"Damon…" I pushed at his chest with my hand when the glint of the handcuffs had caught my eye. "What are you doing?" I breathed. He was nearly lying on top of me. There was possibly a quarter of an inch left between us, and only about a half inch between our faces.
Damon smirked. "You caught me," he said. Then there was distance between us as he got off the bed with vampire agility and threw the cuffs onto the nightstand. He looked at me on the bed and I sat up, resting on my elbows. "I was going to handcuff you there so you wouldn't go to Stefan, but I figure I need to gain a little trust back…and some popularity," he said, also talking with his hands.
I sat up fully now and looked at him with my mouth slightly ajar, "Why don't you just use your little power?" I asked with clear attitude.
"Because that doesn't work on you anymore," he replied.
Damn it. He knew. Now I had nothing.
"You know how you'll get my trust back? And a whole lot of popularity….let Stefan in," I replied, standing up to face him. "Damon…I don't want to leave you...but…you gotta give me something…" I said, fed up with the tears and the pleading.
Damon paused and titled his head back and forth, "Well…I don't have to," he began. "But what you may be doubting...I do want you…and it's easier if you want me back," he approached me with a cocky grin. "We'll let Stefan in…" he said. "You walked away from him once…you can do it again," he draped his arm around my shoulders. I nodded.
I had no idea what I was going to do. But I could be quick on my feet.
Hopefully.
"Damon!" Stefan's voice rang from the front door.
"Let the show begin," Damon smirked, and lead me down to the front door. He opened the door and there stood Stefan. He could not enter yet, but he looked livid as ever. But a moment later Stefan's eyes were on me, "Are you okay?" he asked, looking me over.
I nodded slowly. In truth I wasn't okay. But I was standing. I was alive. That would have to do for now. "Damon," I spoke, "Would really like it if you came inside," Damon received a very demanding look from me.
Damon looked at me momentarily, and then to his brother, "Why don't we talk outside?" he asked, ushering me out the front door and onto the porch. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Now it was me and the brothers on the front porch of the dreary day.
"Damon, let her go," Stefan ordered, looking at the pair of us. "She's only human."
"Human-ish," Damon replied. He chuckled at his own status of power. "Please, let's have a seat," he motioned to the table and chairs that were to the left.
I turned, and when I did Stefan was right next to me. Without a thought I grabbed onto Stefan's hand with my own. I had momentarily detached from Damon. Stefan did not waste any time. We were off like a shot, away from Damon.
For a moment, Damon looked as if he were about to scream, yell, or even kill. But it faded quickly into a knowing smirk and a small laugh, "She'll be back."
