Ch. 4
A motion out of the corner of my left eye pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned my head only to see a girl with loose brown curls looking down at two drinks that both appeared to be whiskey. She wore a pink, low, v-neck shirt with a slim pair of dark-colored blue jeans that hugged around her slender figure quite comfortably, yet in a most enticing manner. If I focused in on it, I could hear her pulse. Her heart beating...
She looked up and I stared into the most beautiful blue-gray eyes. I froze as I realized what I just thought. Elena was the one with the most beautiful eyes. Yet here was the perfect counter-example to prove me absolutely wrong. I tried to read her thoughts but came up blank. When I tried again, at first it was the same, but then I felt something. She was in complete shock. But deeper than that was a vast, infinite amount of yearning. I instantly recognized what the yearning was. It was love.
I forced myself out of her head, only to find out that the feeling stayed with me. What in the world was going on with me? I wasn't in love with this small, fragile human. Was I? No. I was being desperate. Yes. I was desperate and heartbroken. That's all.
But no matter what I thought the feeling never left.
Instead of thinking anymore about it, I smirked and said, "Whiskey? For me?"
She quickly glanced down and looked back up at me. She blinked and seemed to break out of her trance.
"Uh..." she suddenly smiled and then said, "Yeah. Actually it is."
I blinked and my smirk halfway fell from my face - completely caught off guard. She had just did something I wanted her to do, and I didn't even use mind compulsion. I quickly thought this over, and decided that this was because of her immense love for me. She handed me the glass and I took it. I downed it in one gulp and then looked back at her. I instantly had a plan. Just in case, I thought.
I looked at her, fulling smirking again, and using mind compulsion this time said, "What? Don't want it? Give it to me."
She stared at me with a blank face, and, then absently, downed it as well. I couldn't believe it. I used as much Power as I could, and it didn't even work. Not one little bit.
I genuinely smiled at her and said, "Well, well. Not such a lady are you?"
She smiled back and replied, "Nope." She paused and then continued, "I'm Selene."
"Selene," I said aloud - letting the name roll off my tongue and caressingly over my teeth.
Her smile grew, but she seemed a little impatient.
"Damon," I told her, "Damon Salvatore."
I suddenly remembered my earlier thoughts, and decided to really test it out.
"Have you ever met my brother? Stefan Salvatore?" I asked her curiously.
She seemed to mull this over.
"Nope, that I remember," she replied.
"Excellent," I said.
She slightly cocked her head to the side, and then I told her, "Because you're gonna meet him now."
*** So who is this Selene you may ask... Next two chapters will only start to explain. Yes, I'm evil... I know. xD ***
