Chapter 2: 'That's just what gangsters do'
Elena looked up at the large building in front of her, its roof touched the sky. A big tall and grey building stood in front of her, the large wooden doors were framed with a thick stone exterior and large windows were all over the length of the building. A door man was standing in an all black uniform. Elena could see the guards too, located strategically. She could recall Damon's words.
"There is a ring there, a beautiful pink diamond, half the size of your thumb." He spoke tracing the image of the ring on a paper, Elena raised a brow, sitting down near him by the bar stool, "It is not for sale. It's reserved for a woman of the Besnier family. It would be there up till the next week, so it's surrounded by plenty of security. I want that ring." He ended turning his head to look at her, "Can you do it?"
"Yes. It's a bit different than what I do though." She said a bit hesitant. He chuckled darkly looking away, "That's to give you a wake-up call. You can back off."
"No." She said determined and took the sketch from his hand, "I can do it."
"Really? Can you?" he said in a condescending manner and leaned forward, zeroing in on her, "You might have to jump from a 180 m building. Don't think it's easy." He waved his finger in front of her, she frowned, "I can't jump."
"Oh." He feigned being upset. But to his annoyance, a smirk spread across her lips, "But I'll manage. Consider it done."
She would say she had dressed the part, wearing a long elegant white dress and her hair half up, pinned by a rhinestone clip. One thing didn't go with her outfit and that was her necklace. Her dad had given her that when she turned thirteen. A blue gem at the base of which were three diamonds, like an upside-down crown, she couldn't believe she had been forced to sell it at one point, now it would always be with her.
Clutching it for a second, she wore her black Birkin bag and headed inside. She tried to act like she belonged, asking for various items that she had been searching up all night. A consultant soon found her and realizing that she was willing to spend a lot, she seemed to have attracted the attention of the manager as well, "Are you shopping for yourself, ma'am? Or is it a gift?" the man asked.
Elena looked at him from up to down, he looked like a damn model, dressed in a white suit. His hair was a shade between brown and blonde. His eyes emerald green. "Myself of course. I saw the new campaign on the TV. Just wanted to see if anything is worth my money." Her voice sultry which was not her usually, she boldly forwarded her hand in a greeting, "Katherine, Miss Katherine Pierce."
The man seemed compelled, he held her hand gently, "I'll definitely make sure you find something you like."
Elena gave him a flirty look, "I think I already have."
She could see she had caught him off guard, he seemed smitten in an instant. Elena had to put a gold star on her imaginary score board as he led her to the more expensive and personal collections after just a few moments of flirting, poor men, she thought. If only they didn't let their dick get in the way of their job but better for her, right?
"This was our best seller last year, even a lot of celebrities wore it." He said showing her a ring that had a flashing diamond on it, Elena huffed, "Mister Stefaan, do I look like someone who would wear something everyone owns?"
He looked at her for a second before shaking his head, "Of course not." Her Katherine alter had that spoiled millionaire hottie personality and she was channeling it well.
"Good, I am more into colourful diamonds, can you show me something in that? I would love something green maybe, something similar to the colour of your eyes." She said in a breathy voice. He led her to his office, it was working, he looked like he had hearts in his eyes, Elena boldly chose his seat to sit as he brought out a few boxes of jewellery, he dragged a second chair, showing her the pieces, "This would look beautiful on your hand. We just made two pieces of these. This is the last one."
She gasped looking at the beautiful dark green gem surrounded by several sparkling diamonds, she put her hand in his palm and he wore it to her, "It's one of a kind, Miss Pierce, like yourself."
"Call me Kat, I insist." She said not pulling her hand back from his palm, "And it's so not one of a kind, you just mentioned you made two pieces. Do you have anything a bit small, like very subtle but very different? I heard about some pink diamonds."
"Oh yeah." He looked up as if he just remembered, "We have this one ring here but it's already booked."
"What?" she feigned being upset, "Oh no."
