Thank you all for your nice and thought provoking responses to the last chapter! A lot of you guessed that Damon was the one who pulled Alex out of the car, and you were definitely right. Kind of proves that Damon isn't all bad huh?
I couldn't wait to post this chapter! I hope you all like this one!
Season 1 Episode 16 There Goes the Neighborhood
Out of everything on my mind, school was not on top of the list. I knew I had to go, but I didn't want to. It felt so far away from everything that I had to deal with. On top of that, I had work and that was never fun.
I had tried to think about anything other than Damon and the accident. It was much harder than I thought it would be. Did I want an explanation? Yes. Did I think I would get one? No. It didn't make sense, why Damon saved a complete stranger and then used her as a personal feeding bag. But, either way, I owed him my life, even if he didn't want it.
Then there was this whole thing about Isobel. Elena was rightfully freaking out about it and the fact that her biological mother was indeed alive. Well, undead… technically, but Isobel was still alive.
And if she was still alive she could have seen Alaric or Elena.
It was just like Katherine. She knew where Damon and Stefan were, she just didn't care to see them. It was heart breaking actually. But at least Elena had never met her mother, Damon loved Katherine, and Alaric loved Isobel. Maybe the two men had more in common than they thought.
I walked through the halls of the school feeling so disconnected. It felt like I hadn't been there in so long. It was weird, feeling like a normal teenager again. Classes ran slow, and I stared at the clock in agony. I wanted so bad to get out of there. I suddenly heard the sound of my vibrating phone and looked down. Elena popped up on the screen.
You working tonight?
I smirked as I wrote my reply.
Aren't I always?
I looked over at her across the room and she smiled, tying me a reply.
Matt, Caroline, Stefan and I are going on a double date :p
I knitted my eyebrows. Never in a million years did I think that would happen.
Well that's… interesting…
She replied.
Caroline's idea. Should be fun. We will see you at the Grill.
I closed my phone and tried to focus on the lecture. It wasn't easy, nor was it interesting. When the final bell rang I ran for the entrance. I then rushed to the Grill, being scolded for being late as usual. I ignored Robert and got ready for my shift. When I emerged from the back I saw Kelly Donovan sitting at the bar. I walked by, not planning on saying anything that is until she said something to me.
"Hey." She said, catching my attention. I stopped. "You're Lauren's girl right?"
"Yeah." I replied. Kelly Donovan was pretty, but she looked… messed up I guess. Like all the alcohol and drugs finally caught up to her and made her appear… older.
"You look just like your dad." Kelly marveled. I held back a groan at her comment. "How is Lauren anyway?"
"She's fine." I said with a shrug. "She works a lot."
"Well I bet." She said. "I always wondered why she never sued that Gilbert for all he had."
I didn't comment I just stood there awkwardly. I had asked her once, why she didn't get child support from John. It wasn't like she couldn't or that she didn't deserve it. She said that if he started paying for me, then he might think he has a right to me. If he was in my life in any way, shape, or form he could have a say on how I was raised, and she wanted no part of that. I agreed, he needed to either stay away or be fully in and obviously he wasn't all in.
"I'll have to see her some time." Kelly said. "She still working at Jerry's?"
I nodded. Kelly let out a laugh.
"She was working there her senior year." Kelly mused. "Can't believe she is still there."
"Well, it pays the bills." I said defensively. Without a high school diploma or college education, my mom couldn't do too much better. We weren't well off, but that didn't matter to me. We were doing just fine, and to hear someone laughing at my mom's employment made me want to slap this woman.
"Don't get angry." Kelly said. "I'm trying to be a bartender, so I'm not much better off. Where is your manager?"
I knew she was here, Stephanie, my manager. But she had told me not to let anyone know she was here. Something about Kelly sleeping with her boyfriend before she left Mystic Falls. So I shrugged.
"Haven't seen her." I said. Kelly huffed. I then turned and smiled to myself leaving Kelly sitting there at the bar. There weren't too many people here yet, so I just went around the room, getting drink orders. However, the sound of the bell above the door alerted me of someone's presence. I should have known he would show up.
He smirked at me, wearing a pair of sunglasses. I furrowed my brows at them. He didn't usually wear those. But I ignored him and focused on my work. He was talking to Kelly anyway. Wouldn't want to ruin his game. I gagged to myself at the thought.
