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Season 2 Episode 5 Kill or be Killed
"I should have never agreed to this."
I chuckled to myself, brushing some dirt off of my pants. Jace was beside me, placing a flower plant into the hole he had just dug. Caroline had signed both of us up for the Mystic Falls volunteer picnic. The historical society was building a new park, and since I needed to do some community service work for college scholarship applications, I figured this wouldn't be so bad.
"It's for a good cause." I told Jace, grabbing my trowel and digging another hole for some pretty purple flowers to live in.
"No, it's a chance for kids to get out of school and for Carol Lockwood to order everyone around." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Although that is true, I thought you would be used to manual labor." I commented, then slugged him in the arm. "Farm boy."
"Just because I lived in Georgia does not mean I lived on a farm." He told me. Jace and I had been doing this back and forth thing all morning. I was shocked at how close we were becoming in such a short time. Unlike all my other friends, Jace had no idea about the supernatural happenings of this town. It was nice to feel normal for once.
"Did you?" I asked him. Jace made a face and then sighed.
"For a long time yeah." He replied begrudgingly. "How did you know?"
"You have calluses." I replied.
"What?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. I grabbed his hand, surprising him in the process, and flipped it over. He looked down at his rough palms and had a face of realization. "So it wasn't my accent?"
"No." I replied with a small giggle. Since when did I start giggling?
"You know I get a lot of grief for talking like this." He said. "And Virginia is in the south."
"Don't worry." I said in my best southern accent. "Y'all will git used to it."
Instead of replying, Jace tossed a chunk of dirt at me. I laughed, grabbing my own clump and throwing it at him. This lasted for a while until Carol Lockwood walked by and barked at us to stop. We withheld our laughter until she was too far away to hear it.
We continued our work in silence then, but it was comfortable silence. I missed when I could just be quiet and be completely content. I didn't have to worry about conversation with Jace. We were just comfortable with each other's company.
"What's going on with Stefan and Elena?" Jace asked me. I looked up to see he was staring over my shoulder. I turned and saw that the two were separated, giving each other longing yet irritated looked. I felt my heart sink and I sighed, turning back to Jace.
"They are going through a rough patch." I replied. Elena had called me last night, crying that she and Stefan had had a fight. Something about, Katherine threatening her and everyone she cared about if Stefan continued to see her. Stefan was only trying to protect her, but in turn he was hurting her. I wanted so bad to knock some sense into that boy.
"So, did they like break up?" Jace asked, sounding awfully curious about my friend's relationship. I shrugged, putting the plant into the soil.
"I think it's more of a break then a break up." I replied. Jace nodded, but there was something in his face that I didn't like. He recovered quickly though, smiling that smile at me. I grinned as well, and tried not to let it bother me, whatever it was.
"I'm going to go get some water." I told him, standing up. He nodded to me, telling me to hurry back. I waved him off and walked over to the newly built picnic enclosure. There was a blue cooler with bottles of water for the volunteers. I popped it open, grabbing a cool bottle and popping off the cap. I sucked some of the cold beverage down and my body immediately felt better.
"I thought I would find you here."
I turned, already knowing the voice. Damon stood there, smirking at me with those mischievous eyes. He was wearing a button down shirt, not typical for volunteer work. But I assumed that any chance he could take his shirt off he would do it. I shivered at the thought.
"Apparently I was right." He said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my blush.
"Hello Damon." I greeted, slightly annoyed, but also very over joyed to see him. I couldn't lie and say that I didn't miss him. After yesterday and the conversation I had with Jace, I really wanted to work things out. I just didn't know where to start.
"Well this is a welcome change." Damon said taking a step forward. "So I take it you're not mad anymore?"
"I told you. I never was mad." I said. "But Caroline seems to be over it, and I guess that means I should be too."
Damon's eyes glossed over then and he grabbed my hand. I protested, but he still pulled me along. He took me out into the trees, the shade a welcome feeling on my hot skin. There weren't too many people around and I guessed that was what he wanted. He then released me, but not stepping away. He backed me up until my back was against the bark of a tree.
"Good." Damon breathed. "Because I was tired of waiting."