"Hey, no need to worry, I'll put the word out and maybe we can get a replica, the original is a bit old so it's very expensive." He assured, she was quiet for a while just looking at her hand and pouting, "Can I at least try it?" she batted her lashes at him and she knew he instantly was at her mercy, "Definitely. Wait I'll get it." As he got up, Elena reached into her bag and pulled out her compact, with the mirror she could see he was standing at the other end of the room, putting a code into a locker behind some books, she narrowed her eyes, memorizing how he was using his fingers she could put a bet on what numbers be punched in, she took out her mobile phone and saved the combination in it. Stefan came back and sat down next to her, "I wish I could give this to you."
Elena sighed, "Hey I understand, it's your job."
He wore the ring to her and stroked the top of her hand, then tapping the diamond, "Do you want me to order a replica for you?" she raised a brow to which he said, "Of course you won't wear a replica." He said looking away like he already knew everything about her, "Do you want to try on another collection?"
She bit her lip looking down at their hands, "yeah, I think I do."
"Great. I'll just keep this back." He waited for her to take off the ring.
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When Damon walked into his apartment after a run, he almost jumped seeing Elena in the living room, a map in front of her, which he knew was the building plan, "What is this? What are you doing here?"
She looked up from the plan and raised a brow, "Working. I am going in a few hours and I need a bit of your help."
"My help?" he asked as if that was absurd, "Why would I help you at something I want you to fail at." He said as he walked to the fridge and got himself a bottle of water, she followed him, "I am not telling you to go with me. Just help me figure out an escape."
He looked aside as if busy figuring out, "oh yeah, look this is what you have to do, I can't help you cheat on my test, can I?"
Elena rubbed her hands in enthusiasm as he put the bottle on the counter.
"Walk out of my apartment and go to hell." He said as he picked up the bottle and walked out of the kitchen, Elena pursed her lips, "This is like my breakthrough physical burglary, you have to help DS."
"I don't 'have' to help." He sat down on his couch, "but I know you'll irritate me till I kill myself so go ahead."
She handed him a map and sat beside him. "This is the entrance, of course I can never make it from there so then there is the emergency exit, there are guards there, roof is an escape." She casually put her arm around his shoulder, "I was thinking a back window but I have to arrange something for the landing and, of course, I need to hire some help for the run."
"Hiring help is the biggest mistake you could make; it means trusting another person with your identity, a good thief is self-dependent," He pointed out, "Fine, if you can manage to escape, I'd wait down there but you still need the ring's accurate location."
"Yes, the system they are using would alert the security in maximum two minutes and forty seconds, lock all windows and doors." She sighed turning her head to look at him, "But I already found the ring."
"How? It wasn't for sale." He narrowed his eyes on her before he realized, "So you got yourself a boy toy." He rolled his eyes, "Or did you hire a woman for that too."
"No, I did it myself, don't you think I could pull it off, being attractive?" she raised a brow, "Or flirting?" she licked at her lower lip and he looked down at those plump lips for a second before lifting her arm off him like she had offended him with her casually putting that on his shoulder, "When do you leave?"
She took her jacket off; the creamy skin of her back was gradually revealed.
"In a few hours." A surge of lust swept through him as he watched the provocative way her hips swayed as she walked around the map, leaning down to make some check points, "That ring is pretty expensive, 32 million."
"Good thing you'll get it for me." He said sitting back on the couch, frowning at his thoughts now, he took a deep breathe, clearing his mind of distracting thoughts, she looked up, "Do I get a share?"
He shook his head, "That won't be sold."
She huffed and got back to work. Damon saw as she strategically drew the lines for her exit, just like him she was timing every second of her time before the alarm will ring. Calculating the distance and deducting the time for any hurdles. He looked down at her calculations, "Hmm, so your time is about 80 seconds. Before the alarm goes off."
She nodded, "yes I need to go two floors up from the manager's office, by the staircase. I can sprint and get there but then I only have half a minute to jump through."
He grinned at her troubled expression, "You forgot to count in 40 seconds." She wasn't a genius after all.
"What?" she raised a brow, he pointed to the emergency escape, "Sabotage the system there, time it near when you'd break in, the security would rush there first, you get forty more seconds."
She looked down at the map and recalculated her break in and almost jumped with excitement, "Yes!"
He shrugged, "Thank me later." Her eyes looked up at him and she commented "Someone wants to be partners, huh?"
