Okay everyone, I know I said that this was going to be the last chapter, but it is not…again. So from now on, just ignore me saying the next chapter will be the last until the story is considered finished. I have a problem with thinking a chapter will be a certain length and then it turns out three times the size. I am posting this and cutting the chapter in half again because it has been a while since there has been an update and I want to get something out there. I had finals and school just ended so I was a bit busy for the last few weeks. Oh well, now that summer has come up I am hoping to finish this within the next week or so and then update all my other stories. :) So I hope you enjoy this chapter and will please leave a review when you are done reading. Thanks! -Lioness002 -I Own Nothing
I took a deep breath and smoothed my hair and dress one last time as I stared at the front door of the Boarding House. This was it, tonight my life would change, for worse or better I did not know, but I was really hoping it would be the latter. I shook away my doubt and smiled, everything would work out; we loved each other, so what could go wrong by wanting to consummate it into a real relationship?
I boldly raised my hand and gently knocked on the front door, the time had come and it was time for me to make a move. I waited in silence as I stared at the ground and my thoughts went a million miles a minutes. So many things could happen, could change. Am I ready for that? Am I willing to let myself be consumed by him? After a few moments of thought I nodded. Yes, I am. I waited until the door unlocked and quickly swung open before my eyes snapped up to search for my Dark Knight. When I saw him I had to stifle a gasp, Damon looked absolutely amazing. His inky midnight hair was glossy and shinny in the sunlight that was filtering through the trees, his formal tuxedo was elegant, and he looked just so…him. A casual sexiness. I really do wonder how long he preps for things like this. Does he put in a bunch of effort to make himself look sexy and amazing, or does he just throw something on and automatically look drop dead gorgeous? When I was brave enough to look at his face, I got distracted by his perfection, his perfectly chiseled jaw, his prominent cheekbones, and his sensual lips that at the moment were curled into a tender smile. I smiled and let out a weak laugh.
"Wow," I whispered as I let my eyes travel shyly over Damon's appearance again. "You look…amazing," I said shaking my head in astonishment. Amazing didn't even begin to do him justice, but it was the only adjective my shocked and befuddled brain could come up with on such short notice.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Damon chuckled opening the door wider and smiling. "Come on in, the limo will be here in an hour so we have a bit of time to relax."
"Limo?" I asked weakly as Damon gently grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. Damon's hand wrapped lightly around my fingers was solid, warm, and comforting; his hand in mine felt perfect. When the door closed behind us and I turned to look at Damon skeptically. "Don't you think a limo is a bit much? I don't deserve a limo, they are expensive and-"
"Elena," Damon said cutting me off and turning to face me, "you deserve everything the world has to offer. So that includes expensive and over the top gifts," he said with a smirk. "Right?" He asked raising an eyebrow in my direction and waiting for my answer.
"Right," I giggled. Damon always had the power to talk me into things and make me feel special. It was a wondrous feeling to be cherish and feel like a queen, and it was one of the reasons that made Damon so loveable. But if he knew that he could manipulate me with just a smirk or a teasing comment, he would be even more dangerous. Just the thought of what he could get me to do with that knowledge was scary.
Damon nodded and smirked. "Good. Now let me go clean up the kitchen and by the time I'm done the Limo should be arriving shortly after."
"Lead the way Mr. Salvatore," I teased as I waved my hand out in front of me with a small smirk. Damon rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me through the entryway and towards the parlor so we could get to the kitchen. This house was huge to say the least, and I still sometimes would get a bit turned around if I wasn't paying attention. The kitchen was one of those rooms that I didn't go to as much as the others, so I still wanted someone to lead the way so I knew for sure that I wouldn't get lost and find myself stuck. I still remember one of the first times I got lost in the house, I was somewhere on the second level at three in the morning after Stefan had gone to bed and was looking around when I realized I didn't know where I was. I had gone through about five doors that led to a completely new set of doors, and when I tried to retrace my steps, I realized I was just getting myself lost. About an hour later Damon had popped up and laughed hysterically at me for my incompetence and lack of natural snooping ability, but he was nice enough to walk me back to the staircase so I could go back to Stefan…how things can change. Consequently, I am pretty sure I have only seen about a third of the house if I was being generous with my numbers, there was a whole third level that I had never been on before because Stefan had said it was boring and dangerous. Dangerous from what, I had no idea.
We walked through a few more antique and sunlit rooms before Damon tugged me into the kitchen behind him. Everything in the kitchen was state of the art and modern, of course, but it had a nice European or Italian feeling. The floors were covered in expensive golden-cream colored Italian tile and the cabinets were dark brown mahogany of the highest quality. Above the sink there were wide scenic windows that looked out across the large yard and into the forest beyond. In the middle of the kitchen there was an island made out of the same wood as the cabinets and a similar tile to the floor. Above the island was an iron pot and pan holder, and wrapping around the support beams that were attached the ceiling were legitimate vines of some kind. In the corner next to another door, there was a wall full of slots specifically for fine wines. The lighting in the kitchen was low so it gave the room a more natural and warm earth-like feel to it. This kitchen had everything and I just needed a second to soak it all in.
"I swear," I breathed looking from the lighted mahogany cabinets with glass fronts to the small rock fountain near the French doors, "I've been in hear maybe three or four times, but each time it takes my breath away." I shook my head and smiled at Damon, in response he just shrugged.
