Chapter 9
Damon pulled back from the brunette he had just finished drinking from; her breathing had slowed a warning for him telling him it was time to stop. He licked his lips but even after drinking most of her blood he still wasn't satisfied, the blood didn't taste quite as fulfilling as usual. He blamed it on waiting to long to feed but the real reason that he wouldn't admit to himself was he wasn't craving this strangers blood, he didn't want to drink from a girl he had found walking around late at night by herself, their was just one persons blood he wanted, one that right now was forbidden, Elena's.
The girls eyes slowly opened, she looked around disorientated, trying to remember how she ended up on the ground, she scrambled backwards once she seen Damon, leaning against a wall nearby.
He smirked advancing as she moved backwards until her back was against a wall. "I thought you'd never wake up" he laughed as her hand reached up to her neck feeling the two holes that stung slightly.
"What are you?" she asked in a mixture of fear and disgust. Which only assured Damon that he wouldn't be able to tell Elena what he was, he would rather be staked than to have Elena look at him like that.
"Now that would be telling" he said taking her chin in his hand to make her look at him, "but you don't have to worry about what I am because you won't remember me or what happened, understand?" he's eyes grew darker, as her eyes dilated.
"I understand" she answered mechanically, usually when Damon was compelling girls he would allow them to remember the feeling of pleasure that they had during the blood drinking experience that's why they would want to be with him again, to feel pleasure they never felt before even if they didn't remember why they had felt it in the first place. Tonight though he didn't feel like adding another mindless girlfriend to his collection especially since he didn't even want the one he had.
He told her to go home before going back to the boarding house, Damon sighed as he seen the light was still on, meaning Stefan was waiting up for him. He climbed a tree effortlessly jumping onto his window pane with all the grace of a jungle cat, hoping by going inside his bedroom window he could avoid his brothers disapproval of everything he did, but no such luck for as soon as he was inside his room, his door opened slightly allowing his angry looking brother to come in.
"To what do I owe the honour of your presence, my dear brother" Damon said sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his soft leather boots.
"I've had enough of this Damon, you're drawing too much attention as it is, and do you know how many girls showed up here when you were out?" Stefan shook his head, his fists balled.
"So you're asking me to leave?" he asked leaning back on his elbows and raising his eyebrows.
"No, I'm telling you to leave" Stefan stated, not moving an inch.
Usually Damon could control his expressions but he couldn't help but laugh, "I've been here nearly two months, and apart from the death glares you give me you haven't said a word, so I guessing this sudden outburst has something to do with me finding a Katherine look-a-like?"
"No" Stefan answered quickly, too quickly.
Damon smirked, pushing himself off the bed so that he was standing in front of Stefan, "I'm not going anywhere"
Stefan sighed, knowing that continuing his conversation would get him no where Damon had tuned out completely because Damon always got the last word. So instead of arguing further he walked away, biting his tongue, he left Damon to sleep.
Elena's POV
Just like he said, at exactly 8 o clock Damon's Ferrari pulled into my driveway, the sun glistening on the sleek black paint, reminding me of the way his eyes held light.
Taking a deep breath I open the door, hoping I'm prepared for the consequences of driving to school with Damon, because firstly I no longer trust my self discipline around him and secondly half the school population, which is basically all the girls, are not going to be pleased to see me with Damon again, especially not Vickie.
The car door opens, and Damon steps out, his eyes thankfully covered by dark sunglasses so that I won't see the eyes that make my legs weak, his smiles so brightly that in my eyes he outshines the sunlight.
"Good Morning Princess" he says with his smooth Italian voice opening the passenger side door for me.
"Morning" I know pathetic right? One word is all I can manage but I'm surprised I even managed that with him standing there before me looking… perfect.
He closes the door silently behind me, returning to the driver's side, and once again he speeds down the street making my already fast heartbeat quicken.
Taking one hand off the steering wheel he puts his hand into his leather jacket, producing a small red velvet box from inside.
He takes off his sunglasses and looks over at me, and now that I can see his eyes I forget to worry about how he isn't looking at the road, smirking he hands me the box, his fingers touching my hand briefly, making my skin tingle.
Slowly I look down at the box in my hands, opening it to find a silver bracelet inside; the silver entwined together making it look like stems, little black metal roses dangling down like charms. It's so beautiful I gasp, my fingers trembling as I slid it carefully onto my wrist, "Damon, its perfect" I gush, "Thank you"
Damon smiled, not his usual half smile but a genuine heart-felt smile, lifting my hand to his lips, the black roses jangling slightly as he kisses my hand softly "You're welcome"
He pulls into the parking lot his hand still holding onto mine gently, as if he's afraid o hurt me.
I grab my bag and after an encouraging look from Damon, I open the door trying to remind myself that no one will be angry because Damon and I are just friends, even though he got me a bracelet that didn't look cheap, friends buy friends presents, don't they? Do friends kiss the way you and Damon did? A voice in the back of my mind was trying to ask but I couldn't listen to it right now, not when Vickie was storming her way through the crowd of girls, who now included Bonnie.
This time though she didn't verbally attack me, probably because she knew I would bite back. Instead she screamed at Damon who leaned against his car, next to me, so close I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off him.
"What the hell, Damon?" Vickie screeched pointing a manicured finger at him accusingly.
"Good morning to you too, Vickie" Damon said casually not the least bit fazed.
"You think this is a good morning? I spent an hour waiting for you to come and pick me up for school, and after being forced by my mother to walk here I see you with her" she said looking over at me disgustingly.
This however did get a reaction, even if Vickie and the others didn't notice, I did. Damon's eyes darkened, the light disappearing from them, his jaw clenching slightly, but no one seemed to notice the change but me, and his smooth voice deepened a bit more than usual when he said, "Her name is Elena, and she's beautiful, clever and funny and a whole lot more fun to be around than you" his voice so low only me and Vickie could have heard. I was touched by his words but at the same was afraid that there was a whole other side to him I haven't yet met.
Vickie glared, "This isn't over" she snarled, tossing her hair behind her shoulder before walking away.
Elena sat in art, pretending to paint; as she watched the hands of the clock move slowly, Damon was in politics so she found herself bored, after only one day with him she found herself wondering how she had lived so long without him. She jumped silently as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, '1 new text' the number was unknown but she read it anyway looking for any kind of distraction.
'Met me outside Princess
D'
Her heartbeat fluttered as she reread it, before walking up to her teacher and asking for the hall pass to go to the toilet. As soon as she got out she ran down the hall, stopping at the front doors, about to open it when she hears her name being called, "Elena" she turns around seeing Damon behind her, wondering why she didn't hear him walking behind her until he spoke.
"Where are you going?" he asks smiling but confused.
Elena shakes her head laughing, "Outside, where you told me to met you" she said in a tone that implied it was obvious.
"When exactly did I tell you this?" he asks amused, gently moving strands of hair away from her face.
Elena took out her phone, showing him the text, the smirk on his lips falling, his eyes looking distant. "Damon?" Elena asked after a few minutes of Damon silently staring at her phone, his eyes narrowed.
"Do you know who sent it?" she asked thinking he must know by his silence.
"No" he lied, feeling his anger build inside him, he didn't need to guess who sent it, he knew for a fact it was the vampire that had tried to kill him yesterday, who else would have known he had called her Princess this morning? He must have been following him and seen him with Elena, Damon hated himself he should have been more careful about showing Elena that he cared about her, because now the vampire had changed targets, knowing Damon would rather die himself that let Elena get hurt. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened to her if he hadn't of found her before she went outside…
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