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Chapter 2

Thudding, banging, pounding sounds were coming from across the hall.

An argument!

Someone was arguing but Elena could not make out what it was about through the layer of walls.

There were screams and shouts, back and forth between a pissed off woman and a very angry man.

She tip toed to her front door, pressing her ear to it. She heard the words;

'…womanizer…son of a bitch…liar…big headed…small ass… 'and a lot of cursing

'Wait what? Who has a small ass? Damon has a small ass? It looked fine the other day, rather plump and bouncy actually…not that I was checking out his ass or anything… ' she listened again

'oooh…USELESS!'

And then, a loud door slam made her jump.

"You're such a drama queen you know that Andie! Open the door!" it was Damon.

Obviously, he was fighting with his girlfriend and she locked him out.

Elena giggled to herself, not feeling a shred of sympathy what so ever.

'Serves you right' she said.

She sat back on the couch wishing she had a television set to drown out the noise from outside.

Damon was knocking on his apartment door while calling out his girlfriend. It was getting annoying but strangely, nobody else minded.

Listening to him being kicked out of his own apartment was entertaining but she might as well do something useful. She stuffed her ears with some Adele music from her ipod, and cleaned all the plates.

'Rolling in the deeeeppp…'

Half an hour later, she took off her ear phones and heard nothing.

Peace at last!

"Thank god" she sighed, thinking;

'maybe that 'Andie' woman finally had mercy on everyone living on the floor and let Damon back inside.'

or

'maybe he was knocking so hard that his wrist got dislocated, which somehow was connected to a nerve ending in his throat and caused temporary muteness, so he stopped knocking and yelling…while he lay vulnerable on the ground, eventually, that horny old widow from down the hall could not help but notice his plump, bouncy ass and even though Damon has mentioned to her before that he isn't interested in her, she took advantage of him and held him hostage in her dodgy apartment, filled with cats…NO STOP IT!'

She gathered take out boxes from around the house into a plastic bag and decided to take out the trash. When she exited the door, she was surprised to find a man sitting on the floor, across from her. He looked up at her with a humorless smile.

She held in her laughter and walked on by, "Beautiful night isn't it?" she casually said.

She chucked the plastic bag down the trash chute and entered her apartment while Damon watched on, feeling pretty foolish.

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Her smile mocked him and he hated it. Damon looked left and right, the hallway was dark and empty and then he looked down at himself, pathetically sitting on a welcome mat that Andie bought several months ago when she started staying over.

'Well I felt pretty damn 'welcomed' alright!'

'Idiot' he called after himself and stood up.

'There was no way in hell Damon Salvatore will be locked out of his own apartment and left sleeping in the hallway like some kind of hobo!' He won't let Andie emasculate him and throw him out.

Womanizer, she had said

Well, he can't help that girls fall to his feet, wanting to buy him lunch, or pretended to lose their car keys so he'd send them home (that was a good one though), or needed help to make their ex's jealous by asking him to dinner, or cry at his shoulder and asked him to help 'cheer' them up (by cheer, they meant the 'big happy') , or send him sexy texts a pictures for that matter…

"I'm innocent!" he shouted.

'Fuck this!'

He was going down to the bar, and get wasted…call Ric and Dean…and get them wasted and then boost his ego at the clubs…maybe go crash some parties…

He furiously padded his jeans to locate his car keys; "Fuck!" they were in his room together with his phone.

Damon was furious; he punched the air and cursed under his breath. Knocking was useless; Andie wouldn't open the door even if the building was caught on fire!

Damon started pacing back and forth like a tiger in its cage until his eyes fell on the Elena's door and a light bulb lit up in his head.

Three gentle but persistent knocks was all it took, Elena opened the door, peeking at him through a tiny open slot.

She obviously didn't trust him.

"Yes?" her raspy voice came from behind it.

Damon gave an award winning smile."Can I come in?"

"No! Why? You look comfortable camping out in the hallway…" she enjoyed teasing him but Damon just rolled his eyes.

"I need to climb out your balcony and reach my balcony…to get into my house" he explained.

A silent moment that could mean she was considering it.

"NO! Go away!" she started to push her door close but he stuck in his foot.

'God, she is annoying!' but he reminded himself to keep his composure and used his people skills that everyone loved so much.

"I know we didn't start off on the right foot, Erika…"

"Elena..." she corrected him.

"Okay…Elena. But I just need this one favor and then I'll be out of your hair. Come on…help your neighbor out" he smirked.

'Surely she can't be immune to my charms' he hoped silently.

She said nothing but stepped aside to give him entry. "Thank you…" he walked around her and his eyes went straight to her cute pink pajama "cute PJ's…now which way's the balcony?"

