After a lengthy hiatus, I have returned lol. This is a short chapter that introduces a story I'm very excited to tell! Leave reviews and let me know your thoughts!
The first thing Damon Salvatore noticed about the woman sitting beside him was her striking beauty. She had this aura around her that gave you no other choice but to stare and admire her. She stood with such poise and confidence. Damon Salvatore was bewitched by a woman for the first time in many years; since Katherine Pearce cast her spell on him.
"You're staring at me. I wish you wouldn't do that. It's creepy." The woman turned her head and faced Damon. They were sitting beside each other at a small bar in Manhattan.
"I wasn't staring. I was admiring."
"Whatever you call it, it's creepy."
"I'm Damon."
She sipped her martini. "Good for you."
"Well, aren't you a little firecracker."
Vivian rolled her eyes and started to get up from the bar. Damon downed the last of his whiskey and darted towards the door.
"Wait!" he called after her.
She stopped mid-walk, but didn't turn around.
Damon ran up to her and said, "I don't believe I got your name."
"That's because I didn't give it to you. Take a hint."
"I like you. You're feisty."
"Listen, I'm not interested, okay? You're a handsome man. You can have whoever you want. Just not me. Go to some other bar and pick some other girl because I'm not the one for you tonight."
Damon smirked. This girl was amazing. He had to know her name.
"Can I at least get your name?"
She let out a sigh, looked up into the fluorescent streetlight and said, "Vivian. Vivian Merlot."
"Vivian," Damon let the name roll off his tongue. The name fit her so well. Exotic, strong, beautiful. "I'm Damon."
"I remember."
Damon gave a confused look.
"At the bar. You told me your name. Don't you remember?"
"Oh right, right, sorry." This girl had an affect on him that he both liked and loathed. The last time he felt the way he did it ended in heartbreak.
"You're a strange man. A strange, creepy man, but-"
"But what?"
Vivian shook her head. "There's something vaguely familiar about you."
"Oh really? How so?"
Vivian rubbed her temples and let out a nervous laugh. "Nothing. Forget it. It's late, I'm intoxicated; nothing I say is credible."
Damon shot Vivian his signature devilishly striking grin.
"What?"
"You're incredibly sexy."
Vivian rolled her eyes. "I said I'm intoxicated, not desperate." She started to walk away. Damon followed.
They walked a few yards before Vivian turned around, grabbed Damon's neck and through him forcefully against a brick building. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
Damon was at a loss for words. To say he was caught off guard would be an understatement. He tried to say something, but the woman's nails were digging into his throat. All he could do was let out a grunt.
Vivian, realizing she was the reason he couldn't speak, let her grip lessen just a bit. Just enough to give Damon the opportunity to switch their roles.
"Mind telling me what the hell that was about?"
Vivian was pissed, but not at all scared; Damon was surprised at that. "You keep following me like some perv. Did you think I was just going to let you?"
"Yes, I mean no," Damon clenched his teeth. "I'm not a perv." He let go of Vivian.
"But you were following me, right?"
"Yeah, maybe I was, but not because I wanted to take advantage of you. I thought-" Damon cut himself off before he said something stupid; something he'd later regret.
"You thought what, Damon? That you could follow me home? Maybe watch me as I sleep? Be some silent observer? What's you're deal?"
Damon gave up. He waved his hand and began to walk away.
"Hey! Where are you going? HEY!"
Damon suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He turned and looked on the ground: a black high heel. "You threw a shoe at me? Seriously?"
"How else was I suppose to get your attention," Vivian put her hands on her hips.
Damon couldn't get over how beautiful she was. She had thick, wavy, jet-black hair that touched the tip of her buttocks. She was slim, but athletic. She had the most defined cheek bones he had ever seen. Her lips were plump, and her nose was small. She was about 5 foot 8 inches tall; without her heels. And her eyes….oh her eyes. They were like emeralds. She was simply stunning.
"I can't help but be confused, Vivian. First you say I'm creeping you out, but now you want my attention? So, now I ask YOU: what's your deal?"
Vivian bit down on the inside of her cheek. "I don't know, okay? I just didn't want you to leave yet. You are mildly entertaining."
Damon let out a laugh. "Oh you just scratched the surface darlin'. You have no idea how entertaining I can actually be."
Vivian walked up to Damon until she was mere centimeters from his face. "I have a pretty good idea." She grabbed her black high heel from Damon's hand , winked, and walked away.
Damon watched her go. He didn't bother to stop her. He knew he would see her again. Very soon.
... ... ...
Vivian Merlot walked into her tiny studio apartment and flicked a light on. She threw her black leather jacket on one of the two chairs at her kitchen table. She walked into her bedroom, tossed her high heels into the corner of the room and sat on her bed. She opened her side-table drawer and retrieved a freshly carved wooden stake.
"Oh, Damon, you will soon find out just how entertaining I can be." She licked the tip of the stake and smiled. "This is going to be fun.."
Very short, very to the point. I will put up the 2nd chapter as soon as I finish writing it!