I really wasn't planning this story. I had decided to take a break until the end of September and then write a story based on the results of my poll. But then a funny thing happened.
A couple of nights ago I woke up from a really bad dream at about half three in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep because every time I closed my eyes the dream would carry on. Suddenly, I started hearing a story in my head – almost as if I was reciting a story that I knew off by heart. It was reallyyyyy good, and I had no idea where it came from.
I knew that if I waited until the end of September to write it I would have forgotten it. Therefore, I started writing. I have no idea where it will go, because like I said, this was totally unplanned for. Tell me what you think of this story so far and tell me where you think I could take it in a review. Conversely, tell me it's shit and that I should ditch it straight away.
It's another Damon/O.C. story, with a history of Stefan/O.C. Rated T for language (and for possible fluffy stuff later on.) This first chapter is rated T/M, because of the theme/content. I would put a summary, but I don't have one yet, soooo… :D
This one goes out to the voices in my head – without you I wouldn't be writing this at all! Also to one of my favey reviewers, DimFishLovesParamore, whom I love so much that I have given her a spoiler for my other story – DimFish, keep it to yourself! And thanks to cataloo456, for coming up with the quote marked * - pure effing genius – hope you don't mind me borrowing it!
Peace Love and Damon!
ThisLooksLikeAJobForMe
Saskia
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The Other BrotherChapter One – Close Encounter.
I looked at my watch, sighing. He was late. The cheating little bastard was late. He had promised to talk to me, to explain himself, and give numerous excuses, none of which were reasons and none of which would make me take him back. I leant my head back against the lamppost I was leaning on and slipped my fingers through my belt loops. He thought that I had asked him to meet me so I could beg him to come back to me. Uh-huh. And how are things on planet You-Wish?
I felt eyes on me and scanned the crowd of people surging round me. I quickly found the source of the gaze. He was sat by the window of the bar opposite, pint in hand. Probably the hottest guy in town. Easily the hottest guy in view. I looked over the top of my dark glasses and smirked at him. He raised his glass and my grin widened. It was obviously an invitation, but I was not that girl. I looked down at my boots, wondering what I would look like to him. Black, straight hair half-way down my back, with peroxide blond and bright red streaking through it. A pale face, partly hidden by big aviators. Long legs covered by black skinny jeans. Black leather jacket with silver zips and chains over the top, with a thick band of dark green shirt showing over my hips. High heeled, silver studded boots added to my height, and black nail varnish was clearly visible on my fingertips. I supposed I looked pretty hot. Good.
Half an hour later, I gave up. He obviously didn't care enough if he could leave me waiting for over 30 minutes. Well, that or he was too shit scared about the chewing out I was planning on giving him. Oh well, I'd just kill him when he had the guts to face me. Bloody Stefan Salvatore, always so righteous and up his own. I think I must have caught some horrible disease or something to even consider going out with him. Asshole.
I walked down the main street, heading for home. I shoved my hands in my pockets and watched the people passing me get on with their lives. I didn't show how hurt I was inside. I turned down a narrow, unlit alleyway, a shortcut to the home. It was getting dark and fewer people were around. I quickened my pace, not wanting to be caught in the already dark alley with the only light coming from the moon. As I began to speed up, I noticed another set of footsteps behind me. Following me. Sugar. Honey. Iced. Tea.
I glanced around, trying to look uninterested and not worried. It was the guy from the bar, the guy who had been staring at me earlier. This could not be coincidence. I was speed walking now, my body aching to break into a run but my mind stopping me, knowing that if I did, the guy would give chase and catch up easily, no matter how drunk he was. I heard his footsteps quicken and my breathing came heavier. As I spun around to confront him, defend myself, I felt myself being suddenly pushed up against the wall.
"Hello, pretty lady." The man sneered in my face. I vaguely recognised him as someone who had left my school a few years back. The smell of alcohol radiated off him and I gagged. His hands were on my shoulders, his body pressed against mine, pinning me up against the wall.
"Get off me." I didn't raise my voice but there was a steel ring of authority in my words. "Did your mommy never tell you that people are not posters and do not belong pinned to walls*?"
"But I haven't got to know you yet. I'm sure, by the time I'm done, you won't want me to get off, at all." I started twisting around violently in his grip, realising what he planned to do. "Nah-ah-ah. Behave, or I will have to make you." I screamed as I saw the silver knife in his hand. "Screaming won't help you, babe. No-one can hear you." I stamped my heel down on his foot as he tore off my jacket, exposing my green tank top. I heard him make a noise of…I don't even wanna know what of. I carried on struggling, then let out a gasp of pain as I felt the silver blade swish down my arm. There was a long cut, from the crook of my elbow to my wrist, and it was dripping blood. I punched at the man with my good arm, and I felt the cartilage in his nose break under my knuckles.