Elena narrowed her eyes and he could tell she regretted her decision right away.

Reluctantly, she pointed to the other side of the empty living room and Damon strode across it.

'Wow this place is a piece of….' He thought as he passed. No TV, no tables, no chairs, just a couch and a huge rack of…..

"So it that your entertainment? Make puppet shows using your shoes…"

She was boiling. "Yes actually, my friends LOVE it…" she faked a smile; "The colorful ones are for fairytale stories….and the leathery ones are for war stories…"

"World War one or World War Two?" he grinned

'God! Why is he so pesky?' her head screamed.

"Neither…it's War in Iraq"

"What about the leopard printed ones?" Damon was kind of curious now.

She just rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the balcony.

There was a solid brick ledge overhang about one foot wide between her balcony and his.

But they were far from each other; 'a dozen steps maybe…no, ten…or maybe seven if he took big steps.' Damon guessed.

And below him was a four story high fall. He did some calculations in his head, if his calculations were correct, this height could definitely kill a man.

And his calculations showed that it would only take him half a second to dumb Andie fucking-dramatic- Star.

'Oh, she was going to get it this time! I'm gonna hit her where it really hurts… murder that gold fish of hers'

Damon was not an animal hater or anything but that Gold fish was so…spoiled! Andie would have bought him diamond studded collar if fish could wear collars…or even take him on walks if someone invented fish bowl with wheels.

"Oh, but Damon…Garry understands me. He knows if I'm upset or angry…we have this connection…" he mimicked Andie's voice and mumbles alone.

"What did you say?" Elena asked.

"Err…nothing." he looked down over the balcony, hesitating his move.

It was silent.

"Do you think Gold fishes have feeling?"

"What? What's that got to do with anything?" it was so random, her mind was shutting down.

"Never mind…forget it…"

The thin ledge looked sturdy and reliable to step on. He was confident he could make it to the next balcony.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Elena asked from behind him.

"Yes…it's a piece of cake." He lied and positioned himself on the balcony's railing.

He tried convincing himself; 'This is nothing…he and his pals did a lot more crazy things than this. They climbed a 7 feet fence once to sneak into an A-list-only club, with at least 5 Rottweilers on the other side….okay, there was no A list celebrities inside… but they still had a rockin' time…Damn this is high…' his train of thought stopped.

"What if she locked the balcony doors?" Elena said, inspecting the lunatic on her balcony.

"She never locks it…" he made a few steps onto the ledge, plastering his front to the wall and his back towards nothing but air.

"Did you try apologizing?" she sarcastically suggested as he took more steps sideways.

"Do you mind? I'm trying not to die here." He put one foot after the other and was now half way the distance.

His next step was too quick and he suddenly slipped but managed to balanced himself. He gasped and felt his heart jumped up his throat, pressing his body against the wall tighter.

Elena blurted instantly; "Oh my god…you're crazy. You're going kill yourself Damon, and the police will think it was my fault. Get down before you fall flat on the side walk!" Elena hissed, not to draw attention from the neighbors.

Damon was breathing hard; "Just tell them Andie pushed me…we were arguing on the balcony…it was all very dramatic, you saw everything…and she had crazy eyes…"

Even if he died, at least that psycho girlfriend of his would go to prison…'correction'…ex-girlfriend!

The cold air and a pigeon that flew by reminded him of the height, but he continued until he finally reached safety.

He grinned at her when he set foot on the balcony, bowing exaggeratedly like some big shot stunt man.

Elena rolled her eyes; 'more like a balancing clown on a rope…'

But she did felt relieved as she watched him slide open his balcony doors and disappeared into his house. She stayed a little longer, keeping her ears alert to make sure he got in safely. But it was quiet.

'Guess he made it in' she thought before closing her own balcony doors.

She was about to lock her front door, when loud crashing sounds came from across the hall and then …..

A knock came at her door.

Dripping with red goo and garbage, he still tried to sound cool and collected when he said;

"Can I come in?" and Elena burst out laughing…hysterically.

He tripped over the dustbin in the kitchen as he entered his apartment and woke Andie who attacked him with a frying pan and raw tomatoes.

Elena found the situation hilarious enough to let him in. Damon showered and was given permission to crash on her couch with one condition; he had to be gone by morning.

Damon swallowed his pride and took her offer, a little surprised with how trusting she was. He understood that it was hard to trust people in the big city but Elena was kind enough the help.

Where did she say she came from again? He couldn't remember because the last time she had told him, he wasn't really paying attention.

But he had to admit, she was a pretty little thing in that pink pajamas. Too bad she turned him down that night at the party.' It was her loss' he thought before dozing off.

Elena was happy to find him gone the next morning, leaving a thank you note on the neatly folded blanket she lent him the night before.

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