He rolled his eyes, "I figured it would be entertaining to see you fail regardless of all the help."
She didn't get offended; she was so used to it by now and obviously as long as he was helping it was fine.
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True to his word, Elena could see a dark blue Bugatti Veyron parked near the building, despite his apartment being minimalistic, she knew he had a liking for cars. He changed them like clothes. She spoke into her ear piece, "Can you time me?"
"Should I braid your hair as well." She heard his snarky voice boom into her ear.
"I need to run; it wouldn't kill you to time me."
She heard a cruel laugh on the other end, "God you're stupid, do you not think I'd time you wrong and you'd get caught, you trust prettttty easy." He criticized. Elena looked around the back way for any guards before she started climbing up a pipe. It was dark and she had already disabled the cameras outside. Sneakily she climbed in the small balcony of the third floor and hurriedly took the stairs up, she got to the emergency exit and spit out the chewing gum in her mouth to her hand. She stuck it over the alarm and set a tiny smoke bomb to it which she could set with her little remote to go off when she wanted, which was when the alarm from the manager's room would go off.
Then she carefully went downstairs, about 37 floors down was the manager's room, it was two in the night as she stood before the locked office. Thankfully, her boy toy had touched the shiny surface of her bag a few times and she had extracted his finger print on a clear slide, pressing it to the door it opened. Elena went into the office and quickly walked towards the shelf with the locker, she put in the number she had memorized and contemplated if it was the correct code.
"What? Do it" she could hear the anger in Damon's voice as if he had sensed her hesitation. Her hand shivered, "Maybe the code's wrong. It's a digit short."
"Fuck! Just take a shot." He said unable to contain his excitement anymore.
"No, I do it wrong and the door gets locked on me." She snarled, "Just let me think." She closed her eyes trying to remember the way Stefan's hand had moved, 'extreme right up, 1. Down 7, extreme right down 9.' She re wrote the code and realised the missing number could be either 5 or 8.
"It's either five or eight." She said into the ear piece. Damon quickly said, "It's 5, do 5."
"what? How do you know?" she asked a bit angry that he was guessing and risking her life. Damon groaned in annoyance, "He's using odd numbers, he likes odd fucking numbers just press five."
Elena took a deep breath and closed her eyes pressing the button. When the locker unlocked, a sigh of relief left her, she quickly grabbed the box of the ring and closed the locked, pulling out her remote, she pressed the button for the smoke bomb before running out.
Damon could hear her racing breath and the loud alarm in the back, "I trust no one, Damon." She continued their conversation casually as if they were taking a stroll in a garden and discussing their life.
He looked outside his car window, the guards had started running up, he got the car out of parking, "Oh yeah? Then why did you trust me to time you?"
"Because." Her voice was in between pants, "You aren't selling the ring, you want it. If I get caught, you lose it." She chuckled. "I don't expect kindness, comradeship or friendship from you. I am a tool you want. I am a tool that you'll like to use,"
He gripped the wheel at her warn. He didn't like it when she got into his head like that. "You have sixty-four seconds."
Elena ran over to the staircase. Her breath got caught and her body nearly gave up when she saw a guard running down the stairs, not giving it a second thought she lunged for the window and gripped the pipe outside it her shoulder had hit the wall causing her to wince. As soon as she saw the guard go, she hopped back in, running up the final floor, till she figured she got to the safest window, her all black suit was suffocating her as she pushed through the space in the window and gripped the frame from the outside, the air hit her face and the height was making her puke. She was way too high, she closed her eyes as she gripped the pipe and began pushing her body down, the windows around her snapped shut, the alarm had closed everything, she heard Damon's voice in her ear piece, "Twenty seconds before they run down from the emergency exit."
She realized she was about seven floors still up; the distance was making her shriek. "Oh God!" she said looking down and trying to slip down safely.