I opened my mouth but he cut me off by shoving his tongue into it. My eyes widened, but I didn't push him away. In fact, I melted into him, his touch turning me into a Popsicle on a summer day. My hands went on their own accord, tracing up his developed chest and resting on his shoulders. One of his hands grabbed my ponytail and took the hair tie out of it. The same hand plunged into my hair, burrowing itself into my roots.
I didn't know how long we kissed for, but it felt like forever to me. I missed this, I missed him. All thoughts of us not being compatible escaped from my mind whilst I was pressed against him. I felt his hand on my waist, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly on the tiny sliver of exposed skin my t-shirt allowed. I pulled back, needing to breathe, but Damon didn't stop. He moved his talented lips to my neck and I felt my eyes roll back into my head.
How could I ever survive without this? Without this feeling? It wasn't just kissing that I liked, or the touching. Both were pleasurable and I enjoyed them immensely. But I liked the way my heart started to pound, and when it would skip a beat when I felt his fingers trailing my side. I liked the way that my mind seemed to go blank the moment his lips met mine. I liked the way that I felt like there was nothing else in the world, no vampires, no werewolves, no Katherine… it was just me and Damon, just the two of us.
"We should really get back." I said after a while, knowing that he was leaving marks on my neck. I didn't push on him to stop his attack though. He grunted, not letting up in the least. His lips trailed from my throat up to my jaw and then he peppered kisses all over my cheeks. I giggled, finding that the sound was much too girly for my liking.
"I missed you." Damon said, resting his forehead on mine. I gazed up into his eyes and saw the sincerity there. I nodded, telling him silently that I missed him too. I placed a small kiss on his lips for good measure, and then pulled back to look at him.
"You know how I feel about the killing." I said to him, getting back to the issue at hand. He nodded, taking a huge gulp.
"I'm working on it." He said. It was my turn to nod. Change didn't happen overnight, I knew that. And if Damon could harness his humanity to its full potential, he might just have the same regard for human life as I did.
"I want you to be you." I told him, gripping his hands in mine. He stared at them, linking our fingers. "I just… You can't try to kill my friends."
"I understand." Damon said. I nodded, smiling at him. He smirked, leaning forward to kiss my lips again. I felt fireworks go off in my stomach. I pushed him back though.
"I need to get back." I said. "Jace is going to wonder where I went."
"Jace?" Damon barked loudly. "You two have gotten pretty chummy lately."
My smile fell at the look on his face. He wasn't just angry, which was his dominant emotion. He also looked very betrayed and that look of jealousy that I had seen at the barbeque was rearing its ugly head again.
"We are partners." I said with a shrug. To me, my friendship with Jace was pure innocence. But to Damon, he posed a threat, although Jace was no threat to him what so ever.
"I don't trust him." Damon spat. "He's sketchy."
"You guys have barely spoken two words to each other." I replied. I didn't understand at the time why it was so wrong that I was friends with Jace. That was all he was, a friend. Damon had nothing to worry about.
"Exactly." Damon said. "What do you know about him?"
"Plenty." I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. Damon chuckled, less out of humor and more out of incredulousness.
"Where does he live?" Damon asked.
"With his brother."
"What's his brother's name?"
"Uh…"
"What high school did he go to?"
"That's not-"
"What's his last name?"
I opened my mouth but then clamped it shut. How had his last name not come up at all in our conversations? That was important information, but I had never deemed it that important before Damon mentioned it. As for the other stuff, they weren't necessary, but they surely had never been brought up before today.
"See." Damon said. "You know nothing about him. And yet you already trust him."
"He hasn't given me a reason not to trust him." I replied, hands on my hips. "Unlike you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked me. I made a face, as if the answer should be obvious, and it should have been.
"Well, first of all you fed from me-"
"I already apologized for that." He countered. I ignored him.
"Then you killed my history teacher, turned and inadvertently killed my coworker, kidnapped me to Atlanta, threatened my friends, and oh yeah…" I said. "You almost killed one of them."
"Why dwell on the past?" Damon asked. "Besides, those are not even that bad."
"The list goes on and on." I replied. Damon narrowed his eyes at me. I stepped forward, trying to take his hands but he slapped them away. I looked down, hurt by his gesture. "You know I care about you."
