I'm so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time I went away for a week and I has a case of writers block, but I made this chapter long (hopefully it was 6 pages on word) So enjoy! Also make sure to check out Eve's picture on my profile. (there's a link) Please review, favourite and follow! :) And thanks to everyone who reads my chapters and reviews!
Damon Salvatore's POV
I sighed as I set the young girl on the couch, what have I gotten myself into? I heard her mumble in her sleep about her father making me frown. I poured myself a glass of bourbon as I watched her sleep. I don't understand why this girl wasn't my lunch already. Why had I saved her? I frowned again downing the rest of my bourbon.
I heard the front door open and Stephan walk into the living room. "Elena is coming ove-"he stopped midsentence starring at the young women laying on the couch in confusion. "Damon" He started "What did you do to this poor girl?" I scoffed and stood "Who me? I did nothing of the sort, jumping to conclusions now aren't we?" I said smirking. Saint Stephan shot me a glare and went to check on the blue haired beauty.
He moved some of her hair from her deliciously looking neck checking for bite marks. "Not trusting me Stephan?' I questioned "Ouch that hurts" I added sarcastically. He just rolled his eyes in response. She began to stir and her eyes fluttered open.
Eve's POV
I heard people talking but couldn't make out the voices. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a concerned looking man standing over me with pretty green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask who he is but no words came out. My hand flung to my throat I looked at him panicked. Why couldn't I speak? Where was I? Who was he?
I shakily stood up and ran into a hard chest sending me onto my ass. He picked me up easily and placed me on my feet. I looked up at him and remembered those beautiful blue eyes. "You" I managed to squeak out. He smirked and turned to the other man in the room who looked closer to my age and said "I always leave the ladies speechless" I returned the smirk as I stood up slowly. I swayed back and forth and went to fall but two strong arms caught me. I looked up into the strangers blue eyes wondering how he got over here so quickly.
The other man looked uncomfortable in the room with the two of us. Before he could say anything the door opened and a beautiful brunette came into the room. She had stunning long brown hair and big innocent brown eyes that sparkled. She ran right over to the green eyes teenager kissing his cheek and giving him a quick hug before turning to me and...well I didn't know his name.
"Damon," she sneered I guess that was his name. It suited him, in his dark clothes and rugged leather jacket. "Who is this girl; what have you done this time?" I look oddly at the both of them, why did everyone think h-Damon was such a bad guy, he saved me.
I paled realizing he saw what my father...no not my father James and the rest of them did. I grabbed his arm tightly as he talked to the stunning girl. I couldn't help but stare she was so beautiful I felt disgusting just standing near her...not just her they were all stunning. I shook his arm lightly then he turned to look at me sharply and sneer out "Yes?" I opened my mouth but sound still wasn't coming to my lips. I frowned and a string of curse words came to mind. I focused and finally managed to utter "talk"
He nodded at me pulling my frail bruised body into a smaller room than the previous but still very large; room. I found a pen on the counter of the kitchen, I presumed and wrote down don't tell anyone...please?He quickly read confusion blossoming on his features but then realizing what I meant he responded "Why not?" I panicky wrote down because no one when needs to know I have this under control!
I heard him scuffle as I turned to look at him "Oh really?" He said challenging me "He grabbed my arm tightly pulling me against his chest "Then what about this?" He lightly traced his fingers around my bruised neck "and this?" He ran his fingers down to my arms covered in bruises "And what about this!" he yelled grabbing onto my soaked clothes. I looked down and he just pushed me away "Go upstairs and change third door on the left" I nodded and left the kitchen taking my time going to the strange room.
I traced my fingers down the beautiful wallpaper up the staircase into the hallway. It was a deep red it was beautiful and very old looking. A loose corner hung on the side of the wall my black fingernails picked at the small peeling wallpaper as I continued down the hall. I reached the desired room entering cautiously.
I pushed open the deep wood door reveling a dark blue bedroom. A large four poster bed was placed in the room covered in black silk sheets. The room contained a small wooden nightstand to the left side of the bed, a large black dresser which was placed beside the closet and an antique looking desk with a bookshelf beside it. Many layers of dust were covering the books telling me Damon didn't read them. I walked over to the large window placed to the far right of the bed it was lazily covered with silk black curtains that hung to the ground. I pulled back a fistful of the curtains to look outside the room had a beautiful view. It overlooked some of Mystic Falls making even this unfamiliar town look homey.
I continued staring outside that was until I felt a hand grasp my upper arm tightly twirling me around to face them. I didn't even bother looking up knowing it was James he always grabbed my arm, just like this. I snapped my eyes shut going almost limp in his arms "P..please don't hurt me..." I whispered quietly suddenly finding my voice.
It was so quiet, I didn't know if he even heard me or not... like it mattered. I kept my eyes closed tightly waiting for a smack, a punch, a kick but nothing came. I waited, and waited for what seemed like hours but still nothing. I hesitantly opened my one eye then the other. I looked up at Damon seeing him giving me a sad yet confused look. Wait...Damon, not James? I quickly scanned the room for any sign of that ass but nope nothing. I tried to compose myself as best as I could standing in a strange room in wet clothes. "I...uh...thought you were...someone else...Sorry" I said lamely.
