Hey guys, not a lot of action here but I need to get the ball rolling for the plot line.
Dinner came so quickly, I went round Mason's after school to spend time with him like usual and get ready before driving home with the Lockwood's. I dress in a light blue body con dress which has bright printed flowers, starting at the bottom and making their way up to the top. It has sleeves and a slightly dipped back but in general is a modest dress.
When the car parked outside of my house Mason got out first before helping me out like the perfect gentleman. His hand found its way to the middle of my back as he guides me up the steps, Mr and Mrs Lockwood in front of us and Tyler behind us. All dressed in formal attire. Mom answers the door to us and welcomes us in.
"Carol that dress looks darling on you," my mother says as we all step in and my father steps forward to shake hands with Mayor Lockwood.
"Mason, Tyler how are you both?" my father asks
"We're good Mr Gilbert," the answer in unison.
"Dinner will be shortly we're just waiting for our other guest," my mother informs us
"Other guest?" Mrs Lockwood asks
"Yes his name is Damon Salvatore, he's a member of the founding families,"
"Oh yes, I met him earlier this week, he's agreed to help us out with our plant issue," Mrs Lockwood says giving my mom a slight nudge.
"Plant issue?" I question not knowing we had one.
"Yes Elena, Mystic Falls is home to a very rare, endangered type of plant called Vervain and, it is used for medicinal purposes" my father answers
"Yes and Mr Salvatore has informed me that his family have large plots used for growing vervain for obvious reasons, and is happy to supply us free of charge," she conveys excitedly.
"This means better safety for the people in Mystic Falls," my father adds
"Yes however Mr Salvatore said he will need some volunteers so that he can get a large enough batch done sooner for us," Mrs Lockwood adds.
"Well I'm sure Elena will be happy to help," my mother adds and I feel Mason stiffen beside me.
"I'll go too," he pipes up "How about tomorrow afterschool?"
"Check with Mr Salvatore when he arrives and if he says so then that would be lovely dear," his mother tells him. He looks down and smiles at me as he pulls me in tighter, before we move into the living room.
After about 5 minutes I hear the soft tapping on the door. My stomach knots up and butterflies start to fly, my heart skips a beat and yet my blood freezes in fear as time stands still.
I approach the door to Elena's house before knocking and I hear the voices die down as light footsteps move towards the door before pulling it open. I am greeted by the same man who answered the door the other night.
"Mr Salvatore," he greets me with a forced smile, I notice that he stands a little further away from where the supernatural barrier should be, waiting to see if I can get through. Little does he know that his daughter already helped me out with that little snag the other night. I step forward crossing the threshold to shake his hand in a firm grip.
"It's nice to officially meet you Mr Gilbert,"
"Please call me Grayson, I should be thanking you for getting my daughter home safely Saturday night," he says taking a step back "Miranda will just be preparing the table now, everyone else is in the living room," he say gesturing and I walk straight in, giving him the false impression that I am human since he didn't give me a proper invite. This time he smiles properly.
"Sorry, I just had to check you weren't one of them. Haven't seen a Salvatore in a long time," he apologizes and I simply nod in response. He shows me into the living room where I see Carol Lockwood, the Mayor, the dark haired boy from Friday night, Mason and slightly shielded from my sight by his arms is the sweet, gorgeous Elena. Who is looking anywhere but me and I notice the smirk on Mason's face when he looks up at me; as if he knows something I don't.
"Mr Salvatore how nice it is to see you again," Carol gets up to welcome me
"Please call me Damon," I suggest
"Of course Damon," she responds in an indicative syrupy kind of way. I turn round to face Elena with a bottle of wine in my hands and a bouquet of flowers.
"Elena would you mind taking these I don't know where to put them," I request of her and she hesitantly gets up of the sofa and takes the wine and flowers from my hands, without looking at me still. She glides past me back through the door I came in. Just then through another set of doors on the other side of them room, a woman with features similar to Elena's comes through.
"Dinner's ready everyone if you would like to come through," she calls gesturing with her hands to come through. As I get into the lemon coloured dining room I notice that Elena and Mason are sitting adjacent to each other to my dismay. So I take second best option by sitting opposite her. The table is wooden and placed to the side of the large kitchen dinner with a vase of sunflowers in the centre, matching the colour of the walls. Once everybody is seated I realise that the seat next to me is empty when the mayor speaks up
"Where is Jeremy tonight I thought he would be here?"
"Oh Jeremy messaged us to tell us he was running late and, we didn't want to hold everyone up," the woman answers. "Thank you Mr Salvatore for the wine and flowers it was a lovely thought," she says giving me a heartfelt smile.
"Please call me Damon there is no need for such formalities," I say before reaching for my knife and fork and slicing into the new potatoes and gravy.
