Hiya guys I've decided that I'm going to update on Fridays because it is the best day of the week! This is all Damon and Elena in this chapter whop whop. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot line.
I stand frozen like ice as he walks off. How the hell did he know my name? After a few seconds my legs start to move so that I can catch up, get my car fixed and get the hell outta here.
"How do you know my name? Are you some sort of serial killer? Or are in the FBI? Oh my god have you had some private investigator stalk me?" I pester him with a serious lack of patience.
"No, No, No and No again," He said bluntly not even turning his head to look at me.
"Then how did you…"
"I overheard it yesterday outside in the carpark,"
"Oh, that makes sense," I mumble looking at the ground as we walk in silence to his house. He walks round the garage and unlocks the door revealing a blue Camaro. He opens the car door and gets. I stand there in awe for a moment looking at a classic model that has clearly had some work done to it. It was a beautiful looking car even though I didn't know a lot about them I could a good car if I saw one. And boy was this a good car.
"Are you going to just stand there or, are you actually going to get in?" he asks in a bored voice. I hurry over and get in, we didn't talk Damon just toed my car back to his place and started work on it outside. I sat there for a while in awkward silence before grabbing the courage to strike a conversation.
"So… Damon, what do you do? Are you a mechanic?" he looks up at me for a moment before looking back down.
"No I don't work at the moment, I just enjoy a good piece of machinery"
"What did you used to do then?"
"I was in the army for a while before leaving to work in a corporation as one of the C.E.O's,"
"Oh why did you leave?"
"I had a dispute with my boss," he answers and his jaw clenches giving me the impression that there is more to the story than that. "What about you Miss Questions what is it you do?"
"I'm about to become a senior and after that I want to go to Columbia University to study medicine," I say with a smile on my face.
"Medicine, what do you want to be?"
"Surgeon like my dad but, I used to want be a haematologist,"
"A haematologist," he says more as a statement giving me a baffled look.
"Yeah someone who works with blood and diseases in the bone marrow,"
"Yeah I know but, it's a bit of a strange choice for a 17 year old," he says with a confused expression on his face.
"How did you know I was seventeen?"
"I guessed you said you was about to become a senior so you're not 18, and you look too old to be 16. Plus you drive," he shrugs his shoulders.
"I still think you're member of the FBI and you did a background check on me," I joke and he half laughs
"You wait I'll get you when you won't see it coming," He laughs and I laugh back and, we continue on talking about mindless things for at least another hour. Until I hear my stomach growl.
"Do you want something to eat I mean it is lunch time gone?" he asks putting whatever tool he was holding down.
"Um… sure," I say hesitantly getting up from my spot on the curb. He chuckles
"You sound worried but since technically I'm not a stranger anymore and, I won't kill you yet because it's likely you'll see it coming, I think you're good," I begin to laugh along with him at this.
"Come on I'll lead the way," He says nodding towards the door.
I step inside and am immediately taken back by the sheer beauty of the place. It is decorated in an old fashion style with portraits and paintings along the hallway, and a luxurious looking rug on the floor. There was a musty smell that lingered in the air as we walked through to the kitchen. It was very woody and was most likely from the trees that surrounded the house in a shielded kind of way.
Damon opened some French doors into a very large and more modern kitchen. The open windows looked right into the forest giving the room a very enclosed feeling despite it being so big. There was an island in the centre of the room with stools around it and, a vase of sunflowers in the middle.
"What do you like to eat?" He asks after washing the grease off of his hands and opening the fridge.
"I'm not really fussy to be honest," He gives me a look as if to say I don't know what I talking about.
"How does pasta sound to you?"
"Good like I said I eat most things," he grabs some tomatoes, onions and other sorts of food, herbs and utensil before beginning to cook. I start to feel bad, I didn't realise he would actually cook for me from scratch. Normally when I make pasta I just put some dried pasta and ready-made sauce together and viola food! I offer to help but he declines.
"I am going to change your opinion on fussiness, by showing you what a good Italian recipe can do to your taste buds," He claims before tasting his own sauce.
"Is it a recipe off of the internet because my mom tried that before and it tasted awful," I asked with a disgusted look on my face but, it completely disappears when he turns to look at me with a very cold and intense glare. "Did I say something wr…"
"I would never, ever use a recipe that was not given to me or passed down by my very own mother. She was a fabulous cook and had her own restaurant which was the best in Florence, everybody wanted to taste her cuisine." He tells me with a gleam in his eyes as he turns back to his cooking which is beginning to smell delicious.
