Damon woke up late, much to the disdain of his father. He spent the rest of the afternoon doing his chores under the harsh summer sun, it'd been the most intense heat he'd ever encountered. Damon berated himself inwardly, I'm never waking up late again, he thought. With a sigh he want back into the house and towards his room only to be pulled into the living room by his cheery father.
"Damon! I want you to meet Katherine." Damon furrowed his brows and scanned the living room and Damon woke up a little later than usual, much to the disdain of his father. He spent the rest of the afternoon doing his chores under the harsh summer sun, it'd been the most intense heat he'd ever encountered. Damon berated himself inwardly, Never waking up late again. With a sigh he want back into the house and towards his room only to be pulled into the living room by his cheery father, looked down to see the elegant beauty seated on the couch along the far wall. He watched as her face went from a smile to a smirk in a flash when his father turned to him.
Damon couldn't fight the smirk that proceeded to flash across his face as he walked over and extended his hand to Katherine, "Hello, miss?"
"Pierce." She spoke softly, taking his hand and bowing her head.
"Well nice to meet you Ms. Pierce, how long are you scheduled to stay here?" He asked, unable to stop the curiosity from pouring from his voice, he was too intrigued not to get some answers out of this woman.
"Oh, hopefully not too long, once my friends and I can establish a good standing in this wonderful town of yours Mr. Salvatore." He wondered if he had imagined the mischievous glint that flickered in her eyes for a brief moment but all too soon he was broken from his musings when his father slapped a hand down on his shoulder, "Damon, I need you to go get Stefan so he can be formally introduced to Ms Pierce."
With a nod Damon smiled at Katherine, "Really was a pleasure to meet you, I hope you enjoy your stay here and all that Mystic Falls has to offer." With one last nod to his father, Damon left the house. His hands were in his pockets as he made his way into the sweltering sun. He looked around and noticed how everything was being pulled down as if the heat carried weight, mercilessly pushing everyone down in its wake. He furrowed his brow when he came upon the neighbor's property. He had never gotten the chance to actually meet them. They had lived next to him his entire life and it was more a surprise than anything that he had never actually gotten to know them. They tended to keep to themselves, never really going to the founders parties, or any events for that matter. He had heard they had a daughter, and that she was gorgeous, but he had never actually seen her. He focused hard seeing something moving in the distance, was that brown hair? The sun was causing the air to shift and make it harder to see, with a grumble he walked faster needed to see if it was the mysterious girl next door.
Emily was strolling through her garden looking for roses for her room, her woven basket at hand and flower clippers. As she made her way to the usual spot where her white and red roses were grown, she noticed that they were tattered. Emily frowned, looked around to see what exactly had happened to her favorite flowers. she hurried to the door of the garden, that same door would lead her to the backyard of the Salvatore Manor. She sneaked over and proceeded around to their garden, hoping to "borrow" a few of their bloomed roses, knowing full well that she shouldn't have been.
Damon slowly made his way down the road, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, her frowning face making his heartache slightly. Slowly runs over, then suddenly freezes up and hides behind a tree, unable to find the courage to speak to her. Damon watches silently, noticing her leave in the direction of his home. Slightly confused he follows behind her, ducking from tree to tree, then smiles softly watching her walk into the family garden.
"Ahh..." Damon slowly walks to the gate of the garden, then behind her, gently plucking a red rose and smelling it lightly. "Well, hello there." Damon smiles wide at her, dropping the flower in her basket.
Shocked by the the voice, she gasped and turned quickly to see the stranger. A handsome boy she's never seen before. She'd never gotten caught before. But even though she was eye to eye with the stranger, she couldn't help but think that he might run off and tell the house owners.
"Hello," she said, her voice shaky, thinking of what her parents would say if they heard that their daughter was breaking into their neighbor's property to steal flowers.
He swallowed slightly, his eyes dancing around her face. Afraid she would hear his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, speaking softly a small smile parting his lips.
"Did you find anything you like?" He turned back to the flowers afraid she would notice his staring, he laughed out his words gently. "You can have your pick at the lot, nobody is gonna miss them." he turned his face back to look at hers. His deep blue eyes on hers.
Unsure, she began, "do you work here? For the family?" she frowned,
He took a step forward watching her frown then stopped, his hand moving to his side.
"No, my name is Damon, Damon Salvatore. You are?" he asked, smiling softly, trying to coax one from the mysterious young woman who found her way here. She looked at him, smiling a little, trying to find her name as she looked into his eyes, then remembered that he was part of the family that she was stealing from.
"Emily," she said slowly, almost hypnotized by his eyes.
He smiled wider, the sound of her voice ringing in his ears like a subtle symphony.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Emily," he stumbled trying to find words to make her stay.
"Would you mind if I helped you look?" He waited anxiously for her answer.
She looked over at the the rosebush and sighed, "I must go," she started to the one door that separated their properties.
"Why?" He fought the urge to step in front of her, She seemed like the skittish type. "I would like the enjoy your company further, but if you must leave I can not stop you. Although, I can ask if you would meet me here, tomorrow at this exact spot?" He watched her intently, eyes darting from one to the other as his heart pounding through his chest.
"I had 15 minutes to pick the flowers from our garden and I'm to come straight home," she looked at him, studied him with a small smile on her lips.
"Tomorrow it is," she sneaked the door open, turned back to wave at him, she whispered, "goodbye, Damon Salvatore,"
Emily ran back to her house, trying to think of an excuse as to why she only came back with one flower, secretly hoping the gardener wouldn't mend her roses so she could sneak back over the next day to visit her new friend, Damon.
Damon watched her retreating form, thoroughly forgetting the task he was sent out to do in the first place. He rushed back into the house, the bright smile on his face as he stutters excuses of his absence and his brother's until he made it back to his room. Sprawling on his bed, watching the ceiling, mapping out her face in his mind over and over again until he found sleep.