He looked at me, eyes boring down into my own. All of that stuff, although bad, didn't matter to me anymore. Because he was right, they were in the past. I was already over them. However, I had to get Damon to realize, that Jace was harmless.
"And I trust you." I told him. "I trust you with every fiber of my being."
"You're pretty stupid then-"
"And after everything you have done, I still trust you." I told him. "Then why can't you trust me?"
His face softened at my question. Out of all the people in Mystic Falls, I should have been the one he trusted the most. I had never betrayed him, and I had stuck by his side even when Elena told me not to. Against my better judgement, I caught feelings for him and in that came the trust. But if he had the same feelings, he had to give me the same trust.
"I do trust you." Damon said finally. My eyebrows furrowed. "It's him I don't trust."
"Jace is harmless." I said, placing my hand on his cheek. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes as I rubbed my thumb over his smooth skin.
"I don't like him." Damon said, eyes opening. I smiled.
"You don't have to." I said. "Just trust my judgement."
"You hang out with vampires." Damon muttered. "I'm not sure if your judgement isn't flawed."
I dried to deck him in the gut, but he caught my hand. He then pulled me flush against him and captured my lips in a chaste kiss. He pulled away and I smiled up at him. He then took my hand and we walked out of the tree line. I looked to my right, where I had just been on the ground with Jace. Like clockwork he looked up, sobering up when he saw me with Damon.
"He better stop staring." Damon threatened through his teeth. I squeezed his hand. He relaxed a bit at my touch and I released his hand. I was about to walk back over to my station when Damon grabbed my hand again. With a small tug he pulled me back to him, his arm securing itself around my waist. Without a second thought he kissed me once again, this kiss much more involved than the last one. When he pulled away, I noticed the smug glare he was sending Jace's way. I hit him lightly.
"Behave." I told him.
"Don't I always?" He asked cocking an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and wiggled out of his hold. I then sashayed back over to my previous spot next to Jace.
I could feel Damon watching us as Jace and I moved through each task. I would occasionally look up, winking or giving him a smile. But he obviously wasn't happy at my choice of partner. I had to prove to Damon that this was nothing but innocent friendship, and that Jace was a simple human who would do me no harm.
"He's staring at us." Jace said, looking over at Damon. I was surprised that he wasn't more fearful. Damon was pretty scary. But Jace didn't know what Damon was capable of. I shivered at the image of Damon snapping Jace's neck, or worse… feeding on him.
"He's protective." I said. Jace gave me a weird look. "He thinks you have… other plans."
"Like what?" Jace asked, as if the notion was ridiculous. Even Jace thought that the notion was crap. I just hoped that Damon heard it and would start relaxing now.
"I honestly have no idea." I replied. "He's suspicious of everyone."
"I guess I would be too." Jace said, looking back over to Damon. "A girl like you is bound to catch an admirer or two."
I froze where I stood, almost dropping the pot in my arms. My eyes scanned over to Damon and I could see his jaw clench. Jace flirting around was not the way to get on Damon's good side, not one bit. But Jace didn't know that Damon could hear their whole conversation and that he was listening intently to every word.
"Want to start painting?" I asked, changing the subject and grabbing a paint brush. Jace looked back over at me and silently grabbed a paint brush of his own. We silently began to paint a gazebo that wasn't far from the picnic area. It would be a nice, quiet, romantic spot. I could see a lot of engagements happening here.
"There is a trick to this." Jace said. I looked over at him confused.
"To painting?" I asked. "Jace, you're talking to an artist here."
Jace chuckled and moved to where I stood. He boldly took my hand that was holding the paintbrush. He then moved behind me, his chest so close to touching my back that I could feel his warmth. He then put his head over my shoulder and started to move my arm up and down.
"The trick is to be easy with it." He whispered in my ear. "Long, gentle strokes."
"Oh." I croaked, uncomfortable with his position. I swallowed, a blush forming on my cheeks. I didn't dare look at Damon, fearing his reaction and hoping to keep him at bay.
"Relax." Jace cooed in my ear. His other hand then went around my hip and I did the exact opposite of relax. I tensed and stepped away from him. He looked smug, not like the Jace I had met before.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, hands curling around my torso. I felt violated, even if it was just innocent.