I then saw Jenna enter. I didn't know what she was here for, but she entered anyway. She saw me and waved. I smiled at her. To my surprise she started conversing with Damon and Kelly. I didn't mind him talking to them, he was going to do what he wanted when he wanted. I couldn't tell him what to do. But as I looked at him I saw that he still wasn't ok. He was still sad, it was obvious. And I couldn't help myself when I felt bad for him.
I watched from afar as the three at the bar began to drink. They were becoming more and more out of hand the longer the drinks continued to flow. I tried to look away, but alcohol, humans, and Damon were a bad mixture. About an hour in, Elena, Matt, Caroline, and Stefan walked inside. They were seated in my section and I came over to take their orders.
"Hey guys." I said. They all sat down and gave me their own greetings. "What can I get you guys to drink?"
"I'm going to have water." Caroline began. The others spout out their orders and I wrote them down. I went and got their drinks at the bar, unable to stop myself from looking at Damon when I went behind the bar. He didn't look up, he just lifted the shot glass to his lips and poured it in his mouth. I wanted him to look at me, to say something. But after what had happened, I wasn't sure if he was going to speak to me or not. I stacked the drinks onto the tray with a sigh and then headed back to the table.
"Here you go." I said and set the drinks down on the table. "How's the double date so far?"
"Great!" Elena said excitedly but from the look on Caroline's face told me she wasn't having such a good time.
"Yeah, taking a walk down memory lane." Caroline said, a bitter undertone to it. I gave her a small smile which she forced in return.
"You've got to be kidding me." Matt mumbled. All of us looked over to the three taking shots at the bar. I never even thought about what Matt would think of his mom drinking or what Elena would think of Jenna hanging out with Damon.
"Looks like your boyfriend is cheating on you Alex." Caroline joked. Although I knew it was a joke I still turned around and glared at her.
"Not my boyfriend." I told her. She gave me a look to which I stuck out my tongue.
"You two seem awfully close." Matt said. Then he turned to the table. "He comes in all the time and looks around for her. Sometimes he asks where she is."
"Cute." Elena said but the way she said it was far from cute. Stefan gave me a worried glance and I huffed.
"Ok, enough about my nonexistent love life." I said. "This is about you two lovely couples. So, you know what you want to order?"
Eventually the double date moved from the dinner table to the pool table. I wanted to play, thinking of when Damon had taught me how to shoot. That was fun. It was a fun day. I wish I could go back to that day.
"Want to play?"
I turned and there stood Damon. He was drunk, the alcohol on his breath rushing up my nose. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand and I eyed it before looking back at him.
"I can't." I said. "Working."
"You need to take off some time." He said. "You work too much."
"Yeah." I said, looking back to his drink. "You know you're going to kill your liver right?"
"Vampire." He said and drank the last of his drink. "I don't get sick."
"Right." I replied and then looked over to Kelly and Jenna. "Don't let me keep you from your dates."
I couldn't help but let the bitterness seep into my voice. Not that I thought Damon was interested in Jenna, but I wouldn't put it past him to try and hook up with either woman.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" He asked, a bit amused. I shrugged. I wasn't particularly trying to rid myself from him, but it would be easier if he had just kept ignoring me. Besides, he was drunk and I didn't know what could come out of his mouth.
"Seems like every time we talk we either fight or you tell me you killed someone." I said. He smirked.
"Or we kiss." He said with a wink. "I particularly like that result myself."
"That needs to stop." I told him. He scoffed. "I'm serious Damon."
"Why?" He asked. "You don't like kissing me?"
"It's not that it's just-" I said but he cut me off.
"So you do like kissing me." He almost yelled. I smacked my hand to my forehead. I never thought this conversation would go this way. Sure I liked kissing Damon, but if it didn't take us somewhere then I wasn't going to continue doing it. Besides, both of our kisses had been sudden and dramatic. One time I had been intoxicated and the second he was under extreme heartbreak.
"Friends don't kiss." I said. "Besides you're too unstable right now."
"You've been hanging out with Stefan too much." He said bitterly. "I'm fine."
"Whatever you say." I said. He glared at me, but it was more playful then angry. We both knew that he wasn't ok, and he probably wouldn't be for a while. But Damon would never admit that, he was too proud.
"Why are you so worried about me?" Damon asked. I shrugged. "Don't give me that."
"I told you… we have a connection." I said. "We are friends. You saved my life plenty of times. Of course I'm going to worry about you."
He smirked at me and I just stood there staring at him. My eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips a few times. He must have noticed because he licked his lips. He then started to lean in and I didn't stop him. However, he halted and pulled back giving me a look.
