Chapter 2: 'I define it love'
"Oh my God! Not like the Mystal," Elena said as she stood near the blonde boy helping him with the dissection.
"Sorry, Elena. It's just, ugh, I hate Anatomy." Mistral replied.
"Well, Sweetie. You have to take this class to pass or you will be out of this college before you say. Holy Mother of God… Olivia, seriously. Don't cut it like that, you will hurt yourself, I swear Professor Williams will fire me if you guys keep playing with this stuff," Elena said as she rushed toward the red head girl.
"Chillax, Lena, he is totally smitten by you. I doubt he will say anything today, you are after all wearing his favorite color," Olivia replied with a giggle as Elena blushed.
"How many times do I have to tell you. There is nothing going on between me and Stefan." Elena replied.
"Give me back those Tweezers. I swear you college kids are so annoying." Elena said as she took the tweezers from Olivia's hand.
"I thought we were friends Lena. Why is suddenly Teacher-Mode-Elena -Gilbert back. I hate that girl. We love our best gal pal slash Teacher Assistant." Minnie teased.
"Ok! Class. Enough for today. Please wash your hands before you leave and submit all tools to the lab assistant please." Elena said loudly.
In about ten minutes, when the Anatomy lab was empty, Elena started packing up.
It was Saturday, she was already late. She needed to get home, get ready for her date. The idea of dating again scared her, especially after what happened last time.
Just last night she had received a bouquet from the man she had a one night stand with just a few days ago. Caroline thought it was very cute how he'd left it on her doorstep with a card that asked her to be ready for a date.
Before she could excuse herself out of it, Caroline warned her, threatening to call her mother. Elena had no choice but to agree.
"Damon. What was his last name again?" Holy shit, she didn't even know his last name and she accepted to go on a date with him? He was a total stranger but then again if she could sleep with him she could go on a date with him too.
She smiled at the thought of him. He was extremely handsome. His baby blue eyes were his most attractive feature. He was model material. She laughed at herself. But then again, dashing guys like him are mostly players, they don't want anything to do with relationship. So she had to be careful around him.
"Elena." Her boss, Professor Stefan William's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Professor! I am almost done here, I did what you asked me to do, now they are all done with Lab Task 14 and Lab Task 15, here are there manuals (gesturing toward a pile) I graded them just like you told me too." Elena said in a serious tone, reporting him.
"Was there any problem in Lab today?" Stefan asked.
"No, Professor." Elena said.
Stefan smiled. "Great. Elena. Thank you so much. You are my best TA ever to date," Stefan complemented.
Elena blushed.
"Don't mention it." she said.
"Finally weekend, huh, any plans? Or you're going to hospital?" Stefan asked as she packed her stuff.
"No! I am not going today. I will have to do night duty tomorrow in general ward though," Elena said with a chuckle.
"Elena Gilbert took SL? Who died?" Stefan mocked.
"Ha-ha. Nothing. It's just, you know, how my mum keeps on bugging me to start dating again." She explained nervously.
"Aha…"
"Well. I'm going on a date today." she said with a smile.
"Oh." he frowned.
"So, Is this guy. Uh…are you two exclusive?" Stefan asked.
"Oh God No. He is way out of my league, not my type of guy. We're just hanging out and stuff," Elena said.
"Oh."
"yeah."
"So. If you're finally ready to start dating again, maybe, we should go out sometime?" Stefan asked.
Elena pressed her lips. Stefan asked her out in past but she politely declined telling him she wasn't ready yet to start dating again. She thought he would have forgotten about this by now. They knew each other from college. He was in his final year when she joined Pre-med program. But they hardly knew each other back then. Four months ago, they met in the hospital where she was an intern and he offered her a job. She accepted immediately because she needed money to pay for med school.
"Yeah. Umm…You know how busy I am with work and all. I'll let you know." Elena said, politely.
"Take your time." He said, annoyed.
"Let me take you home." He added.
"Oh no. You don't need to. I will take the bus." she said.
"Come on! Elena. I insist!" he said.
"No. Really. Caroline will be waiting for me. Thank you so much for the offer though." she said with a kind smile.
"Well. Next time maybe."
"Yup. Take care, Bye, have a nice weekend," she said as she left.
