So guys, very short chapter, I know. But, necessary.
One of my lovely reviewers, Jairem, is very curious as of what is going to happen since it is AH means no magic. And like I told her, basically no magic, but destiny and true love occur. I am a sucker for all things destined-to-be-with story line.
And, Damon is the only vampire in this story. But, don't worry he will t... wait, I said too much :P keep reading! And enjoy!
Chapter 3
"Who are you?"
Damon Salvatore looks at the girl in front of her, with her skimpy PJs and her hair falls in waves, yet he thinks that she is very beautiful like that, with a great amount of curiosity and amusement.
"What are you doing in my room? How can... I locked the window," Elena retorts.
Damon blinks, continues ogling the fine specimen in front of him, his smirk turns up slightly, hoping she would fall for his charms.
"You're a creep and I will call 911," she threatens as she digs up her phone from her front pocket of her backpack.
"No! Please, don't. I am not a creep," Damon says slowly, afraid to scare her more than he has already done.
She clutches her phone tightly in her hands, "Then, who the hell are you and how in the fresh hell you can get into my room?"
"What a dirty tongue you have," Damon teases, trying to ease the tension.
"Fine."
Elena punches the button on her phone, ready to call 911 when the phone suddenly flies from her hands into the creeper's hands in a matter of second. How in the world can that happen so fast?
"I'm Damon Salvatore and I am not a creep."
He pockets the phone as he stares at the girl—woman—in front of him.
"What, am I supposed to recognize you by your name?"
"I'm your soul mate," he continues.
Elena stares at him with wide eyes and a blank expression. How can one react after such announcement?
Suddenly she finds everything he says and does funny, she laughed. She really laughs like she hasn't done before in three years.
Damon frowns, confused at the laughing girl, who is supposed to be his soul mate and the reason he's back on the earth, "What are you laughing at?"
"You," Elena continues to let out her girlish giggle that kind of similar to Jenna, "You could be anything, you could be a rapist or a thief, and yet you said that you're my soul mate? Seriously? That's the best you got?"
"Oh," it dawns to him that she thinks he's joking, "I know what you're thinking. That I'm kidding right now."
"I know you're kidding me right now," she chuckles then takes a deep breath or two to calm herself down after such a funny lie he has given her.
"I am not," Damon replies calmly.
Elena keeps looking at his—beautiful—baby blues to find a trace of joke, but she finds none. He is deadly serious.
"You're not kidding?"
"No, I'm not."
She licks her dry lips, "Here's the thing, Mr. Salvatore, you can't just show up here, out of nowhere, and then claim to be my soul mate. Besides, I don't believe in soul mates," Elena says, shrugging lamely her tired shoulders.
"There is such thing as soul mate, and you are looking at him right now," Damon emphasizes.
"What's your proof?" Elena challenges as she tips her chin toward him.
"I know that you've been in that house, that you got the documents from, this afternoon—"
"That proves nothing. You could be my stalker for all I know," she rolls her doe eyes.
"—and I also know that you found a journal, read the one entry from it. And," he moves a step closer, making her instinctively move a step backwards, "you felt like you were being watched. By me, in case you didn't know."
"Ha! That proves that you are a stalker," she says triumphantly then moves to the door.
"Wait, no. I'm not. Where are you going?"
Elena's out the door in a matter of second with Damon trailing behind but before she gets to Jenna's bedroom door, Damon grabs her arm and forces her to get into her room.
"What the—"
"Shh...,"Damon put his forefinger on her lips, "I told you the proof, and I'm not a stalker. I'm your soul mate."
She touches his forefinger slowly, ignoring the sparks that comes from his finger that touches hers, "You moved too fast for a human. What are you?" she whispers.
"I was a vampire, dead, you brought me back, then I guess I'm a vampire again."
Elena's jaw drops. In a second she regains her composure, opens her mouth ready to scream again for the second time that night.
"Do not scream!" Damon gnarls in front of her. With his body still pressed against her, he moves closer so that he invades more of her personal space.
She starts to pants, worrying about her life. This man—vampire—is here to kill here, she thinks.
But then, her logical mind gets the best of her, there is no such thing as soul mate, let alone vampire.
"There's no vampire," she grunts-whispers.
"No?" Damon bares his fangs from his mouth, letting his face adorns with red and blue veins and his eyes turn to black, with a hint of bright blue from his original eye color.
Elena sees with wide, fearful eyes, the vampire in front of her turns to his scary form, making her ready to scream again but his hand's faster, so he covers her mouth with his palm, unable her to do what her brain tells her to do.
"I told you, do not scream," he snarls, "promise me not to scream and I let you go."
Elena nods weakly with every ounce of energy she has left.
"Good girl," he lets go of his grip from her, then slowly lets go of his hand on her mouth.
Without further ado, Elena falls limply in his arms.
Elena's head is pounding. She feels like the first time she had hangover three years ago when she tried drinking his father liquor supply that she stole to one of her friends' party. She's awaken by her alarm on her phone, that strangely, is placed on her left nightstand.
She places her hand on her head, afraid that it may fall off, and then slowly sits up on her bed. She takes the alarming phone, and with a touch the sound dies.
Last night was a dream.
She sure dreams weird dreams sometimes, but never this weird like last night. A vampire.
She met a vampire in her dream that claimed to be her soul mate.
"Morning."
She turns her head to the window seat to find a man from her dream.
Damon Salvatore.
The vampire.
"Don't scream. Your screaming make me want to tear you to pieces," he teases, looking at her particular state, "Kidding. I won't tear my soul mate apart."
Then it dawns to her like a freight train. Last night was not a dream.
"You're real," she whispers, more like to herself.
"I am real as I can be," he moves to sit to the edge of her bed, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm... better," she says; now he wants to know about her well-being?
"Do you need anything? Water, maybe?" he voices out his concern.
Elena shakes her head slightly, "Why do you care?"
He sighs exasperatedly, "I told you, I'm your soul mate. Of course I care."
"Why are you here? How?"
"The journal. The mantra, to be exact, that you read off that journal is a mantra to call your soul mate. And here I am," Damon explains like it is the most rational thing in the world.
"That's not a mantra, that's a poem; an awful one. Besides, why you? Why are you my soul mate?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" he cocks his left brow.
"Well, yes."
"A person is destined to be with another for the rest of their lives on this earth. Guess the person that you are destined to be with is me."
"But...," Elena's frown gets deeper, "Why you?"
"I don't know. Ask God, or whoever you want to ask."
The blue-eyed man stands up and walks to her drawer, to her underwear drawer. He opens them and smirks as he sees what he's looking for. He picks up a red thong and twirls it on his forefinger with a big grin on his face, "Now, this is what I like to see."
Elena's face burns red. She got on her feet, temporarily ignoring her headache then snatches the thong from his hands, "Don't touch my stuff!"
He turns to face her, "Okay, on the more serious note, I need you to do one favor."
"What is it?" she asks instantly out of curiosity.
"Say that you love me."
Ha! Did you enjoy it? I didn't give out the story line too much, did I?
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