77. Test
"Good night." I screamed into the house as I walked out the door. It had been a long day, I had spend there, looking for spells to finally defeat Klaus and a few minutes I had given up, deciding I was too tired to actually find something now. "Good night." I heard from somewhere upstairs, where to Elena and Stefan had disappeared a few hours ago and another one from the kitchen, where Caroline and Tyler were eating together.
I walked up to my car, dumping my bag on the passenger seat when I suddenly felt a gust of wind behind me. „Buonanotte, la mia piccola strega. Spero che qualche bei sogni." I heard somebody whisper into my ear, but when I turned around nobody was there, yet I knew exactly who it had been. This had been going on for quite some time now, each evening he would say something Italian to me before disappearing again.
I was sitting on my small balcony, starring up at the stars when I once again felt the gust of wind. "Hey Damon." I whispered. "Ciao streghetta." He answered before sitting down next to me. I still didn't know when exactly it had happened, but one evening he had simply appeared beside me and he had stayed. Since that night he visited me every evening, sometimes we talked and sometimes we just enjoyed the quietness, but this here had become our own little routine.
It was way past midnight, when I finally stood up from the small bench, pulling the blanket closer around me. "I really have to go to bed." I whispered, before quickly leaning down and kissing his cheek. "Sleep well." I turned around and walked towards the door, when I suddenly felt his hands on my waist and he turned me around, making me face him. "Streghetta?" He asked silently. "Sai cosa? Credo di aver innamorato di te." And with those words he turned around and moved away from me, disappearing into the darkness. He hadn't just said that, had he? He couldn't, could he? This whole time with these Italian sentences he had been testing me. Testing me whether I cared enough about him to look up the sentences he was throwing at my head. Testing if he was important enough for me, to look up what he was saying, but what he didn't know was, that I didn't need to look them up.
Only minutes later I threw open the door to the boarding house and stormed upstairs, directly into Damon's room, where he was lying on his bed and watching TV. The second he saw me, he switched off the TV, before sitting up and raising his eyebrows at me. "Vampiro." I stated. "Well, that isn't exactly something new. We all knew that I am a vampire, didn't we?" He grinned at me. "Io sono fluente in italiano." I answered calmly, the smirk vanishing from his face. "You are?" "Si, my mother's Italian." "So you understood every single thing I said?" He asked shocked. "Sì, ho capito tutto." I answered. "Shit." I walked over to the bed he was sitting on and stood right in front of him, slowly pulling his chin up, forcing him to look at me. "Guarda me. So che mi testato. E, se sono onesto, io penso che ti amo troppo." I said calmly before leaning down and kissing him.
I speak no Italian, so Google Translator says:
Buonanotte, la mia piccola strega. Spero che qualche bei sogni. = Goodnight, my little witch. I hope that you have some good dreams.
Ciao streghetta. = Hello witch.
Streghetta? Sai cosa? Credo di aver innamorato di te. = Witch? You know what? I think I love you.
Io sono fluente in italiano. = I am fluent in Italian.
Sì, ho capito tutto. = Yes, I understood everything.
Guarda me. So che mi testato. E, se sono onesto, io penso che ti amo troppo. = Look at me. I know that you tested me. And, if I am honest, I think I love you too
Shout-Outs to the non-account-reviewers:
Vie: Thanks for the review. :) I am happy you liked "Forever" and I really hope you will like this one, too. But somehow it didn't really come out the way I wanted it to; well I hope it isn't too bad. Yes, the star couple thing annoys the hell out of me; I really don't see the magic behind Delena, for example. I just think they are way too predictable.