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Yes. It was wrong, stalking that girl. But he couldn't help it. He needed to see her. He didn't know why but he needed to. It was like she was an addiction. He bit his lower lip as he saw her come outside the campus.
She was wearing red plaid long sleeve shirt dress paired up with opaque tights and a blazer. He smirked. She looked drop dead gorgeous. And Tonight, she was going to be his. Again.
Damon noticed, how she smiled at some of girls, waving at them as she left the campus. He had been stalking her for three days now. He had almost memorized her schedule.
He knew she left for college at nine. He knew she stayed their till three. He knew how afterwards she goes back to her house for an hour and then after that she goes to a Pre-Grad college for two hours. He knew about her duty nights at the hospital.
She was now on her way to catch a bus where her friend would be waiting for her. See, he even knew that. He was amazed at the intensity of his feelings for her. No, he was OBSESSED with her.
This was wrong. He knew that. He hardly paid any attention to work anymore. Zach was so furious at him for abandoning the plan that night, he claimed that Damon had embarrassed him and he had to send back up to kill the owner of the club, but Damon didn't give a flying fuck.
He wanted the warmth of her lips again. He wanted to touch her again.
He ran his hands through his hair, almost pulling out his hair from the roots. What was wrong with him. Why was he so desperate to see her? He felt relaxed at the sight of her. He felt a strange hunger for that girl.
He followed her, slowly driving toward the direction she was headed.
His phone rang loudly.
"WHAT?" he nearly growled.
"Our clients are here. Where are you?" he heard Rose say sweetly, she was probably still with his guests. They were getting a huge weapon export contract. Shit! He forgot about that meeting.
"That was today,"
"Yes. Today at six, I reminded you two times."
"Okay. I am on my way," he replied.
"What is the matter with you these days. You hardly pay attention to work." Rose hissed quietly though.
He didn't even bother to reply and hung up on her.
With one last look at Elena he left.
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"Stefan asked you out again?" Caroline said as she did her Elena's hair.
"Yeah. I didn't say yes but I didn't say no either,"
"Lena, I think you should give him a chance he seems like a nice guy, I kinda like him. I would date him if I weren't practically married to my boyfriend who won't propose."
"You do realize that you are helping her getting ready for a date while you are convincing her to go on a date with some other guy, right?" Alaric pointed out.
Alaric Saltzman, her aunt Jenna's fiancé. After Caroline mentioned Elena's headaches to Jenna, she wasted no time in sending Alaric to 'babysit' her girls.
"It's just first date. It's not like they are exclusive or anything." Caroline replied.
"Done," Caroline said as she squealed, checking out her friend.
Elena was wearing black lace dress with sheer long sleeves paired up with opaque tights and heels. Caroline even convinced her to do makeup. Shimmery gray smokey eye makeup, a little blush on and her baby pink lip gloss.
Her long brown hairs fell on her back in loose curls.
"You look gorgeous," Caroline said as she jumped in excitement.
"Damon won't know what hit him," Caroline added.
"You look beautiful," Alaric complemented, taking a picture and sending it to Jenna right away.
"Aunt Jenna still won't believe I am going out on a date?" Elena asked, with a giggle.
"Yup, she believes this is an act to shut her up," Alaric replied with a smile as he typed.
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Damon took a deep breath as he stood on her doorstep. Why was he so nervous? All he had to do was smirk and look at her and she will start drooling like any other girl. Then why was he acting like a 14-year-old who was going to ask out head cheerleader.
He checked himself out one last time like a teenage girl before her prom. What was wrong with him. He never usually did any effort. All he had to do was show up and take the girl out but somehow he knew this was different.
He actually did an effort to look good this time not that he needed it. He settled for a button down black shirt and navy jeans paired up with black blazer. He ran his fingers through his hair making it rougher, just how women liked it. He smirked. "It's just a date…" he mumbled as he knocked on the door.
"Coming," he heard Caroline.
"Hey." she greeted with a bright smile.
"Hello." he greeted, bored.
Caroline frowned.
"Elena...!" Caroline called out.
He noticed a man standing in the hallway glaring at him. The man started walking toward the door where he was standing.
"Alaric Saltzman… Elena's uncle." he said as he offered his hand.
"Damon Salvatore," he replied, accepting the firm handshake.
"Hey." Elena said as she came out of the room.
