Isabella's POV
Walking up the steps into the Lockwood's house was possibly one of the most daunting tasks I had been faced with since my return. Vampires I had learnt to handle but facing the demons of my past was never my strong point. The staring would be a given, but the underlaying emotion of hatred and disgust would be there, bubbling under the surface of their skin and swirling deep in their eyes.
A hand touched my back, guiding me up the last few steps forcefully. "Come on, Darling! Wouldn't want to be late now," whispered a familiar voice I was beginning to wish I could forget. The voice of the common enemy. The voice of my one desire; Damon Salvatore.
"Let go of me!" I sneered, pulling away from his guiding hand. "I can walk without assistance and I would like enough distance from you as physically possible." My words were contrasting with my feelings. What I should be feeling is disgusted and repulsed by the unnatural being in front of me, yet all I wanted to do was stand closer to him, for him to wrap his arms around...
"As much as I hate to break the obviously touching moment we are having right now, we are being stared at like we are caged animals, not a feeling I particually like, therefore I request we take this inside, find an empty room and sort out our mutual discontempt in the best way possible..." His voice lowered as he stepped closer to me, whispering the last word into my ear. "Sex." His arm snaked around my waist and as much as my heart was telling me to melt into his embrace, press my lips to his and go through with his previously explain plan, my head told me to escape, so pushing my hands off his chest I hurtled up the reaining step and ran into the house to find the three other council members staring at me from the closest window- a prime location to spy on those coming.
"Welcome back!" Carol Lockwood exclaimed, taking purposeful strides forward before throwing her arms around my shoulders, an unwelcome intrusion of personal space. After a mumbled thanks and a pat on the back she eventually let go, allowing Elizabeth Forbes to join the welcoming comittee. Thankfully Liz had learnt the concept of space and just placed a single hand on my arm before turning away, leaving one last person standing infront of me.
"Hi," said the unnamed man in front of me. "I'm Alaric Saltzman, it's a pleasure to meet you." He stepped forward, raising a hand for me to shake in greeting.
"Now Ric," Damon said from the doorway behind me. "Is that any way to grace such a beauty? You should wrap your arms around her and ask her about her life story, I hear girls like that kind of thing."
Damon's idea of a joke evoked a mutual response from both me and the man in front of me. "Go to hell, Damon." We smirked as our voices merged together and I raised my hand aswell, taking his hand in a firm handshake before winking and turning back to the two now stunned females. "I want to know everything. I want to know what has happened in my absence and what you plan to do as a plan of revenge against the abominable creatures." The last word came out as a hiss and my eyes flickered to Damon as the mutilated word came out.
"Then maybe we should take this into the living room?" Carol suggested, before leading the way down the hall. "Damon, close the door on your way in."
Your reviews have been wonderful but I feel the need to clear this up. This storyline is not following the plot of the story exactly. In this Richard Lockwood has died and Alaric was brought in. Katherine has not appeared yet and the Gilbert device is unknown.
There may be a slight detour in the Isabella/Damon relationship but all in good time, my darling readers!
My chapters may be short at the minute but I'm writing at midnight here and I'm in the middle of my GCSE mocks so just stick with me for a bit.
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