To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC

Chapter 21- Why couldn't I stay away?

Summary: I knew he was going to kill me, This was Damon Salvatore, this could never end well and yet I couldn't stay away, the truth is, I didn't want to. Damon/OC

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A/N: I am a Twilight fan! Just thought I'd tell you that I'm not slagging it off before you read on.

Damon's P.O.V

She'd called me Edward Cullen tonight and now I was starting to act like the guy, lurking in the corner of her bedroom watching her sleep. Heck, it was one step up from when I'd watched her as the bird, I was sick it was official. Or unhealthily obsessed. Or about to jump her and rip her throat open. Either way, the outcome didn't look too bright.

I vaguely remembered a long ago conversation with Caroline, after I'd picked up one of the books from her collection, I hadn't understood the big deal with that Bella chick, she had described herself as plain, why do people bother if they're plain? I hadn't understood Edwards restraint, couldn't see why he didn't just jump her in the science room, make a meal out of the whole class, get the whole family involved if need be. Then head off to some other town. Not to mention the fact that they had glittered, what sort of vampires glittered. Not real ones that's for certain, most of us burned up, unless we were in possession of rings or other things that prevented it.

Anyway, slightly off subject, for some reason all of these stupid romance books about my kind angered me. Once my mind was off of those ridiculous stories I could focus solely on her again, she looked peaceful in her sleep, like nothing could bother her, no indication of the things that had happened before. There was no worry in her face and obviously since I couldn't see her eyes I couldn't see the immediate difference, the underlying fear that wasn't there before she'd learned of our existence.

I was still reeling from tonight, It had been easy enough to sneak past Elena, the witch and the other one and follow her outside but I didn't think she would have known, I thought she was leaving because she was upset and hurt, not because she wanted me to follow her. Kaye, as I had learned, was somebody who wore her heart on her sleeve and it was understandable that she felt so betrayed by my actions. She was a smart girl but it seemed that she lacked in common sense, she seemed very reckless, but not too spontaneous which was why I almost jumped when she called back to me, where I followed at a safe distance, " I wasn't sure if you would follow me."

I'd been momentarily caught of guard but once I regained my composure I said, "I did." No shit Damon.

I could feel her discomfort as she drew out the word, "Yeah." Could almost feel her indecision, she didn't know whether to run or stay where she was, I could see her in the darkness, I knew she couldn't see me but of course superior eyesight served me well. I went to speak, managed to say her name, but instead she cut me off and told me that she should hate me. The words were expected, maybe not as bluntly as she'd said them, but I had expected them nonetheless. I didn't even consider a reply, she was probably expecting one.

She stood there, lecturing, explaining things, lowering her voice when a couple passed by, I deliberately ignored the curious looks they sent our way. I felt the heavy growth of what Elena had reiterated, was guilt as she talked about the pain I had caused her, and the fear. I stiffened angrily when she mentioned Katharine, I should have known it was coming, it was obvious that one of the Scooby gang would explain everything. She was coming towards me and I'd let the anger dissipate from my face, staying neutral, if I was good at anything it was keeping expressions and emotions off of my face. "I pity you." she finished, and I couldn't help the frown on my face, raising an eyebrow as she continued to tell me how Katharine had toyed with me, "I just want to know one thing" she asked.

"What?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

"Why me?" she asked twice before I answered.

I don't know where my reply came from, I hadn't necessarily meant to be so mean, so dismissive, but I could barely admit to myself that there might be another reason I had chosen her, let alone say it out loud.

She clenched her jaw and it seemed she had a knack of surprising me lately because she slapped me, hard, full on, my cheek stung and I couldn't help the look of surprise on my own face, mirroring her own, guess she had surprised herself too. I wasn't sure how to react, my initial reaction would have been to attack, had I been anybody else, but her own movements as she stammered a fearful apology was almost comical. And before even I knew what I was doing I was laughing, I hadn't laughed so hard in a long, long time, not in a hundred years it seemed.

"Are you laughing? Why are you laughing?" she asked quietly.

Still choking on laughter slightly I moved towards her and ran a hand down her blonde hair, I heard her breath hitch, heck it would have been obvious to a human with normal hearing.

"You're feisty. I knew there was a reason I kept you alive." I said honestly, unable to keep the smile off of my face.

I backed her against the wall slowly, I could hear her heart pounding, as she squeaked something about Stefan and her blood tasting good. I flattened my hands against the wall above her head and said, "Hmmm it does. And it smells." I breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of her and murmured, "delicious."

She didn't move as she said, okay, her voice was lilting and fearful at the same time as I lowered my face to her neck, feeling her tense beneath me, I grinned slightly, still drinking in the scent of her, hoping it could last and I would remember it for a long time to come.