"Miranda this is delicious,"
"Why thank you Mason I'm glad you enjoy it," I stay quiet as they exchange comments and I observe the differences in personas. It has come to my attention that Mason is manipulative and everything he says he says for a reason. Whereas Elena like her mother is kind hearted and easily lead. This means that she is susceptible to his charm and I feel the irritating need to protect her from it in any way I could.
"Damon, is it alright if Mason and Elena go round to yours tomorrow after Elena finishes school to help you with the vervain?" Carol Lockwood asks in a voice that's as sickly as sugar.
"Of course the more the merrier," I exclaim and I see Mason smirk "Will you be staying for dinner?" I ask.
"Oh my God yes!" Elena replies speedily and I take delight as Mason's smile drops hastily. I then notice her flinch but, only slightly. To a human you wouldn't see it. But I did. I observe closely as her eyes begin to water slightly and they go wide looking into Mason's own ones. He looks at her disapprovingly before his hands move back to his cutlery.
"I shall concoct another of my mother's recipes for you," I smile reassuringly trying to level my voice slightly as the irritation seeps in.
"I'm still reeling after the last one," she replies without looking at me.
"Well I think you would enjoy one of her casseroles,"
"Elena does like a good casserole," her mother adds
"So does Mason," Carol mentions
"Well then that's settled," I say whilst flashing them my signature smirk as cocky as ever knowing that Mason was not at all pleased with this arrangement. I turn back to my food and just then a younger boy burst through the door and takes the seat next to me. I assume that he is Jeremy, Elena's little brother. I can instantly tell that he has been smoking drugs because its on him however, I don't think anyone else can because their sense of smell isn't as strong as mine.
He turns to me giving me a goofy grin.
"You must be Damon, I'm Jeremy," he introduces himself giving me his hand to shake.
"It's nice to meet you too," I reply taking his hand. Some time passes before the boy begins to badger me with questions.
"What do you like doing to pass the time," he asks and I feel as if I'm being tested.
"Work on my car, workout, read, play xbox etcetera,"
"What kind of xbox games?" he pesters with raised eyebrows
"Oh you know Black ops Call of Duty, Assassin's creed. The good games," and he turns towards everyone else. Soon after everyone is having a heated discussion at the dinner table when Jeremy leans back and whispers
"If you're trying to get with my sister I must warn you, Mason's a pretty tough cookie," I stare at him for a moment in shock before replying
"What makes you think that I want to get with your sister?"
"The way you look at her and the fact that you want her attention. But she's not going to give it to you because Mason's sitting right next to her and, he already wants your head,"
"I'd like to see him try,"
"Well before you can have Mason's approval which btw you're never gonna get, you need mine," he tells me.
"How do you want to settle this?"
"By combat," he shrugs "I prefer zombie mode," and I nod solemnly before we burst out laughing gaining everybody's attention in the room.
"You're on," I tell him knowing that I will win hands down. The rest of the people at the table give us puzzled looks.
"Don't let him rope you into doing anything you don't want to do Damon. Jeremy is good at that," Grayson informs me glaring at Jeremy.
"Oh no I think it's a brilliant idea Mr Gilbert," and he looks at me as if I'm crazy but, I know how much Elena adores her little brother and, if I can get his approval it means that I might get back on her good side.
After dinner we all sit in the front room and Jeremy and I begin a show down on the xbox whilst everybody watches. I beat him 2/3 times so that he didn't feel too bad.
"Bro you need to come over more it's great to find somebody who actually knows what they're doing," he exclaims and we fist pump each other.
"Anytime," I grin. We turn it off and I can see the sigh of relief that Carol makes. Not wanting to partake in their idle chit chat I leave the room for a glass of water to appear more human. I hear heavy footsteps follow me out of the room and into the kitchen.
"I hope you know that Elena's not interested in you, so getting close to her brother won't do anything in your favour," Masons voice drifts shallowly across the room.
"She only says she's not interested because you told her too," I answer back turning to face him with an air of superiority.
"Look idiot she's my girlfriend the sooner you accept that the better, and if you ever try anything with her again I will kill you," He threatens ominously however, his threat falls on deaf ears.
"One day Mason, Elena will realise that you are just a manipulative, cheating, waste of space,"
"By then it will be too late and she will be married too me. Not only that but she's completely and utterly in love with me. Furthermore the pros of being the Mayors son and future Mayor means that she won't be able to divorce me because I'll just pay them off. I will have complete control over the town meaning she will never be able to leave me. I will have complete control over her and she will be stuck with me forever." With that he turns around and walks off whilst I'm left simmering. I will make sure that never happens, I will save her before it's too late.
I return to the room, keeping myself distant from them all and only speaking when necessary.
Before long it was time to go and I had successfully gotten on the good side of the Mayor and his wife as well as Jeremy and Miranda. I guess I'm still working on Grayson.
