Chapter Twenty Eight – Girl With A Wicked Mind
Life carried on as normal – the new, improved version of the new normal. School, homework, Damon. I got a job at the local store where I spent three afternoons a week and all of Saturday being the cute, curly-haired checkout girl. I changed my hair again – this time I dyed it a dark, purply-red colour, with some darker highlights. I went to more parties and got smashed at every single one of them. I was a fun drunk, and always the one who could walk in the straightest line. Me and Jer became really close, as I helped him with his girl troubles. He really liked Anna, and I had to constantly give him advice on how to act round her. Most of that advice was 'just piss off and be yourself, I'm at a party', but whatever. I went out with Damon as much as I could, even if it was just for a walk around the woods by his house. He had been complaining that he couldn't take me out on all day trips because of my job, so I traded off my shift on Saturday for one on Sunday, and got ready for a whole day of Damon.
We were going to the beach for the day, then I was staying round his overnight. I had cleared it with Jenna, and after the embarrassing 'talk' about sleeping with guys (which, incidentally, my mom had given to me when I got my first period as in, when I was eleven), I was ready to go. Overnight bag packed, suncream and shades at the ready. When the doorbell rang, I jumped up to answer it. To my surprise, both Damon and Stefan were at the door.
"Hey Damon! And hey Stefan?" I looked quizzically at Stefan – he wasn't going to the beach with us, was he? Just then I heard Elena bouncing down the stairs and turned round. Thank god, she wasn't in a bikini.
"I'm ready!" Elena put her hand in Stefan's and they ran off together. I looked at Damon, all 'WTH?'. He laughed and pulled me into his arms. Almost straight away, he pushed me back, and held me at arms length. I had been about to get grumpy at him, but then I saw his eyes roaming over my body and I understood. I was only wearing shorts (the kind you can go swimming in) and a bikini top, with a shirt open over the top. Damon's eyes were practically on stalks.
"You look…delicious." Damon purred. I blushed. "I like this look. You should walk around in a bikini more often." I giggled.
"Take me to a beach more often then."
"Get more days off work then."
"Do my job for me then."
"Do…ahh okay, you win." He drew my into his arms, and I (figuratively) shivered as his arms twisted round my bare stomach. "Shall we go then?" I grabbed my bags (the one for the beach and the one for his house) and followed him to his car – the blue GTO for once.
We shot along the motorway with the roof down, the wind blowing our hair about. I plugged in my MP3 player, and selected 'Random Album'. American Idiot blasted out of the speakers and we both sang along, regardless of the (frequent) swearing. It got to one of my favourite songs on the CD and we had our own little mini rave.
"My name is Saint Jimmy, I'm the son of a gun, I'm the one that's from the way outside now. A teenage assassin out for killing some fun, in the cult of the life of crime, now. I really hate to say it but I told you so, so shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy! Welcome to the club and gimme some blood, I'm the resident leader of lost and found!" We carried on belting it out as we pulled into the little car park by the beach. Damon killed the engine and I turned off the music.
"That was fun." I grinned at Damon.
The beach we went to wasn't one of the really touristy ones. It was really secluded and quiet, so we got a really good spot. Damon nabbed one of the large umbrella's and shoved it into the warm, golden sand. He spread out our towels and gestured down to one.
"My lady." He bowed, holding out his hand towards the towel. I giggled and lay down on it. I pulled off my shirt and Damon did the same. He already had on his swim shorts. Thank god they weren't budgie smugglers! As much as I adore him, I really didn't want to think about him in them. I started putting suncream on my legs and arms, but before I could do my chest Damon pulled the bottle out of my hands.
"Allow me." I lay back and relaxed as he ran his hand over my belly, rubbing in the factor 20. I blushed slightly as he did the area above my blue halter neck bikini, but he didn't do any sudden moves. "Turn." I flipped over onto my belly and he rubbed the lotion on my back as well. I put my shades on and put my head on my hands.
"Do you need me to put some cream on you?" I asked Damon. He grinned and tapped his ring.