"Are you scared?" I asked, feeling her shiver under my lips.

"Yes." Well, that was an honest response I guess.

"Good." her chest was heaving, ragged, cute little breaths, "So why aren't you trying to run?" I sniffed deeply, from ear to shoulder, greedily taking her in, waiting for her reply.

"Because I trust you." I frowned against her skin, then laughed bitterly, how ridiculous was she to have said that. Stupid, naïve little girl!

Instead of shouting I mumbled, "You shouldn't" then I kissed her neck gently and pulled away. She mumbled something about Edward Cullen, and I mumbled back how I was much cooler and infinitely better looking. Before saying much louder that she was stupid.

"Maybe your not completely stupid" I grinned after she admitted she was still pissed at me.

"So what now?" she asked as I turned away, and I told her that now we stayed apart and I tried my best not to kill her, the latter would be a struggle that was for sure.

"What?" She asked, quietly, betrayal and sadness evident in her voice.

"You heard." I said as I began to walk off, hoping she would stay where she was and not be stupid enough to follow me, this whole thing was starting to give me a headache.

She ran after me, of course, shouting something about me messing with her, I ground my teeth together, starting to get angry, didn't she understand? I shot around, arms grasping her shoulders, slamming her against the wall, deliberately ignoring her pained expression as I raged, "Do you know what its like? Those vampires got out of the tomb and they don't give a damn for human life, I haven't been able to hunt a human in a long time, just to get the council of mine and Stefans trail. Trust me, animals do not sustain us very well. I'm hungry and cranky and your blood tastes damn good, better than most, so don't push me!" I let her go, letting her lapse against the wall and mumbled, "I cant even remember the last time I ate properly."

I heard her apologising and telling me that she knew it was stupid but she cared anyway, except all of that meant nothing as soon as I smelled the blood, saw the cut, "What are you doing?" I choked, trying to step back, unable to move, transfixed by the sight, the smell.

"Proving something."

I frowned, "What could you possibly prove by doing this?" I asked, groaning as she raised her wrist towards me, listing off the things she was trying to prove, something about me not killing her, not being scared of me, I wasn't really listening, too transfixed by her blood, her amazing blood.

I grabbed her arm, roughly, and felt myself change, the sweet release that came with the change, my fangs. I barely registered that I was pleased that she didn't react badly, infect there was no reaction at all. I bit her, trying so hard to do it gently, though it probably wasn't as gentle as it could have been, her eyes widened as I pierced her skin but she didn't struggle, and I drank deeply sucking the blood from the wound, savouring every taste, every swallow, seemingly tasting better when it was consensual.

"Damon, Damon, you're hurting me, Ah, Ow Damon!" I could hear her, feel her pulling back, but I felt myself being carried away, the tide of emotions, taste, everything was overwhelming, and I knew she would die if I didn't stop. I tensed and pulled away, groaning.

"See." she whispered, holding her wrist, there was nothing smug about her voice, nothing condescending, just honesty and truth, she didn't look at me in fear or pain or betrayal, just her, no judgement or hatred, something I wasn't used to.

"Why did you do that?" I whispered, feeling wrong in some way, no longer guilty, but feeling like I should.

"I don't know, but I'm still here" she replied, so naively and gentle.

I glanced at her and decided that I should get her home, voicing my idea. We walked pretty much in silence, a few feet from each other, I could still smell her blood. I wanted to do so many things, drink from her again, drink her dry. I wanted to pull her close with me and just be there, something I hadn't wanted to do since, well the last time I saw, Katharine. I wanted to kiss her, touch her. I stopped abruptly and made excuses to leave, to get away, she looked disappointed and I was fighting an internal battle with myself to do all of those things, I dropped my hands onto her shoulders and pulled her to me, ignoring the blood rushing through my head at the closeness of her still bleeding wrist and kiss the top of her head, whispering, "Thank you." I don't know if she heard and I didn't wait around to find out, instead I ran.

I waited around for a while. Then I found myself outside her window, the climbing through the kitchen window that they always left slightly ajar, then I was in her room, lurking, Edward Cullen style in the corner, watching as she slept, breathing evenly, gently.

I made my way to her bed slowly, fingering strands of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, she stirred slightly.

What was it about her that had me here now? Why was I so confused? I hadn't felt this way in a long time, not since Katharine. By no means was I in love with her, of course not, even I knew you had to truly know someone before that. By no means was I even falling for her, sure she was beautiful, kind, the exact opposite of how Katharine had been. She was just a human. Just Kaye. So why couldn't I stay away?

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