"twelve seconds." His voice warned
"I am dead, so fucking dead." She whispered. "I am parked, just jump! You're three floors up, it's not that high." He looked from his binoculars,"
He got out of his car. She looked down to see him and shook her head, "10 seconds." She heard his voice, "Close your eyes, push against the wall and jump." He instructed. Not seeing an alternative, Elena jumped, however before he could do anything to prevent her injury, she flipped and kicked against the wall, landing on the ground with perfect ease, she gasped, "Did you see that?" impressed at her jump
"It's not a fucking talent show, idiot, get in the car!" he scolded as he ran to his side and she quickly jumped in. He drove away so fast as if he hadn't stopped there. This girl was sooo not going to be on his team.
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It was good while later when she felt like her legs weren't as okay as she thought. Now they really hurt and she had a big bruise on her shoulder. She was at his apartment, lying down on the couch, she had only removed her mask and then laid back, they had driven in circles for three hours before coming back, Elena realized that her future partner was way too boring, he didn't let her play any songs and he didn't want to talk as well. So, all they did was drive.
About thirty minutes later, he walked out of the kitchen towards the living room. He gave her a heating pad and a coffee, "Here."
She nodded her head in appreciation, taking it from him and sat up a bit, he put his arm around her and for a second Elena thought he was helping her up but nope, he just needed to take her bag, he unzipped her bag and took out the jewelry box, he opened and checked the ring, taking it out and inspecting it, once assured he put it back in the box, "This is it."
Elena held up her hand as if asking for a high five, he ignored her and walked back to his room and closed the door behind her. She rolled her eyes, "Psycho." She slipped back down and rolled over, the door opened again and she looked over her shoulder as he stood at the door frame, "After you recover, just show yourself out."
She huffed, "Okay. Uh, so, when do you want to go visit the museum again. I have to show you a few things."
There were a few moments of silence before she heard his voice, "I am not working with you."
The words really riled her up, she sat up instantly, "What? You said if I do the job-"
"According to my standards." He reminded her she got up from the couch, "Fuck your standards! You wanted me to do the job and I did!" she snarled, walking up to him. "If you don't include me in this, I am going to the police. I don't care if I get caught, there is no way I am letting you fly away with 250 million dollars like that."
He cocked his head to the side at her warn, "You're hurt and in no position to argue or fight me."
Her eyes looked like pure rage, "You hid the ring, didn't you?"
He raised a brow as she pushed his side and stormed into his bedroom, "Where is it? Where is it!" she shouted as she started flipping the pillows over and pulled the mattress up, she felt his strong arms lock around her waist and pull her up, she fell against the mattress under him, he towered over her, his finger poking into the tip of her nose, "Stop!" she could feel as he rested his knee on her belly to keep her from moving, "You said you'd leave if you did a shit job, you did a shit job!" he barked, "You were three seconds away from being caught."
Her teeth were clenched. "I did what you asked me to! It was my first time jumping down a fucking building what did you expect?"
"You said you were better than me." His voice a bit low but still dripping with danger, she gulped, "I am better." She didn't flinch when his face got closer, his eyes looking like murderer as his hand slid down to her throat, "It angers you." She said as if a revelation, "You know I am good at what I do and your brain says it would be logical to get me on the team but then your ego comes in the way." She panted feeling his thumb dig into her jugular, her eyes widened as he said, "Your necklace, you lost it." He said as he pulled back and walked out in a flash. She sat up and touched her throat, yes it was gone, her heart sank. Where did she drop it? She got up and went outside, he was pouring himself whiskey when she rushed to the counter, "Where did I drop it? Where is my necklace." She asked desperately. Feeling every shred of her childhood being torn, he didn't look at her, "You didn't have it when you jumped."
"I dropped it there." She gasped.
He raised a brow, "Perfect thief, the mistakes are endless. Now you've given them a clue."
"I am going back." She said not thinking, he frowned, what was she? Insane? He got up and held her arm pulling her in front of him, "I thought you had a brain behind that thick skull. You go there, you're caught! Boom."
"I don't care! Why should I care, you're the one who got the ring, you're probably going to get the diamonds and I lost everything that meant something to me." She spat out of control. He bit the inside of his cheek, "It's probably already in police custody as evidence, don't go back."
