You couldn't feel anything. Staring down at Ryan's limp body him only growing colder as more time passed. You couldn't break your gaze from him watching the bold congeal around his head. The tears had stopped and you weren't sure how much time had passed when you pushed yourself to to the small corner next to his body. The smell of his decaying flesh filled your nose which only made you feel more awful. Between that and the alcohol it was a surprise that you hadn't thrown up yet. Yes he was hurting a poor girl who fell pray to a seniors desires. But that didn't mean he deserved to die. You rocked yourself slowly trying to remind yourself to breath. But every muscle in your body ached. Yet as bad as you felt you almost felt free. You felt more alive than you had in so long. But then the sound of his head hitting against the rough stone walls broke those thoughts into a thousand pieces. You could see people moving around you in your peripheral vision but you couldn't make out faces just blurry figures. And you couldn't hear them. You couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything.
Flashback...
"Mr. Salvatore our parents will have both of our heads," you squealed as Damon tugged you through the forest to your favorite spot. His hands locked right in yours even if you tried to escape it would only break your hand in his grip.
"I care not of them Ms. Lockwood I only want to be here with you," even in the moonlight you knew he could see you blushing. This was your favorite spot, one you had never shared with anyone till him. He was special.
"Tell me why you're so sweet to me yet so unkind to everyone else?" You scrunched your brows and squinted at him placing a hand on your hip.
"Because you're the only one I care about. I don't think anyone but you deserves to see that side of me," he grinned taking slow strides to close the space between you too. The close he got the hotter your skin felt. Like a fire in your belly. "Dance with me," he insisted taking your hands in his. "There is no music," you chuckled looking down embarrassed until he placed one finger under your chin lifting your head so you were looking at him.
"Silly girl you have no idea the power you hold over me," he placed your heart on his chest and you could feel his heart beating at a million miles a minute. "Be mine forever?" He whispered pressing his forehead against yours pushing you up against a tree. The butterflies in your stomach threatening to make you throw up at any moment.
"Damon you know both of our parents have arranged us to be married," you felt the sadness all over your body as you drew away from him. Al your nerves were wired. Completely on high alert.
"So we run away," he suggested pulling you back. "And leave our families behind? You know my father would hunt me down," you wanted this so badly for so long you pushed away your feelings for him. "I don't care Kaylee. I will go anywhere spend our whole life running if it means I get to be with you," he pulled you back wrapping his arms around your waist holding you in place.
"D.. Damon," your breath was shaky which only made him smirk more.
"K you can't fight this any longer. I can't fight this any longer. I want you," you saw a crazy look in his ice blue eyes you had never seen before. It scared you but excited you in so many ways.
He tilted his head leaning down to you pressing his lips against yours. The fireworks you felt sent shivers up and down your body. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever but it didn't matter as long as you were here with him. You lost your fingers in his hair pulling roughly on his black locks. And your tongues fought for dominance in your kiss but you eventually folded letting him do whatever he wanted to you at this point. He walked your backwards pushing you into a tree his hands finding their way under your dress as he tugging and scratched on your thighs.
"Kaylee!" You froze hearing your fathers voice and turned seeing him and your brother standing just at the edge of the tree line with a lantern. "Mr. Salvatore step away from my daughter," he said lowly cocking his rifle and aiming it at him.
"Damon go," you instructed pushing him away from you. He looked back to your father and brother only able to see the faint glow of their face from the lantern. He kissed you quickly before disappearing back into the forest, ballsy move.
The sparks quickly disappeared as you walked towards your family and they just turned and started walking back to your house.
"Go inside," was all your father said to your brother as he laid the rifle on the back decks railing. Your brother turned to you giving you a sympathetic smile "I tired to keep him away," he mouthed you just nodded and he awkwardly walked inside. It was nice knowing at least your brother was rooting for you.
"Father please," you whispered you had always been close with your father even with the arranged marriage. But the silence between you guys was deafening.
"Do you have any idea what this will cost me if the Gilbert's find out? You're arranged to be married Kaylee! You might have just ruined our chances of uniting the two families once again," he yelled turning back to you slamming his hands down on the old wood. You could have sworn you saw it crumble against his fists.
"Father please. I love him. I don't love Jacob if you care about me even slightly you would let me be with him," his eyes were ablaze with anger. "How dare you ask me that," his arm swung around his hand colliding with your face the slap stinging making both of your eyes water.
"You will be leaving going to see our family friends in England until the marriage date. You will leave as soon as I hear back from the letter I will send out tomorrow," he instructed disappearing back into the house slamming the door behind him.
You smoothed your dress under your bum as you sat down on the porch steps your hand holding the place where his hand made contact with your face. You couldn't contain your sobs as you laid your head on your tears and just let the tears fall till you couldn't cry anymore.
End of flashback...
Oh god. It was starting they said you were gonna remember everything. Everything that happened to you. Every memory you had. Every feeling you felt. You gasped. It scared you. Even the rocking wasn't helping. Your legs were soaked with tears. It almost felt like you had just gone swimming.
Flashback...
"Damon," you giggled as he pulled you up the stairs your legs barely able to take you as fast as he was pulling you.
"I can't help it," he finally said as he slammed his body against the yours pushing you back against the door. The cool oak sent shivers down your spine.