"Right." He said. "I'm not allowed to do that."
With a wink to me he turned, leaving me stood there dumbstruck. I let air come out of my nose and turned frustrated to clean up a table. I was too damn confused and him playing around like that didn't help me. I went to the back, dumping the dirty dishes in the sink. I then heard my phone. I wasn't supposed to use it while on duty, but I figured I should look at it anyway. I picked it up and flipped it open.
A guy here called me Katherine
It was from Elena and the urgency I felt after I read it made me throw the phone down and head back out into the room. She was by the pool tables still and I headed over to her. She looked up to me.
"Is he still here?" I whispered. She shook her head. "What did he say?"
"He just called me Katherine and I told him he had the wrong person." She said shakily.
"Do you think… he has to be a vampire." I whispered. Elena nodded.
"Don't worry about it." She urged. "Stefan will handle it. I just thought you should know."
"Thanks." I said. "Keep me updated."
She nodded and I gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. I then plunged back into serving, smiling when I served people. I wanted some good tips. I heard the bell on the door ring and in came in some young guys. I had never seen them before, and they had to be in their twenties, early thirties. They were dressed in sports gear, most likely coming in from a football game or something.
I took my tray and my pad with the pen and headed over to them. I didn't notice they had been drinking until I came upon them and smelled the scent of cheap beer. I swallowed, putting on a smile and stood in front of them.
"Hey guys. Welcome to The Mystic Grill." I said, catching their attention. "I'm Alex and I'll be your server."
"This place was a good idea Frank." One with a red ball cap on his head. "They have pretty waitresses."
"Well thank you." I said nervously. "Can I get you guys something to drink?"
"Beer." Another one said. "And keep 'em coming."
I nodded and headed back to the bar. I asked our temporary bartender for four beers and set them on the tray. I noticed Damon watching me but I brushed him off. I couldn't let him continued to affect me, or at least act like he didn't. I then took the drinks to the guys and took their food order.
"Thanks honey." The guy in the red ball cap said with a wink. I forced a smile and walked away. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, like I was a piece of meat, but I couldn't do anything about it. The customer was always right. I headed back to the kitchen and put their order in. I then went and started to put it in the computer and I felt Damon's eyes on me. He stared for a long while before I got fed up with it.
"What?" I spat. He didn't flinch at my tone he just continued to stare. "Ok, your obsession with me has got to stop."
"Is he bothering you?" Damon asked me, ignoring my comment. I knitted my eyebrows. Damon rolled his eyes and then nodded to the table of guys. They were drinking, laughing obnoxiously. The one in the ball cap looked over to me and I could see his eyes land on my chest. I fidgeted uncomfortably.
"I can handle it." I told Damon. He made a face. "I'm fine."
"I don't like the way he's talking to you." Damon muttered, looking over his shoulder and sending a glare to them. I moved over to him and grabbed his arm, getting his attention on me.
"They are just some stupid guys." I said. "Don't worry about it. I don't need you to come to my rescue all the time."
Damon set his jaw but said no more. The reference to his saving me from the accident must have shut him up. He still wasn't ready to talk about it yet. Regardless, I felt oddly excited that Damon was acting like this. I didn't believe it was jealousy, what did he have to be jealous for? But it was nice for him to be worried about me instead of me being worried about him.
The table of guy's food came out and I grabbed it. I then took it to their table, handing out each entrée to the guy who ordered it. I didn't notice then that the guy in the cap was eyeing me without any shame. I pulled back and put my hands on my hips.
"Look good?" I asked, referring to their food. I had walked right into that one.
"Yes you do." The baseball cap guy said. I blushed and his friends started to laugh.
"You made her blush Steve." One guy said. I swallowed and turned to go. I figured if I ignored them they would drop it.
"Wait, sweetheart." The baseball cap guy, known as Steve, said. I turned begrudgingly. "Why don't you let me take you out?"
"I'm 17." I said, hoping that would make him back off. I wasn't of age, not that that stopped a lot of people. The four guys laughed.
"So? It's just a date doll." He said with a wink.
"Sorry, but… I have a boyfriend." I lied. The other three guys ooo'ed while Steve gave me a disbelieving look.
"Right." He said. "Well, I should have known. You're a catch."
"Th-thanks." I said awkwardly. I then turned and walked back to the bar. I felt completely and utterly violated. Their eyes and their words had made me very uncomfortable. I walked back behind the bar and with shaky hands I entered more stuff into the computer. Out of my peripheral vision I saw Damon shifting down the bar to sit in front of me.
