Chapter 4
Is he bi-polar or something? He was just depressed, then horny, now he's vengeful? Angela thought as he moved faster then she could see from off the stairs to standing in front of her.
"I heard that…and you're going to help me." He said demandingly.
"Why in the hell would I-"
"You want Katherine gone just as much as I do." Damon said smirking.
"Damon I'm not going to-" Angela started as Damon cut her off with a kiss making her head spin. She kissed him back as he pushed her up against her door and pulled her closer to him. Her blood warmed feverishly when his tongue touched hers and she knew she could control herself as long as she had that vervain in her charm bracelet. When he pulled away from Angela, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Damon smiling back at her.
"No bloodlust, no compulsion. I do what I want, when I want. If I want something or someone, I get it. If I don't they have to die. Simple as that."
He raised his hand and her charm bracelet with vervain was dangling from his hand. Angela immediately tried to take it from him and he just switched the hand it was in.
"I'll give it back to you when you say yes." Damon said backing away from her. It wasn't about the vervain in the bracelet; it was her mother's charm bracelet.
"Damon I could just take it from you."
"But you won't…after that kiss your bloodlust will do nothing but work against you if you get angry at me now without your vervain…I know how that works little witch. I know what you really want to do to me and you can fight it all you like, I can stop myself…I think." Damon said smirking with his eyebrow raised.
Oh God… Angela thought.
"You son of a…" Angela started as her blood began to warm and she stopped herself.
"Ah ah ah…" Damon said taking a step closer to Angela and she backed up so that she couldn't react to him.
"Ok. Ok! Fine!" Angela yelled with her hands up in surrender.
Damon smirked.
"Good girl…"
"You won't try to compel me will you?" Angela asked with her arms folded.
"Trust me Angela." Damon said and she gave him that "get-that-shit-outta-here" look. "Well you're just going to have to trust that I won't."
"I'll see you tomorrow morning." Damon winked and disappeared in a blur.
"Dammit!" Angela yelled.
And so she stumbled into her late Gram's house and threw her purse on the table.
What on Earth did I get myself into? Angela thought to herself as she went into a bedroom and tried to force herself to sleep.
Angela slept shakily into the morning and tried to make sure that her mind didn't drift. Bloodlust was not a gift to her in the slightest and right now all she wanted to do was figure out a way to get the hell away out of this situation she hadn't even gotten into yet.