Chapter 8
EPOV
I held onto the kitchen table tightly, my jaw clenched as I watched Damon standing near the counter, cooking, adding things to a pan so quickly I couldn't even identify what they were.
After only spending two minutes in Damon's company Judith had utterly and completely fell for Damon's charm, especially after he asked if she wanted him to help her with making the dinner, but Damon moved around the kitchen so expertly that he ended up making it by himself.
Even though I'm impressed with his cooking, I'm angry and it's not because he's being nice to my aunt, I'm angry because I know he's just pretending, no one can be as nice as he's acting because no matter how good of an actor he is I can see through it.
So when he finishes setting the table and looks up at me with his insanely gorgeous smile, why do I forget about my suspicions of this all being a game?
Damon pulls out a chair, the legs of the chair not even scraping off the floor like they usually would, he gestures for me to sit down, putting his hand over mine, causing me to have to unclench it and sit down.
Margaret comes and sits next to me giving Damon a smile showing her two missing front teeth, even my baby sister is totally obsessed with him!
Judith follows close behind her eyes widening once she sees the plates filled with some expensive looking Italian recipe, "Only three plates? Aren't you staying for dinner Damon?" she asks.
For a brief second Damon's façade slips as a look of disgust appears in his eyes as he looks at the food he prepared but it's then replaced by a smirk, shrugging his shoulders he says innocently, "No thanks, I have to go check in on my brother, you know just to make sure he's not getting into any trouble"
Judith nods understandingly, her eyes glancing towards me for a second, she's never going to fully trust me not to get in trouble since I did some stupid things before my parents accident "Feel free to come back anytime you want"
"I will" he smiles, picking up his leather jacket and putting it on even though the sun is beaming outside.
"I'll walk you out" I sigh, now even more confused than ever about the mystery that is Damon Salvatore.
After getting out of hearing distance of Judith I turn around to face him, jumping slightly when I see he's closer than I expected. Before I can question him about any of his strange behaviour, he says, "Thanks for letting me come over, I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow" he says reaching behind me to open the door.
"Wait, what?" I ask. Does he always have to be so confusing?
"Eight o'clock tomorrow morning" he states simply before adding, "I'll pick you up for school, that way I can take you home too"
"Oh, right thanks for the offer but Meredith gives me a lift" I say forcing myself to look into his eyes that seem to grow brighter every time I see them.
"No, Meredith use to give you a lift to school" he says leaning closer, one side of his lips rising.
"I thought you give Vickie a lift to school in the mornings" I'm surprised that I could even talk with his lips so close to mine.
He places his hand on my waist, his eyes sparkling when I don't hit it away, "I only give my girlfriend a lift to school" and before I can even think if he means 'girlfriend' or 'girl friend' his lips are on mine, making all my senses alert, my knees trembling as I taste his sweet lips, his gently kiss causing me more happiness than I ever felt, his warm hands on my back clearing my head of everything I should be worrying about like all thoughts of Vickie, Meredith and Aunt Judith who happen to be in the next room and could walk in at any moment, all those thoughts evaporate as my body tingles from this one small kiss.
Slowly he pulls back, looking younger than usual as if he was affected as much as I was, his eyes didn't hold the pain or wisdom of someone much older, and they only showed affection and not lust but… love?
He takes a step backwards, removing his hands, leaving my body cold without him holding onto me, I watch as he walks to his car and drives away, I could almost swear I saw him smiling.
DPOV
I felt two things, firstly relieve that my teeth didn't extend even though Elena's blood was so close I could have easily taken it but secondly I felt… happy? Is that what this was? Well whatever it was, was a good thing because I've never felt more alive even when I was alive, if that makes sense?
My mind was completely occupied by thoughts of Elena that when I walked into the Boarding House I didn't realise that it was too quiet until it was too late. My body was pushed against a wall, a hand covering my neck, not that I needed to breath but that didn't stop it from pissing me off.
In front of me was a man, looking equally pissed off, and his hair was wavy like Stefan's only his was a light brown, his eyes were red, so I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing at him, did he honestly think coloured contacts would intimated me?
"Damon Salvatore" he spat, holding on tighter to my neck.
"The one and only" I said with a smirk, bad idea since he threw me across the room again, but I don't regret it, I just regret not ripping his throat out the second he touched me. Standing up, I fix my shirt, "and you are?"
"You wouldn't know me but you might know my wife, the one you killed" he said eyes narrowing, teeth exposed.
I think back to all the woman vampires I recently killed, all of whom had attempted to kill me first, "Could you be more specific?"
"Celia" he said producing a sharp wooden stake from his pocket, I hold my hands up in surrender, remembering how his precious Celia had tried to stake me from behind one night, just because I accidently spilled my drink down her white top, apparently white tops go see through when they get wet, opps.
He advances forward, his hand clenching the stake. "So this is …what? avenging your lover's death? I would have thought you would have been a more 'die with her' type you know like Romeo?" I ask, not bothering to move, because Damon Salvatore is never prey he is always the predator, always.
He releases a growl, which is cut short by the sound of Stefan's car engine, he snarls at me, "You got lucky this time, but you wont be next time" he says disappearing just as Stefan comes in.
In a way of thanks for coming at the right time, even though he was clueless about what just happened, or in this case didn't happen, I resist the urge to ask 'Enjoy your bunnies?' instead I say nothing and walk out to get my own food, except mine will be from the closest blood filled human I can find…
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