"I'm just giving you some pointers." Jace said, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Or you were just trying to give Damon a show." I replied. "What is with you guys and marking your territory?"
"Alex, I didn't mean anything by it." Jace said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I know you're with Damon."
"Then why would you… do that?" I barked. I couldn't have imagined that whole thing. He was obviously coming on to me, and the way he was touching me… it made me feel… weird. It was uncomfortable and awkward.
"I'm sorry for making you upset." Jace said. "I wasn't trying to do that."
"Ok." I replied, taking a deep breath. "Ok."
"Ok." He said with a smile. He then kept his distance, much to my joy. Damon had disappeared after a while, and I wondered where he had gone. I swallowed a bit, feeling very vulnerable next to Jace now, and really uncomfortable. Whether it was his attraction to me or just to show Damon up I wasn't sure, but I didn't appreciate it either way.
I kept my distance after that, painting on the opposite side. He noticed, casting glances at me but he never said anything. I had gotten so focused, thinking of all the designs I could paint on this solid background that I didn't notice when Caroline and Elena jogged up to me.
"Hey guys." I greeted, but they didn't greet me back. They both gave me a nervous, worried look. "What's wrong?"
"It's the guys." Caroline answered. "Something's wrong."
I felt my heart sink and I dropped my paint brush. I turned back to look at Jace who nodded at me. I then turned back to the girls and we took off into the woods.
Damon's throat was burning. Someone, that person being Mason Lockwood, has spiked the drinks with vervain. He had experienced pain before, but this was taking much longer to heal than a stab wound.
"I'm gonna kill him." Damon muttered, choking down a bottle of water. It relieved only some of the fire from his throat.
"Listen to me! Sit! Sit!" Stefan urged. Damon begrudgingly did as he was told, swallowing another gulp of water.
"I'm not listening anymore of your "give peace a chance" crap." Damon replied. "He's dead!"
"Okay. I don't like it. He's making threats. He could expose us." Stefan explained. "We need to put him down."
Damon was surprised at Stefan's answer, and also the joke he had made. If Damon hadn't been dying because of the vervain he almost ingested he probably would have laughed and congratulated his usually serious brother.
"Let's go." Damon said, watching Mason take a trash can into the woods. Damon and Stefan followed, close enough to keep him in their sight, but far enough away that Mason couldn't hear them.
Once they were far enough into the woods, Damon ran in front of Mason, making Mason stop. Much to Damon's disappointment, Mason didn't look scared or surprised. He should have realized then that something was up.
"Don't look so surprised. You knew this was inevitable." Damon taunted. "Go ahead, run. I'll give you a head start."
Mason smirked, but didn't run. Instead he crouched down. Damon's eyebrows furrowed and he was about to say something, but in that instant he felt a sharp pain in his chest, then in his stomach, and then in his shoulder. He fell down in pain, realizing that these weren't just normal bullets. They were wooden.
He closed his eyes, wincing at the pain. He then felt a needle go into his arm, vervain being injected into his veins. He didn't stir, already weak. The last thing he thought about before he went unconscious was Alex's face.
"What is going on?" I asked, slowing down to catch my breath. "Where are we going?"
"They have been through here." Caroline said, bending down and touching a leaf. She looked back up at us and I felt my stomach lurch at the sight of blood on her fingers. It then occurred to me that Damon and Stefan were in serious danger. The question was, who had them?
"What are you three doing out here?"
All three of us looked up finding Mason coming toward us. I knew then that he had something to do with this. I glared at the werewolf.
"Have you seen Stefan?" Elena asked seriously. Mason smiled cynically.
"Yeah Elena, I've seen him." Mason replied and then looked at me. "Seen Damon too."
"You ass hole." I said lunging for him, but Caroline caught me. Mason seemed amused that I believed I had any chance of winning in a fight with him. But I didn't care. He knew where Damon was and he wasn't going to tell her.
"Where are they?" Elena asked, much more calmly than I was. Mason smirked and I felt the anger inside of me rise.
"You don't need me for that. I'll let your friend here sniff them out." Mason said pointing to Caroline. She tensed.
