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Chapter 3 (I don't own TVD)
Previously: I heard a glass break and a loud thunk followed by a grunt coming from the laundry room. Panic stricken I to the end of the hallway and pushed the door open.
"Jen-, ohh." I stopped dead in my tracks and shut my eyes as fast as I could. I closed the door quickly and mumbled a "im going out," then fled from the house faster than you could say vampire.
I grabbed my keys and got into my car. Driving quite illegally I zoomed out onto the highway. I just couldn't be in Mystic Falls right now. Too many things happened today that need to be sorted out.
About a half hour later I pulled up in front of a raged old bar names "Uncle Joe's Bar and Grill" that seemed to be fairly empty and quite. Pulling into the parking lot I fixed my make up and went inside.
"Hi, can I help you?" Some dirty brunette asked me from behind the bar.
"Yeh, can I sit or are you closed?" I was fumbling with my keys my voice came out quite and almost childlike.
"Table or bar?" She asked like there was much of a choice. The bar and grill was about the size of my kitchen. It had 3 tables and a giant bar that looked more than fully stocked. There were a few old men sitting at the tables so I immediately opted out of that.
"Bar, definitely." She handed me a menu and then placed a shot of some yellow liquid in front of me.
I gave her a questioning look and she simply smirked and said, "You look like you need it, just don't tell my boss." I smiled at her politely and then stared at the liquid in front of me. The words of Shakespeare filled my mind, to be or not to be.
The old me wouldn't think twice about taking this shot…and then asking for about 4 more. But, the old Elena would also not be forcing herself not to think about her boyfriend's brother. She would also not be walking in on her aunt, and legal guardian, having wild and crazy sex with her ex-boyfriend. So, with the image of Jenna and Matt fucking on the washing machine on my mind I breathed out, and then shot back the tequila.
A few minutes later I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. "Yellow?"
"Elena, thank god I reached you. Are you okay? I'm so sorry you had to see that? We were going to tell you, really! Come home? Please Elena, say something, and come home?" It was Jenna babbling on. Too bad the alcohol in my system made me forget to check my caller i.d.
"Jenna, can we talk about this later? I kind of just need to process."
"Yes of course. Just Elena…be safe please?"
"I will. I'll be home as soon as I can." With that I hung up. I put my face on the cool wood of the bar and sighed. Closing my eyes I took a moment to center the room. When did my life become such a joke?
The bartender placed the hamburger in front of me with a smile and a beer. The sun was warming up the room and I had to admit that the beer didn't hurt. I looked down in disgust as I spotted the pickle on my plate.
I thought back to the last time I was in a scene like this. I cold beers…gross pickles…irresistible kidnapper. I mentally slapped myself. Damon is not irresistible, he is rude, and selfish and drives me crazy. He always says the right thing at the wrong time and he is in love with the devil. There is nothing irresistible about that cynical ass.
The very same cynical ass that just walked into the bar and took a seat next to me. I drank my beer deeply and closed my eyes ready for whatever was about to come out of his mouth.
The first thing that hit me was his smell. He smelt of expensive cologne, body soap, and a hint of something spicy. Something that I couldn't quite place but was distinctly Damon.
I continued to wait for him to say something but he didn't even crack a joke. He just sat there, my beer in his hand. This is what started to freak me out.
"What are you doing here Damon?" My tone was a bit more icy than I had intended but it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest.
"Matt called Stefan." Short, simple, and very uncharacteristic.
"Great…and so I repeat, why are YOU here Damon?" The way I saw it Stefan was the one to receive the call, not Damon.
"Because I'm told it's bad to drink alone, something about alcoholism. I don't know I wasn't really paying attention to the whole St. Stefan lecture the eight times he gave it."
"Well then we are going to need another beer, cause I'm not sharing."
Whats next? Are you surprised? I need to know if I should keep going so if I could get at least 15 reviews then I'll write the next part. Hope you liked it!