"Did she teach you how to cook?" I ask and he simply nods his head in response. We stay in a comfortable silence until he begins to dish it up onto a plate. "Should I get some drinks?"
"No just go sit down, go through the other set of doors and I will bring some in," He instructs softly. I do as he says and find a veranda with a table for two which I sit at. Soon after he follows me with some empty glasses and a bottle of wine before going back in to retrieve the food. He places the plate in front of me with a grin.
"Well this is fancy for a simple lunch," I say with a sceptical look on my face
"The wine goes well with this pasta, it brings out the flavours,"
"Is that your excuse for trying to get me drunk?" I laugh and he smirks right back before pouring me a glass.
"Just try your food and enjoy," He says and I grab a fork full of pasta and put it into my mouth. Instantly I am greeted with a burst of flavours that leave my mouth craving more, and I tried hard to contain my moan but it wasn't enough.
"Now have a sip of the wine," he laughs and I do so and find that he wasn't lying earlier it really does compliment the food. We continued with idle chit chat until the food was all gone and I was well and truly stuffed. I take the plates out and I wash up as a way of saying thank you for giving something so delightful to eat and, he continues on my car. Strangely enough I found myself thoroughly enjoying his company, I brought some coffees outside and stand next to my car, watching as he diligently makes changes to my carbe.
He tells me more about himself and about his time in the army which he went straight into when he turned 18 instead of going to college. He tells me how he was born and raised in Italy and how one day he wants to return there.
"What do you want to beside be a surgeon, what do you see yourself doing in the future?" he asks me sitting as I lean against the car casually.
"I don't really know, I suppose once I have my degree I will join my dad's practice and help him out, I could see myself marrying Mason much to my dad's pleasure and brothers displeasure. Having children just the general white picket fence,"
"Marrying Mason are you two that serious?" He asked with a frown on his face and somewhat sad eyes.
"I don't know Caroline's forever telling me that we are epic loves and we are soul mates and that malarkey. People think we are the golden couple and we are… I suppose. I think I love Mason but I don't really know what a relationship is like with anyone else so I can't compare," I explain solemnly as he comes to stand beside me looking out toward the forest with our hands slightly touching.
"Have you asked him?" he questions emotionlessly
"He just tells me he loves me but, he's forever looking at other girls and it makes me question him and his motives. My brother Jeremy says he's only dating me for his image and a nice bit of arm candy," I can feel my eye brimming with tears thinking back to the way he flirts with other people and sometimes completely ignores me.
I feel Damon's gaze on me as I continue looking into the distance. I don't want his pity because deep down I know Mason loves me and he does truly mean it. I feel strong arms wrap themselves around me and hold me I tight however, comforting embrace.
"Shhh don't cry any, guy would be smitten to have you by his side. I couldn't imagine looking at any other girl if I had a girl as stunning and intelligent as you as my girlfriend. I doubt he means anything by it," He whispers is a soothing voice and I nod despite remembering, all the times when I could smell the girls perfume on him. Or when I see lipstick that was too red to be mine on his lips.
"Thanks I'm sure it's just me being paranoid," I lie smoothly and wipe away my traitorous tears when Fall Out Boy begins to blare from my phone. I look at the screen to see it's my mom and I answer whilst removing myself from Damon's arms.
"Hiya Mom what's up?" I answer
"Where in God's name are you? Mason said you didn't show up today and he tried texting you but you didn't reply. Don't tell me you've been talking to Mrs Flowers for 5 hours,"
"Oh crap, sorry Mom I'll call him straight away. My car was dodgy and I didn't feel safe driving it, so Mrs Flowers said there was someone in the next house along who could help,"
"Shouldn't you have a professional look at that honey?"
"I'm sure he knows what he's doing, he's been very helpful and such a gentleman," I hear Damon chuckle in the background when I say this.
"What's his name dear?"
"Damon Salvatore he lives close to Mrs Flowers where the woods are near the falls,"
"Oooh he must be from the founding families you must ask him for me, and if so invite him to dinner on Wednesday with the Lockwood's," she squealed excitedly like a 5 year old.
"Will do Mom see you later,"
"Bye hun and don't forget to call Mason back." With that she hung up and I put my phone in my pocket. I turn around to see Damon washing his hands.