"Does your mother know what you are? I'm happy to tell her." Mason threatened. Caroline lunged for him but in that second Mason grabbed Elena and held her in a head lock. Caroline stopped in her tracks.
"Don't be stupid!" Mason warned. "Necks snap easy around here."
Elena's eyes widened and I wanted so bad to fight Mason off. But I wouldn't put it past him to snap her neck and then snap mine. We couldn't be reckless, we had to find Stefan and Damon before it was too late. I felt the bile rise to my throat as I thought of the sight of Damon, lying dead on the floor.
"I can take you." Caroline told Mason. He scoffed.
"Wanna bet?" Mason challenged.
"Yeah. I do." Caroline said. She then sped over to Mason, catching him and making him release Elena. Caroline then pushed him against a tree as if she didn't expel any energy at all. "Told you so."
She then dropped Mason, kicking him down. She then urged the two of us to follow her. I wanted to stay and beat on Mason some more, however I knew that we had to get moving. We ran through the woods, following close to Caroline as she led us to the old Lockwood land.
I then heard a yell out of pain. I recognized it immediately as Damon. I started to head down the stairs but Caroline caught me, listening to the commotion down in the cellar.
"My mom." Caroline said. "She's killing them."
"What!?" Elena and I said at the same time. Both of us started down the stairs, but again Caroline stopped us.
"I can't go down there." She said. "She will find out about me. I can't let her find out about me."
I pulled away and ran down the stairs, Elena following close behind me. We pushed through the cell door and into the open room. My eyes searched the room for Damon, seeing two deputies and the sheriff pointing guns to the floor. My gaze landed on him, lying on the floor bloodied and writing in pain.
"Oh my God." I said upon seeing him. The sheriff and her two deputies looked over at us, pointing their guns to us.
"What are you two doing here?" The sheriff asked.
"You can't kill them." Elena said, ignoring the sheriff's question. "I won't let you."
"You were his friend!" I yelled at her. The sheriff seemed to soften for only a second before her expression turned hard again.
"Both of you need to leave." The sheriff ordered. Neither Elena nor I moved. "Now, girls!"
But before anyone could move or say anything a small breeze of air blew our hair around. The sheriff and her deputies turned, pointing their guns toward where they thought the source came from. Another sound and whoosh of air and they turned once more.
A flash of blond hair blew by me and then I saw Caroline come into focus. She had grabbed hold of one of the deputies, latching her teeth into his neck and letting him fall limp to the floor. She then punched the other man unconscious. She stood there panting, her vampire face exposed.
I didn't wait for anything else to happen. I launched myself to the floor where Damon lay, weak and wincing. I looked over his face, brushing the sweaty hair from his eyes. I felt tears brim my eyes, not with sadness, but with pure joy that he had yet again evaded death. Damon's eyes met mine. He huffed out a breath of air, a small smile on his face.
"Hey beautiful." He murmured, his voice hoarse and raspy. I said nothing, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his. It was a tender kiss, one that I put all of my joy that he had survived into this kiss. I pulled back and sat him up in a sitting position. He was weak, and he couldn't sit up on his own. I had to hold him.
"You're weak." I commented. He scoffed.
"Vervain will do that to you." He chuckled slightly, wincing at the pain. He reached into one of his wounds, pulling out a wooden bullet and tossing it on the floor. I swallowed hard as he pulled out another one. I could see him becoming more exhausted the more he moved. My eyes shifted from him to the two deputies on the floor and back to him. I hesitated, knowing there was no other option.
"You need to drink from them." I said with a sigh. Damon looked up at me, shocked by my request.
"But I thought you said-"
"I know what I said." I replied, slightly irritated. "But I don't want you to die."
He searched my face, looking for any hesitation. I nodded to him and then helped him over to the two bodies. He didn't hesitate to sink his teeth into the first deputy, the one Caroline hadn't already drank from. I looked away, knowing that Damon wouldn't spare his life. I didn't expect him to, but I tried not to think about the man's family and what they would say when they found out their loved one had died.
Once he had drank his fill, I could see he was already stronger in a short amount of time. He turned back to me, blood on his face. I made a face and he rolled his eyes, wiping it away. He then stood up, pulling me with him. His hand rested on the small of my back, never leaving it's spot there.