"You ok?" He asked carefully. I nodded, but he must not have bought it. "I'll kill them."
"No." I said gripping his arm. "No. It's fine."
"It is not fine." He said. "They are looking at you like you're for sale or something."
"Isn't that what you do?" I asked. He set his jaw. "Sorry… I'm just… it's fine."
"Alex-" Damon began.
"I'm fine!" I replied. He stopped then, moving back down to sit next to Kelly. I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself down. I hadn't meant to yell at him, but I just wanted him to drop it. I would be fine. I could handle this.
I avoided their table though, afraid of what they could say to me and make me nervous. I didn't speak to Damon, and he didn't speak to me. He didn't even look at me. I felt guilty for the way I spoke to him. He was just trying to help. He was being a friend and I shot him down.
"Hey sweetie!" Steve called to me. I looked up with wide eyes. "Another beer!"
I nodded and grabbed a beer from the bar. I then slowly walked up to their table and set it down. I was done being nice to them. That was getting me nowhere.
"Anything else?" I asked. He looked up dangerously but he was smirking.
"A date." He said, slurring his words. "Or just a night."
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away.
"Come on." He said catching my arm. "I could rock your world."
"No thank you." I said wrenching my arm from him. "I'll be back with your check."
I turned to leave, however what happened next I never expected. I felt his hand come and smack my rear end, and then I heard the slapping sound it made. My eyes widened and I turned to see his smirking face. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. He started to laugh and then his friends joined in. I felt embarrassed tears brim my eyes, because I could see everyone's eyes on me.
Then out of nowhere the laughter stopped and Steve was out of his seat. He wasn't out of his seat willingly, he was being held up by his collar, his feet dangling a couple inches off the ground. Who it was made my heart skip a beat.
"Whoah man." Steve said trying to pull Damon off of him. I had seen Damon angry, but this was blind fury. I was surprised smoke wasn't coming out of his ears. He was gripping Steve's shirt so tight I wondered if it would rip.
"You think you can touch her?" Damon asked, although he wasn't expecting an answer. Steve's friends were sitting in their seats shocked by the shear strength of Damon and they were probably fearing him as well.
"It was a joke!" Steve shouted. A crowd was gathering now, and I wondered if I should stop Damon. But then I thought, this guy deserved it. And at the time I didn't think I could stop Damon.
"I should kill you." He said. "I should strangle you for that."
"Chill out man." One of Steve's friends said. Damon looked over at him and sent a bone chilling glare. He shut his mouth.
"Apologize." Damon ordered. Damon didn't even need to compel this guy. He was scared out of his mind. He would do anything Damon said.
"I'm sorry!" Steve said but he was still looking at Damon.
"Not to me, to her you dumb ass." Damon said and nodded to me. Steve looked over at me, wide eyed. I swallowed, waiting for his apology.
"I'm sorry." He said. "I'm so, so, sorry."
"Good." Damon said and then threw him back down in his booth. "If I ever see you again, I will kill you."
Steve nodded in obedience. Damon glared at them all for another minute before he turned to me. His arm curved around me, pulling me to his side and he led me out of sight. He moved me past everyone and opened the door. The chill of the air nipped at my skin, so I inadvertently snuggled closer to Damon's warm body.
"Are you ok?" Damon asked. He had stopped, we were in the opening of the alley between the Grill and the building next door. I nodded.
"I'm ok." I answered. His hands her on my shoulders and his eyes were at my level. They were full of concern and still a bit of anger.
"You're crying." He said. I hadn't even known the tears fell until he said something. I quickly wiped them away. I had been crying way too often lately. But I couldn't help it. I had never been in that situation before. I had never been disrespected like that, violated like that.
"Come here." Damon said, pulling me to his chest. I buried my face in his chest, and his arms wrapped around me. It felt good to be in his arms. It felt nice, very safe. I never wanted to leave the security of his arms.
"I should kill him." Damon said, his chin on top of my head. I began to shake my head.
"No." I said. "You can't."
"I could." He said. "He deserves it."
"Please don't." I said pulling back to look at him. He looked completely serious about killing this guy. I wouldn't put it past him. But I didn't want him to kill him for me. It wasn't worth it.
"You're amazing you know that?" He said tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "Anyone else would have let me do it. But not you."
"Life is important." I said. He chuckled. "Thank you."
"For what?" He asked.
"For looking out for me, like all the time." I said. "You didn't have to do that."
