Hidden In The Darkness
He doesn't see you as you walk into the Mystic Grill, but you know he can sense you. Just as you always can sense him when he's near. He's tense and absolutely sure that this is another ruse, another distraction that you're put up for to use against him. And he would be right.
You're not sure how you let yourself get into these situations with him - this cat and mouse game that you two seem to play on a daily basis. He's say something witty, you reject it or scoff and he acts as though it has no effect, but you know better. It seems you're the only one who does. He plays the 'big, bad hybrid," and he puts on a good show. He has a menacing presence and a cold voice when he's angry and he's done terrible things - some you're sure you never want to know about, but his eyes…they give away everything. They let you see into his humanity and it's so unnerving. The way he looks at you and holds his gaze, it's almost like he's compelling you. The intensity of it feels like he's searing into your very soul and skin in the most pleasant of ways.
"Hello, sweetheart. To what do I owe the pleasure this time?" He says, as you walk up to the bar to order a drink.
"Nothing, it's not like there is anywhere else in this town to get a drink," You say dismissively after compelling your drink. Being stuck as an eternal 17 year old certainly did have its downsides.
"Ah yes, but normally when you're all dressed up and making your way to me one assumes that your little Scooby Gang has a plot to kill me," he says with a nonchalance.
"Well, Elena is constantly battling her 'who do I love more, Stephen or Damon?' battle, Bonnie has been MIA for like, ever, and my mom's at work at usual so what else am I supposed to do?" You replied, hoping he wouldn't notice the fact that you didn't disagree with him on your daily attempts to get rid of him. "Besides, shouldn't I be able to just hang out with you? We are friends now, aren't we?" You add. He smiles that one sided grin and it almost makes you regret being here for distraction purposes. Almost. You know what you're here to do. Bonnie cast a spell on you that allows you to enter a person's subconscious by touching them and you're supposed to be flirty, blonde Caroline and touch him as much as possible to see if you can get in that thick head of his. Seriously, just because it's been quiet around Mystic falls for more than a week your friends assume he's up to his usual tricks. It's kind of sad, but whatever, you're here now and it would be suspicious to back down now.
"Well in that case, may I buy you a drink?" He asks with that hopeful look in his eyes, the one that he had when he asked if you two could be friends. You feign a deep sigh and let him think you're about to put up a fight when you answer with, "Sure."
The night goes fairly well, all things considered. There are no threats on your friends or mentions of Tyler and when his four bourbons and you're countless tequila shots in you start putting your plan into action, figuring you could blame the liquor if he questions your excessive touch-feely attitude.
"So…" you start, "any legendary conquests with history's most famous women?" He stops sipping his bourbon and stares flabbergasted at you. Then slowly he smirks and replies, "Why the sudden curiosity about my sex life? Trying to decide if I'd be worth a shot?" He's trying to make you flustered, but he doesn't know that you've already thought about it. You've thought about how it would feel for him to break one of your heated gazes and kiss you with the passion that you know is locked inside that dark man. You've thought about the sight of him in between your thighs and him tasting you in more ways than one. You've thought about how his body might feel hovering over you as he thrusts into you – claiming you, marking you as his and ruining you for all others.
But you can't linger over those thoughts right now, so instead you scoff and push your shoulder into him fleetingly, forgetting about the spell momentarily -
- and that's when it happens.