"Watch me." She gritted her teeth, pulling her arm from his hold and heading for the door when she heard him, "Stop, Elena. Let's talk about this." His voice most civil she had heard up till now, "There's nothing you'd say that would convince me." Her voice harsh
"Nothing? What If I propose you a 50-50 on the diamonds?" He said in a serious tone, Elena could hear him step closer, 150 million wasn't a bad deal. He held her arm and turned her around to face him, "150, you don't make a stupid move."
She hissed, "Or 150 for me to help you? Why won't you accept it? You need me."
"Believe what you want." He said leaving her arm, "Deal?"
She took in a deep breath, it wasn't a bad deal, she would never be able to pull it off alone, besides if she went back, she would most definitely be caught, she started thinking logically, "Deal." When she tuned around to leave, he stepped forward and placed his hand against the door trapping her, "You can't leave."
"Why?" she asked with a frown. How could he let her go, when she had just threatened him a few moments ago, "A person who trusts no one should likely be not be trusted." He said in a sound above a whisper but she heard it, she tuned around to look at him, his blue eyes cold and icy, she bit her lip thinking what to do, why would she want to stay here like a prisoner, "You won't hurt me." She said like it was a condition.
He nodded agreeing.
"I have a few conditions," She stopped him in his tracks.
"What?" He turned toward her, towering her again.
"The diamond burglary plan, I would have as much say in it as you." She said in a challenging tone.
"I would make the escape plan and I'll guard the goods," she added. "These are my conditions."
"I reject them all," he replied, rolling his eyes.
Her lips parted, "Okay, fine."
He turned around, and tried to suppress a smile.
"But I will have a 25 percent say in the plan,"
She could see him clenching his fists at the side of her head by the door but she stayed firm. "Fine you can have a say."
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The apartment wasn't that bad after all. It was big enough for the two of them. She took the guest room and remembered to lock the door in every way possible before throwing herself on the bed, tonight had been exhausting.
Damon was sitting against his headboard, looking at the ring, telling himself he was just checking the clarity of the diamond but in actual he was just looking at it, once this had been on a very beautiful hand. It would always belong to that hand. He would never lose it again.
When he woke up in the morning, he had forgotten that that nuisance of a girl was in his apartment. He went outside to see her walking around in the kitchen, wearing a big grey shirt and her hair in a rough bun, her glasses on her face, "Where's the normal milk? I want a creamy coffee."
He was surprised at the audacity of her demanding stuff like she was at a hotel, "What are you wearing?" he was suddenly taking notice of the shirt, it looked familiar oh yes, because it was his, "Saw it in the basket." She shrugged.
"That was for laundry, why are you so disgusting?" he asked with a scrunched-up face, she gasped before pinching the shirt and bringing it up to her nose, sniffing it, "Doesn't smell that bad."
Damon palmed his face, "You're gonna make me puke. I worked out in this."
"Dude I should be the one grossed out, it's your sweat and stuff. We're all human, get over it." She said as she walked to the fridge. She heard him leave before he came back and held out a black button up, "Ok, never call me dude. And secondly, take a fucking shower and change."
She seemed annoyed at this germophobe as she looked at him, "I won't take a shower."
"I'll buy you a creamy coffee, please get in the shower." He requested, Elena chuckled seeing him borderline begged her to clean upwell well, she finally had the reins.
Without a pause, boldly, she took off her shirt. She was now standing in lace bra and boy shorts in front of him.
His eyes moved lower and he would swear that he could see a darker sphere where her nipple should be. Was she doing this on purpose? Had she worn that flimsy, white barely there, lace bra to make his mind muddle?
"Bossy my ass. I'll be in the shower. Feel free to get me a muffin as well." She smirked.
He looked away, a bit flustered, since she'd taken him by surprise.
He spoke after taking a deep breathe, clearing his mind, "And you feel free to use the soap."
She fulfilled her promise by taking a long shower, her shoulder was still sore and hurting but her legs were starting to get better, when she got out, she quickly put on the button up, she had to soon go and grab some clothes for herself too. The button up did a pretty good job at covering her. Like promised when she went into the kitchen, her coffee was on the counter, with a plain muffin.
'Not even a chocolate one.' She thought sitting down on the stool and started eating it, "DS!" she called after a moment, she saw an annoyed Damon walking out his room, "What?"