"You little bitch!" He howled. I tried to escape from his grip while he was distracted, but his hand curled around my injured arm, pulling me up short, hissing in pain. "Oh no you don't. I'm not gonna play nice anymore!" With that, he slashed down my top, cutting into my stomach, exposing my dark purple bra. He dove for me, pushing me to the ground. I screamed as his lips crashed down on mine, screamed as I felt his hands wander all over my body, screamed as he cut into my chest, screamed as he bashed my head against the hard floor, screamed as he started pulling his trousers off. I lay under him, struggling uselessly, whimpering. Just as his fingers started to pull off my jeans, I felt him being yanked off me. I lay on the ground, shaking, hardly realising that I had just been saved. I sat up slowly, seeing my hero slamming my attacker against the wall, knocking him out. I watched as my saviour came towards me slowly, holding his hands out in a gesture of peace. I stared blankly at him, hugging my knees, rocking back and forth.
"Sweetheart? Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Damon – are you okay?" Damon crouched down in front of me, his tone soothing, capturing my gaze. I realised that tears were streaming down my face, mingling with blood from the cut on my head, running over my swollen lips. He reached out and brushed my hair back from my forehead. I flinched away from his touch. He sighed.
"Can you walk? You need an ambulance and this alley is too narrow…" I started to get up but swayed on my feet. Damon caught me before I hit the ground, and lifted me up in his arms. I didn't have the energy, and anyway, his warm chest felt so nice and comforting next to my frozen body. He picked up the discarded leather jacket and draped it over my front, covering my modesty. He started walking slowly, calling an ambulance on his bluetooth headset. My fingers were clenched onto the lapel of his soft leather jacket, and my eyes never left his face. When he was done on the phone, he smiled down at me.
"What's your name, sugar?" I found myself trusting those crystal blue eyes above anything else.
"C-c-c-Catrina. Catrina Pierce." I stammered. His eyes widened at my name, and I wondered why.
"Catrina Pierce? Stefan's girlfriend?" My eyes widened at the mention of Stefan. How did he know him?
"Ex. Ex-girlfriend. You know him?" I asked in a still shaking voice.
"He's my little brother…he dumped you?" I looked up at Damon's face, trying to find some resemblance between him and Stefan. I noticed a large ring on his finger. Stefan had one exactly like it.
"No, I dumped him when I found out he was shagging my best friend." I let some venom seep into my voice and Damon laughed.
"Stefan cheating? Hmmm, sounds like he's been taking a leaf out of my book. I must be a bad influence."
"Stefan never mentioned he had a brother?" I asked curiously. I could hear an ambulance siren in the distance.
"Stefan's not one to brag. We don't really get along very well, but I have to check on him every now and then." Damon looked away from my face, and I realised that we were at the mouth of the alley. Paramedics were there waiting, and I closed my eyes. I don't like hospitals, or anything to do with.
"What happened to her?" I heard an authoritative male voice ask Damon. His arms were suddenly gone and I felt myself being strapped onto a stretcher. God, the humiliation!
"Attempted rape. The bloke who did it is down there – I knocked him out." I felt cool hands checking my pulse and an oxygen mask being forced over my face. I opened my eyes, looking up at the unfamiliar face of the medic.
"Alright, sweetheart? Can you tell me your name? How old are you?" The voice was full of professional concern.
"Catrina Pierce – I'm 17." The woman smiled at me encouragingly.
"Good girl. Alright, I'm just going to give you some morphine for the pain, okay?" I started shaking my head furiously.
"I'm allergic." The woman pulled the needle away quickly.
"Okay love, can you have paracetamol?" I nodded and she came back with another syringe. I felt myself being loaded onto the back of the ambulance, and heard the male voice talking.
"Are you a blood relation of the patient?"
"No, I'm her boyfriends brother. Can I please come with?" I heard Damon's low voice arguing with the male medic.
"I'm sorry, only blood relations or…" The medic's voice trailed off and I wondered what happened. "Sure, that's fine. Get in." I frowned at the medics' sudden change of tone. I looked up and saw Damon's face above mine, the face I already trusted even though I only had met him ten minutes ago. He bent down and whispered in m ear.
"I know Stefan isn't your boyfriend anymore, but I thought I'd have a better chance of getting in if I said he was." I nodded numbly, the pain meds setting in. I felt his fingers curl around my hand, and I squeezed them lightly.
"Thankyou Damon." I whispered, unable to attempt anything louder.
"Don't mention it. Who am I to ignore a damsel in distress?" I tried to focus on his face, but it wouldn't stay still, and the world was becoming blurry. Black dots swam in front of my vision and I felt my eyelids closing against my will. I tried to open them wide, to look at Damon, to tell him something was wrong, but I was fighting a losing battle. Surrendering to the blackness, I passed out.
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