A/N Hey, guys! This chapter has a little bit of everyone in it. Unfortunately no cute Della moments :( A little bit of a cute moment with Edward, and we get to see the Damon we all fell in love with :))) Hope you guys like it! See you at the bottom ;)
Chapter 8
I woke well-rested (if not well spent) in a blissful haze of euphoria. I snapped out of it instantly, though, when I realized Damon's arms were not wrapped around me. Slightly hurt by this discovery, I looked around the room. He wasn't at the bay-window, he wasn't at the liquor table, he wasn't anywhere in sight. Frowning, I climbed out of the huge King's bed, making the 2-foot leap to the floor. This bed really was too big for one person.
Finding a plush blue robe that could only belong to Damon, I slipped it on and listened for sounds. There was nothing to hear, though; the house was completely silent.
Wonder where he went …
I decided that there was no reason why I couldn't explore this vast bedroom. Damon had left me here, anyway. He must not have anything to hide. Right?
After our passionate night I would assume so. I blushed at the thought. I had never done anything so bold before. Never opened myself up to someone, and not just anyone, but Damon Salvatore. This man had been in every one of my nightmares since grade 7. He was my first. I let the perfect man see my not-so-perfect body… I blushed even more remembering Damon's hands on me… His breath against my neck…. His beautiful body … His eyes...
I took a deep breath, grabbing hold of myself, and then stepped towards Damon's desk as if I hadn't just been fantasizing about its owner.
My head was instantly cleared as I took a closer look at the papers on the desk. What was this?.. The documents looked aged, maybe from Viking times. Touching it, I would guess the papers were hand-made. As in, carved directly from the tree. I had never seen anything like them before. The symbols were like nothing I had ever seen before, either. I could make out a few letters, they were pretty straight forward. An R here, a K there, a few M's thrown in. There was nothing I could make sense of, though.
I picked up one of the papers, holding it closer to my face. This was serious museum-style stuff. What was it doing in Damon's bedroom? I started putting the paper back down, until I seen another paper. It was a more modern. In fact… it looked like it might have been written recently. Like, maybe last night. Was this Damon's writing?
My hand shook as I picked it up. It looked like a poem …
"I see it in your eyes
You're feeling paranoid
You know just what I've done
You know what I've become
I feel it deep inside
With all the pain & lies
I know just what I want
I am an animal"
It fluttered back onto the desk slowly. Words flashed in front of my eyes … Animal … Pain… Lies…
How could I have been so stupid? Of course, I knew that Damon was a deeply scarred man. He must have done horrible things. I knew he wanted to kill me. I knew what he was. How could I have come to Damon's house? Gotten myself into this situation? All because I had an attraction. I was trapped in his beautiful spell. But there was nothing beautiful left. The sun came up, shone light onto my distress. All that was left was pain and regret.
I needed to get out of here. Quickly, before Damon came back. I found my clothes and got dressed at lightning speed. I was down the stairs in a mere minute. No sign of Damon. Just as I was getting to the wide front door, a voice stopped me.
"My, my … Am I interrupting?"
Did I know that voice?
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"Oh, look; more water," Alice announced dryly. We were just crossing the Northern Ireland border, heading along the coast towards Dublin. The deep green hills and crystal blue of the sea should have been enough to shut Alice up, but she just kept on annoying me.
"Shouldn't you be snapping pictures to show to Jazz?" I snapped, tightening my fists around the wheel.
"I've taken, like, a million pictures. There's only so much water you can show a man before he pisses himself."
"If you're trying to be funny, it's not working."
"What's got your boxer-briefs all up in a knot?"
"I'm not in the mood, Alice." I seethed. All I wanted was to get to Dublin, find Lucy and save Isabella from that evil villain Damon.
Alice pouted in that adorable sisterly-way. "It was a legitimate question."
"No it wasn't."
"Well you don't have to be rude about it! It's not my fault Bella's in this predicament, I'm worried, too."
I found myself softening up, no matter how hard I clung to my anger. Only Alice could pull me out of one of these moods. Unfortunately, for both of us, anger was a welcome emotion. Without it, I would be forced to feel the pain, to see the future, which didn't seem too bright. Anger was the only thing between me and my breakdown. Couldn't Alice see my crippling fear? Could anyone?
"I'm sorry, Alice." I muttered, "Of course you're worried, too. I just can't stand being away from her … What if he decides to attack?" My heart rate sped at the thought, and I contemplated turning the car around.
"Edward, it's going to be okay. We asked Rose and Em to keep an eye on Bella while we're gone," Alice softly reminded me. Then she brushed her hand over my forearm. "Not to mention the new vampire hunter on campus."
I let myself relax. Alice was right. For now, Bella was safe. My job there had been done. All that I could do now was find Lucy and save Bella's life.
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"Aren't you a fine specimen?" I breathed, leaning in close to the girl's neck. I could feel other eyes on me, specifically belonging to the lovely ladies of 901 Bar and Grill, but I let them slide off me. These eyes were the ones I so desired.
"Excuse me?" Bonnie snapped, turning to face me. When she saw me her brown eyes widened further, and her mouth formed a small o. "Oh, it's you..."I smirked as she composed herself. She and I had a tiny episode the first day. She called me a pig for hitting on her friend in front of her, then pursuing her the next instant. Was it really my fault Brown University was so well stocked?
"What do you want, Troy?" Bonnie McCullough asked. Well, she wasn't going to be any fun. Still, I kept annoying her. It was fun watching that spark of fire grow. Even more fun knowing that she didn't know that I knew she was a witch.
"How's a little kiss from yours truly?" I asked, doing my best version of charming and debonair.
"Sounds like my worst nightmare," She was careful not to look into my eyes again. "Now are you going to tell me why you're harassing me? Do you need notes for World History? You missed class yesterday."
"I know all I need to know," I winked.
Bonnie left change on the bar, then swiveled to face me. Before she could fire off her insult, she met my eyes, getting the full-effect. Her pale throat moved up and down, her full red lips parted. My, she was attractive.
"You're disgusting," Bonnie mumbled quietly, trying to be strong.
I grabbed my chest in mock hurt. "I am deeply wounded by your rejection, Miss McCullough!" Instantly, I switched off my bravado. There was only so much charm the girl could take before she spontaneously combusts, or suffers from a throbbing, wet crotch. "I'm looking for my friend, Stefan Salvatore, have you seen him?"
"I didn't know you two were friends," Bonnie smiles, doing a little hop in excitement. She reminded me of a little bird. "I think I saw him at Pastiche with his girlfriend, Elena Gilbert."
I held my arm out for her to take, throwing in an eyebrow raise for good measure. Not surprisingly, Bonnie hooked her arm in mine with a small smile. Sooner or later the girl had to admit that the irritating womanizer was actually very stunning and charming. At the end of the night, I always got the girl in my bed. Always put her under my spell.
Always.
We found Stefan in no time. Right when he saw me he excused himself, and Bonnie made her way over to Elena Gilbert. Elena met my eyes with searching violet ones. I squinted, wondering how much she knew.
"Damon, what are you doing here?" Stefan asked, furrowing his brow.
I put my arm around his shoulders. "Let's take a walk brother. And please, keep your voice down. They know me as Troy Smith here."
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A/N What is Damon up to? And what was up with those Viking scrolls? Alright, you guys probably already know; y'all aren't stupid! Yes, the Originals are making an appearance shortly. :) I decided to keep that part from the TV show because I loved them so much! There's also a mystery guest (No its not an Original) Can you guys guess who it is? ;)
And can I be the first to say how much I looooove Damon? I was fangirling so hard for him, and I'm guessing you guys were too!
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