"One single move and you are dust, vampire."
I held the stake that was ready to say hello to that cold heart of his, at his chest hoping that he would keep those nasty fangs to himself.
(he wasn't the first vampire I had the pleasure of meeting and they always wanted to take a bite out of me)
"Feisty just the way I like them. Before we introduce ourselves, darling, I'm just going to make myself a little more comfortable."
In my life time I've seen so many damn smirks that it's starting to get on my nerves, every time I get rid of one another one hurries and replaces it (Zod is smirking at me from a different world now), but it's only so often that I find one that is a tad bit original.
(this one, which was not full of fangs like I thought it would be, made this brain of mine hesitate)
Before I could say another word, and thanks to this undead man I could barely open my mouth let alone say something snarky, he pulled my makeshift stake from my hands and got rid of it in the blink of an eye.
There goes that pact about never letting another vampire say one word to me just staking the son of a bitch right away, now I didn't have any protection from those baby blues of his.
(up until they turn red and thirst for my blood)
"Now isn't that better, Miss Lane? You don't have to worry a bit I do not read minds or sparkle, real vampires tend not to do those things, I just like reading the paper. Your name is easy to remember, Lois."
Those words of my mine that tend to get me in more trouble than anything else (what reporter doesn't have ten million death threats each day?) came back and now they couldn't be stopped at any cost.
(my words may bite more than those shiny fangs of his)
"You did not strike me as a big reader. And just to let you know I don't tend to get dazzled very easily, Damon. You're just a lead I followed to the point of death, just another day in my life. So do what you want, kill me or kiss me, what will it be, vampire?"
What came to his face next, sometimes when I wing it (hoping it will save me or damn me) it turns out for the good, was the biggest grin I believe he's ever had rather than those slanting smirks he loves so much.
(Stefan did not believe a single word I said about the whole affair)
"It's your lucky day, Miss Lane; I like reporters more than anything. So I'm thinking, kiss."
Instead of sticking those fangs in he chose to plant his lips on my own, those lips that have been without another pair for so damn long (thanks to the one that went up, up, and away and never came back down), and it was not long before I was kissing him back.
No stakes in sight, or head-line stories being written (this one wouldn't be fit for the planet anyway), just lots of snark and lips.
(no fangs came out to play and that was what sold me on this bad boy and being hotter than hell helped too)