Damon POV
(1 month later)
It's like nothing had changed between us. After that first day me and Isobel spent everyday together.
When I was with her she made me forget about Elena and my undying love for her. And honestly I needed that.
I was always constantly obsessing over Elena, that I lost sight of who I really was.
I realized that when ever I was with Elena she always wanted me to better myself, and do good for others.
Not only was it tiring, but completely revolting to me. The idea of doing something beneficial for someone else disgusted me, that is unless I was getting something out of it.
It was a relief to know that I didn't have to put on an act around Isobel. I could be the monster I was truly meant to be and she would accept me just the same.
In fact two weeks ago, I had been in the middle of ripping some poor young girl's throat out, when I realized that Isobel had been standing in the doorway observing the whole gruesome display.
She had come into my room to get her book, when she stumbled upon me. But instead of flipping out on me, she simply grabbed her book and stated "carry on" and walked out of the room.
Even when the young girl begged her to help she kept on going, as if she hadn't heard a thing.
When I confronted her later as to why she acted so calmly towards it, she reassured me that it didn't bother her and that it was only in my nature to kill. And who are we to go against nature.
I starred at Isobel in disbelief, wondering what I had done to deserve such a loyal friend.
I watched her as she read on her bed. She lay on her stomach absorbing every word placed on the pages of a fairly large novel.
We spent most of the nights at her apartment and the days at my house.
Mainly because Stefan was usually always over Elena's or out somewhere with Elena during the day.
"Stop" she said breaking the hours long silence.
"Stop what?" I queried, lying next to her.
She closed her book and placed it beside her. "Stop starring at me. It was cute the first couple of minutes, but now its just getting creepy."
"I was not starring at you" I teased fully aware that I was.
"Were too" she said childishly.
Soon we drifted back into a comfortable silence and Isobel continued with reading her book.
"I'm bored" I stated frankly. "Why don't you entertain me, you know maybe a lap dance."
Her eyes peeked out from the novel, only to give me a deathly glare.
"Fine, Fine I'll take that as a no. I'll just go rifle through your drawers."
She ignored me.
I got up and headed towards her dresser. I opened the first drawer and all I saw was black lace everywhere. I'm guessing it was her underwear drawer.
She watched me intently as I searched through each drawer.
"So find anything interesting?" she questioned.
"No just the usual lacy thongs, a stash of pot, Jack Daniels bottle….a box of glow in the dark condoms. You know same old same old."
She grabbed one of the feather pillows beside her and hurled it across the room. It missed me but I was surprised at how forcefully she threw it.
"There is not." She mumbled. Dropping her book to the floor and burrowing herself into her pillow.
I made my way to the bed and laid next to her. "Ok so I was lying about the pot and condoms but the rest is true."
She chuckled a little, and then yawned. I looked at the clock wondering what time it was.
12:00 AM, damn it was pretty late. I probably should go but I just want to stay here a little while longer.
I turned onto my side resting my head on my hand and watched her eye lids slide close and her breathing slow down into a steady rhythm.
When she was sleeping she looked at ease, like she had no fears.
I was always worried about her, especially because I knew there was some dark secret she was keeping from me.
But right now, at this present moment I was not concerned about her. Because I knew that I would be able to protect her from anything that threatened her wellbeing.
Her long flowing hair skimmed across her face. I brushed it away with my fingertips letting them linger across her rosy skin.
She stirred slightly.
"Isobel" I whispered.
"Sssshhhhhhh, I'm tired." She grumbled snuggling into me.
"Isobel, I have to go. Stefan's already been getting suspicious. I've been sleeping over here the past couple of weeks. He's recently been asking me a lot of questions."
"That's not my problem. You're the one who doesn't want Stefan to know about me yet, for whatever reason. And plus, you're a good liar. Make something up."
She laid her head onto my chest.
I started shrugging her off of me, which only made her clutch onto me tighter.
"Don't go" she begged. "You know I can't sleep when no one is here. Please be my teddy bear tonight."
I was hit with a pang of guilt, because I know if I left she would not sleep…and she seemed exhausted.
Isobel could never fully sleep unless someone was with her. If I didn't stay she would only get around 1-3 hours of sleep.
I wasn't entirely sure as to why she couldn't sleep, but I think it was either the nightmares or that she was scared of that mysterious man.
I stopped moving and let her resituate back into her previous position. I began stroking her hair, "Ok, but this is the last time."
"Yeah yeah" she murmured, knowing that it was not true.
I listened to her breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against my own.
Until sometime during the night I closed my eyes and blissfully fell into a deep slumber.
I know this chapter is pretty much just fluff, but I thought it was cute. Anyways...people PLEASE review! I would really appreciate it.
The next chapter I will probably have up in a day or two because for the most part its already planned out.
