I sat at a small table in a club called, 'Bitten'. I was sipping a dry martini, a leg bouncing on the other's knee. My eyes wandered about the room to rest on a man with raven hair and piercing blue eyes. He was staring at me, making me feel as if I was naked. He smiled warmly, raising his glass with what seemed to be a swig left of scotch, slamming back the glass before slapping a few bills on the table and placing the glass on top. He stood up, pulling on his leather jacket and walking out the door.
I was nearing the end of my drink as I set a $20 down on the table and standing up and slipping into my jacket, throwing my bag over my shoulder and walking out into the bitter cold air. The wind was blowing my hair every which way as I headed towards my black bug and climbed into the front seat. I put the key in the ignition and went to back out of the parking space, when the engine sputtered and the car didn't move an inch. "Shit!" I smacked the steering wheel before stepping out of the car.
I didn't know shit about cars and was screwed if the engine died. It's an old engine and it had done this more than once, but I always had someone around to help me. I walked around to the hood and propped it open and a huge roll of black smoke rose from the motor. "Fuck!" all of a sudden I felt lips brush my ear as I heard a man's voice say, "Car trouble?" I could feel his hot breathe on the back of my neck.
I had a feeling it was the guy back in the bar and said, "Yeah, can you help me?" he brushed past me as he leaned over the engine. He was wearing his leather jacket with the tail end of a dark blue dress shirt peak out from under his jacket. He had on a pair of black jeans and dress shoes. He inspected the car for a few moments before leaning back and said, "Just as I thought, your motor is shot."
He turned to face me as his devastatingly good looks practically took my breath away. I bit my lip and thought for a moment. Just one look at this man and she was already thinking bad thoughts. "I'll take you home." He said briefly before walking towards a black GT Mustang. I scurried after him as I looked his car in astonishment; my bug was scrap metal compared to this.
He opened the door for me as I slid into the passenger seat and watched as he lightly shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. He climbed in and stared the car. It purred as it came to life. He backed out and asked, "So where do you live?" "In the apartments on Wilmington." He nodded, "The Regal? Nice apartments, expensive." "I suppose so." He looked at me sideways, "What do you do for a living?" "Well, I work as a waitress on the weekends and stock shelves at the bookstore on the week days. On the holidays I work in the Soup Kitchen, but I'm the author of 'Young and Reckless'."
His eyes nearly popped out of his head, "You wrote 'Young and Reckless'? So you're Amy Brecker." I giggled, shaking my head, "Pen name. My real name is Elena Gilbert." He smiled a dazzling smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. "Wow." I smiled at him as he gripped the steering wheel and turned onto my street.
He pulled to a stop at the curb in front of my apartment. He got out of the car and walked around to my door, opening it and giving me his hand. I took it as his fingers wrapped around my hand when I noticed a beautiful ring; it had a crest surrounded in a pool of Lapis Lazuli. "That's a beautiful ring." I said as I stood on the sidewalk. He looked down at his middle finger and cleared his throat, "Thank you, it's a family heirloom." He pulled away then. I could sense the hostility.
He walked me through the entrance and to the elevator. I pressed the button that read 12# and leaned back against the wall. "12th floor huh?" he asked. "Yup, I enjoy the view." The door opened then as he followed me to my door. "Well goodnight, I still don't know your name." I said. He grinned as he bent to kiss my hand and said, "It's Damon, Damon Salvatore." I smirked, "Salvatore, as in savior." "Yes, well goodnight Elena." "Goodnight Damon."
He winked at me before heading back down the hallway, his hands in his pockets. I smiled as I shut the door quietly and set my bag down on the counter. I looked over to see the green glow of the alarm clock; it read 1:30 am. I sighed as I slid off my jacket and throwing it over the arm of the couch before flopping onto my bed. In seconds, I was asleep.