"What a friends for?" He asked. I nodded. And in that moment I wanted nothing more than to kiss him. To be more than friends. I wanted him to be like this all the time. This sweet Damon that he rarely showed anyone. I wanted it to always be like this. I always wanted to feel like this.
"You should head home." He said. "I'll handle your boss."
"Oh… yeah… yeah you're right." I said and pulled away from him. I then went to go back in and grab my stuff. Damon followed me inside, not straying far from me. I grabbed my stuff while Damon talked to Robert. He said goodbye to Kelly, giving another glare to the table of guys, and then led me out to his car. He shut the door behind me and started to drive me home.
I was quiet, not trusting my voice. I knew that there was no chance of me and Damon being together. I knew that, and yet I always let myself get ahead of myself. I always let my feelings blind the truth.
We pulled up to the house and he put the car in park. I said goodbye to him and opened the door. I closed it behind me but when I turned around he was right there, making me gasp.
"Stop doing that." I said, slapping his chest. He chuckled.
"But it's so much fun." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'll be fine." I said. "I've had worse."
"I can stay." He said. "If you want."
I stayed silent. Why would he want to stay?
"I don't know if that's a good idea…" I trailed off. I knew the longer he was around me the more I would want him to stay forever. I couldn't do that to myself.
"You're right." Damon said, stepping back a bit. It took everything inside of me not to reach out to him, or take back what I said. He smirked to me before he turned back to his car. I felt my hands ball into fists next to me. I spoke before I could even comprehend my thoughts.
"Wait!" I called out to him. He stopped, turning around to look at me again. He stared at me expectantly, and I wasn't even sure why I had stopped him. I let the first thing that came to mind spill out.
"I just don't get it." I said, my arms gesturing wildly. "You saved me the night of the accident, you saved me from Logan Fell, and then there was you sticking up for me tonight…"
Damon's jaw clenched. Everyone always told me that Damon was bad, that there was no saving him. But I couldn't believe that, not after how many times he had showed me otherwise. He did questionable things, but I just couldn't say that he was all bad.
"What do you want me to say Alex?" Damon asked. He seemed to be fighting with himself on something. I knew I was. There was no reason why I should have been doing this to myself, or to him. But I couldn't hide it anymore, I couldn't deny the feelings I had for him.
"I want you to be honest with me." I said, stepping forward. We were now only a few inches apart. "I know you care about me."
He said nothing, stepping away from me.
"I need to go." Damon said, heading for the other side of the car. I raced out in front of him, blocking his entrance to the driver's side. "Alex, move."
"Not until you tell me the truth." I said. My heartbeat was so erratic, I could hear it in my ears. Damon was glaring down at me, but he wasn't angry at me. He seemed to be angrier at himself. He reached out to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.
"This is me being honest." Damon said evenly. "I do, care about you. But… I don't have feelings for you Alex."
I froze, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. It took everything inside of me not to cry. I had just set it out there, put my heart on the line, and he had snapped it in two. But then, as I was looking in his eyes, I could see that he was not telling the truth.
"No." I said, shaking my head. "That was a lie."
"It's not." He replied, with that same sad twinkle in his eye. I shook my head again.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" I asked him. Damon scoffed. "You are so afraid to show emotion to everyone."
Damon shook his head, reaching around me to grab the door handle. I moved in front of it, staring him in the eye. He was glaring, his eyes icy and cold. He was trying to intimidate me, to scare me, but I wouldn't let it happen. I was going to stand my ground, because I couldn't go without an answer, not anymore.
"Damon." I said, my voice much softer. "I can't believe that there isn't something more… I just… please Damon."
He stared at me, for what felt like forever. Again, Damon was fighting with himself, and I waited for so long, just waiting for him to say something. I could see him swallow visibly, and then he sighed. He stepped forward, so we were only inches apart.
"I like you Alex." The words sounding like heaven coming from his mouth. My lips parted, and a smile broke out on my face. Damon didn't smile, he merely stared at me, searching my face. The sincerity of his confession, made me believe that it was true. I had been right. Damon did like me more than a friend.
When he didn't move, I found all the confidence I had in the pit of my stomach and jumped forward. Standing on my tip toes, I put my hands on his shoulders and met our lips in a tender kiss. At first, Damon seemed surprised, but then he melted against my lips, slipping his hands around my waist. This kiss was unlike any kiss we had had before. This was not the result of alcohol, or heartbreak. This kiss was real, emotional. This was what I wished our other kisses had been like. This was what it was like to have feelings for someone.
