Chapter One: The Arrival
"Damon Salvatore! This isn't funny!" Belle shouted as she walked around the large house. She stopped and folded her arms.
"Belle," a voice surprised her.
"Damon!" she snapped at her, whipping around to find the nineteen year old grinning at her.
"Happy Birthday, Belle," Damon said, handing her a box. Belle looked at it suspiciously but took it anyway. Opening it up, she pulled out a golden chain attached to a gold heart-shaped locket.
"It's beautiful, Damon," she awed.
"Look inside it," he urged her, smiling brightly. Belle nodded and did as he asked. Inside was a black and white picture of Damon and Stefan smiling brightly. Damon gently took the locket and helped Belle hook it around her neck. She turned around in his arms. "So we'll always be together."
"Thank you, Damon," Belle said softly and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"I helped too!" Stefan protested, appearing from his hiding spot around the corner. Belle laughed and gave the twelve year old a kiss on the cheek too.
"Thank you both, very much," she laughed.
Stefan sat down on a quiet bench. Pulling out his journal, he began writing in it. He became so entranced by his journaling that he did not hear someone coming behind him.
"Boo!" Stefan jumped up and faced his attacker.
"Belle?" Stefan laughed, "Belle!"
"Stefan!" the little blonde jumping into his arms, "I missed you!"
"I missed you too," he smiled lightly as he let her go.
"So, where is your Elena?" she asked, smirking at his embarrassed expression, "Don't think that brother dearest didn't tell me about your lovely little girlfriend."
"She's um, she's actually right over there," he looked down at the ground before glancing over at his girlfriend.
"Damon wasn't kidding when he said she could be the bitch's twin," Belle nodded, waving at the very confused Elena.
"She's nothing like Katherine."
"I know. Damon does talk to me. Unlike another Salvatore brother I know," she teased. Stefan gave her a guilty smile.
"I'm sorry. I got sidetracked with everything."
"Well, anyway. How does she feel about our dirty little secret?" Belle changed the subject and stopped when she saw Stefan's guilty look.
"Yeah," he said, watching Elena walking towards them.
"Didn't take it well, huh?" she muttered to him before turning to Elena with a smile.
"Hi Elena," Stefan smiled, "This is Belle, an old friend."
"Hi," Elena said and looked at Stefan, "We should go before we're late to History."
"I should go see Damon anyway," Belle shrugged and gave Stefan a kiss on the cheek, "See you later, Stefan. Nice meeting you Elena."
"Bye Belle," Stefan waved back and she disappeared into the crowd.
"Old friend?" Elena asked skeptically.
"I've known her since I was four. Plus, she and Damon sort of have a thing going on," Stefan smiled at Elena's jealous expression, "Nothing to worry about."
"Oh," Elena blushed at her jealous reaction.
"Hello," Damon smirked as Belle dropped herself into his lap.
"Hello," she said, running a hand through his dark locks, "Where's Zack?"
"He's dead," Damon shrugged and watched Belle's hand run down his chest.
She smirked seductively at him and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Without warning, Damon had Belle against the wall and his lips roughly on hers. She ripped his shirt off, throwing it off to the side. Damon let out a chuckle as he pulled away from her mouth before attaching his lips to her neck. Belle let out a moan as he nipped and kissed her neck while literally tearing her shirt off her.
"I liked that shirt," Belle moaned, her hands roaming his shirtless chest.
"Too bad. It was in the way," he replied before roughly kissing her.
"Damon," Stefan said, walking in the room without looking. "Wow!"
"Stefan," Damon growled out, shielding the shirtless Belle. Stefan covered his eyes with his hand.
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving!" he said before turning around and leaving the room. Damon turned back to Belle but she had disappeared from the wall. Instead, she was sitting on the couch, wearing his shirt.
"Belle," he prowled toward her seductively. He pounced on the couch but only to find Belle had disappeared again.
"Catch me if you can, Damon," she giggled from her spot on the large chest.
"Oh, don't tease me," he moaned but continued smirking lustfully. Suddenly, Damon was in between her legs and held her hands above her with one of his. The other hand was unbuttoning her jeans as he kissed her neck. He purposely brushed against her womanhood with one hand.
"Damon," she moaned but he pulled his hand away.
"Yes, Belle?" he teased. Belle yanked her hands from him and instantly her pants were off and across the room, "Lacy black thong. I like." Damon winked.
"Just shut up and take your pants off, Salvatore," she ordered with a smile.
"As the lady wishes," he said and slowly teased her by taking his sweet time with stripping naked.
She knocked him to the ground and was on top of him. Damon wasted no time in flipping them so he was on top, his hands finding her thong and pulling them off as he kissed Belle. Without warning, he penetrated her. She let out a gasp of pleasure.
"Faster," she moaned out as Damon attacked her neck, "Damon, faster."
"As the lady wishes," he growled into her neck. She began clawing his back and he bit her neck, feeding a bit on her blood. His mouth was drenched in her blood as he kissed her. Belle bit his lip, causing him to bleed.
"Woo!" a voice shouted.
"Not again," Damon groaned and pressed his face into Belle's neck.
"Hey Elena," Belle said with a shameful smile.
"Hey Belle. Damon, please put some clothes on," Stefan said from outside of the room. Elena had both hands covering her eyes but she was still blushing through her hands.
"As soon as I'm done," Damon bit out and began kissing Belle's neck again. Stefan gave him a disappointed look before leading Elena away.
Elena was sitting on the couch, flipping through her history book as she did homework. Belle quietly walked in and sat down next to her.
"Hello," Elena said, not even looking up.