It was like the world stopped as she smiled warmly, gracefully walking towards the door. She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Her long brown hair, radiant and shining, swishing with every step she took. No flower, no goddess could compare with beauty. He envied that beautiful dress she wore whose only function was to cover a curvy and delicious body.
"Hi!" he replied snapping out of his outrageous thoughts.
"You look gorgeous." he complemented, without thinking.
She blushed, her eyes fall down slowly, then she looked up at him. " You look dashing but that's nothing new, right?" she complemented in a naughty way. His eyes widened and then he smirked.
Alaric's cough brought them to back to reality.
"We should go," Damon said.
"Yeah." she replied.
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"Okay. Why are we going toward the beach? It's like zero degree tonight." she asked.
"Surprise," he said, he smirked.
"Okay." she said with an amused smile.
As the car stopped, he quickly opened his door and moved out, rushing to her door. He opened the door for her and offered her his hand.
She looked amused. She smiled and took his hand. "I always wanted to come on beach at night but damn it's cold," she said as she held his arm.
"It won't be cold inside." he said gesturing forward.
"A yacht date, seriously?" she asked, her eyes widened.
"You don't like it?"
"No. It's just…too much for a first date. I would have been okay with a normal restaurant," she said as he held her wrist, slowly walking toward the yacht.
"Now. I know you get sea sick so we won't be sailing" he informed.
"How do you know I get sea sick?" she asked, looking at him.
"Your friend Caroline told me " he said.
"Oh."
"You really look stunning today in this dress, black looks amazing on you" he complemented. She blushed again.
They were inside now.
"This is beautiful..." she said as her eyes widened, scanning the interior of the yacht.
"I wanted our date to be outside on the deck, but as you can see it's too cold so I arranged everything here," he said excitedly as he guided them toward the main saloon. A round table, covered in a gauzy soft looking table-cloth with a single short candle surrounded by deep red roses, in the shape of a wreath of some kind. It was in stark contrast to the white of the table dressing. There were lights strewn all around them like stars. It gave the scene a romantic ambiance.
She smiled widely, taking in everything. She noticed his gaze on her, a smile playing on his lips.
"It's amazing," she complemented.
He pulled out a chair for her, she sat down. He took the opposite chair.
"Okay, wow." she said.
He smirked, checking out her amazed expressions.
"Wine?" he offered.
"Sure."
He offered her a glass. She sipped from it.
"So, Damon. Wow…this is awkward now…I actually, I haven't dated for a while. I'm sorry I really don't know how to start," she rambled.
He smiled at her nervousness.
"I figured that much from the airport." He replied, confident now.
"Yeah…about that. I am really embarrassed now…It's just that my mum, see, as I said before, it's been awhile … I do date but not commonly …I don't just go out with everyone in sight," she said.
"Yes, you don't. You prefer kissing random people," he accused, mockingly of course, reminding her their first meeting.
"Hey, I don't okay. In my defense I was aiming for your cheek. You moved at the last second. You actually stole my kiss virginity. No wait. I did kiss before. I haven't kissed anyone in about three years so yeah you stole that," she chatted nervously.
"You were the one who jumped on me," he stated playfully.
"Damon." she warned, blushing hard now. He loved how she said his name. He immediately smiled.
"I can explain that… See my mum was bugging me a lot. She wanted me to go out with her best friend's son. Sam…and I knew she wouldn't give up until I agreed. I have been lying to her about me being in a relationship. She actually came over to visit me just so she could meet my boyfriend. But that wasn't possible because I DON'T have a BOYFRIEND…so I acted on what came in my mind that very moment and unfortunately you were the guy standing right in front of me…" she completed.
He laughed at her embarrassed looks. She frowned but then smiled.
"Okay. Why are you… like why do you not date? I mean you are extremely beautiful. It's hard to believe you are single," he asked.
"I am just very busy. I'm studying neurosurgery at Whitmore Grad School, I have a job as TA of Anatomy in a pre-grad college and I am doing internship on alternate nights in the local hospital. I don't have time to date," she explained.
"Wow. Impressive" he said. He already knew all that but he had to act that he was surprised.
"What do you do?" she asked.
His pressed his lips. Of course, he couldn't tell her that. She will run screaming if she knew he was a part of a mafia gang. But then again he had another face.
"I am Project Director at Salvatore Builders Construction co…nothing exciting," he stating.
