Previously
Her aura outshines everyone's in the parking lot, and probably everyone I've ever met, it pure white, almost blinding but I can't look away. I can smell her blood from a mile off, it's tantalizingly sweet, making me throat ache, that's when I realise I've found my next prey…
Chapter 3
DPOV
"Who's that?" I ask the girl clinging to my side, my so-called girlfriend, Vickie Bennett, and yes I know asking a girlfriend about other girls gives a good reason for her to be jealous but I honestly couldn't care less about that, I need to find out the name of my next blood donator.
Vickie's eyes narrow at me once she see's I'm looking in the direction of the girl with the golden hair, her back still turned as she walks inside, "Why do you want to know?" she says icily.
"Because I do" I say, influencing her to tell me the truth with my eyes.
"Elena Gilbert" she says her eyes dilated her voice mechanical, an image flashes through her head, but for a second I think our thoughts are getting mixed up because why would she be thinking of Katherine? There's no way she could have ever known a vampire that died centuries ago, but Vickie's still thinking about her, Katherine's laughing with other girls, Meredith and the red haired girl are with her in Vickie's thoughts, but it's not Katherine, it's the golden haired girl and she looks so much like Katherine I could have sworn it was her if I hadn't smelt the difference of her blood compared to Katherine's.
I pull away from Vickie, my jacket freed from her grasp, "I have to go" I say already walking towards the school before she can ask where I'm going.
I have to see her face-to-face not just in someone else's mind because I've seen girls who look like Katherine before but not to this perfection.
Most people have made their way to class already but I find her easily, she standing by her locker, entering the combination. I stop walking towards her, preparing myself for disappointment that maybe she doesn't look exactly like Katherine maybe I was just putting thoughts into Vickie's head, of who I wanted Elena to look like.
Please just open Elena's thoughts enter my head, her voice sweet, innocent, her head leaning against her locker Mr's Stewart's going to kill me if I'm late for class on the first day she sighs taking a step back from her locker, ok so it's not 17-6-12, why didn't I write it down? She curses at herself, but luckily for her I could never resist a damsel in distress.
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EPOV
Why can't I remember three little numbers? I think to myself but I already know the answer, it's because of the feeling I have that's making me light-headed, or maybe because I can't think of small things like locker combinations when my mind has been taken over by the strikingly beautiful image of one person, Damon Salvatore.
My thoughts are distorted though as a fist slams onto the front of my locker, causing me to jump backwards, the lock clicked, letting the locker door open, as I stand there open mouthed looking at it. I try to gain back my composure before I turn around, my eyes getting trapped in Damon Salvatore's unnerving gaze.
He looks stunned himself, but I'm guessing it's not for the same reason, his eyes soften as he look's at me, and it's probably just because I'm feeling dizzy, but the look he gives me looks so warm and loving, it sends shivers down my spine, reminding me of how my dad and mum would look at each other, so lovingly that I used to pray someday I would be able to love someone as much as they loved each other.
Then before my mind can comprehend the meaning behind his eyes, a smirk grows on his lips, his eyes now guarded causing such a dramatic change in his expression I can't help but turn away again trying to get my breath back that he stole from me as soon as he looked into my eyes.
I grab the geography book from my locker, the one I was suppose to take home and study over the summer, but 'accidently' forgot to take with me before I left for France.
"Thanks" I mumble, not risking a glance at him, I close my locker and start to walk away.
"I'm Damon Salvatore" he said stepping in front of me, before I can escape.
"I know" I say, looking down at his boots, it's easier to act like I'm not interested in him if I don't look at him. Truthfully, I don't think I am interested, especially after what Meredith said about him about his lack of respect toward girls and even though he looks flawless I know that it would be safe to believe that he himself is flawless.
"I haven't seen you around, do you live outside of town?" his voice is as smooth as velvet but theirs an edge to it, and I know without looking that his eyes are staring down at me daring me to look at him.
I shake my head, my mind telling me to run, as strange as it would seem, I'm contemplating it, "I've been on holiday all summer, I only got back yesterday" I manage, knowing at some point I'm going to have to look at him, so I risk it, timidly looking up from under my lashes at him.
"Why don't we skip school, you can show me where you live" his voice fills my mind, clearing my thoughts as his dark eyes are all I can see, giving me the urge to nod, but I fight the urge, trying to pull all my self-discipline and better judgement together. Straining to hear the small voice at the back of my mind that's saying 'You've only just met him, he could be a psycho-path for all you know'.
Why am I even considering agreeing to his request? What's wrong with me? He's still looking at me intensely waiting for my reply, his half smile showing he already knows my answer.
Then I do something that surprises both of us, I step out of his way and practically run to the safety of the geography classroom, pushing myself forward no matter how much I want to go back to him and I can still feel his gaze as I leave him standing in the empty corridor, with a dazed expression, of course I didn't know at the time that it would only make him want me more, much more…
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