"I'm protected from the sun thanks." I closed my eyes and felt the sun's rays beating down on my back. I felt the sand under my toes and wiggled them. After a while I lay back on my back and let the sun shine down on my face. It was really comfy. I opened one eye and peeked at Damon. He was reading a book, but I hadn't heard any pages turn. I looked at him and realised that he was staring at my body. I flicked some sand up at him.
"Cheeky!"
"You don't mind it though, do ya?" He wiggled his eyebrows and I chucked more sand at him. I took the opportunity to have my own little shufty at his body. Hawwwwtttt! I flopped back down and concentrated on thinking about nothing at all. I suppose I must have fallen asleep, but the next thing I knew I was being dumped in the tide, the salt water splashing up in my face. I flailed around and glared up at Damon, who was standing ankle deep in the water, arms crossed, looking very pleased with himself. I stood up and kicked water in his face. He wiped his eyes and looked at me menacingly.
"Right, now you've done it." He started chasing after me, kicking water as he went. I screamed and ran away, battling through the resistance of the tide. When I was waist deep, Damon caught up with me and grabbed me round the waist. He picked me up and spun me around and I screamed again. He kissed me gently, holding me in his arms, his lips tasting like salt. He dumped me back in the water, and I swam off. Before I knew it, I was out of my depth. I turned and trod water, looking for Damon. Strange. I swore he had been right next to me.
"Boo." I squealed and turned around. Damon was behind me, still able to stand up in the water, although the sea was up to his chin. He grabbed my elbows and supported me as he kissed me again. I wrapped myself around him as he pulled me through the water. We got a few strange looks – I suppose that the physical age gap between us was pretty obvious. He looked about 23/24. I looked about 16. 'If only they knew that he was born in 18something' I thought to myself.
~ ?'s POV ~
I watched as he pulled her through the water, laughing. His arms were wrapped around her, and every few minutes he would stop and kiss her. She seemed so young, so carefree, yet she was with him? She had her whole life ahead of her, and she chose him? She was human, and yet she chose him? I saw him pull her underwater, and my powerful eyes could see him kiss her again under the water. They surfaced, dripping wet and grinning like idiots. If only they knew who was watching. They wouldn't be so carefree then.
I watched as they lay down next to each other on their towels. The girl started to comb through her hair with her fingers, before giving up and lying back next to him. He held his hand out and she wound her fingers through his. They lay back, practically a mirror image of each other. He sat up again, and started to rub cream onto her stomach and chest. She smiled at him, not uncomfortable in the least as he caressed her neck and her chest. I could hear them from my hiding place. They were laughing about nothing, talking about everything. I watched as she leaned over and kissed him again, long and passionate. She pulled away and muttered something. They laughed again. I turned away. If only they knew who was watching. They wouldn't be laughing then.
I watched as they both stood up and he picked up their things. She ran her fingers along his bare back and said something. He turned around and kissed her head, before taking her hand and leading her along the sand to the car park. He looked behind him once, but he didn't see me. They put their stuff into bags and put them in the boot of the car. He held her door open for her and she elbowed him as she got in. He closed her door and opened him in the same instant, a movement too fast for a human and too fast for a human to see. She didn't seemed fazed by it, and responded with another joke. He leaned over the gearshift and kissed her yet again, his hand behind her neck, resting on a fading bruise, a fading bite-mark. I heard her put on some music; loud, pounding music with a lots of bass and drums. I heard them sing along, their voices in harmony as he put the car in gear. I watched them drive right under my hiding place, their hair blowing behind them, speeding towards the main road. If only they knew. They wouldn't be singing then
Damon Salvatore and his little girl would find trouble. Or more accurately, trouble would find them.
I was coming.
Duh, duh, duuuuuuhhhhhh! Cliffy!Please tell me what you think – was it a good idea to put in that mystery person's POV or not? Can you guess who it was? I'm not telling!
Song credits…
Green Day – St. Jimmy – American Idiot
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