"Do you have any pain relief creams or something?" she said pressing her shoulder, he huffed turning around, "I am not your nanny, eat your breakfast and get ready, we're going to check the museum."
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To other people they might look like a pair of friends visiting the museum. While Elena was scanning every corner with her calculating eyes, Damon was clicking pictures with the tiny cameras installed in Elena's bag. Elena was taking selfies with her phone trying to get a clear picture of the background, "Can you please smile, Derek."
She had been calling him weird names after he forbade her to call her Damon, "Don't call me that."
"Okay Danny." She said clicking picture of them together, he clutched her wrist, "Listen-" he didn't want to be in pictures with her.
She interrupted with a whisper, "Don't be so mean, people would think you're my abusive boyfriend or something." He frowned at the words, abusive? He left her hand, as If she was a damsel in distress. She was far too manipulative, cunning, evil and calculative for that look. But there was something about her. Why the hell did she infuriate him so much, was she right? Was she better, did he subconsciously think he needed her on the plan?
Nope.
When she noticed him continuously looking at her, she pretended to blush, "God, take a picture already." She tugged at the skirt of her red floral dress that he had gotten her about three hours ago.
He was so done with her, how could she act like this all the time, this excitement, this humour, he knew it was a mask but God damn she was committed to it, how could she be a crook and not be miserable? That just didn't add up. She looked like a nice girl. He thought, if she hadn't threatened him so many times, he'd label her as harmless. She was smart and brave. But the thing which bugged him was she was so over confident, he could easily appreciate her If she didn't challenge him after every two seconds.
Later when they were back at the house, he asked her, "So what did you figure out?"
She sat down on the stool, looking a bit tense as she held her head in her hands, "There isn't a laser system, not even one. It means they have installed something incredible; I saw some sensors and some un-usual vents but I don't know what those are for, I need some time."
So, she was telling him that walking around two hours with this exhausting creature had no positive outcomes? "I'll give you ten seconds."
"Damon." She rarely said his name but when she said it, it sounded like it was serious, "We need to be careful. This can end up very badly for the both of us."
She sounded so serious that he didn't say anything, she got up and went to the guest room, they had picked up some pain reliever cream, she had left it on the kitchen counter. With a tired sigh, he picked it up and went after her, going in without knocking, there she was with her dress half way unzipped reaching for the back. On seeing him, she let out a small shriek, "I am changing."
"Going." He said rolling his eyes but she stopped him, "Hey, can you get my zip, I can't reach." he looked back for a second and she was looking at him over her shoulder. He walked back and his gaze set on her eyes as he pulled the zip down with one quick move and kept the pain relief tube on the bed. "You forgot this outside, just keep your shoulder warm after this." He instructed, she nodded and mouthed a thanks.
He walked out but as he was closing the door to her room he saw her struggling with massaging the cream over her shoulder, her back almost naked, he could see the small dimples at the base of her spine. A hypnotic sensation took over him seeing her that way, like a siren was calling to him specifically, he walked back to her Her breath hitched when she felt his touch on her shoulder. He moved her hand away, taking the tube from her hand and squeezing out some. She didn't protest as his hand started massaging the lavender bruise that stained her shoulder. She didn't realize she was leaning her head back, purring "Mmm that feels good."
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as she leaned against him. His hand moved to her neck, his fingers putting minimum pressure there but it felt amazing. She didn't tell him that it didn't hurt there but after a minute, he stopped. She realized she was almost pressed up against him, taking a step ahead she made some space between them, "Thank you."
Her voice soft, she turned her head towards him slightly, his dark brows were a bit furrowed. His blue eyes didn't look icy as always, they looked a bit- dark with desire. Was she just seeing things or what? Before she could even test that theory, he walked out of there, leaving her confused.
What was he thinking again? Why did he have to go back in? It's just her skin was begging to be touched. He thought. And that wasn't a thought he had often. He didn't want to be attracted to her at all.
No! No! No! One, it was completely against the rules, he didn't ever mix business and pleasure and two, she was the devil incarnate. He was never going to fall for her, girls like her could manipulate anyone at any moment.
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"How's your back?" he asked.