I was the one to pull back, the need to breathe clouded my need to be closer to him. I fell back onto my feet, staring up at him unsurely. Damon's expression was flat, emotionless. But eventually a smirk formed on his lips.
"I knew you liked kissing me." He said. I let out a breathy laugh, still not being able to think straight. Damon's hands squeezed my waist. "You shouldn't have done that.
"I know." I said honestly. He sighed, but didn't let me go.
"This could never work." He said. I nodded. I knew he was right, but I couldn't stop. I never wanted to stop kissing this man. I could spend my life kissing him. He was my own personal drug and I couldn't stop once I got started.
"I'm going to break your heart." He admitted. I swallowed and nodded. I knew that. Whatever happened I couldn't stay away from him. I knew that this was wrong, and it was a bad idea. But I couldn't stop myself.
"I know." I repeated. He nodded in understanding. I don't know how long we stood there, just holding each other, but in that short amount of time I felt safe. I felt complete. I felt on top of the world!
"I should go inside." I said regrettably. He nodded and released me slowly. I turned to go toward my house, but Damon's hand stopped me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, kissing me once more. I smiled into the kiss, and sighed when he pulled away.
"Good night pretty girl." He said. I smiled, turning back to the house. I rushed up to the door and looked over my shoulder once. He leaned against the car, smirking at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye. I smiled and unlocked the door, stepping inside. Once I was inside I leaned against the door and squealed out of excitement.
I knew I probably looked like a little girl but I couldn't care less. I felt my heart soar and I felt like fireworks were going off in my head. I never thought I could feel like this about one person. But there I was dancing around like a child on Christmas morning.
I flipped the light on and turned around. My good feeling was gone when I saw my mom lying on the couch. That wouldn't be so weird except for the fact that she was bleeding from her temple. I ran to my mom and crouched in front of her.
"Mom?" I said, shaking her to try and wake her up. "Mom!"
"She won't wake up for a while."
I jumped, turning to the voice of the person who was in my house. It was a man, with dark tanned skinned and a mustache. Slowly I pulled myself up into a standing position. I stood in front of my mom, protecting her from him, whoever he was.
"Who are you?" I asked, my guard up. I had never seen this man before and the way he looked at me, made me fear for my safety. He took a step forward, sending a chilling shiver down my spine.
"I'm Fredrick." He said, his head cocked to the side. I eyed him with a narrowed gaze.
"What do you want?" I asked. He chuckled, continuing to take slow steps toward me. It was like a predator stalking his prey.
"You're Damon Salvatores pet." He said, as if the answer was obvious. "I saw you, at the restaurant. Nice kiss out there. Very romantic."
I gulped.
"What do you want?" I repeated louder. He was in front of me in a second, his hand pulling at my hair by the roots. I shrieked in pain, grabbing at the hand that was knotted in my hair. I knew then that he was a vampire.
"Don't raise your voice at me." He ordered. "Now, you're coming with me."
"No!" I said as he pulled on me. I tried to free myself but he was much stronger than I was. He then turned around back handing me so hard that I fell to the ground. Stars burst in front of my eyes, then everything went black.
Damon climbed into his car, starting the engine and speeding off. He felt like a child. His body was warm, not wish lust, but with happiness. He hadn't felt like that since he first met Katherine. It was a good feeling considering his recent heartbreak. He was in no way in love with Alex. But he liked her. He knew when he got that jealous rage after that guy put his hands on her that he did indeed have feelings for the girl. Thinking about the incident at the Grill ignited the hate fire in his stomach once again.
Instead of turning down the road to take him to the Salvatore house, instead Damon drove back to the Grill parking in the dark lot. He could hear their laughter and knew that the group of men harassing Alex were still in there. He got out of his car, hiding in the dark shadows of an alley, waiting. He waited for about ten minutes before he heard him come out, even more intoxicated then before. He saw him, red ball cap still on his head. He lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
Damon slowly stalked forward, slowly and carefully. The poor dope didn't expect a thing. Not able to hold back anymore, he grabbed the guy by the back, the cigarette falling from his lips. Damon then shoved him hard up against the brick wall.
"Hey man!" He said, not being able to recognize Damon. Damon glared.
"Hey." Damon said. "Remember me?"
The man's eyes widened and he struggled against Damon's hold of him.
"What is your problem dude?" He asked. Damon rolled his eyes and with quick fingers he snapped the guy's neck, and let him fall to the ground.
"I don't like when people touch my stuff." He replied and stepped over the dead body.