"Salvatore. Wow…It's very difficult to score a job at that place. It's after all an international company," she said, eyes widened.
"Not at all, It's my dad's company so …"
"Wait…You're a Salvatore?" she asked, surprised.
"I am guessing I didn't tell you that…" he said with a smirk.
"Oh...cool," she said taking a sip from her drink.
There it was. That was what he was looking for. Now like all the other girls she will start drooling over him. Money did wonders.
"Oh! Explains the yacht!" she said.
"So what would you like to eat?" he asked, smiling.
"How about eggplant Parmesan?" she said looking at the menu.
"You're an eggplant girl, huh?" he asked.
"Is that bad, you don't like eggplant?" she asked, looking alarmed.
"Love it. Just taking notes" he replied.
"For what? our second date'
"I was thinking five-year anniversary," he replied.
Her eyes widened and then she blushed again for the umpteenth time. He smiled at her nervousness.
They talked about other things until there food arrived. Elena served herself. Chewing slowly. He too, took a bite, looking at her entire time.
"So, tell me why don't you date commonly?" he asked.
"I did tell you that,"
"That's not the real reason. I want to know the real reason,"
"It's not something to talk on first date," she said.
"So, when will you tell me then?" he said, impatiently.
"Ok. Damon…I was going to wait till the end of the dinner but here goes…"
She bit her lip. There it goes, her ultimate way to scare a guy away from her.
"Damon, you are an amazing guy. You are funny and smart and extremely good looking," she blushed at the last part. "But…"
"But," his eyes narrowed.
"I am… I am just not that type. I don't usually date and even if I do I don't date guys like you…" she said.
To say he was shock was an understatement. "Excuse me!" he said, eyes narrowed.
"Don't get me wrong. You are amazing and any girl would be lucky to be with you…It's just I am not just looking for a fling!" she said, nervously, cleaning her hands with a napkin.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked, a slight panic hidden his voice.
"No. No. You are perfect. This is perfect. Bit extravagant but perfect. It's just that Damon you are a Salvatore?"
"You have a problem with my family…" he asked, surprised. Did she knew about his family's history? Did she knew who he was?
"No!Oh God! No! Damon, hear me out. I belong to a small town called Mystic Falls. I belong to a normal family where all of us work to get us going in life. All of us struggle. I have heard a lot about you in news and all. You on the other hand were born with a golden spoon. I prefer dating guys who have the same background as I have." She said with a polite smile.
Oh. He thought. She was bothered because he was rich. That was… new.
"So, you have a problem with what? My status as a Salvatore?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelieve.
She pressed her lips, looking down. Sadness filled her features and he wanted nothing but to wipe it away.
"See. You're great. We just have a different mindset. Both of us want completely different things in our lives so it's better that we just stay as friends," she said, touching his hand slightly.
"Ok. What do you want in your life?" he said.
"What?"
"I want to know. What do you want in your life?"
"I…I want to settle down…" she said.
"What?" he was shocked, that was the last thing he expected her to say. This should have send him running off the other direction as fast as his legs could carry him but he wanted to hear it.
"This might sound typical to you. But I want a white picket fence ending. I want to get married, have two children and live happily with my husband for the rest of my life. I know it's weird to talk about such stuff on first date but this is what I want, but I want all of this with the right guy not just anyone." she said with a cold sigh.
"Oh…" this was all he could manage to say. Certainly marriage wasn't something he had ever considered.
"I believe there is one person for everyone out there, I know it sounds dramatic and well stupid to some people but I believe that there is always one person who you fall in love with, only one person who becomes the definition…a turning point. From the very start you just look at them and realize that you want to love them forever, you lose they win and it's not a bad thing because in the process of losing your heart you gain a person who will mean the world to you…" she said looking outside the window.
"Soul mate concept?" he asked, with a frown.
"Nope, Twin flames. One soul two bodies." she said with a beam.
"I use to babysit this little girl April Young. Her parents Mr and Mrs Young are the happiest couple in town. I loved it there with them. I realized that I wanted all that." She said with a smile.
"So! You want a big house with a pool and a garden with a tall, dark and dashing guy for a husband and two children?" he asked with a smirk, interested in conversation to his own total surprise.
"No. Not a big house. I prefer small, cozy houses with two to three rooms although a lawn wouldn't be such a bad idea. And nope I don't need tall, dark and dashing guy looks are the last thing on my list of priorities." she replied with a warm smile.
