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Chapter Two: A year earlier (1892)
"Mind if I sit down next to you?"
The voice startled Elena Gilbert into spilling tea onto her lap. Surprised, she looked up, searching for the owner of the silky voice. When she saw who it was who had spoken, she bit her lip in frustration.
Of course it was Damon. Damon Salvatore, trouble, someone with power, and also someone whom her mother had ordered her to stay away from. She had seen him from across the room, where he was talking to a girl with blond girls that shone like flames in the sunlight. By the girl's nervous laughter, she could tell that he had been flirting with her. Damon's seducing smile had easily made her succumb to his handsome appearance.
Why should I care? Thought Elena sharply. He means nothing to me. So why am I smiling so weakly at him now? As if I am fooled by his manner.
"So," Damon Salvatore spoke, in obvious ignorance of the fact that Elena had signalled him the permission to sit down. "Why is such a delightfully pretty face as yours tainted with sorrow?"
Elena blushed, as she realized that her eyes must have given her away. People often said that her eyes made no secret in portraying her emotions, and this time was not different. "I am in sorrow, " she spoke, head bowed down, "for my parents are recently deceased." She awaited the apologies that were bound to come from the handsome black haired boy; of him explaining how sorry he was.
Instead, all she heard was the scraping sound Damon's chair made as he leaned over the counter. "Bartender," he said in the politest of voices, "Two whiskeys please." Elena glanced at him in surprise. This was not what she had expected. Not at all.
The bartender placed the two glasses of whiskey on the counter with little courtesy, and so much of the liquid sloshed over the edges. Elena stared at the glass in her hands, unable to believe the way of Damon Salvatore. Drink? In the middle of the day? It was far beyond acceptable. And still, this did not prevent her from lifting the glass to her lips and swallowing all the alcohol in one go.
Damon observed her with a small smile. "I told you," he spoke, although he had said nothing. Elena nodded. It seemed already that Damon was the solution to all of her problems.
He smiled, and then stood up. "I have business to attend to. Farewell for now, Miss Gilbert," he spoke graciously, despite that she had never mentioned her name. "Another time."
Elena Gilbert watched the young man descend with a fluttery heart. And no matter how much convincing she did, she realized that she could no longer deny that she felt nothing for him.
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