"Damon, wait" she called. He continued to walk away, trying to control the burning desire inside him. The thirst.
She decided to run after him which was a bad idea with the heels she was wearing. She took them off and put them in her bag.
"Ew" she said as her bare feet were touching the road. She ran after him which was useless considering he was much faster than her. "Damon!"
"Blair" he turned around, his eyes had returned back to the smouldering blue they were. His smile wide, his teeth gleaming.
"Wh-what was that?" she panted. He looked at her with curious eyes. He knew she knew, he had done for a while.
"Blair" he began. "You know what I am" he paused, expecting her to cringe. She didn't. "I don't ever want to hurt you"
"You won't" she promised. "I trust you"
"Then you're a fool" he spat. "I'm Damon freakin' Salvatore. I'm careless, reckless and impulsive. I don't care for people"
"Well that's a lie" Blair looked him in the eye. "I know you, you've been hurt. You can only be hurt by people you care for"
"I don't - I don't get hurt" Damon denied her accusations.
"Yes you do. And you have. First by Katherine and then by Elena. You've always been second best to Stefan, with girls and your father" Damon ran his fingers through his hair, trying to control his emotions. He sat down on the park bench, head buried in his hands. Blair knelt down and removed his hands from his face. She took his hands within hers and looked him in the eyes. "But you'll always be number one to me"
Damon held her gaze. Her eyes were sincere, honest. In that moment he forgot all his past troubles, he forgot what was bothering him. He didn't notice Elena in the background, witnessing what was happening between them. He just saw her, Blair Waldorf.
"I love you" he breathed as if it were natural. Blair smiled.
"I know" she tightened her hold on his hand. "I love you too. I love you so much" she said honestly. "I mean, I chased after you with bare feet and now I'm kneeling on the ground!" she laughed. Her laugh brightened his mood. "And I don't do that for just anyone"
She got up and sat on the bench next to him. She put her head on his shoulders and sighed. He stroked her chestnut locks and they sat there in peace not knowing they were being watched.