A/N: Hey y'all. I just want to start out by saying that this fandom has some of the most talented writers! I follow several stories and authors. This story just came to me last night because I wanted to write something steamy and this is the product of that. Thanks so much to elenaprada, for following and reviewing! I hope other people will review too. Hope you like this next chapter. And Damon's thoughts are in italics. Also, feel free to share any ideas you may have.
The next morning, the sun's beating in through the window, landing on Damon's face. He blinks open an eye, seeing the gorgeous red head from the night before. The silky strands of her hair are splayed across the pillow and her red lips are pulled up in a smile.
What is her name? Desiree.
Sex with her had been something different. It's a shock that he didn't tear her throat out as if he were an animal, as soon as he smelled her blood. Even after he tasted it, he still had no desire to hurt her.
Am I going soft? Or maybe it's just the fact that she's not a normal sorority girl.
When he tasted her blood, there was no trace of alcohol. So, she had been drinking water or soda when they were in the kitchen. But, why would a sober girl agree to him taking her blood? He's broken out of his thoughts by a rustling of the sheets. Her honey eyes are gazing into his.
"Morning," he says, trying to keep his pulse from racing.
"Morning, bad boy," she says, stretching her limbs.
"I feel more like myself today than I have in the past few months. Damon Salvatore is back, baby," he says, smirking.
"Salvatore? Is that Italian?"
"Indeed it is. What about your last name?" he asks, watching her get dressed.
"Bordeaux," she replies, pulling on a t shirt.
"French?"
"My dad is French. My mom met him when she was studying abroad in Paris."
It explains her beauty. "So, how do you know about vampires?"
"I'm a history major and my family is obsessed with the supernatural. My dad travels to different places to study their myths. When you asked if you could bite me, I figured you were a vampire," she says, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You weren't scared that I could've drained your body of blood and left you here dead?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"No, I don't let my fear hold me back. I knew I wanted to have you, so I did. Life's too short to waste time being afraid."
Even though, he could have killed her, she didn't care. She's human and can die at any moment. But, she doesn't let that stop her from doing what she wants to.
It's the beauty of being human, knowing you can die at any given time.
"I admire that. There's no point in letting fear control you. I like a girl who knows what she wants," he says, stretching forward to kiss her cheek.
"What's it like being undead?" she asks, her eyes glowing.
"It has its perks. You should put your number into my phone," he says, before realizing what he's doing. He gets up and fumbles around in his jacket for his phone.
"Are you wanting a repeat of last night?" she asks, with a flirty smile.
"It's possible," he says, handing her his phone.
"Where are you from, anyway?" she asks, tapping her number into his phone.
"Mystic Falls," he replies, slipping into his jeans.
"That's not too far from here. I have to get to class," she says, grabbing a book bag off of her desk.
"I'll walk you," he says, stepping into his boots.
She smiles and goes out into the hallway.
Damon follows her, having to step over a guy passed out on the floor. A few people are awake and hung over. She weaves through the people and heads out the front door. He notices several girls giving Desiree the evil eye.
It's jealousy. They wish I was walking them to class.
He puts on his best smirk and slings his arm around her shoulders. She smiles and he feels surprised at a warm sensation gathering in his stomach.
"What the hell Desiree?"
Damon turns to see a tall broad shouldered guy with light brown hair that flips out at the ends. The guy is blocking their way into the building.
"What do you want Jason?" she asks, glaring.
"We haven't even been broken up for two weeks and you're already sleeping with this dick?" the guy asks, puffing out his chest.
"He's just a friend. We broke up, so you shouldn't be worried about me," she says, in a quiet tone.
What happened to her fearlessness?
"I'm worried about it because you can't just up and leave me. We'll get back together," he says, stepping closer to her.
"She doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to. I suggest you get the hell out of our way, before I make you," says Damon, coldly.
"This isn't over," he says, pointing his finger in her face, before moving out of their way.
"Next time you do that, I'll break your fucking finger," calls Damon after him.
"Thanks," says Desiree, relief washing over her face.
"No problem. Psycho ex-boyfriend?"
"The worst. Thanks for walking me to my class."
"It was pleasure. Do me a favor and be careful," he says, wrapping his arms around her. She holds on to him tight.
"I will," she says, with a playful smile.
"Bye honey," he says, tapping the tip of her nose. She blushes and turns to go into the classroom. He shakes his head and goes back out to his Camaro. Sliding in, he starts up the engine before taking off.
The drive is short, as his thoughts are consumed by the strange redhead. What is the deal with her ex and why was she so scared of him? If he can get her to trust him, then she might tell him. It was very tempting to turn the car around and snap the guy's neck. But, it would do more harm than good. He turns into the driveway and sees Stefan's car is gone.
Oh, right. He's in school.
At least he can have some peace and quiet before dealing with Stefan's annoying questions. He saunters into the living room and pours himself a glass of bourbon. Is Desiree someone he wants to pursue? Or is she just fun for right now to get back at Elena? So many questions and he has no idea what the answers are.