"You just look so gorgeous," he whispered against your skin as he attacked and bit at your neck. Leaving small hickies everywhere he went. "Damon you cant people will see you and the marks," you giggled squirming against him but he just held your arms above your head continuing to kiss everywhere he possible could. "Damon," you moaned your chest tight and you felt you couldn't even breath but you didn't care. It was no use fighting him. You couldn't help yourself but to give in. Every time. And he released your wrists wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifted you up so you wrapped your legs around his hips and he took you further into his room and laid you on the bed before devouring your body as he laid his against it. Continuing what he was doing until he finally faced you and kissed your lips but this kiss was gentle. Like he was scared he was going to break you. He broke away only long enough to unbutton the white button up he was wearing discarding it to the floor. You felt your panties grow damp seeing his tight muscles as he took your hands and pressed them into his chest. You ran your hands down his chest his moans sending shivers down your spine as you dug your nails into his skin. "Damon please," you groaned bucking your hips against you he pulled your arms so you were sitting up and pulled down the zipper to your dress. "Mmm," he hummed as he helped removed your dress from your body. You could feel yourself start to sweat as he laid his body on top of yours again. "You think you can just tease me hanging with all those other boys? The Gilbert boy?" He hummed in your ear nipping your earlobe he moved his hand in between your thighs tracing down them lightly. His hand running up and down your underwear and you felt your knees go weak. His hand traced along the hem of your underwear movement across your stomach up between your boobs before wrapping around your throat.
"Now what to do with you," he mumbled into your skin. He moved to the end of the bed pulling you up and moving your body around so your back was against his chest and he pushed your upper body down back on to the bed. Tugging down your underwear to your ankles before you felt his hand slam down on your ass making you jolt forward and moan at the stinging pain surging through your body. You felt him kneel down behind you as you swung your hips in his face. "You're glistening little girl and I haven't even touched you yet," his force was low against your skin. Another smack made you gasp jolting forward again, "ah ah, stop moving." He landed another smack on the other side and you clenched your fists trying so hard not to move. Before he stopped and fingers slipped inside you and you moaned as Damon laughed. "Feels good pretty girl?"
"Yes," you breathed and he yanked a handful of your hair pulling you up from the bed as he continued moving his fingers in and out of you speeding up to the point you you felt your core tighten just for him to slow down and curl his fingers inside you.
"Such a dirty little slut," he leaned down whispering lowly in your ear. His voice when he was horny was by far the hottest thing about him.
"Y-Yes," you whimper as his fingers fucked you at an agonizingly slow pace. But it didn't matter your core was tightening once more and your moans only grew louder indicating your orgasm was coming. Neither of you cared at this point if anyone heard you. But he pulled away before you could cum and you whined. "Bad girls don't get to cum," he whispered taking a piece of rope from his dresser before helping you stand again and he pulled both of your wrists together before pushing you back down and he pulled down his pants and slid inside of you making you the ropes as you gasped and grabbed his pulling him down to you as he slowly started moving himself in and out of you. "Fuck," You whined against him moving to his neck kissing and sucking at his light olive skin. You dug your nails into his bare back and dragged them down his groans making you smirk. He hooked his hands on your hips pinning you down as he started moving in and out of you faster. You felt your forehead damnen with sweat slightly and you knew your cheeks were completely flushed red. He was now starting to open up being less shy and more rough. And his pace was quick making your mouth fall open but no sound came out. You were to pleasured you couldn't even think of anything.
"Shit," he gulped and you knew he was close his movements becoming increasingly sloppy. "Please Damon," you moaned locking your legs around his waist. But you knew it was almost there for both of you. And he slammed into you one last time and you shrieked as your orgasm washed over you. His moans like music to your ears.
He rolled over next to you, "My god," you were both out of breath checks beat red as both of your chests heaved trying to pull yourself back together.
End of flashback...
You gasped at the memory feeling someone touch. "Don-dont touch me," You whined moving away from them as much as you could.
"Kaylee it's not your fault," you could finally hear again as you weren't tuning everything out.
"I killed him. I didn't mean too. I was just angry and he's dead. And I can smell him. Oh god," you cried covered your nose trying to get the smell out. "Kaylee we have to move him which means you need to go home," he tried to touch you again and as soon as he did you could feel all his emotions. Like everything he felt you were now feeling which made you yank away your hand. "Don't please," you started crying again wrapping your hands around the back of your head rocking against the wall. You glanced over at Ryan and his opened eyes were now starting to lose their color. Which was scary considering he had the darkest brown eyes you had ever seen. "Everything hurts," you sobbed you braved yourself and looked at him your eyes now a soft golden color before returning to the yellow and then the blue. "Oh god," you laid your head against your knees crying before the pain made you go unconscious.
Damon's POV
You had finally stopped feeling sorry for yourself and headed back to your house. The door slamming behind you echoed through the seemingly empty house. "We have a problem," your brother said as you answered his 90th phone call.
"I'm off the clock for hero duty brother," you answered filling the last of yet another bourbon bottle into your glass. But it didn't matter. The alcohol wasn't helping. Nothing was. It hurt seeing her with someone. As happy as you use to make her. You wanted to be the one kissing her. Holding her at night when her nightmares returned. Comforting her when she was sad. Showering and spoiling her with gifts. You wanted everything you never got a chance to do with her the first time around.
"Kaylee broke the curse," he finally blurted out and the crystal glass you were holding shattered as it fell to the ground along with your heart.
She was back. She had to be.
