Promise Me This~Damon Salvatore~Ch. 21

~I'm Sitting All Alone, Feeling Empty~

Abby giggled as Damon's lips pressed sweetly to her neck, his hands unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing. "What if Elena and Stefan come down?" She breathed not feeling as concerned as she should. She was sure his hand cupping her breast had to have something to do with that.

He had her sitting on the counter in the kitchen while he stood between her legs, kissing and sucking on her excited skin. His hand slid down into the front of her jeans now, making her gasp as he came into contact with her womanhood through her panties.

"Then I guess we'll be showing them how to make breakfast the right way…" He replied, making her giggle as he licked the syrup off her cheek tentatively. "Pancakes were a very good idea."

Abby rolled her eyes playfully at that. "We didn't even make the pancakes. All you had was syrup…" She reminded him, still not sure how they had ended up licking said syrup off of each other now.

Damon chuckled softly, his mouth once again coming down to suckle her neck.

She moaned as he began to nibble the skin above her pulse with blunt teeth. "You can do it, ya know…" She told him, letting her head fall back and her eyes close as his hand slid out of her jeans and around to grab her ass.

"Do what? Take you on the counter here?" He wondered, a mischievous smirk playing at his lips. "Because I was already planning to do that anyways."

"No. Well, yes but..." She started to explain but her words broke off into a moan as he began nibbling her collar bone. "Bite me, Damon." She moaned.

Damon pulled back at that, looking at her completely shocked. "What?"

"Don't you want to?" She asked, trying to hide the flash of hurt behind her eyes. 'So maybe it was just a dream then…' She thought sadly.

"Why? Because I'm a vampire?"

"No, because I saw your dream last night!" She confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to say those words out loud.

"You were in my head last night?" He asked, scrunching his brow. "How is that possible? I couldn't get into yours this morning…"

Abby bit her lip. "I'm sorry, D. Meredith told me how to block myself off yesterday. I was just practicing it this morning."

"So what? You're allowed to get into my head anytime you want but I can't see into yours without permission? Is that it?"

"No, Damon! It's not like that! I-"

"Save it!" he said, holding up his hand to silence her. He didn't want to hear anything else. He couldn't take it.

Today was a day he wanted nothing more than to forget…and it was just barely started!

Shaking his head, Damon turned on his heels and used his vampire speed to disappear from her sight and out to his car.

He still had some clothes in his trunk so he quickly grabbed a plain white t-shirt and pulled it over his head before starting his car and taking off. He needed to drive, to think. He needed to blow off some steam.

x-X-x

Abby stayed where she was on the counter, staring at the spot Damon had been. She couldn't believe he had just left like that without even letting her explain herself!

Were her actions really that bad?

Okay…Blocking Damon out wasn't exactly the right thing to do…But it's not like she was planning on doing it forever!

She was just trying to protect him from himself!

If Damon knew where she was going she knew he would come after her sooner than he could. He would get restless or worried…or bored. Or all three. And he would show up and things would end badly.

She wanted to talk to him…To explain herself. But the only way to do that now would be to get into his mind and she knew that was off limits at the moment. It would only piss him off more.

With a sigh, She did the only other thing she could think of to smooth things over at the moment. She pulled down the walls around her mind to let Damon in.

Something told her that it could very well end badly. That he would find out where she was going now and come after her…but she had to do it and deal with the consequences later. She'd have to find a way to fix everything. She couldn't stand to lose Damon now. Not after everything they'd been through.

Her body ached for him. The distance between them made her skin crawl. She hated being away from him before, but with the bond stronger, it was making it worse.

She stayed on the counter, staring at the floor, wishing Damon would come back…or contact her in some way. She just needed to know that he was okay…That they would be okay.

"Abby?" Elena's concerned voice cut through her thoughts.

She looked over to see her cousin standing in the doorway….with Stefan.

