INTRODUCTION
Ivy could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase. "Pardon me," Damon murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer's, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Ivy scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
"Are you all right?"Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura—very appropriate for a guardian angel, Ivy thought as she pushed away some messy strands of dark brown hair from her face.
"Thank you," she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. "Those shelves could've killed me."
"You should be more careful," he chastised lightly. "This is an old building that's falling apart. I advise greater caution."
"I know. I usually am—careful, I mean—but I was so happy to find this book…" Ivy hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing blue gaze. Why am I babbling like this? "I didn't even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?"
"Only when there is need, I assure you." He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Ivy. "But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz."
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren't his first language, although Ivy couldn't identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, "That's 'cause you don't know me. Well, thank you. I'm Ivy and you are?"
"I'm Damon Salvatore," Damon said awkwardly leaning against the bookshelf. She nodded.
"Something tells me that you don't usually save strangers from their end," she said before realizing the words had left her lips and he stood their unmoving.
"Well, you would be right," his blue eyes not leaving her. She didn't flinch at his steady gaze instead she returned the stare. His gaze sent an odd sensation of fear threw her but instead of warning her it intrigued Ivy.
"See you around Damon!" She called as Ivy headed towards the door feeling oddly tired.
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