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Damon POV
Damon closed his fist around the strip of paper and made his way to his next class. He didn't know what to think about Elena. All he'd ever wanted to do was make sure she was alright, because she certainly hadn't looked alright the first time he'd seen her. He hoped she would explain everything after school, because he would find out anyway. He was too nosy for his own good, he knew that. If there was something he couldn't know about, he would do anything to find out what it was.
Damon didn't really pay attention during his last class, but that was nothing special. He slowly made his way to the football field, he figured that was where the sports supplies would be. Slowly, because he didn't want to arrive first. He would look like an idiot if she didn't show up.
She was already waiting for him when he crossed the field, leaning against the wall. She was still wearing her cheerleading outfit, and she was busy untangling her hair from a tight ponytail. The bodice she was wearing showed part of her stomach and Damon frowned at the unmarked skin. He would go crazy if he didn't get answers soon. She ran her fingers through her hair one last time and then looked up at him.
"Hi." she said, pushing herself away from the wall and coming to a stop right in front of him.
"I'm confused." He answered. He realized that wasn't much of a greeting, but she made it hard for him to focus on anything.
"I know. You have questions." She said. He didn't understand why she was looking so sad.
"Yes… but you don't…you don't have to answer. I mean, I can…mind my own business." Damon had to force the words out of his mouth. For one, he couldn't mind his own business, and two, her eyes were locked on his, and they made it hard for him to think straight.
"No. I'll answer them for you." She said.
Her pupils seemed to become smaller and he couldn't stop himself from leaning closer. He nodded.
"You didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary last night. The first time you saw me was today in the cafeteria." Her voice was low and hypnotising.
Damon frowned and took a step back. "Why are you saying this? If you don't want me talking about last night, I won't. I don't even know what I saw last night! I thought you were going to explain." He frowned and backed away even further.
He saw her eyes grow wide in surprise, she staggered back. Then her gaze dropped and it fixed on his wrist.
"Nice bracelet." she said.
Her comment surprised him and he looked down at his wrist. He was wearing a leather wristlet, he never took it off.
"My mother gave it to me." He answered, confused.
She nodded.
"And don't worry about explaining. I won't mention it again." He said, already turning away.
"Thank you." Her voice was soft and she smiled thankfully at him.
"If you go out with me this Saturday." He finished, smirking. He headed back towards the parking lot without waiting for an answer.
"What? Why?" she was almost running to catch up with him.
"Why not? And besides, I need someone to show me around. Did you know that I got lost yesterday? I didn't see anyone who could help me. I was soaked when I got home!"
"Really?" She commented innocently.
"Yeah. Apparently that grill is the only place open after ten."
"So is that where you're taking me?" She looked up at him, a smile playing around her lips.
"So you want to go out with me?"
"I just don't want you to get lost again. Mystic Falls is an awfully big city, after all."
He rolled his eyes. "It was dark and wet. And I think I was getting sick, I was seeing things."
She looked away and her voice dropped. "You won't bring it up again." The way she sounded was almost scary.
"I won't! I won't, I promise." He held up his hands in apology and didn't speak again.
They reached the parking lot and Elena turned to him, taking a pen out of her bag.
"Let me know what time. I'll be ready." She said, her voice light again. She took his wrist and wrote her number down on the back of his hand.
"Okay." He said.
She headed towards her car and left the parking lot, waving at him. He only thought about waving back when she was around the corner. There was something about her, and he would figure out what it was. But that wasn't why he couldn't wait for it to be Saturday.
Elena POV.
Elena got in her car and locked the doors automatically. What was she doing? Damon wasn't in any danger, she'd been a vampire for over a year now, but she shouldn't go out with him. What if he wanted more than one date? What if she wanted more?
If he discovered her secret, it would end badly for him. Elena herself was a perfect example.
She drove home without thinking about the road. Instead she let her thoughts wander back to why she was turned, to make herself remember why she shouldn't let Damon get too close.
~oOo~
She'd met Stefan at the beginning of last school year. She never noticed anything strange about him, until he invited her over for dinner and she cut herself. It had been such a stupid accident, and it had revealed Stefan's secret. They went on dating, but their relationship never got very serious.