"All done princess your carriage awaits you," he tells me gesturing with his hands.
"Aww thank you so much I don't know what I would have done without you," I thank him with a smile on my face. He nods at before closing the door to his garage.
"I'm ordering pizza if you want to stick around,"
"Yeah sure I've just got to make a phone call and I'll be right in," I take out my phone and dial Mason's number. He answers on the 3rd ring.
"Elena where the hell were you today? Mom was really upset that you weren't there, you said you would help her!" He yells down the phone.
"I know I'm sorry my car broke down,"
"Well next time make sure it's in working order so you actually show up!" he hangs up before I could even reply. Frustrated, I go inside and find Damon sitting gracefully with his feet propped up, next to a fire place with a glass of what looks like cranberry juice in his hand.
After pouring some blood into a glass curiosity gets the better of me and I listen into Elena's brief conversation. Mason basically yells at her for something that was not her fault. What a prick. I didn't like it earlier when she was crying over him, if I ever catch him with another girl, I'll break all of his fingers. One by one.
All day I had been captivated by her beauty and her persistent need to know everything about me. The way she asked about my family and where I grew up, and told me how annoying her little brother was and, how old fashioned her parents were. She had a heart of gold and it was wonderful. I hear her open the door and approach me from behind quietly.
"I hope you like meat feast," I tell her when she sits next to me.
"Yeah that's cool, I was thinking I could take you out for a drink afterwards to say thank you for today," she looks at me with bright eyes and fidgets with the bottom of her shirt.
"I was only doing what any other person would," I say trying to come across as modest when, all I wanted to do was take her out and spend the night with her legs wrapped around me in my bed.
"Yes but not only did you fix my car and cook me food but… I had fun today… with a complete stranger,"
"Back to the stranger thing, I think my top secret FBI mission might take me longer than I thought," I sigh sarcastically earning a giggle from her sweet mouth and, it's like music to my ears. The perfect melody. If only she would let me turn it into a harmony but, a harmony takes two.
"I don't really think you're a stranger anymore," she says shyly
"So what does that make me?" I ask edging closer to her. She bites her bottom lip with a frown before answering
"Hmmm an acquaintance," she laughs deviously.
"I don't think that's enough Miss Elena,"
"Okay you're a type of friend I suppose," she tells me and I give a dignified grin.
Within no time the pizza was here and on its way to disappearing again. Elena had her legs propped up on my lap whilst laughing at one of my jokes, her hair sprawled out around her like a halo. The past hour had been endless talking and eating and, I was feeling great since I have some blood in my system.
I have never met a girl so energetic and caring before. She has it all, straight A's, good looks and the most alluring charm. I am completely taken by her and the intrigue is soaring. I find myself wanting to know everything about right down to the last detail. Her favourite singer, her favourite movie. Most embarrassing story ever, all of I want to know!
I know she is forever trying to impress her parents because they have such high expectations and I realise how rare these amusing moments are for her. She won't let her hair down and always needs to be amazing for them and, I take pleasure knowing that she is comfortable enough to let me see the real her.
"Damon, just out of interest are you from one of the founding families, my mom says the Salvatore's were a founding family here," She asks me and I nod my head.
"This house is one of many estates owned by my family. Obviously there were many other families which founded this town such as the Lockwood's, Forbes, Gilberts and Fells,"
"Yeah my family is a founding family,"
"Which one?"
"Gilbert,"
"Elena Gilbert now I can a background check," she giggles at this.
"Mom wanted to invite you to dinner on Wednesday with the Lockwood's at my house if you're interested," she queried shyly I smile at her.
"I would love to Miss Gilbert," she writes down her address on a piece of paper and we exchange numbers.
"Yep, I can definitely stalk you know I have your phone number and address,"
"You do that, just no peeking through my bedroom window alright," she says more like an order and I chortle as she points her index finger at me giving me sarcastic evil eyes. She sits up moving her legs from mine and I instantly feel withdrawal symptoms from the lack of touching between us, as the cold air takes her place.
"So about that drink?"
"Sure thing as long as my car doesn't explode half way down the road," she says whilst getting up.
"Do you think I would get into a car which I had set to explode? If it makes you feel better I'll drive," I offer. She ponders this for a moment before nodding her head.
"Alright then let's hit the road," I grab my leather jacket and were off.