"We had the place modernized a few years back." Damon said thoughtfully as he took in my impressed expression. "Stefan and I both wanted at least one room with a bit of our heritage, so the kitchen got a make-over." Damon chuckled messing with his hair slightly. "You have no idea how hard it was to compromise on this design, Stefan and I have very different tastes so you can probably understand why even I am surprised it turned out as well as it did." Damon said getting a slightly far off look in his eyes before quickly shaking it away and smirking in my direction. "I'm glad you approve." He teased lightly as he let go of my hand, to my disappointment, and started straightening up a few containers, utensils, glasses, and food items that were currently spread out over every surface of the counter space.
Damon's sudden cleaning spree was supposed to be a distraction about his thoughtful and worried expression, but I wasn't going to let it slide. I pursed my lips and gave Damon one of my familiar probing looks while he cocked his head in question, but for once, he made no move to comment. His momentary distraction was enough to set off alarms, what if Stefan was causing massive terror somewhere? I couldn't focus on the importance of this night if I didn't know all was well. "So before we even start the night, can I ask if there is any bad news?" I asked as I leaned lightly against the kitchen counter, I really didn't want to mess up my outfit, so I was being extra careful. Damon automatically knew I was talking about Stefan, be he also knew I didn't really care about Stefan anymore, I only asked because I wanted to know where Klaus was and how many innocent lives Stefan had taken. Stefan's jealousy and harshness towards me the night he left had done nothing positive to my feelings of him. Everything that had come out of his mouth had been below the belt cheap shots at my self-esteem. I never in my life would have thought Stefan of all people would lose it in the face of confrontation.
"If you mean any news about my crazy, over the edge, blood-lusting little brother…no, there is no news." Damon smirked lazily.
"Well good," I said nodding, "that means that we may just get through the night without some sort of unwanted supernatural disturbance."
"Well it's good to see you are in a good mood right now. I was afraid you would storm in and start yelling at me for something I did to you or a loved one a year ago." Damon joked patting me on the head. I snorted and smacked his hand away but smiled at his joke, he would expect me to overreact about something that happened over a year ago after the way I had been treating him before Stefan left.
"Yeah, well, I don't feel like being mean to you today." I said with a cute smile as I sat down on a chair at the island and watched him straighten up. I was feeling great just being in the same room as him and I had only been here ten minutes, I was sad to say that Damon had complete control of my emotions and feelings and he didn't even know it. I watched Damon lean against the sink opposite the kitchen island and cross his arms. That action made the muscles in his arms clench and become more prominent than usual. So sexy.
"Well that's always a good sign for a first date." He said smiling as he messed with his midnight hair so it was out of his face. I silently chewed on my bottom lip and Damon silently stared at me. Silence was an ongoing occurrence between the two of us sometimes, but the silence was never awkward, it was always comfortable and relaxed. It was weird because the two of us didn't need words to talk with each other, a simple gesture or look was all it took. I swallowed and looked around the kitchen for any hint of what we would be doing later, but I found nothing that would give anything away. When I looked back, Damon was still looking at me with one of his intense stares, and before I knew it, my curiosity got the better of me.
"What?" I asked feeling self-conscious under his intense stare. Did I have something on my face? Oh, that would be so embarrassing. I quickly turned to the side and brushed hurriedly at my face trying to get rid of whatever it was he was staring at on my face.
"Elena, you're beautiful." He said smoothly as he walked over to where I was sitting and I felt his fingertips graze my cheek. I felt my pulse spike as he lightly turned my face toward his and trailed a finger down my cheek all the way to my collarbone before pulling away. I blank rapidly before sucking in a deep breath and staring at him. No matter what he did, even if he wasn't trying, he could make me react in ways I did not think were possible. Why was it that whenever he was near me, everyone else around just seemed like a shadow? Or that whenever he was around it was a bit harder to breathe, a bit harder to keep my hands to myself? A lot harder to keep the words 'I love you' from slipping through my lips. "You look absolutely breathtaking tonight."
"Th-thank you." I stuttered getting lost in his magical and never-ending eyes. I felt my lips part slightly as Damon's gaze got a few shades darker and he boldly rested his hand on my hip. "Damon…" I whispered as his hand traveled along my side and all the way to my back. Once his hand was on my back his fingers brushed along the exposed skin that covered my spine making goose bumps erupt all over my body. I let out a slow breath and gently reached my hand up to caress Damon's cheek, letting him know I was all right with what was going on. I don't know who leaned forward first, but suddenly both of us were leaning towards each other. Just a few more centimeters and our lips would touch, just a few more centimeters and there would be no more feelings hidden under the surface, just a few more centimeters, and I would feel complete again.
"Shit!" Thump. Crash!
The voice that pierced the room and interrupted the moment sounded like thunder to my highly sensitive ears. My eyes snapped open and I felt myself rear back as Damon froze and whipped his head to the window. I felt myself slipping back, but before I could even begin to fall, Damon had a secure hold around my waist. I clung to him for a second before I slowly turned to look at the window. What the heck? Who in the world is out there spying on us?
And there is chapter 10! Who is outside spying on Damon and Elena? Find out next chapter! The next chapter should be up soon considering I only have a few more paragraphs left to write, so do not fear! So, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and will please leave me a review telling me how I did. Thank you! -Lioness002