Chapter 6
Previously
I met his eyes but they weren't their usual breath-taking blue, but a dark Persian red. Small veins crackled under his eyes and two sharp canines extracted from his gums. I gaped and shivered. Damon stepped forward and I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me, as he lunged for my neck.
The fat drops of rain pattered on to my face. Harshly, the wind nipped at my frozen skin, as my body rebooted like a computer system. Pain instantly flooded me, with a sharp stinging in my neck. A sick iron taste tickled my taste buds, and I felt myself come back to full consciousness.
Tight arms wrapped around my waste in a light, but unbreakable grip. My eye's widenedas the memories of Damon jolted back to me. I sat up, panicking, trying to scream, but my mouth was covered, leaving my screams muffled and unheard. I struggled, and kicked, attempting to leaver myself off the ground.
Then, I heard my own scream come out loud. The vice grip was loosened and I saw my chance.
"No, please, I'm trying to help! Skylar!" Called a deep voice after me, but all my aim was to get back inside my house.
Out of nowhere, an overpowering figure blocked my path, grabbing my arms, and shaking me to get his attention.
"No, no, get off me! Don't touch me!" I cried, shaking myself like a rag doll.
"You don't understand, but I can explain, just invite me inside!" He begged. I stopped for a split second, to catch the face of my captor…or possibly hero.
"I said; don't touch me!" I screeched, kneeing him in the crotch, before realising who it was. Stefan.
But I didn't care; I just had to get away. Once again, the tight grip was loosened, and I sprinted to my porch, half tripping on the steps. I jumped in to the house, turning back, to be met by Stefan's brooding and panicked face.
"Skylar, you have to trust me, please, let me in!" Stefan stood right in the doorway, almost inside the house, but it looked as if something was holding him back from entering.
I pulled a sickened face as tears and rain drops streamed down my cheeks, slamming the door straight in his face. I legged it to the living room, hurdling to the nearest mirror hanging above the lit burning fireplace.
My hair was wild, like a birds nest, and dirt stained my pale face. I could feel a big wet patch on my butt, were I was laid on the ground. Red liquid was smudged around my mouth. Blood. But even more was pouring from my neck. My blood.
I headed to the stairs, and into the bathroom for some towels. I hit the white towel on to my neck, not daring to take it off. Blood was rubbed all over my hands. So…much…blood.
I felt my eyes fluttering, and slowly rolling to the back of my head. The room was twirling round and round. I felt my heart racing, and I began to feel dizzy. No. I wasn't going to let the best of me, not this time.
With my hand wobbling widely, I gingerly took the towel off, seeing the perfect pure coloured towel, stained and dampened by my thick crimson fluid.
I dapped the wound thoroughly, cleaning the rest of it, but my eye's stared at the spot. There was nothing there.
"What the-" I leaned closer to the mirror, to get a better look, and seeing no sign of the gaping hole that was in my neck moments ago. The towel fell to the ground, and I sped out the room to the living room. I grabbed my phone from the oak coffee table, punching in the numbers.
"Hello?" Said the person don the other end of the line.
"Elena! Oh, my God!" I half screeched.
"Skylar, is everything ok? Skylar!?" Panic rose in Elena's voice.
"Yes, everything's…no, actually, something's happened, but I just…I just…I don't know, Elena help me" I cried, feeling tears stream down my hot flushed cheeks.
"Skylar, you're scaring me! Calm down, and stay put. What happened?" Elena said quickly.
"I just woke up, Damon was at the door, we talked and then…I just…oh, Elena, I don't know, please help me. Someone's out there! Stefan! It was Stefan! Or Damon, I don't know…" I sobbed loudly.
"Skylar, just take deep breaths. What exactly happened?"
"I…I don't remember. But, Elena, there is something on my neck, I don't know what, but it's a gaping hole and it's bleeding and…" I trailed off, but there was no reply for a while. Faintly, I could hear deep mumbling, but I couldn't work out what they were saying.
Suddenly, Elena let out a deep huff.
"Ok. Do you think you can come over to my house? That way I can explain what happened to y-"
"NO!" I instantly made up my mind. "No, Elena, I can't leave my house! I can't! I can't! I won't!"
"Ok, ok, don't worry! I won't make you, it's ok. We'll come to you. Don't worry. I'll be there very shortly. Now listen, you are going to have to be brave and just stay by yourself for a bit. Lock your doors and invite no one inside. Ok?"
I was about to protest, but found myself with not a word coming out my mouth.
"I won't be long." Elena confirmed, ending the call. I shakily placed the phone back on the table. I gingerly walked back over to the mirror, gazing at my neck. Not a scar in sight. Dried up blood still covered my lips and neck.