Soon after I find some dumb blond sorority girl to feed on. I sink my fangs deep into her flesh drawing out her life to sustain mine. When I hear her heart flutter I draw back and release her from my hold boring my eyes into hers, influencing her mind to forget everything that had just transpired.
I wander aimlessly for a while my mind contemplating my past. The past I run from. I remember chasing my younger brother when we were little in the fields by the old slave plantation. His green eyes shone with effervescence whilst we played grabbing wild flowers as we went. Mud grabbing at our knees our shirts smeared with dirt as we roll around in the sweltering sun. How his little stubby fingers clasped mine and dragged me behind as he ran ahead. My loving, endearing mothers voice as she called to us in softly spoken Italian
"ragazzi , cene pronto!" and, we swerve in direction towards the smell of freshly baked bread and spiced onion. Ambling across the fields to the large house past the tomato plants, the grape vines and the fields of vervain which, will keep the monsters at bay.
We scurry inside and sit on our appointed seats as bowls of soup are placed in front of us. Like animals we lung for the warm bread and dip it into the honey coloured liquid chewing the crust with our blunt teeth. My mother brushes past my back lifting my cap off of my head allowing my messy hair to take shape. Stefan slurped beside me as he drank from his bowl swallowing every drop inside of the bowl. With a goofy grin on his face he held his bowl out for more and my mother refilled it, making him beam brighter than the stars. His brown lock swept in front of his face as he lowered his head, reaching for his piece of buttered bread. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead creating a valley between the creases and curves of my face. I removed my bow tie and placed it on the oak table beside me. Stefan watched me intently as I do this, analysing my every movement before doing the same with his bow tie. I reach up and ruffle his dirty hair and he turns to look at me; his eyes an abyss filled with admiration and contentment.
I get up off of my chair and the old maiden takes my bowl, Stefan follows suit before climbing the staircase with me to the bath room where I help him get washed, ready for bed. The suds cling to him for dear life as I scrub his back raw. The dirt a brown raindrops on his body. He gets out and my mother comes in to dress him in his night clothes as I have my own steaming hot bath. Bubbles climb the air around me, the sweet scent of vervain masking my body in a protective layer.
Once ready for bed I open the squeaky door to Stefan's bedroom, and climb into bed with him. I tell him stories of brave young men who fight the warlocks and slay the dragons. Before long he is sleeping soundlessly in my arms. His cheeks rosy red and his button nose wet from snot. His arms curled tightly around a teddy bear similarly to how my arms are curled tightly around him. The moonlight beams down on us through the transparent curtains and the stifling air presses down on us nimbly.
I pull myself out of my reverie when I notice a tear on my face. There is no turning back now. I soon find myself outside Elena's bedroom window again with a red rose in my hand. I put it in my mouth and swiftly climb the trellis up to the open window. I step inside quietly so as to not wake her and tread lightly towards her. Her chocolate hair stuck to her olive skin her breathing nice and even. I hear her heart pulse steadily and watch the rise and fall of her chest. Knowing I shouldn't, I slip into her dreams and into her mind.
"Mom how do I look?" she asks and I look her up and down noticing how she is wearing a royal blue dress and her hair is in tight curls. The dress clings to her perfectly and hangs just above the knee.
"Beautiful Honey," she beams as Elena looks around the dressing room
"Oh good sweetheart you're here," she exclaims with a relieved expression on her face looking in my direction.
"I know I'm sorry baby," I hear Mason say as he appears in front of me
"You're really late and you're not even dressed! We go downstairs in 3 minutes!" she cries and that's where I step in.
"Don't worry Elena I will take you," she looks at me and beams "my charming hero," and I pull her into my arms Mason a faded memory. Or at least in this dream.
I reluctantly yank away from her mind knowing that I would stay in her mind all night now. I sit down in the space beside her on her bed. The mattress dipping slightly, I trail my hands across her soft, baby like skin. Her face innocent and vulnerable. I know for sure Mason's motives and now I really need to help her before its too late and, his filthy hands cling to her forever. Mind you killing him is always an option however, I doubt it will be much appreciated. I move some of her hair behind her ears tucking it safely away, so that I can see more of her beautiful face. Her long dark eyelashes curl upwards naturally and her skin is generally clear except the odd blemish or two.
I lean forward gracefully to plant a chaste kiss on her forehead lingering for maybe a second longer than necessary. I allowed myself this time with her alone in peace. No one around and she isn't being influenced by anyone to not respond to me what so ever. I pull the covers away from her body slightly allowing the breeze to find her body since I could tell that she was getting all hot and bothered under it. I slowly get up and place the rose in her glass of water and take a piece of paper from her desk and write her a short note. I place it under the glass on her bedside table and leave the way I came.
Slipping back out into darkness. Going back to where I belong.
I feel sorry for Damon bless him and, I figured it was time to introduce Stefan. Please review guys because I can't improve or know what your thinking or know where I'm at unless you communicate with me. Thanks guys till next time.