"This is a most unfortunate situation. Two deputies dead and you." Damon said pointing to a guilty looking sheriff. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You won't tell anyone, will you? Mom?" Caroline asked. The sheriff said nothing. "Mom? Please."
I felt my heart reach out to Caroline. The sheriff hadn't looked at her daughter since she had found out Caroline's little secret. I couldn't imagine my mom not being able to look at me, a look of hatred every time she thought about me.
"Look, I know that we don't get along and that you hate me but I'm your daughter and you'll do this for me, right?" Caroline asked. She again did not respond. "Mom, please. He will kill you."
"Then kill me." Sheriff Forbes said. I gripped at Damon's shirt, silently pleading with him not to do so.
"No!" Caroline yelled.
"I can't take this." She said, tears in her eyes. "Kill me now."
I gripped tighter at Damon's shirt, but he maneuvered out of my grip easily. He sped up to the sheriff and gripped her upper arms.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Caroline begged him. Stefan along with Elena then protested. Damon's back was to me, so I could not see his expression. I took a step toward him, not afraid of him what so ever.
"Damon, don't." I begged quietly. He turned, looking at me over his shoulder. I remembered begging him not to kill Caroline, and how he was going to do it regardless of what I said. But I could see by his face that he had no intentions of killing Caroline's mother.
"Relax guys." Damon said, looking mostly at me. "No one is killing anybody."
The tension in the room immediately relaxed. I silently thanked him, but I should have known he wouldn't have killed her. Damon considered Liz his friend, and Damon wouldn't kill his friend.
"We've got to clean this up." Damon said, looking at the bloodless deputies on the floor. I cringed.
After the mess was cleaned up we took the sheriff to the boarding house. They needed to get the vervain out of her system so they could compel her to forget. Damon said that it would take about three days. I felt bad for her, the fact that she had to be locked up for days, knowing that she was going to forget everything. But the look on her face told me that it would probably be for the best. She wouldn't speak to Caroline, or even look at her for that matter. She needed to forget, that way she could still have a relationship with Caroline.
While Damon was dealing with Liz I travelled up the stairs and into Damon's room. It was getting dark now, and I was getting really tired. I yawned, sitting down on his bed. His room never seemed to change, nothing was ever out of place. I wondered if he had his books in a certain order, if they were arranged alphabetically by title or by author maybe. I yawned once more, flopping back on his bed. It was really soft, and if I had closed my eyes for a few minutes I probably would have fallen asleep.
"I would enjoy this a lot more if you were naked."
I jumped, my eyes flashing over to the door. Damon was smirking as he entered, closing the door behind him. I shivered as it softly clicked shut. I didn't move as he stalked dangerously over to where I lay. I didn't want to show how nervous I was at the fact I was alone with him in his bedroom, but I was sure my pounding heard gave it away. I felt the shift of the bed as he kneeled over me. I felt the heat of a blush rise on my cheeks as he placed both hands on either side of my head.
"Hi." I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. He chuckled.
"Hi pretty girl." He whispered, and I felt his knees on either side of my left leg. I gulped as he leaned forward. He then captured my lips in a sweet, and gentle kiss. It was nice, compared to our usual hot and passionate kisses. But he pulled away too soon, and I found myself unsatisfied. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him back to me.
This time the kiss was heated, much like the ones we had before. He didn't seem to mind, actually amused that I had been the one to instigate the kiss. One of his hands stayed by my head, while the other trailed down my side and rested on my waist. I was becoming more and more confident with him the longer we stayed this way. I moved one of my hands into his hair, knotting in the raven locks. While the other hand trailed down his back and then to the front. I very gently touched his stomach, feeling his developed abs beneath his thin shirt. Timidly, I slipped my hand under his shirt, giving myself better access to his chiseled chest.
He smiled into the kiss, not stopping me as I felt underneath the fabric. Suddenly, he pulled back causing me to whimper at the loss of contact. He smirked down at me, beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt. I felt my heart stutter.
"Let me help you with that." He said, letting the shirt fall from his arms. My eyes scanned his frame, not finding any flaw in sight. How could someone be so perfect? It was like he was a god.