"Aha…" he argued her to continue.
"and maybe when the right time comes I'll adopt a cat too…" she said, totally lost in her conversation about her future, something only her closest friends knew she yearned. She didn't even realize she was on a first date with a guy. She felt like they had known each other for a long time.
"A cat, no way, I am allergic to cats," Damon replied making a face.
"but cats are adorable," she said, making a face.
"If we are keeping a pet it should be a dog," he said, without even realizing what he just said.
"We?"
For the first time ever, he blushed lightly realizing what he just said.
Elena giggled as he pressed his lips and looked down feeling embarrassed. He couldn't have all that. He thought. He was a monster and monsters live alone.
"It's nothing to be ashamed, deep down all of us want a happy ending…" she said with a warm smile.
He laughed nervously, looking away, cursing himself for the slip of his tongue.
'A happy ending' he thought. Yes, that would be nice. He hadn't had a family in years. He had no one. Wouldn't it be nice to have some people to love?
"At least now we know you're not a cat person?" she teased him.
"Ok…stop that." he said.
"Are you blushing?" she teased again.
"Elena," he warned, mockingly.
"Ok. This was yummy" she complemented the waiter who came back, asking them if they needed anything.
"Thank you Miss." he replied.
From the corner of her eye she saw him scowl that disappeared as soon as she looked back at him. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He didn't know what came over him. He somehow didn't like to share her attention even if it was just for a second. He wanted her all to himself.
"Do you like to dance?" he asked.
"Yeah. Sure…I took dance class ages ago for a pageant back in high school." she said.
"A beauty pageant?" he asked, impressed. Of course, Was that a surprise No! She looks like an angel who just gracefully slid down to earth.
"Miss Mystic Falls. I didn't win though; I was first runner up. My best friend Caroline did. She deserved it," She said. She talked so lovingly about her friend. He envied her best friend. No, he was jealous of her best friend now. He wanted her to talk about him in that tone that was full of love and affection.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked nervously.
She nodded with a smile. He got up, offering her, his hand. He spun her into him and held her tight, his action causing her to smack into his wide, hard chest and she gasped in surprise. His hand went down to her waist and as her hand slid to his shoulder. She looked up looking into his eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever witnessed. She shivered as his fingers trailed up and down her back in a caress.
It felt so good to have her back in his arms, so close to him. He didn't know why but he felt peace and content with her touch. He noticed her blush due to his intense gaze on her face.
Elena didn't know why but she liked his touch. Having Damon so close to her was breaking her resolve. Her heart pounded hard, exposing her. She looked up again, his blue eyes burned with intensity and passion that knocked her breathless. Suddenly, her body erupted with tingles of electricity.
The slight pink color on her cheek was driving Damon mad. He wanted nothing but to cross distance between their faces and kiss her. He wanted to do more than kissing her. He wanted her in his bed right this instant. As if she could read his desire for her, she smiled nervously.
"Are you always like this?" she asked with a giggle breaking the thick atmosphere.
"Like what?"
"This mysterious dark type of guy?" she said.
"I am not mysterious or dark, god you making me feel like I am that kinky dude from fifty shades," he said with a laugh.
"Don't flatter yourself. Christen Gray is hot!" she said as she rolled her eyes.
"So you like reading smut?" he said as he spun her around once.
"Fifty shades is not smut or porn. It's adult romance." she corrected but with slight blush.
"Whatever helps you sleep." he replied with a smirk.
"It's not porn."
"It is porn."
"Ok. Fine I like reading adult romantic novels. What do you like to read?" she asked.
"I don't read much." he said, making a face.
"Not even Harry Potter?" she asked, shocked at his revelation.
"Yeah well I might have read Harry Potter two, three, four. Five or maybe ten times…" he admitted.
She giggled.
Damn it. He loved her giggles.
"So what's your favorite book?" he asked. "Please don't say Twilight!" he added.
She laughed. "Oh! Come on! There is nothing wrong with Twilight. It's a cute book." she said.
"A vampire who sparkles? Just hand me a gun and I'll kill myself." he muttered.
She giggled. "I happen to like Twilight but my favorite book is to kill a mocking bird." she informed.
"Classic…"
"I know." she replied with a smile.
