hey guys, so heres the next chapter, i hope you all enjoy it. feel free to R&R....next chapter will be up...sometime...in the future. im not all that sure when. im not exactly in the mood to write. or do anything else for that matter, at the moment. im posting this chapter because i promised it, but the next one may be a few weeks coming. sorry. im just not having the best time at the moment and i dont want my work suffering because of it. all reviews/feedback is welcome. i hope you all enjoy.
bye for now.
Becca
"Katherine..."
Her eyes must widen or her face register shock that he finally did say it-that she hasn't just been dreaming of fantasies, that it all actually real. He's actually real- because he takes a step back and his face closes off. He turns to walk away and before she can register what she's doing, she reaches out and catches hold of his arm, gripping it tightly as she turns him back to face her; her eyes begging him not to leave. Their gazes crash together and her eyes rove frantically over his face, searching for some clue as to why in god's name she is acting like this. She doesn't even know him!
His hand reaches between them and grasps her own, gently prying her fingers from his shirt but not letting go even once he has done so. Instead he grips it carefully, as though testing the feel of it in his own while his eyes search her face once again; looking for what she isn't sure, but she's almost certain she's doing the exact same thing so she's not going to complain. Not if it keeps him right here, with her.
His face changes ever so slightly, so little that on anyone else she knows she'd never notice it but on him it's as though his entire demeanour has changed to stone through that one tiny flick of his eyebrow. She opens her mouth to question him, her hand curling tighter around his own as she does so but before she lets out a sound, Damon lazily intones
"Hello Stefan" while never once removing his eyes from hers. His sudden presence startles her, some instinct telling her she should have been aware of him. She had almost forgotten he even existed, so lost was she in her own thoughts and the thousand stories begging to be told in Damon's eyes.
He stares coldly down at them both from the staircase and she feels Damon slip his hand from hers as he centres his attention on his brother. Stefan's appearance startles her enough to force her back into reality and she takes a hasty step away from Damon in an attempt to distance herself from the irrational thoughts circulating her brain. She sees his face twitch just slightly and she knows he's seen the move. And he doesn't like it.
She can feel her brain clouding up again as she watches him out of the corner of her eye, trying and failing to pay attention to what Stefan is saying. When the words do finally penetrate through the Damon induced fog, she mumbles a quick apology for her unexpected visit and lets herself be herded out the door within seconds; slightly grateful –if confused- at his cold greeting because although it means she's being chased away from Damon at lightening quick speed, it also gives her mind a chance to catch up and process everything that just happened.
Seconds before Stefan successfully shoos her out the door, she feels her hand grasped and a pair of lips that leave trails of fire blazing their way up her arms, touch the skin of her inner wrist delicately, while glowing sapphire eyes stare meaningfully into her own. He pulls back as she takes the final step backwards out of the house. Just before his lips leave her skin entirely, she swears she can feel his tongue flicker out oh so lightly and taste her. It nearly causes her knees to buckle from beneath her and from the look in his laughing eyes; he knows exactly what he is doing to her.
"Goodbye Elena" Stefan growls from within the dark foyer and with one last fleeting glance at Damon, she finally forces herself to move, to leave, to get home.
She collapses into her bed the second she reaches her room; sighing in frustration and confusion. She has no idea what is going on with her anymore. Ever since she began having dreams- impossible dreams- of Damon, she's been acting less and less like herself; like there is someone else inside her, pushing to get out. She doesn't understand it, and if she's honest, now that she knows Damon isn't just a fantasy dreamed up by her imagination, she's a little frightened of what it could all mean.
The one thing she does know is that she needs to stay far away from Damon Salvatore for the foreseeable future. Just being around him for a few minutes had been intoxicating: she could see the images from her dreams seeping into her conscious mind; sharpening so much she could almost taste the smoke on the wind from her latest dream. The images from them usually faded with the sun, disappearing into her mind like shadow and mist, yet with one touch from Damon, they came flooding to the forefront of her mind; almost blinding her with their intense reality; fogging up her mind and making her almost oblivious to Stefan's presence. They had seemed as real to her as his hand holding hers to him like it was the most delicate gem in the world. She can only hope she'll be able to find the will power to stay away. She never has been able to resist the charm of the Salvatore's.
