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Chapter 2: The First Touch.
God she was beautiful. No flaw what so ever; not that he would care about a simple flaw, her perfections would simple throw a idiotic flaw out the window. But there were none. Her eyes, set perfectly on her pale face. Those lips, full and red. Looking like soft satin red pillows, welcoming, homely. Those thick lashes, etching the perfect brush over her pale creamy skin. Those high cheek bones. Long golden hair. This girl would be able to stop hearts. He wondered if she had done in the past- and not with draining them. But with her looks. With yet another nod, Damon took a seat. Parching himself beside her, and letting his hands rest on the wooden counter top. His head turned, to listen to her speak. The first thing he noticed, was the soft tone. The rich way the words just spilled from her delicate lips. The second, was the sublime accent that caused the words to sound more divine with each breath.
"Oh please. Don't be modest. You wouldn't want me getting a big head now, would you?" He scoffed, giving a nod towards Henry who was pouring out yet another glass for him.
"It is? Well, small world. It is one of my own favourites also.."
Was it normal to feel this way when a male was staring at you? Well, if it wasn't then Rebekah wasn't complaining, at all. She adored male attention, and now it appeared the man before her was unable to pry his eyes from her. If she had been human, she would've blushed. but of course, she wasn't and the closest to red her cheeks would become was it she powdered them so. Allowing her eyes to drop to his lap, she analysed both his clothing as well as his demeanour - it took her less than a few seconds to register what he was; a vampire, and a rather young one at that. At his comment, Rebekah's eye lids fluttered, gently brushing the creamy skin at her cheeks as her teeth bit lightly onto her lower lip. After a few short seconds, she flickered her gaze skyward, catching his own.
"I'm sure even an arrogant version of yourself would be just as appealing," Rebekah mused, taking yet another sip of her white wine and then dropping her gaze to his drink - white wine also "As I see," she paused for a moment "I don't mean to sound rude, but why is it I haven't seen you before, sir?"
Damon lowered his eyes; mainly to hide the look of amusement from his eyes. He, Damon Salvatore, an arrogant jerk? Yes, there were times Damon was a little playful with his food, but he had never done it out of spite. He had always been polite. Only killed a few times, and those were accidental. He apologized to the lord above (if there was one,) and berried the bodies. Giving them respectable graves. He refused to be a monster. He wouldn't allow himself to go downhill; like he had witnessed his brother had. But anything was possible, wasn't it? After all, Stefan used to be kind, caring, passionate. And look at him now? Leaving bodies around as if they were empty beer bottles being tossed in the trash. No, Damon wouldn't become like that.. He wouldn't.
"Let's pray to the heaven's I don't then, ma'am." He chuckled to himself, taking another sip of his glass before turning to her fully and almost choking on the wine. "Oh, I am sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to come across rude. I'm Damon. Damon Salvatore." He let his hand come into view, waiting for her to seal the clasp. "I'm here on.. Business, you could say." He smiled, giving a full blown show of his white teeth.
"Ahh..." she chuckled, her laugh almost melodic as she continued "Is that what the kids call it nowadays, 'business' - well, I have to say the term has lost a slight bit of its class," she teased, but that's all it was - merely a tease; she'd already become fairly fond of the man before her - but she refused to get in too deep with him, or whatever feelings may transpire between them.
She was, an original vampire after all and he... he'd barely begun his immortal life - he had so much to live, and she had already lived through so much. Now as she continued to gaze at his flawless features she knew he'd break many girl's hearts with that face, if he hadn't already; but, she was determined he wouldn't breaks hers. No man, no matter how taken she was with them, ever would. Taking yet another sip of the clear liquid within her grasp, her smile widened as she cocked her head to the side.
"Damon Salvatore, hm.." Rebekah mused, tasting the word of her tongue before holding her hand out for him to take "I'm Rebekah; just Rebekah," she finished, her eyes holding his once more.
