"So, you came. I thought you wouldn't show, that I had scared you off." The man says, running a hand through his tousled locks.
He looked every inch like a bad boy, the type of guy that most girls would run from now that he was wearing a black leather jacket, his eyes almost gray looking in the moonlight and dim lighting around the parking lot. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember where I knew him from.
"Now how could I turn away an invite from someone who is not only an amazing singer, but also paid for someone's drinks without knowing them" I answer, twirling a lock of hair around my finger.
On the table my phone buzzed repeatedly. I glance down at the screen and curse when I see Matt's new number.
"Just one second, I've gotta deal with this" I tell the man, who nods. I swipe to answer, putting it on speaker phone. "What the fuck do you want Matt? I had your other number blocked for a fucking reason." I ask, annoyed. The man smirks.
"Elena, baby! You finally answered!" Matt replies joyfully, then his voice darkens. "You're a fucking cunt for blocking me, you little whore. I bet I can tell you exactly what you're doing right now."
"I bet you cant you fucking ass-wad.." I snarl, wishing Matt were here so I could punch him in his smug fucking face.
"Oh sweet, naïve, innocent Elena.." Matt laughs, the sound almost echoing around where I'm sitting. "You're at Lux Lush, in the parking lot. And just as I suspected, out with a man no less."
I stiffen, looking around the parking lot. "Where the fuck are you?" I ask, my voice edged with fear.
"I'm somewhere close, yet so far away. However, I can see you quite clearly, you and your faggot of a boy toy. Where'd you pick him up, the Abercrombie and Finch Store while he was modeling underwear?" Matt snickers, the sound of his voice seeming to echo louder.
"Why don't you come out and say that to my face you punk? Or are you too much of a pussified bitch to stand up to another man?" The man I was sitting with growls, clenching his hands into fists as he stands, looking around the parking lot.
I stand as well. Matt laughs manically, making my me cringe.
"How about you come find me if you're such a big man, faggot. Not like you can really do anything anyways. Besides, I'm more interested in the whore I used to call my girlfriend, not some petty boy faggot who she probably sucked off before answering, or did I interrupt her and that's why you're pissed?"
"Okay you cock sucking ass-clown, I'm tired of you calling me a whore. Show your smug face to I can fucking make you regret the day you were ever born!" I snarl, picking my phone up before stepping away from the picnic table. ""Show your fucking face!" I call out, jumping as the man comes to stand beside me.
"I'll give you a hint as to where I'm at, and maybe if you find me, I'll come out. But first, I want to know if pretty boy has any weapons on him?"
I look over at the man, wishing I knew his name, and that I had remembered to grab my pocket knife before leaving the apartment.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no, I don't have any weapons on me." The man replies, winking at me as he flashes a large pocket knife concealed by his shirt. I smirk.
"Good. I'm near the back of the bar, but not at the bar it's self. Good luck finding me."
The line goes dead and shove my phone into my back pocket, running a hand through my hair before letting out a frustrated grunt. "Fucking shit sucking ass-muncher!" I curse, kicking the gravel in anger. I turn and face my mysterious bad boy. "Sorry you're getting drug into this." I apologize, sighing in frustration."And I know this may be bad timing, but my name's Elena Gilbert."
"Damon Salvatore, and before you ask, yes, I'm related to Stefan. He's my younger brother by three years, I'm twenty-eight." The man, Damon, responds, giving me a devious grin. "And I know all about this, I was with Stefan and Tyler the night that asshole attacked you and Caroline."
I pause a moment, realization hitting me. "Oh yea, I remember you now. You were the one who knocked Matt off of Stefan with the pool cue. I feel stupid." I say, shaking my head. "Well, might as well go find this jackass so I can get him to leave me alone. I was planning on going to the police on the way home to speak to them about Matt, but I guess that will have to wait." I start walking off in the direction of the back of the bar. Damon walks along beside me, running a hand through his hair.
"I recorded the call on my phone, and already sent the cops an anonymous 9-1-1 text while we he was yammering. They'll probably be here within the next ten minutes."
"Thank you. I was gonna do the same, but I didn't think about it with how pissed he was making me."
Damon and I make it to the back of the bar, walking to the end of block and stopping. I point across the street to a small park, the sound of screeching metal giving me an idea as to where Matt was hiding. Damon nods and takes my hand, walking with me across the street and into the dimly lit park. My stomach is filled with butterflies as I grip Damon's hand tighter. I may have only met Damon once before, but I knew he was one hell of a fighter, which made me feel a little safer as the two of us pass by a picnic pagoda, stopping at the swings. One of them was swinging back and forth, telling me Matt was around somewhere.
"Okay Donovan, I know you're at the park, now come out and face me like a man." I call out, dropping Damon's hand and walking over towards the swings.
Damon follows behind me a few feet away, sticking to the shadows. I stop at the moving swing, looking around, my heart thundering in my chest. Footsteps squish in the wet grass to my left and I turn, something smashing hard into the side of my face. My head snaps to the left and I drop to my knees, wiping the blood from my lips. Another hard blow to my back knocks me to the ground fully. I grunt roll so I'm on my back, everything around me spinning as I struggle to breathe. I hear footsteps coming my way, and I thought I heard police sirens. I close my eyes to stop the spinning, jerking them open as I'm hauled to my feet. My wrists are trapped in a vice grip behind my back, something cold pressed to my neck. I wanted to call out as I heard more footsteps coming my way, but it hurt to breathe, and with what I knew had to be a knife at my throat, I didn't want to risk it. Stefan and Caroline appeared in my line of sight, neither of them looking too happy. I mouthed out "Damon is around", and both of them nodded in understanding.
"Let her go, and maybe you wont end up in the morgue, Donovan." Came Damon's voice, dripping with hatred.
Matt drops the knife and I kick it towards Stefan. "Now now now, you wouldn't want sweet Elena to get hurt any worse, would you?" Matt asks grabbing me by my hair and kicking my legs out from underneath me, throwing me to the ground as he ducks and sidesteps what I guess is a swing from Damon. I hit the ground and roll, slowly getting to my knees. I watch as Stefan, Damon, and several police officers surround and take down Matt. Caroline helps me to my feet, and the last thing I see before black nothing takes over is Stefan and Damon running over to Caroline and I, Damon looking like he was calling out my name.