"Better,"
"So fragile. I am having second thoughts about you again,"
Elena had to suppress back a snarky remark, she didn't want to always fight, seeing her not talking anymore, he decided he would start the conversation, "How did you break into my house the other day?"
She raised her brows, "It wasn't that hard, just that boxing place you go to, followed you there and I saw you put your apartment keys in the locker, so I got myself a copy of your keys."
She followed him to that place? As much as he was impressed by the thinking, he was mad at himself for not spotting her earlier, "You're so creepy." He muttered. Elena grinned at the comment, "Your judgement is so surprising, you're a thief."
"Yes but,"
"No buts DS, I already told you, I take my jobs seriously, I had to follow you."
"Stalk me." He corrected her, she laughed for a brief moment, "Stalk you? That's a strong word, see stalking entails that I stole your tooth picks from the trash or got your finger prints from the glass at the bar you drink at."
There was a brief silence before Damon's face scrunched up, "You did both of those, didn't you?"
She just made him even more uncomfortable then he was, seeing the success she had a proud smirk, "Just to check if you were on criminal record."
"And?"
"You weren't." Her smirk gone, it was a bit surprising how he never got caught, not even a speeding ticket.
"Do you have a criminal record?" he asked, he didn't remember that part of his audition.
"Do I look like I have a criminal record?" her voice just a tad bit snarky.
Well looking at her he wouldn't say she had one, wearing a black round neck T-Shirt of his with her black tights, her hair in a ponytail and her face had not even an ounce of makeup on with those huge glasses.
But appearances were so deceptive. "Hm. Classic. Answering a question, with a question." He thought. She was good at hiding her identity in a way.
"No." He still was confused. "So, did they teach you stalking in high school or was it something you were naturally good at." His voice laced with criticism, she chuckled, "I was actually. I stalked a lot of guys in high school though. Then the idea presented itself, why not do this professionally."
"Aww did you not get anyone's attention?" he feigned pity. She ate the last of her bowl and shook her head, "That's what stalking is about, I choose when I want attention." Her eyes a bit darker than usual, "Besides I have what the other girls will never have."
"Let me guess." He said eagerly, "A life." His tone sarcastic, she got up and took her dishes towards the sink, "Money, and lots of evil to get more money."
"Anyone can be a thief, Elena." He said picking up his plate and following her there, "I disagree, it takes a whole lot of fucked up to snatch from another person's hand. You would know that Damon." She said confidently as If she knew everything about him, he knew she couldn't possibly know his past, that was buried, "What does that mean?"
She was pretty proud of herself to have left him speechless, "You know what I mean. Your life went in shambles, you needed to control, you needed purpose because the other alternative was confrontation, you hate that, don't you?" he knew she didn't ask, she said. She talked as if he was the most predictable human being on the planet and that just made him so angry that she thought she could peek through his high stony walls.
It looked like she had hit him with something he didn't want to remember. He just walked out of the kitchen; she heard the door to the apartment slam after he went out.
Elena shook her head at his behavior, she knew she had made him think about something that he was trying to move on from. After cleaning up the dishes, she just got herself the frozen yogurt from the freezer, 'Fat free' she groaned at the lame choice but picking up a spoon, went to sit on the couch. She turned on the TV and began changing channels to find something worth watching when a certain channel got her attention.
'An attempted burglary at the museum. The culprit on a police chase.' The reporters were talking about how the most priced items for an auction were now safe. What surprised Elena was that the thief had tried to use a smoke bomb and there had been a chewing gum found on the basic alarm on the roof. Someone copied her robbery style for the red diamonds? The diamonds had been relocated, shit. Her plan was fucked. The diamonds were gone.
Damon was going to be pissed.
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Thank you so much for reading xx
Please review, your reviews is basically why the story is being updated.
I hope you like this reserved, cool minded Damon and a very bold and confident Elena filled with nuisance.
To answer one of the reviewers, actually the story that you defined is very heist story ever. No. I assure you, this story is going to be very different than what you've read so far. This story isn't inspired from any movie at all, it's just a product of my disturbed imagination after watching too many crime documentaries.
Title credits: Gangsta, Kehlani
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