Damon let go of my arm then quickly shook off whatever he was thinking and replied coolly "I sent you up here to get dressed not to snoop in my room. My closet is over there" he said pointing to a pair of double doors, one of which was open so you could peek into the closet. "Find some clothes" So this was his room, I could definitely see that, it suited him much like his name. He snapped his fingers in my face getting me out of the daze "Hello?" He muttered impatiently I simply nodded ignoring the handsome man and walking towards the double doors.
I flung both the doors open all the way as I entered the large closet. The racks were all covered in black clothes some splashes of other colours here and there but mostly black. The walls were lined with black fitting jeans and leather jackets. I continued down the long closet type hallway till I reached another dresser type chest at the end of the closet. I opened it up curiously only to be met with a draw full of boxers and socks. I grabbed a pair of both for myself closing the draw hastily feeling slightly embarrassed. I turned to the rack of clothes pulling out a deep gray V neck shirt.
This will do, I thought as I put the clothes I had picked out for myself onto the smaller dresser and begun peeling off my clothes. They were wet and muddy and well to be honest disgusting. I sighed I was going to have to throw these out.
I pulled off my colourful orange shirt throwing it to the side of the closet. I debated whether or not I should take my bra off but feeling the wet cool material against my chest I decided to depose of it. I reached around undoing my pink and black bra and tossing it to the floor too.
I then moved to my black skinny jeans that seemed even tighter encased with the muddy river water. I undid my bright green belt buckle that read BITCH in letters that look like paint dripping down. I smirked as I tossed to a different side of the closet away from the clothes. I'm diffidently keeping that!
I slowly peeled off my once beautiful skinny jeans to revile my long pale legs. I tossed the jeans sadly to the pile of my dead clothes. Then I moved to my destroyed underwear. Sighing I slipped them off, tossing them.
I then reached to the pile of oversized boy clothes slipping on his shirt and boxers. They smelt good, probably like he would smell. I then reached for the pair of plain black socks slipping them onto as a sad effort to keep me warmer. I took one last look at my clothes before picking them and looking for a place to dispose of them.
I excited the closet in hunt for a grave for my clothes. I found another set of double doors away from the closet, so naturally being the idiot I am I went snooping. I opened one of the large doors quietly closing it behind me. I felt the walls looking for a light switch to illuminate the room. Flick. Light spread through the room showing me it was bathroom. It was beyond beautiful. The bathroom was marble and granite from head to toe but still said Damon. There was a large Jacuzzi tub that was big enough to play baseball in. A long counter with several sinks with mirrors above each and a huge shower that almost called my name. But I for once ignored what I wanted to do and tossed the wet clothes into the large tub.
I shifted uncomfortably on my feet for a few moments before turning to head out of the bathroom, but I didn't get far. I ran into a hard chest knocking flat onto my ass. I groaned as I landed on my already broken tail bone. I looked up to see the seemly brick well to see Damon with amusement coloured on his face. I groaned again as I tried to get up without looking as frail as I felt...as frail as I was. And of course, being me I failed. I tried standing, slipped on his stupid socks fell then let a wail of pain. I cursed myself in my head oh yea looking hot Eve.
His beautiful blue eyes sparkled with amusement. I groaned and thought "god my ass hurts" I heard Damon chuckle. Fuck. "Did I say that aloud?" I heard Damon reply "Yep" damn keep your thoughts, your thoughts Eve! I tried getting up this time and manage success. Rubbing my tail bone as I walked past Damon to the sink I felt his eyes following me. I looked in the mirror. Oh. My. Lawd. I thought. I can`t believe how gross I looked not to mention talking to the hottest guy on the planet like this. I quickly grabbed a hand towel from the side of the sink and covered it in hot water washing away the mud dirt and...blood from my face. When I finished I stuck some of my hair under the sink washing away the grim. The water turned a dull brown colour and my hair turned back to its shiny blue.
I rung out some o the water in the sink as I turned to Damon at least he can see me looking somewhat presentable not like an abused swamp monster. He looked shocked. His blue eyes were slightly widened and his eyes were scanning every inch of my face and body. I shifted uncomfortably. Oh great I thought I probably scared him for life. He stared at me for what felt like forever then reach down to grab my arm but pulled back remember the last meltdown that I had and grabbed my hand pulling me out of the bathroom. Damon pulled me out of his room and swiftly down the hallway.
I struggled under his grip saying "I can walk by myself Damon" He chuckled "Yea, because we all know how great that turned out last time." Damon said referring to my fall in the bathroom. I scoffed "Well, if it wasn't for your stupid socks I would have been fine!" I insisted trying to free my hand from his. He chose to ignore me and continue down the hallway to the stairs. We returned to the large parlour type living room to see the beautiful girl from earlier looking mad with her slender arms crossed on top of her chest. I looked down at my sock covered feet feeling ashamed as Damon dragged me over to her. The other teenager wasn't far from the girl with his pretty green eyes.
Damon ignored the glares they were sending his way and turned to me "This is Stephan" He said pointing to the green eyes teenager "and this is Elena" he added pointing the beautiful girl. Both the glares disappeared and were replaced with soft looks "Eve, I'm Eve" I said She smiled at me slightly. I felt like a little girl, or a porcelain doll. They...they pitted me did Damon tell them.
My breathing quickened and I start hyperventilating. James was going to kill me, they knew oh god. I couldn't breathe I felt like the walls were caving in on me. My knees started to shake and my legs gave in, my vision blurred as I heard voices around me. Damon, the only thing keeping me standing looked at me curiously. And that was the last thing I saw before I passed out.