Using the back of my hand, I dried my tears up, and sniffled. Could my time in Mystic falls get any worse?
There was a light tap at the door. I closed in to a tighter position on the sofa, drawing my knee's closer to my chest. There were still dried trails from my tears going down my cheeks. I didn't even bother to rub the dried blood away. I just left it there, feeling flaking off my skin.
There was another tap at the door, slightly harder this time. I swallowed hard, inhaling deeply.
"D-doors open." I said, only just being able to hear my own voice. I heard the door knob twist and the door open.
Elena's fairy-like footsteps pattered on the floor as she closed the door behind her. I slowly rocked back and forth as visions from what I remember came flooding back to me. Elena was by my side now, her olive hand on my pale shoulder.
"Hey." She said in barely a whisper. I didn't reply, but a single tear leaked from my eye.
She gently held me in her embrace telling me the same old 'it's going to be ok' crap.
"Elena…what happened…I just…" I couldn't finish my sentence. My voice began to break the more I talked. Elena let go of her light grip and faced me, but her eyes didn't lock with mine.
"Skylar…this when things begin to become…difficult and…un-real…"
"Elena, I woke up outside with a hole in my neck, a bite mark! What the hell do these people do in this town!?" I interrupted her mid-sentence.
"Skylar, please, you have to listen…and you have to be understanding. This is going to be had to say…"
I swear I hadn't moved or even blinked for 5 minutes. I was frozen. As if I were a statue, forever stuck in one pose. This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening. I thought repeatedly to myself.
This isn't real, they weren't real. None. Of. This. Is. Real. Elena wondered back in to the living room, head hung down, with two cups of coffee in her hands. She placed them on the coffee table, and knelt down in front of my frozen figure.
"Skylar, please say something," Elena pleaded. My mouth slowly opened as I tried to speak, but only a choking sound came out.
"I didn't want to have to tell you, but I had no choice. I…I…oh, Skylar, please say something." Elena sobbed silent tears.
"What's there to say, Elena? Nothing. There is nothing to say! I first move to this creepy town, pass out several times, meet great people then out of nowhere, one of my friends turns round and says that vampires exist!" Elena was shocked with my sudden outburst. Vampires. That word clung to my mind. They aren't real, they couldn't be real.
"Vampires are only meant to be in stupid romantic movies, or something to scare kids in to eating their vegetables. Elena, they aren't real. They can't be…can they?"
I felt a sudden wave of relief pass over me, glad I had it all off my mind all of a sudden…but the feeling was shortly gone as I saw how Elena's mouth made an O shape and her eyes were prickled my tears.
My hands slowly clapped over my mouth.
"Elena…I'm…so sorry, I didn't mean too…"
"No, it's ok. It's just…don't worry, it's ok. I know how you feel. But there is other things too…other supernatural creatures…werewolves…and witches. Bonnie, you know she's a witch. But there are other supernatural beings." Elena explained. I nodded to show I was interested.
"But before I came, I spoke to Stefan…he'll tell you more about it tomorrow at school, but Stefan was trying to help you. He fed you his blood, and vampire blood helps you heal. He was only helping; I want you to know that…" I held my hand up to silence Elena.
"No, I get it…I think I should thank Stefan. He saved my life…but…does that mean…D-damon bit me…?" I placed my hand where the scar was. I shivered slightly, knowing that Stefan's blood was inside me…I shivered again.
Elena bit her lip. "Yeah, we think so…who else could it of been? No other vampire was invited in, none that we know of anyway. By the way, be careful who you invite in to your house." I nodded again at her. "Vampire's also have this power ,compelling, which is where they can become in control of your mind. But I'll explain more another time. I think you've heard enough for today, Sky."
It went silent for a bit. "I think I should leave you to get some rest-"
"No!" I said immediately. I couldn't be alone when Damon had been invited in to my house. "Please…stay here, Elena, I really don't want to be left alone…please?" I told her, barley in a whisper.
Elena bit her bottom lip as she thought about, before slowly nodding her head. Her lips curled in to a smile.
"Yeah, sure, of course I will." She embraced me in to a tight hug.
Oh, how much I already loved Elena Gilbert, the beautiful olive skinned angel behold me. I loved how her doe eye's gleamed innocently and her perfect hair dropped down her back in straight lines.
And the stunning Caroline Forbes. She had flawless tanned skin and pretty golden locks. And of course, the amazing, Bonnie Bennett. Her fine mocha skin and lovely caring attitude. The three of them are everything I want to be. Beautiful. I wasn't beautiful…neither are vampires. They are portrayed to be stunning and irresistible, but from my experience of them, they were anything but beautiful.