He took my lips hastily. I boldly continued my assault upon his magnificent body. I had never felt like this before, this need to get as close to him as possible. How could I ever live without this? Without him?
Ring
My eyes snapped open, hearing my ringtone and the vibration in my front pocket. Damon didn't seem to notice, or if he did he ignored it completely. It rang again and I pushed him back. He complied albeit unhappily, pouting when he pulled back.
"I'm going to snap that thing in half." Damon muttered. I rolled my eyes and pulled the phone out of my pocket. I flipped it open and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked, not bothering to look at the ID.
"Hey baby." My mom's voice rang through my ear. "Having fun?"
"Yes we are." Damon whispered in my ear as he began to kiss my neck. I had to hold back a moan so as to not alert my mother of exactly what her "baby" was doing.
"Yeah." I replied simply. I bit my bottom lip as he sucked at the sensitive skin. He knew what he was doing, and that I was struggling to keep my mouth shut. He probably enjoyed it, the sick bastard.
"Are you staying at Elena's tonight?" Mom asked. I nodded and then upon realizing she couldn't see me I told her that I was. "Give me a call tomorrow then."
"Ok." I replied, this sounding much too breathy for my liking. Damon chuckled against my skin and I resisted the urge to knee him in the gut.
"Alright sweetie, goodnight." Mom said. "Also, tell Damon I said hello."
"Hello Lauren!" Damon called. I quickly shut the phone, mortified at how quickly she had found out who I was with. I smacked Damon for having the nerve to confirm that I was in fact with Damon and not with Elena.
"Why would you do that?" I asked him, eyes wide. He smirked down at me.
"Couldn't help it." He shrugged, diving his hand into my hair to continue our kiss. It wasn't until I felt his fingers dance across my bare belly that I realized where this was going. Panic rose in my gut, forcing me to pull back from him. "Whats wrong?"
"I-I can't." I stuttered. Damon furrowed his brows. "I just-"
"It's ok." Damon said, his eyes staring deep into mine. "I'm not going to make you do anything you are uncomfortable with."
My heart skipped a beat. This was something girls dreamed of hearing, and here I was listening to the words come right out of his mouth. He understood, and he was ok with the fact that I wasn't ready for that step. It made me feel all giddy inside.
I watched as he rose from the bed, going to his closet. He rummaged around for a bit before he got what he was looking for and turned around. He tossed a dark colored cotton t-shirt my way, and I sloppily caught it.
"Y-you want me to stay?" I stammered, surprised at the notion. He turned and gave me an incredulous look.
"I always want you to stay." He said sincerely. I slowly smiled, my muscles moving on their own accord. Without even having to be told, Damon turned around waiting for me to change. I stripped of my jeans and shirt, folding them on the bed. I then pulled the shirt over my head. It was big on me, coming down to my mid-thigh. I shifted a bit, not used to the length.
"I'm decent." I told him. He whipped around eyes trailing my body. I swallowed hard, looking down at the floor. I could hear his footsteps slowly walking toward me, and when he reached me he cupped my cheek in his hand. I looked up and met his gaze.
"Beautiful." He whispered, so low I could barely hear it. I shivered as his hand fisted in his shirt, pulling me to him. He then kissed my cheek, so tender and sweet. I wanted nothing more than to just stand there forever, never leaving the safety and security of his arms.
He took my hand, leading me back to the bed. He pulled back the covers, allowing me to slip in first and then he followed. I had never slept in the same bed as a man, let alone Damon Salvatore. It was nerve wracking, but with Damon it felt so right. I nestled into his soft pillows pulling the blanket up under my arm pit. I then turned over on my side to see him staring at me. He didn't speak, he just pulled me to him so that I was pressed up against him. I laid my head into the crook of his neck, my sleepiness taking over.
"Mine." Damon said possessively. I pulled back then, catching his gaze once more.
"If I'm yours…" I said. "You have to be mine."
He was quiet, eyes boring into mine. I felt my heartbeat race. I knew that he wasn't into commitment, but if this was going to work he needed to give me something, anything. I didn't need a marriage proposal. I just needed to know that he was as invested as I was. I waited for a very long time, never looking away from him.
"Ok." He finally said. "Night pretty girl."