Fire Heart

Laurel didn't linger as she mailed the postcard, she was pretty scared of the residences in Mystic Falls, they all gave her the creeps. The sky was becoming darker now and she could tell it wouldn't be long before she would find herself in a ghost town. She held her head high and squared her shoulders so she looked confident and secure while she walked through the odd town. She found herself in front of a notice board with all kind of hotel and motel advertisements and even though she was going to sleep in her car, she questioned whether she wanted to risk being mauled or attacked in her sleep by the unsettling people in town. Laurel took a few posters and leaflets advertising their 'amazingly priced' motels and walked back towards the Grill looking around a little to see if that guy was still near, she breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't spot him. The Grill was a lovely modern hang out which was a big contrast from all the old traditions that lingered such as the old buildings and weird town events she had seen plastered on the notice board.

She walked through the doors and saw that it was full of sweaty teenagers who thought it was cool to laugh with their mouths full of fries. She found herself swelled with jealousy, watching the cheerleaders flirt with their athletic boyfriends and gossiping with their best friends… enjoying life. Whereas Laurel had run away from hers, she ran away from her family, her commitments and from her school. There she was, a drop out. She made her way through the crowd getting eyed by the girls and getting ogled by the boys which made her very self conscience and uncomfortable, she was never the one for attention. She sat at the bar and ordered a Vodka and coke with her fake ID. While she was waiting she decided to look through the motel options, she saw the first one and thought no way It looked shabby and dirty just from the outside, she didn't want to visualise the inside. The second wasn't all that impressive either, maybe sleeping in her car wasn't that bad. She picked up her drink and downed it. Laurel was fed up and she felt like she had nowhere to go, scratch that, she pretty much has nowhere to go.

The bartender popped another V&C in front of her and moved on to a large group who were discussing something that sounded serious, The original something or another, Laurel wasn't really interested in eavesdropping but she did notice a guy within the group, the same guy she bumped into earlier, the same guy who saw her panties. Laurel felt her face grow hot and she instantly turned the opposite way hoping he wouldn't recognise her. The group departed but the guy lingered behind, eyeing Laurel cautiously trying to place her in his memory.

"Hello" he spoke to her with a kind and simple tone, expressing his desire to talk to her, Laurel tilted her head to the side, her lips hovering over her glass, she blinked and then attempted her best smile. She replied with the same tone he had used on her.

"Hi again" she took a sip from her drink and watched the liquid as she tipped it from side to side, acting bored. He gulped and checked her out, giving her a look of approval but before he could reply with a witty and seductive response she added

"No" with her eyes downcast and a teasing smile playing across her lips, her eyes dancing with excitement as she realised what the handsome guy was after. The guy laughed and leaned on the counter, he looked perfect with his dark leather jacket, grey V neck shirt and dark jeans that Laurel couldn't help but glance at him every few moments appreciatively.

A few minutes passed with a light banter passing between Laurel and Leather jacket guy, for once she was enjoying herself.

"I'm Damon Salvatore by the way" he introduced himself holding out his hand, Laurel looked at him with a smile, it was such an old way of greeting a girl. Laurel allowed him to take her hand.

"Laurel Roe, nice to meet you" she felt her smile widen as he placed a kiss on the back of her hand, such as sweet act but somehow she knew he was playing her, she wasn't stupid.

"So Roe, why Mystic Falls?" he asked, it didn't escape her attention that he used her last name and not her first name. She thought about it, why had she come to Mystic Falls?

"I just ended up here." She shrugged, not being able to give a reason for her being here was driving her crazy, she just got in her car and drove.

"Where did you come from?" he wondered, he could make out a slight accent and he has his suspicions she was a country girl.

"I was born in New York but I grew up in Texas, my Nan died when I was 2 and we inherited her farm" Laurel drank the last bit of her drink and signalled to the bartender.

"I'll get it" he said as he turned to the bartender "Two whiskeys, keep the change" he spoke has he handed over the money, turning to give Laurel a smirk that made her insides flutter, She didn't even care that she hated whiskey.

"What about you Mr Salvatore, what's your story?" Laurel turned her whole body to face Damon and leant her elbow on her knee and her face in her hands, just to show him how interested she was. Damon eyes gleamed and he brought his glass to his lips, just as Laurel did earlier and looked thoughtful. He took a gulp of whiskey and then turned his attention back to the beauty in front of him.

"It turned out to be a short visit to see my brother, but then I just… stayed." he cracked a smile and looked at her, yet he wasn't looking at her.

"You met a girl" it wasn't a question, she could tell by the awestruck expression on his face that she was right.

"How did you know?" he asked, curious.

"It's in the eyes" she looked down at her feet, scolding herself for using the cheesy line.

"I like your eyes" he said, moving closer to her, his chest in line with her head, due to the fact she was sat and he was standing. She looked up, aware of how close he was, she stood too, her head to his shoulders now.

"What about your girl" Laurel searched his eyes, and when she saw a flicker of pain flash across his eyes, she knew that however that girl was, she had made a huge mistake.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Damon offered, casually touching her hands with his, sending shockwaves of exhilaration through Laurels veins. Why not she thought, just one night off pure fun.

Laurel picked up her bag and finished off her drink. Damon grinned, pleased he didn't have to compel her. He took her bag for her, surprised how heavy it was which earned another smile from the crazy beautiful girl in front of him. He decided to adopt a caring attitude tonight, be gentle, he thought.

When they arrived at the boarding house, he couldn't help but feel proud of his home whenever Laurel complimented the furniture, the colours and the art work.

"It is pretty outstanding" he agreed and placed her bag on one of the many chairs. He offered her a drink which she kindly declined. Damon walked towards her slowly, hoping he wasn't moving too fast. When it appeared he wasn't, he put his hands on her petite waist and held her chin with his thumb caressing her bottom lip. He wanted to kiss her badly, but waited until she worked up the nerve to kiss him first. gentle he reminded himself. She moved closer and he followed her, he could feel her breath hit his lips and he could taste the sweetness of the alcohol she has been consuming. He pulled her closer, suddenly they were as close as they could be, she could feel his desire and she couldn't take it anymore, she leant up and kissed him, hungrily at first but then it turned deep, passionate and inflamed. He pushed her up against the wall and held onto her hips, feeling the sliver of skin that had been exposed between her shirt and leggings. Laurels heart was dancing and Damon's heart was on fire. They continued towards his room.

Don't worry, this is a Kol x OC story, but every story needs a triangle... right? :)