Elena finally let go, leaving me to catch my breath from her iron grip.
"I'm just going to the loo." Elena said quietly, scampering off towards the stairs. I sat back again and took deep, heavy breaths. How can any of this be real?
I fidgeted off the sofa and went to the window behind me, watching as the heavy rain still poured down, pattering open the window. I closed my eyes, blocking the world around me, concentrating on the sound of the rain. I felt calm.
I warm breeze tingled down my spine, making me feel safe. I opened my eyes, letting the world come back to me. I even smiled slightly. I kept my head facing the window as I turned around to go back to the sofa.
Suddenly, I crashed in to something hard, making me step back a few steps. It took me a moment to keep focused, but then I realised…Damon.
"No…no, no, no. St- stay away fr-from me…please." I said barley in a whisper. I stumbled backwards, but he casually followed me, backing me against the wall.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Skylar. I-"
"Elena!" I interrupted. "Ele-" Damon's cold hand clapped over my mouth, silencing me. I hit and punched him, but he bound my wrists together with his one muscular hand.
"I don't want to have to compel you to keep quiet, so will you do that for me?" He said quietly.
I nodded slowly; as he took his hand away from my mouth, and let me wrists go.
"Damon…please leave me alone… I-"
"I didn't attack you, Skylar." He drew out my name. I fussed my eyebrows together.
"Bu-but who did? It wasn't Stefan…and I don't believe you." I spat out my last words.
Damon rolled his eyes. He looked away and I saw an opportunity to get away...but I wouldn't take it. Something inside me made me regret my last words to him. I don't believe you. Something inside me did believe him. Something inside me was telling me to stay put and not make an escape.
"Well you better believe me, because I didn't do it." He stared right in to my eyes. Damon's eyes were a deep ocean blue and they were cold, but somehow, they still warmed me.
"Then who did?" I said with confidence.
"That's what I'd like to find out. But listen, I'm sorry I was a little rough with you earlier on, but what happened was-"
"Save it Damon, I don't need to hear any excuses from you." I barged past him, knocking him away. In a matter of seconds, Damon was in front of me, attempting to back me against the wall again. I took a few hesitant steps back but he came closer.
I suddenly lost all focus, and couldn't feel a thing. I felt as if I wasn't in control of my own mind. Then I came to realisation.
"No!" I spun around to face away from him. "Elena told me about the whole compelling thing, and you aren't doing it to me!" I could see Damon cocking his head from the reflection in the window.
He sighed. "Skylar? Skylar, look at me."
"No."
"I promise I won't compel you…I give you my word." He said slowly. Maybe he meant it…
"No." I folded my arms across my chest. I could see his face filling up with annoyance.
"Why. Not?" He spat even slower.
I rolled my eyes and grunted.
"I don't trust you! I don't trust you because, you're you, Damon! You seemed like a nice guy at first, then you barge into my house and demand answers from me. Then you go and bite me, then barge in again to come up with an excuse and try and say it wasn't you," I flung my hands everywhere, trying to gesturer my anger. ",and you think I'm just going to forgive you, and everything will be fine ag-OW!"
I instantly grabbed my hand, and saw the red liquid ooze out from it. Damn it. I spotted the sharp silver envelope knife resting on the window sill, with speckles off blood dripping from the edge of the blade.
I hissed in pain, smearing the blood all over my palms.
"Fuck!" I grumbled. Damon was then by my side, as he gently took my wounded hand. I instantly fell silent, as our eye's both met.
"Are you ok?" His eye's still locked with mine.
I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine…it's j-just a scratch, really." Gingerly, Damon swept a stray her from my face, tucking it behind my ear. He rested his hand on my cheek, and I slowly raised my hand to do the same.
"Umm…Skylar?" A sweet voice sounded. I instantly spun my head around, as well as Damon, to face Elena.
"Oh my God, Elena." I brushed myself off, wincing as my wound stung a bit.
"Umm…sorry I took so long I was…uh, on the phone to Bonnie and Caroline. They wanted to know if you were ok…obviously you are." Her eye's shifted from me to Damon.
"Well…I better be off now…lovely to see you Skylar…Elena." His hand fell from my cheek, and he slowlyw ent down to kiss my knuckles.
"You care to explain what just happened?" Elena demanded, stomping over to me as soon as she heard the door close, knowing Damon was now gone.
"Nothing! Nothing happened, he just need to speak to me then I…cut myself." I looked down at my hand.
Elena glared at me for a moment, and then rolled her eyes.