Abby quickly pulled her shirt closed around her chest, embarrassed that Stefan had seen that much of her. Thank the Gods she put a bra on that morning! Sliding off the counter, Abby didn't bother buttoning her jeans. She just hoped they wouldn't notice.

"I'm sorry…" She apologized as she quickly made her way past them and headed back to Damon's room.

x-X-x

Elena knocked on Damon's door a few moments later. "Abby!" She called. When there was no answer she checked the handle.

It was open.

"Abby, I'm coming in!" She called again as she pushed the door open and went inside.

Elena's curious eyes scanned the room looking for her cousin but soon became distracted by the contents of Damon's room. She walked towards the bed and picked up the book on the stand. 'Gone with the Wind'. Elena's eyes would have rolled at that if she hadn't been frightened by the small scream from behind her. She gasped, dropping the book and turning to see her cousin standing behind her in a simple black bra and her jeans from earlier.

"Jesus Elena!" Abby yelled, picking a shirt up off the floor and throwing it at her. "You scared the shit out of me!"

Elena smiled, biting back a chuckle. "Sorry, Abby. I was just coming up to check on you."

"There is such a thing as knocking." Abby informed her as she picked her bag up off the floor at the end of the bed and began shuffling through it.

"I did knock. And I called for you. Twice."

"Oh. I was in the bathroom." Abby replied.

Elena nodded. "So what was going on this morning?" she asked, getting right into it. "Did something happen?"

Abby shook her head 'no'. "It's nothing, Elena. Don't worry about it."

"Damon didn't hurt you did he?" Elena asked sheepishly. She knew the reaction she would get from the question…but it was Damon, so it was always an option.

Abby rolled her eyes. "No Elena. The big bad Damon didn't hurt me." Abby sighed, her voice softening. "I hurt him."

"You hurt him?"

Abby gave herself a small shake, pulling herself from her funk as she said, "I don't want to talk about it." She pulled on a plain black, fitted v-neck t-shirt from her bag before continuing, "But I do need a favor."

"Sure. Anything."

"I need you to give me a ride to the bus station tonight."

"The bus station?"

Abby nodded. "I have some Family stuff I have to take care of."

Elena nodded. "Are you sure you want me to take you though? Wouldn't you rather Damon did it so you guys could be all mushy and say goodbye and whatever?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she gave her cousin an eyebrow wiggle.

Abby forced up a smile, appreciating Elena's effort. "I would like that a lot. But he won't be back tonight."

"You never know Abby. He could surprise you."

Abby nodded. "That would be nice."

x-X-x

Damon closed his eyes as he downed the rest of his glass of scotch. It wasn't as smooth as his collection at home, but it would do for now. He just needed to clear his head, force it to go blank for a while.

If he could just get that nagging pain in his chest to stop aching for Abby…

He wasn't ready to work out his issues with her just yet. He couldn't forgive her for keeping him at a distance when he was so willing to let her in.

Wasn't sex supposed to bring couples closer together?

Rolling his eyes, Damon motioned for the bartender.

"Damon, what are you still doing here?" Ryan asked, studying him with a lifted eyebrow. "Doesn't Abby's bus leave in like…" He looked down at his watch. "30 minutes." He looked back up at Damon. "You should be at the bus station saying goodbye and being all mushy or whatever. Not sitting here sulking. Save that for after she's gone."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Just give me another glass and shut up." Damon growled.

Ryan rolled his eyes, but did as Damon instructed and pour him another glass. "You better watch it man. Girls like Abby don't come around every day. And if you keep screwing it up, one day she isn't going to take you back."

Damon rolled his eyes again. "Did you ever think that maybe Abby is the one that fucked up and not me?"

Ryan sighed, shaking his head. "Damon…Even if it was Abby who screwed up first, you're the one screwing it up now by getting drunk instead of seeing her off." He told him, before turning on his heels and making his way to the other end of the bar to help his other customers.

Damon sighed, lifting his glass to his lips and once again finishing it off.

He needed another drink.

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