"Well, what other words would you class following your.. Let's say.. Close friend around; making sure they don't do anything they'll regret. Such as.. Piss of a ravishing young lady like yourself." And with a small move, his hand clasped hers gently. Instantly sending tingles up his arm to his spine, and up threw his head. Whatever that was; it was hardly unpleasant. His lips reached down, and plated a small kiss on her knuckles. His eyes keeping contact with hers with his actions.
Then, letting her hand go- Damon nodded. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Just Rebekah." He scoffed, lifting up his drink and tilting his head while scanning her.
"You talk like an elder brother," she noted quietly as she drunk him in, he certainly had an air of significance and power about him - perhaps he'd been a solider in his human life, also? "could this 'close friend' you're trying to keep out of harm's way be a younger sibling?" she suggested before taking a light drink "I don't mean to pry, I'm just.. Rather interested in you, Damon - you have one of those faces I suppose," she grinned, pausing for a few seconds as she felt his lips brush against the bare skin of her knuckles.
"I have the feeling that the pleasure shall be all mine," she confessed lowly.
You have no idea, my dear, he thought with a sinful smile. Oh yes, Damon was an elder brother. The elder brother to his best friend. Closest comrad. And only breaking point. You messed with one Salvatore brother, the othe kicked your ass. You loved one brother, you loved the other. It was how it went. Always had. The Salvatore brother's. Best friend.
Well, at least.. That was how it used to be.
There wasn't any need to bring up the past. Considering it wasn't all that long ago; and Stefan was still out being the murdering monster Damon had known he was from the moment Stefan was turned. That Stefan wasn't his brother. His brother was dead. Dead and gone. Though, Damon nodded. In response to her question; allowing his eyes to turn away.
"That was a long time ago, my dear." He whispered in an almost mute tone. "My brother and I.. Don't see eye to eye any longer. I'm just keeping a promise I made to him a while back." And then Damon looked up; his lips curving ever so slightly. "I have a thing with keeping promises." But just as Damon felt as if he had the upper hand here, she dropped the line that could have caused his heart to kick start.
Did he have it wrong, or was that a flirt? He cocked a brow, before letting it side. Even if she was; it wasn't a man's place to point out someone being forward. No matter if it wasn't forward enough..
"Would you like to dance?" He turned his icy eyes back to hers. Being captivated almost instantly.
The thought and subject of brothers immediately brought Rebekah's mind back to hers. Elijah and Klaus in particular - the three of them had always been undeniably close, it was only a few hundred years back when Rebekah and Klaus had been isolated from the rest of their family completely. Shaking away the dull, betraying thoughts, a smile remained across her lips, even if for a few seconds it was utterly genuine. However, as Damon began to open up about his own brother, it momentarily cast her away from her own sibling and otherwise family drama - it appeared the pair of them weren't so different after all. But as she kept reminding herself, she'd only just met the man. She had no idea who he was, or more importantly what he was capable of - he was a vampire after all. She lowered her gaze for a moment, as if providing Damon with space for his obvious emotional trauma before speaking once more.
"Well, I'm sure your brother wants you back as much as you miss him, we all need family at some point," she murmured, finishing off the remains of her drink.
Shortly after, a warm smile captured her lips as she held her hand out to him once more.
"Now Damon, you should never ask a lady that; the answer is always yes," she smirked.
Miss my brother? Damon could have laughed. The Stefan Damon once loved was dead. Damon held no feelings towards Stefan at all. And even if there was; they were buried within the redemption, hate and rage he had for Stefan. After all; it was meant to be Damon who was turned. Never Stefan. If it wasn't for Stefan- Damon would be with Katherine. There and then. He would be with her- not this alluring, angelic beauty before him. He was thankful for that much. At least he had gotten to meet Rebekah.
"My brother," He paused, as if thinking over his answer, "doesn't know I'm here. He doesn't know where I am, or what I am doing. And I like it that way. Peace and quiet." He gave a twisted smile.