"Alright, let's get you bandaged up, but I need an explanation and I need one now." She folded her arms across her chest.
"I told you, nothing happened, but Damon just wanted to tell me what happened, and that it wasn't him that attacked me." Elena's eye's widened.
"And you believe him?" She scoffed.
Of course I don't. He's a mean horrible bloodsucker, who almost tried to kill me. I saw how his amazing…wonderful…beautiful eye's changed into something I haven't seen before…but somehow, he was still beautiful.
"Yes. Yes, I do believe him, Elena." Her eye's widened more. I couldn't believe what I'd said either.
"Y-you…believe him?" I nodded straight away. "Ok, I think Damon compelled you…God, I hate him so much."
"He didn't compel me, Elena. I know he didn't."
"Ok, ok, whatever you say. Like I said…let's get you bandaged up." She took my non-wounded hand, and lead me to the kitchen, where I sat at the island.
Whilst Elena very carefully bandaged up my shallow cut, I couldn't get my mind of Damon Salvatore. How his tender touch sent tingles down my spine, how those perfect eye's memorized me, and how his raven hair was radiant on his pale skin. How Damon was Damon.
But I knew nothing about him. I just knew he was beautiful…mysterious.
"Where are we going?" Damon asked, running through a dark forest, only lit by the flame torch he was holding.
"Everywhere!" A stunning female called, also running, and spinning as she did.
She wore a big puffy gown, with who knows how many layers, with a style from around the 1800's. Her hair was wild with chestnut curls and her devilish grin rose upon her face, laughing with delight.
"Wait for me, I want to come with you!" He ran faster, almost stumbling over several times.
The girl came to halt, turning to face Damon as he made his last few steps towards her. He pushed her backwards in to a tree, both gasping for air as he did. He leant on her, pinning her there with his chest. Her grin grew even wider.
"You're faster than I thought." She gasped, looking proud of her self.
"Why must you always run from me?" He asked, stroking a hair from her face, embracing her olive skinned cheek.
"Because, I know you'll chase." She said almost in a whisper. Damon gazed in to her almost doe eye's, and she stared in to his.
"Then let me chase you forever." He pleaded, stroking her cheek.
Damon let out desperate gasps, as the girl pulled a pin from her hair, which held some of her hair back.
"Feed me your blood." He pleaded again. The girl half smiled.
"I will not feed you, Damon," She paused, staring even deeper to his desperate eyes.
She took her sharp pin and drew it across her neck, exactly on her artery. Red liquid immediately oozed out. She didn't even wince in pain.
"If you want it…take it." Damon focused his wide eye's on her small scare, with determined eye's.
"It is your choice to make." Her face now serious. Damon's eyes were hungry, hungry for something, so outrageous.
"I choose you Katherine …promise me you will not tell my brother?" He said in a low secretive voice.
"I promise," She whispered, smiling again slightly. "it'll be our little secret."
He slowly reached in for a neck, with no hesitation.
"I have to…if we are to be together forever and ever." He spoke to himself. He placed his mouth on the girl's neck, and slowly sucked, more and more of the red liquid sliding down his throat like smooth honey.
My eyes flew open, and I took in one huge breath of fresh air. I took small gasps, as I sat up slowly. My entire dream came flooding back to me.
Why must you always run from me? A voice echoed in my head. I shoot my head around the room.
Because I know you'll chase. An innocent voice sounded, but there was still something evil about it.
Then let me chase you forever. I shoot my head around again. I choose you Katherine…Katherine…Katherine…Katherine.
"Stop!" I whaled, clenching my head, trying to rid the echoes in my head. A familiar face shot up from what I could see through my half closed eye's.
She had flawless olive skin and pretty doe eye's. He chestnut hair looked the most familiar, if only it had wild curls…
"Skylar? What's wrong?" Her panicked voice sounded. Then I remembered...
I stared at her with shocked eyes. It couldn't be…
"Katherine?"
Hi guy's! Wow! It's been SO LONG! I am SOOOOO sorry! I truly am! I've been SOOO busy lately, I just haven't had the time to update! I really do feel REALLY bad!
How about, THIS weekend (most likely Sunday) I update the next chapter? Because really I feel so bad! LL
But anyway, what did you think of the chapter? Why did Skylar have a dream about Damon and Katherine? Is Damon really as bed as Skylar thought her was? What's going on!? So many questions! But if you're a TRUE TVD fan, I think most of you will of recognised Skylar's dream from episode 2x22 after Damon's having hallucinations from the werewolf bite L But the dream had nothing to do with that, but don't worry, it will all be explained soon! I hope you guys like my story so far and please review if you like! Thanks!