The silence around me is too much for me to handle. It feels like the air is screaming at me.
"Can we talk?" I ask Damon trying to sound calm.
"About how you were saying my name last night in your sleep?" Damon says, a smirk coming to his lips quickly.
There's the Damon I know.
"Yeah ok Damon." I say rolling my eyes.
"You don't remember?" He asks. His smirk now turning into a grin.
I sit there seriously contemplating it. I remember my dream so well. There was the crow.
That's when I remember the end of the dream. As the crow flew off into the night sky. I called out a name.
"Damon."
My eyes widen in shock and realization that I called out his name.
The bird was Damon.
"I...I.." I stuttered my words. I don't know what to say. How do I explain this? "Have you been controlling my dreams?" I ask him getting a little irritated.
Damon responds quickly. "No! No, I can't do anything like that. I am curious as to what you were dreaming about though and as to why you are now thinking that I can control your dreams. Was it a good dream?" He asks still grinning and putting an emphasis on the word good.
I roll my eyes. The thing is though, something feels normal about this. Not just normal but maybe right. I'm not getting irritated like I used to. This is somewhat welcoming.
"I'll keep my dreams to myself." I say matter of fatly to him.
"Oh come on Elena. You know I just find joy in aggravating you. You can tell me though, if you really want to. Maybe I can make those dreams come true." Damon winks and me and finally sets his glass down as the last of his drink is gone.
I'm sitting here ready to say something back to him about how has disgusting and how I am with Stefan when something else hits me.
"How did you know that I called out your name last night in my dream?" Now I am really curious and a little ticked off. There is silence between me and him.
Every time he gives me a straight answer, is when he pauses before answering me. I think its because he contemplates how he wants to say it or how I might react. When he does this though, I can't really react badly because I appreciate that he is starting to trust me enough to answer me honestly.
"I didn't stay here last night. There was no point with Stefan locked up. I stayed outside of your house all night." Damon wont look at me. I know he thinks that I am probably going to start screaming at him.
"Why?" I ask simply. More curiosity in my voice than anything else, I hope that he can tell that.
"Pearl and Anna are still in town of course and Anna can get into your house. I don't know what Pearl is up to or what other vampire may somehow have gotten an invitation into your house so I stayed outside all night. If something were to happen to you.." Damon cuts himself off and its killing me, I want to know what he was going to say. He spaces off for a few seconds, his eyes never looking at me. "..I would have to deal with Stefan after that and I don't want to listen to that for the next hundred years." His voice changes from gentle to more harsh. He gets up and walks over to where his drinks of choice are.
He stayed out there for me. Threes a new found respect that I have for him.
"Will you be out there every night if Stefan is still..not ok?"
"Probably not." Damon is standing at the bar facing away from me, pouring himself a drink.
"I want you too though." I say quietly and look down at the ground.
The silence that was once in the room comes back completely smothering me.