When Stefan drove her home one night, a van crashed into his car. Elena was unconscious, her head was bleeding and the car's crushed door had cut open her side. The van was damaged but drove away without stopping. Elena didn't really remember what happened next, she only knew what Stefan told her afterwards. He gave her his blood, and quite a lot of it, because he knew she wouldn't make it if he didn't. So she healed.
Later that night, she decided to go to bed early, she was still a bit dizzy. A backpack Jeremy had left lying around on the stairs was all it took. She tripped and fell, her head hitting the ground hard. She woke up an hour later, her head spinning and her eyes hurting. She was lucky Aunt Jenna liked to go out late, and Jeremy had stayed over at a friend. She called Stefan, she was too frightened to drive.
When Stefan arrived on her doorstep with blood bags in his car, she broke down. She cried while he poured some of the blood in a cup, she cried while she drank from it. She didn't want this life, but she wasn't ready to die. Who ever was? She wouldn't leave Jeremy without his sister after he lost his parents. So she turned.
She and Stefan broke up not long after that, and when he started drinking human blood again, she was glad that they'd put some distance between them. Elena herself drank from blood bags. She tried animals once in a while, and she found that she could probably keep to that diet, but she wouldn't let herself become a weak target for whoever wanted to attack her.
~oOo~
That reminded her again of Damon. How much had he seen? She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed his approach. She'd been able to push Stefan away when he tried to inject the vervain, but some of it had entered her veins and weakened her senses. He'd probably only seen her pull that stake out of her body, which was bad enough. She remembered him staring at her, his mouth open in horror, his hair wet against his face. He'd looked much younger than he did in the cafeteria. So she couldn't go out with him. Who knew what could happen? But she had to admit she'd liked it when he asked. His eyes had a strange pull on her, and his voice made her insides tingle. She'd been sure she'd never feel like this again. She'd never even thought about feeling like this since she'd turned.
She'd felt so guilty about compelling him, even when it didn't work. It seemed as if she'd hurt him somehow, by saying that they'd never met, that he hadn't seen or heard anything the night before. It had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and she didn't know why. It hadn't been important at the time. He was wearing vervain! Did his mother already know about her? She would find out about that before leaving with him on Saturday.
~oOo~
Elena arrived at school early the next morning. The parking lot was practically empty and the halls were quiet. She sat down on a bench near the office and closed her eyes. She didn't intend to eavesdrop, but she heard one of the teachers say Damon's name and she concentrated on their conversation.
"How come he's living with his uncle?" A woman asked lightly.
"There's no official story, but I heard somewhere that his parents were murdered." Someone whispered.
It became quiet on the other side of the wall, the conversation had ended abruptly.
Elena wished she hadn't heard this. If she tried not to mention it, she would definitely say something wrong. She would just hope he would bring it up himself, but she knew that wasn't likely. The only good thing about this, was that his mother gave him the vervain as a precaution, and not because she knew about Elena.
The only time Elena saw Damon that day, was when he entered the cafeteria. He smiled at her, and she could've sworn he looked shy. When she smiled back, his eyes lit up and his smile widened. She liked this version of him, the boyish version. But she knew he was more than that. She noticed he never really talked to anyone unless he wanted to know something, he seemed to keep a distance between himself and the others. But that didn't mean he was shy. He'd had no trouble finding guys to hang out with, and when he and Caroline met, they'd talked casually without even knowing each other. Elena was curious as to how their date would go.
She checked her phone when she left school. One missed call. It had to be Stefan. She sighed and leaned against the wall, pressing her phone against her ear as she listened to her voicemail.
"Elena. I wish you'd pick up your phone. I want to apologize. For hurting you. It was wrong, and I don't know how it happened. It's just… I'm sorry, I really am. I just thought you should know that. I don't know what came over me, I swear I didn't intend to do that to you."
He wasn't done speaking yet, but he was repeating himself so Elena ended the message. She called back, he didn't answer so she left a voicemail in return.
"Stefan, hi. I heard your message, and you better meant what you said. It's okay. I know you're going through a rough patch right now, but don't get me involved, please. If you need help, ask Caroline. She's worried about you. Don't let yourself go, alright? Bye, Stefan."
She put her phone away and ran her fingers through her hair. She wouldn't think about Stefan anymore today. She would take a warm bath and go to bed early.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
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