"Favorite TV show?" he asked.
"Keeping up with the Kardashians" she replied.
"What?" he immediately stopped.
"Khole is my favorite sister."
He eyed her as if she had gone mad.
"It's about pretty girls talking about salad and make up, who wouldn't like it?"
"A sane person."
"Sanity is over rated."
He let out a chuckle.
"Are you an early morning person or a late night person?" he asked, out of the blue.
"Nope, I am definitely not an early morning person. I hate getting up." she said making a face he adored.
"What about you?" she asked, looking at him, innocently.
"Early morning person…I like to jog." he replied.
"Caroline also jogs in morning, it's her thing. Me on the other hand I can't even wake up-, Oh my god! what time is it?" she asked, suddenly alarmed.
"It's almost 11!" he replied, looking at his watch.
"It's getting late. We should go" she suggested. She noticed him frown. Then he smiled again. "Just one more hour…Please." he said.
"Okay," she said with a blush. She was surprised at how much he carved her company.
"Do you want to go out…walk on beach?" he asked.
"Damon…It's December… We will probably get pneumonia or something." she said with a laugh.
"I will give you my coat." he said, one eyebrow raised.
"Okay. I have my jacket though so you should probably keep wearing yours…We don't want you sick, do we?" she said with a laugh.
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She mentally cursed herself for wearing heels as they slowly walked on the beach. She was holding his arm as they chatted about random things.
"So then I packed my stuff and here I am. My dad is still pretty mad at me for being so far away from home but my brother Jeremy visit at least once in two weeks," she told him about his family.
"I have this very over protective family and over protective best friend," she added with airy laugh.
"Of course, They are protective. Can you even blame them? Do you even realize how amazing and beautiful you are?" He said? She felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at him once before smiling and looking away so he wouldn't see how much his words affected her. He loved it when she blushed, it reminded him of how innocent she was. She looked so beautiful, pure and angelic, he felt like he'd dirty her just by touching her.
"So tell me about your family?" she asked, looking at him again now.
"Well…I live alone. My mum died when I was twelve. Then my dad remarried after a year. I have a half-brother, who lives somewhere in eastern side of this city, we aren't in touch though. My father died a few years ago. My step mother lives in Phoenix. The only other close relative I have after that is my uncle Zach who also lives in Phoenix and is the CEO of our company." He completed not smiling anymore.
"Oh…" she said, wide eyes filled with concern.
"It's Okay…Don't feel pity for me. I don't mind living alone. Actually I prefer living alone," he said.
She nodded, still with concern filled face. "What about your college? What was your major?" she asked, changing the topic.
"In Boston, Business Administration, I am a college dropout though…not a star student like you," he said looking at her smirking.
"You look bothered." He said, looking at the discomfort on her face.
"It's just, stupid heels." She laughed an airy laugh.
"Take them off I'll give you my shoes."
"No. It's okay."
"Please. I insist."
"It's okay. I have never felt my toes ever since middle school."
"How do you even wear them?"
"Because I love it." She said fondly.
"You're awfully girly." He commented.
"Is that bad?"
"No. It's perfect." He said, smiling. He like woman who loved to pamper themselves and are eager to look beautiful. Maybe because he had always seen his mother in rags, always dirty.
"Quick question games?" she suggested, changing topic again.
"Okay,"
"Red or black?"
"Isn't that obvious?" he said, eyeing her.
"Black." she answered her own question.
"NYC or LA?" she asked.
"LA." he replied with a grin.
"What things would you save if your house were on fire?" she asked looking at him.
"Is this some sort of quiz show?" he asked with husky laugh.
She narrowed her eyes. " Okay I will probably save my laptop, my imported rugs, and my cell phone" he replied with a grin.
"Imported rugs?" Her eyes narrowed.
"My rugs mean more to me than my life." He admitted.
She let out a chuckle.
"What will you save?" he added, looking at her.
"Umm. I will save my comic books, my teddy bear and my diaries," she said.
"You keep a diary?" he asked.
"You do too?"
"No. Dairies are for girls and pansies." he said like a high school jock.
"Excuse me!" she said, frowning.
He laughed. She smiled too.
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"Really? You actually cut off your dad's mustache when he was sleeping. What happened then? Was he mad at you?" he was laughing hard like he had not laughed before in his life as she told him her childhood story.