"I'm sorry you walked in on…..that," Belle said.
"It's fine," Elena smiled, looking up at her. Belle was finally wearing pants but was still in Damon's shirt which was quite big on her petite form.
"Yeah, I'm short and tiny but this is the only shirt I have now since Damon decided to rip apart the one I was wearing," Belle shrugged when she noticed Elena staring.
"How old are you?" Elena asked before she could stop herself but fortunately Belle didn't seem to mind her being nosy.
"I'm 23 but I look 18 don't I?" she laughed, "Stefan and Damon always make fun of me for being 5'1" while they're both like 6 feet. That is why I wear like 5 inch heels."
"Actually, Miss Maybelle, you wear high heeled boots," Damon teased from the archway.
"Oh shut up," Belle stuck her tongue out at him.
"Make me," he winked.
"Please do not start that again," Stefan said and sat down next to Elena, "I do not need to see Damon's naked behind again."
"You're just jealous that Elena saw how sexy I am and probably decided she wants me instead," Damon smirked.
"I highly doubt that," Stefan glared at his older brother.
"Hey, Damon. Why don't we go get a bite to eat?" Belle cut in before Damon could speak, "I haven't eaten since I left home."
"We'll be back in a little bit," Damon winked at Elena and Stefan, "If you decided to have a little fun, warn me."
"Damon!" Belle snapped and dragged him out the door as he laughed.
"So why are you here?" Damon asked bluntly as he sipped his scotch.
"Stefan's birthday is in a few days," Belle explained, shoving a fry into her mouth.
"Not just to see me?" he pouted.
"Why would I ever want to see you?" she winked and began running her foot up his leg seductively.
"Because I'm amazing and we have so much fun together," he whispered and leaned forward.
"Hmm, really? I think you should remind me," she said and leaned close enough so that they're noses were almost touching.
"On the rebound already?" an angry voice come from beside their table. Both of them looked up and saw an annoyed blonde glaring at them.
"Hello Caroline," Damon smirked.
"Hi Caroline, I'm Belle," the redhead offered her hand to the blonde but she just stared at it with distain. Belle dropped her hand and glanced to Damon, "You broke her heart, didn't you? You've only been here like 2 months and how many hearts have you broken?"
"Just Caroline's. I've been a good boy," Damon winked.
"I highly doubt that," Belle snorted and glimpsed over at the confused Caroline.
"You two know each other?" she asked.
"Belle is my best friend," Damon shrugged and took a sip from his scotch.
"You mean your only friend," Belle teased.
"You're all I need," Damon flirted. Belle kicked him jokingly and Damon took that as a challenge.
"You two are seriously playing footsie under the table?" Caroline asked, disbelief written all over her face.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Damon said to Caroline, staring at Belle with an amused look. The blonde huffed and stomped away.
"Rude much?" she mock-glared at him.
"Well, I wanted to spend some alone time with my Belle," Damon shrugged and continued their game of footsie.
"Since when do I belong to you?" Belle stuck her tongue out at him.
"Since always," he gave her the smirk that always made girls swoon.
"You know that won't work on me, sweetheart," she smirked back.
"Oh, I know."
"And if I'm your Belle, than you're my Damon," Belle decided and watched as Damon considered it for a moment.
"Deal," he agreed before he was suddenly next to her, "Wanna go have some fun?"
"What kind of fun?" Belle leaned closer to him.
"I was thinking about you….. naked," he stopped and gave her a seductive look. She watched his hand slip under her shirt (well it was technically his shirt, but he was well aware she wouldn't give it back) and felt him trace circles on her stomach.
"Sounds fun," she whispered and leaned even closer until her lips were just centimeters from his. Damon grinned before kissing her deeply.
"Bathroom?" he whispered when they pulled away. Belle just nodded and they snuck into the ladies bathroom.
As soon as they were both in the bathroom, Damon shoved her against the wall. He attached his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking. She let out a low moan and buried her fingers in his hair. Damon suddenly bit her and began drinking her blood. She moaned his name, he legs becoming weak with pleasure. Picking her up, he never broke the connection between them as he sat her on the counter. When he had drank enough, Damon shoved his lips against hers. Their tongues battled in an act for dominance as he unzipped her pants and pushed her panties away from her womanhood. She let out a gasp when he started to play with her clit. She was already wet which made him smug.
"Oh Damon," she sighed in pleasure and started kissing his neck. Damon smirked as she moaned for him. He slowly put one finger into Belle and slowly took it out.
"Damon," she groaned in his neck, frustrated, "Faster!"
"As you wish," he chuckled before letting out a groan as she bit him. He did as she demanded, this time with two fingers.
"For the love of God!" Caroline yelped and covered her eyes. Belle let out and annoyed groan before pulling away from Damon. She zipped up her pants after fixing her panties and watched Damon lick his finger with a wink at her.
"You can look now, Caroline," Belle said, blushing lightly.
"I never want to see that again," she whined and walked out the door.
"So, you should take me shopping," Belle said as she walked up to Damon seductively.
"Why's that?" he asked, watching as her hand traced down to his pants.
"Because you love me," she answered.
"I still like you better in my shirt," he said before giving her a lust filled kiss.
"I can't walk around in your clothes all the time," she said, tracing patterns on his abdomen.
"Yes you can."
"Damon," she whined.
"Belle," he mocked and smirked when she giggled at him.
"I'll model lingerie!" she sang. Damon seemed to mull it over for a bit before picking her up bridal style and leaving the woman's restroom.
Hello, I hope you liked my first chapter of Beauty and the Demon, comments and critics are welcome, no flaming please.