Chapter 2
Damon's POV
"Im hungry" Elena announces "Want to get lunch at Butter (in NYC)? Its where we are headed anyways. "
"Yes!" I groan, "I am starving , shall we take my bike? It would be less recognisable and easier to get around the city."
"Good idea, I still have some clothes in Stefan's room, Ill go change" She hands me the coffee and leaves, my head turns to watch her head up stairs uncontrollably. I finish my coffee and head up stairs as well excited to go on another road trip with Elena.
Elena's POV
It saddens me looking through Stefan's drawers smelling his scent, I used to leave my clothes here incase i stayed the night. I wear my red strappy top from the day I saw Damon naked and some denim shorts with brown boots. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I tie my hair in a high ponytail and head downstairs. Damon is outside leaning against his harley davidson with his black helmet on, he is wearing a white v neck and skinny jeans unlike his usual attire, we are spying on Stefan. I compliment his outfit and I hear a muffled laugh. He hands me a white helmet and we head to New York.
Damon's POV
We are on the highway zipping past every car so we are the only ones, I like going fast because Elena grips my chest tighter and shouts "Damon! I am going to fall off!" Its hilarious. When we enter NYC I park my bike so its hidden, Stefan would recognise it, limited edition Harley Davidson. We walk together down the Upper East Side, she hooks her arm in mine, we seriously look like a couple. Elena, very slickly, in one turn grabs two pairs of sunglasses off a couple and compels them. She tests them both on me by placing them right in front of my face and hands me a black pair. She smiles and I smile back.
Elena's POV
We walk into Butter and there is only one table left, it is reserved. I sigh and start to turn around when Damon grabs my arm and spins me around, "Give us that last table now" Damon compels the waiter. I laugh with glee and hook his arm in mine. Once we are finished eating we head to the crime scene and look for clues, we don't find anything so we go to the Salvatore residence where we suspect they might be staying, however no one is here. This place is so nice, i wonder why they don't live here! It is huge plus it is on the upper east side. I open the doors to the bedroom and lie on my back after the long day, Damon sits on the end of the bed uncomfortably, we are both tired. I pull his shoulders back so he is lying with me. We both sigh after the unsuccessful day.
Damon's POV
Elena is always trying to get me in bed with her, she is so inappropriate, I love it. To raise our spirits I suggest we go to a club. Elena immediately shoots up and hugs me, while I am lying down, she squeals "Yes! That is so what I need right now." Her upper body is placed diagonally against mine with her head in my neck. "So I guess we have to go shopping! " Elena mentions.
Elena's POV
Damon is the best BFF, he knows how to make me happy. I am so glad Damon has a good taste in fashion. We go to Barney's. We walk into Dior to get Damon a suit, the changing room is an actual room, i invite myself in to assist him, there is a changing room inside this room, I sit outside waiting for Damon. He comes out looking exceptional "Hot" I remark, we pay and Damon stays in the suit, while we walk to Prada every female in our 10 metre radius stares.
Damon's POV
I watch how Elena reacts when the ladies check me out, she becomes slightly possessive, she grasps my arm tighter as if she wants everyone to know Im hers, I smile with content. I wait outside the changing room for Prada, it is just one room this time when Elena grabs my arm and drags me in, I close my eyes and she laughs, "Damon, can you zip me up?". She pulls her hair away and I look to her neck and hear her blood racing.
Elena's POV
While I wait for Damon to zip me up I look to the mirror to see his red veins and eyes. I sigh and turn around, "Damon, you haven't had any blood today, I allow you to drink from me." I say. He refuses but his eyes are still red, I pull my hair away and pull my dress down exposing my bra incase blood spills. He looks to me and thanks me then he gently pierces his fangs into my neck.
Damon's POV
Elena knows me so well. As I drink her blood, I see her trying to hide the pleasure. I stop after about 15 seconds and lick away the blood. She looks a bit pale and stumbles over into my arms, shit. I give her some of my blood until she is conscious, I apologise and she just laughs and say "Damon, did I die? No, so don't worry about it. That was nothing." She looks to my wrist to see the blood, she grabs it and licks it away, "Blood doesn't actually taste that bad" she says. "You little cannibal!" I reply. I zip her up and we pay and leave. She is wearing a turtle neck sleeveless black short dress, "You're gorgeous" I mention, she laughs and we leave arms hooked again. We then go to Christian Louboutin for shoes.
Elena's POV
When we walk into the club every one is staring at us. Damon, being the protective guy he is, puts his arm around my shoulders as we enter the wild crowd, thank god because I seriously can't see anything with all of the strobe lights blinding me. We stand at the bar and take a few shots, every girl keeps on flirting with Damon but he doesn't even look at them. I tell him "Hey that girl was hot, why aren't you flirting?"
Damon's POV
I don't want Elena to think I like her so the next girl who comes up to me I start flirting with, I see Elena smiling in my peripheral vision, she leaves. We stroll to the dance floor and the girl tries to grind against me, in disgust I leave her when she starts to twerk, ugh. I look around for Elena to check on her, I see her dancing with some nancy boy who is constantly pulling Elena closer and closer to her. He goes to get them drinks, I meet up with him and compel him to leave, haha. Elena is dancing alone, after a minute I go and join her. "My guy just ditched me" she tells me, I say so did my (girl) so she hugs me laughing with pity for us. "We don't need them" I tell her and she agrees, we start dirty dancing after a few more rounds of shots. After an hour or so I realise Elena is gone, I vamp speed around the whole club, stumbling around. I can't see her. I run outside and hear Elena's laugh "Where are we going? Where's Damon?" I also hear a man replying "Shut up, Damon's not here".
Elena's POV
Everything is so fuzzy, i am with someone, not Damon and we are outside. His arm is dragging me, one of my Christian Louboutin's fall off, he won't let me get it, where's Damon? His grip is so strong I can't pull away, no one is helping me. I try to shout but all that comes out is a weak yell. I realise what is happening and as loud as I can scream "Damon! Where are you? Help me Damon!". The man slaps me so hard that my cheek starts to burn. Then I am suddenly free, I stumble back after pulling away for so long and watch as my saviour, Damon, snaps his head. I don't really care about his death, if we had let him live he would just continue doing this to other girls. I faint in shock and fall into Damon's arms.