"Look! We all hated that look on him. My mum even refused to kiss him until he shaves. I was doing him a favor." she said, embarrassed.
They talked for what seemed like hours, until they stopped at a point and just looked at each other.
He took a turn now standing in front of her, holding both of her hands. The smoldering heat between them was instantaneous. She looked at him with her doe eyes and licked her lips nervously. Every drop of blood in his body rushed to his midsection and throbbing began. Elena didn't know what happened but it was as if his eyes compelled her to come closer to him. She moved closer, her hands on his chest now. As his hands snaked toward her waist he moved a little closer.
His eyes smoldered over her and his grip on her tightened as if he was afraid to let her go. Her nipples tingled in a way they never tingled before. She was surprised of how her body was reacting to him.
He leaned in as her eyes danced from his eyes to his lips. She closed her eyes and waited for the contact, when loud ring of her phone snapped them out of their moment.
He took a step back, running his fingers through his hair. She smiled at him nervously, picking her phone up.
"Hey!" she greeted.
"Yeah. I know it's past midnight. Don't be my mom Care. Okay. I'm coming back." She said as she hung up.
"Looks like it's time for you to go." He said.
"Yeah."
He was sad now. He couldn't wait to have her again to him. All his.
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She kissed him on cheek before she left. And it drove him to another word. He hadn't had that much good time in over a ten years. Not ever since he was forced by his father to do his first kill.
Wouldn't he like that kind of peace around him all the time? Wouldn't he like it if she is around him all the time?
A family. He thought.
He never had a healthy family. But he had witnessed his friends with theirs and he had secretly yearned for it.
Elena. He thought.
He found a name for the feeling he had felt for her ever since he had laid his eyes on her.
Love.
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"He's a Salvatore?" Caroline's eyes were wide with shock. "As in the Salvatore with capital S,"
"Yes."
"Oh my freaking god. Elena you're dating a fucking billionaire."
"It doesn't matter. I would have dated him either way."
"But you know. There is some shady stuff about them." Caroline said, as she brushed her hair.
"what?"
"I don't know. Judy from my law school. She once told me that Salvatores are a criminal family, like, I don't know for sure but I have heard that, they're related to mob, that they kidnap people for money, kill for money, they have business of drugs and illegal weapons, like, they're the worse of worse…"
"He's not like that, he doesn't seem like that."
"Well. I hope so. I hope for your sake that he's not that."
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"She almost dumped me right on the spot as soon as she found out that I'm a Salvatore, mostly girls start drooling after that. It caught me by surprise…" he explained to Rose, his PA slash cousin slash the only person he trusted.
"She did…"
"Almost. She told me she doesn't date much and even if she does, she only dates guys who are of same social status as her," he added.
"Boy, if only she knew what you really are?" Rose said, with a laugh. He didn't laugh at all. He knew exactly how she would react if she found out about his reality. She would immediately hate him. He felt helpless. Somehow, he really wanted her to like him. He wanted her in his life. She was everything he missed before he became what he was now.
She was everything he ever wanted. She was sunshine, rain and humanity. She was the definition of love.
Her words rang in his ears. "there is always one person who you fall in love with, only one person who becomes the definition…a turning point."
Maybe, she was that one person for him. Maybe she was his turning point. He was attracted toward her from the start, wasn't he? She bumped into him. Maybe this was fate. Maybe, she was made for him.
"Damon?" Rose said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"What? Are you thinking about her?"
"She is just different somehow. I don't know how but she just lights up the room with her smile. I love it when I'm around her … Not a single bad thought comes in my mind during her presence. I am a completely different person around her…Why am I feeling like this?"
"Yeah…I feel like you are in another world. Zach is mad at you, you know. You have been postponing the meeting with Mikelson's for a long time. Snap out of it, Damon. Casual sex is all we get. There is no room for feelings in our lives."
"But I do feel. I feel everything now. I was numb. I was dead. She makes me feel. I don't know but I think… I'm in love with her."
"You love her?" she asked, shocked.
His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he just said.
"Yes. That must be the reason I can't get her out of my mind."
It wasn't a surprise. The moment he saw that bubbly, warm and caring girl with that smile that could light up the room, he knew within a second of meeting her that she was rare and within minutes that she was everything he didn't knew he wanted. Fuck, he was in love with Elena Gilbert.
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