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Chapter 2: Bloodstream
"I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me"
-Stateless
EPOV
As anticipated, her boyfriend and friends showed up just after Damon had. Caroline giving her a tight hug that left her breathless and Bonnie shaking her head and smiling before receiving her own. Matt gave me a quick kiss on the lips and as we all walked outside, his hands on my waist, I couldn't help but notice Damon's rigidity.
I smiled despite myself at his annoyance and reminded myself to be extra with the PDA today, he obviously wasn't a fan. I would do just about anything to get him away from my aunt.
"So, any ideas about college Elena?" Jenna asked lightly, trying to start conversation as we ate. I stiffened almost immediately and so did Matt. College conversations or really anything relating to the future usually caused fights between us. I honestly had no clue where I wanted to go, but I did know that I wanted to pursue a career in writing, chiefly journalism.
My mother had given me my first diary and ever since, I had fallen in love with writing. It also was the one thing that reminded me of my mom without giving me the same feeling of dread that followed thoughts of my parents and their deaths. It was my positive way of connecting with her and I would always cherish it. After my long silence, all eyes on me, I carefully chose my words.
"Honestly Jenna, school is the last thing I want to talk about right now. We should just be celebrating the fact that we survived another year of high school, right guys?" I let out a breathy laugh and Caroline, bubbly and talkative as always, picked up the conversation from there. Sometimes I was so grateful for her inability to stop talking, especially when it helped me evade the tough conversations with Matt. At that thought I reached for his hand to squeeze and gave him a small smile which he returned.
Damon's eyes were on us the entire time and I felt them on my face like a ray of sun, making my skin tingle. I allowed my eyes to flit to his for a second and found myself getting lost in them. They reminded me of the ocean on a warm summer day, my favorite thing in the world. I could feel my stomach doing little flips and my heart began to race and he smirked as if he could hear it. This is ridiculous, I thought to myself, stop it! You're supposed to be taking him out of the picture not making him the focal point. She would not let this cocky bastard fool her like he did every other girl and it baffled her that he would even try it on his girlfriend's niece. With that I turned my attention away from him and focused on Matt the entire rest of the evening.
"Well everyone, it was a very nice night. Jenna thank you so much for having us, I'm sorry I have to cut the night short, I have early practice tomorrow," Matt said.
"I'll walk you out," I said to him and as we were about to turn to go inside, Matt reached for Damon's hand awkwardly.
"It was nice meeting you man," Matt said with a boyish smile. Damon simply shook his hand, a little harder than I would've expected, and gave him a tight smile. As we walked back into the house Matt whispered, "What is up with that guy, don't you get a bad vibe from him?"
"Damon's just…Damon," I faltered. I didn't know how to describe him, yeah we had just met and yes he was far from being my favorite person in the world, but something about him just sparked something in me. I couldn't describe it if I tried and had no idea what it meant. He annoyed me to no end, disgusted me even, yet I almost looked forward to seeing his reactions to things. I pushed that thought out of my head just as what felt like a bucket of ice water was dropped on my head when Matt pulled me into a kiss.
We were inside the house now, but I'm pretty sure everyone could see us. It was a good kiss, but it was just that. Good. No passion, no fire and I was honestly beginning to think that that just didn't exist. I believed in love, don't get me wrong, but I had never experienced passion and excitement in love, just ease. After the kiss, he walked out of the house to his truck and I walked to the backyard just in time to see Damon and Jenna kissing. To be frank, it was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life. I needed something to tear them apart and knew just the thing.
Without thinking I let myself collapse on the grass of my backyard and immediately I heard the worried gasps and steps running toward me. I knew this was wrong, I knew that it was especially wrong after everything that had happened with my parents, but something inside of me had to get Damon away from Jenna. I mean Jenna away from Damon. Right. All of a sudden I felt a spark as someone's hands wrapped around my arms and began shaking me. Damon. I held my breath, anxious at having him so close to me.
"I don't think she's breathing!" Damon yelled, losing his natural composure. Then I felt it. Fire. His lips grazed my own as he forced his breath down my throat. It was nowhere near what a kiss would be, which is why I was so surprised to feel the way I did. I stirred almost immediately after that, I couldn't take anymore. With his lips leaving my own after almost a minute, I lazily opened my eyes to meet his very concerned ones.
"My hero," I whispered, just an inch from his lips, slightly sarcastic and slightly in awe of what had just happened. He separated from me with a look of relief mixed with a look I wasn't familiar with. I would've given anything to read his mind just then as we locked eyes.
After my "spill" Jenna insisted everyone go home, including Damon who gave her a brief peck on the lips before going to his car. We locked eyes for a few seconds before he left, and I had a feeling those eyes were trying to tell me something, I just didn't know what. I would never admit this, not even to myself after this moment, but I had felt jealous. For that split second between seeing them kissing and falling to the ground, I had wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him, and I had gotten a clue as to how when he had "rescued" me. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but Damon made me feel and do things very out of character and I did not like it. Whatever feelings were stirring inside of me had to be tuned out, he was no good for Jenna or myself. I had to figure out a way to get rid of him.
DPOV
Once I got home after a painfully long night of watching Elena and her boyfriend making googley eyes at each other, I decided to have way too much bourbon. I caught myself dreaming before I even realized I had fallen asleep. I was on the porch of the Gilbert residence. With Elena. I was thanking her for something, for saving me, from what I don't know. Maybe it was from boredom, maybe it was from Jenna, or maybe it was from the life I had lead until meeting her, a life with little meaning.
I slowly crept in to kiss her cheek lightly before pulling back slightly and pausing. We locked eyes just as we had before I left that night, but with more intensity, desire, and fire and I leaned in to touch my lips to hers. It was electric and I couldn't get enough. She gripped my leather jacket, pulling me closer to her and I gripped her hair to push her lips harder against mine. Just as we had begun, something interfered and when I looked down, expecting to meet her hooded, lustful, stormy eyes, I saw Jenna's and woke up. My heart was racing. Damon Salvatore did not do this. Girls dreamt of him, panties dropped at the sight of him, but this girl was different. Special. And if this dream had any indication of the future, I was in for a long ride.