Taunting, and dangerous. After all; the subject of Stefan had never gone down well with him. He had stolen everything from Damon. First, his mother. Second, the love of his father. And third, the love of his life. Nothing was sacred while Stefan was around.
"I doubt I will be welcoming my brother back with open arms. At least.. Not in this lifetime." He suggested.
Then, his eyes scanned the hand in front of him. Slowly, but non hesitantly taking her hand. The tingle was back. And this time; he opened up to it. Allowing it to lunge threw his whole body.
"Excuse my manners." He chuckled, taking a stand; and leading her towards the dance floor. Ignoring everyone else around him. Even Henry watching with envious eyes. Within a quick move, Damon pulled her in to him. His hand resting on the curve of her hip. While the other stayed clasped within hers. His face, so close to hers he could feel her breath. Instantly feeling intoxicated.
"Oh please tell me that you know how to dance; i couldn't stand the disappointment if your handsome face and way with words were to all go to waste due to some less than top-class dancing," Rebekah teased, her eyes a-light with animation once more, mirroring the gaze of awe she gave to him the moment they met face to face; as he pulled her closer to him, she couldn't help but gasp lightly - the sudden feeling coursing through her veins was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
"A pretty face, and not being able to dance? Now, what a sin that would be." He whispered back, his own tone dripping with the same amount of sarcasm she was giving. It was strange, being within her company. Though totally wanted, no, needed. It felt as if he was with her again. Just the way she moved, spoke, acted every now and then. It reminded him of Katherine. But in that moment, he didn't want Katherine. No, he wanted her.
His attention was not on the singer, nor the band. Or the free flowing sax player. Or the eyes all on them. His attention was fixed on her, and her only. This... this was extraordinary and the pair had barely begun dominating the dance floor.
Had the lights gone down just now, or had they been that way all along? All Rebekah knew was that the spotlight, as well as everyone's eyes was on them - and upon that knowledge, Rebekah refused to neglect it. Lending her lips toward Damon's ear, she whispered lowly.
"I hope you're ready for this.. Mr Salvatore, and do try to keep up," she smirked and with that and the influence of the saxophones about them, Rebekah unravelled herself from Damon, only to spring exactly back into place within a second or two; her breath hitched slightly as her face had fallen slightly closer to Damon than what she had been expecting, she didn't say anything, merely stared at him, transfixed.
He held his breath for a moment or two; never taking his eyes off her during her little flick out into the crowd, then back into his arms. Just where she should be in that moment.
"I'll do my best," He whispered back, giving a gentle squeeze of her hand in his.
An exasperated breath passed her lips at Damon's whisper and then, she simply allowed the music to whirl her away; not physically - just emotionally. Rebekah had always loved to dance, ever since she'd been a child, it was something she'd always do to pass the time. And now, with a handsome man by her side, it only seemed fitting that she allowed her talent to flare. she knew this song, only too well, and as the music upped in tempo and volume she began swaying her hips in exact time, keeping one hand connected with his as she twisted once more, her back now pressing into Damon's front as she slid down his body, making sure her back felt every inch of him before motioning back up his body, her hips swaying a little faster.
Boom.. Boom, boom.
The thuds, beating along with the shallow playing music; that headed up in tempo seemed to match what his heart would probably be doing if it had a beat. Her moves, yes; they were hard to match but he got the hand of it. Swinging the hips in gentle patterns. Keeping the smile locked on his face, with his forehead pressing against hers. Well, was pressing against hers until she turned and bega.. Damon's eyes clasped shut, while his breath hatched. This girl knew how to play. He was no match for her. If it wasn't apparent earlier that she was a vampire, it did now. Her seductive ways. The reaction she had out of Damon. And the song had barely just started.
Pull yourself together, Salvatore, he hissed to himself within thought. Don't stand there like a douche. Placing both hands onto her hips, cupping them with a perfect fit- Damon too began swinging along with her seductive rhythm. His teeth piercing the skin of his bottom lip while doing do.
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