I push the door open to the boarding house. I look around downstairs, I don't see Damon anywhere. I walk past the staircase leading down to the cellar. I pause for a moment. Not now, I tell myself and instead take the stairs leading up. I walk down the hallway to the door that I know is Damon's. I don't even bother being quiet. I open up the door. The room is enveloped in darkness. The dark red drapes are covering the sun from coming in through the window.
Damon is asleep on his bad. His covers are pulled down past his waist. His chest is completely bare. He lays motionless. I stop myself for a moment. Just letting myself look at him. I start comparing him to the dream that I had last night. His features were so real in my dream. Usually with everyone else, they aren't as clear. That dream though, was so real. I need to know.
I walk over to the bed. The faint smell of his cologne is still lingering on his skin. "Damon." I say. Nothing. I shake the bed with my hand. "Damon." I repeat myself. Still nothing. I tuck my hair behind my ear and sigh in frustration. I was expecting him to be awake. I look around the room to see if there is anything that I can use that would make an impact to wake him up.
"You know that even when I'm sleeping I still have heightened hearing. I heard your car pull up." I look over at Damon. He is still lying there with his eyes closed but a small smirk on his face.
"Then why would you pretend that you're asleep?"
"So that maybe you would skip downstairs and let me get some sleep, I didn't really get a lot last night." With that Damon opens up his eyes to look at me. He turns on his side and rests his head on his hand with his arm propping him up.
"And why didn't you get a lot of sleep last night?" I ask putting a hand on my hip, waiting for his answer.
"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you asked me to lurk outside of your house all night." Damon sits up now, moving his head back and forth. I hear a light crack as he continues to stretch the rest of the muscles in his body.
"I had a dream about you again last night." I say to him quietly.
"I know." Damon looks up at me. I get that falling feeling again as I look into his eyes. Damon is sitting on the edge of his bed. He has on black sweatpants that are hanging loosely from his waist. The rest of his body is exposed. The muscles on his chest and stomach are much more defined than Stefan's are. Damon is a lot more chiseled, he looks more like something out of Greek mythology than a vampire. I can't help but to look at him. Damon looks up at me and he notices that I am running my eyes over his whole body. He raises an eyebrow at me and I quickly snap out of it or at least try to.
"I know that I already asked you this but I have a feeling that I didn't get the right answer or that I didn't ask the right question. Can you get into my dreams?" I look into his eyes and hope that he will answer me honestly. Damon looks down at the ground. I know he is going to. Every time he answers me with the truth, he can never look at me at first. Which is the complete opposite, its normally people who lie who have a hard time looking at anyone. Its one small thing that I have noticed about him. Damon finally looks up at me.
"I can enter your dreams and I have been doing it for a while." Damon says and I quickly open my mouth to start ranting about how what he is doing isn't right but he cuts me off instead. "I can't control what goes on in your dreams. I mean I can control what I do, but your actions are your own. I just respond to them accordingly."
"The dreams that I had months ago, why were you trying to scare me? The dreams that you sent to Bonnie too."
"When I first came here Elena, it wasn't to get to know you, I could have cared less back then. I came here strictly to ruin whatever Stefan was up to. Any opportunity that I saw, I gladly took. Also if you were afraid of me and your little witch friend too, it just added to the fun."
Its not what I wanted to hear. I don't know what I was expecting though. "Damon! That's horrible."
Damon sighs as he stands up and walks over to a dresser, pulling out a plain black shirt. "I know it is, I don't do it now though, now do I?" He takes the shirt and pulls it over his head. It fits tightly on him, but not in a bad way. I can see the definition of the muscles in his arms through the shirt.
"No you don't but…"
"But what Elena? You're telling me that the past two nights you haven't enjoyed your dreams? They are your dreams after all. Like I said, I can't control them, I can just enter them." His raises an eyebrow questioningly at me.
"I have enjoyed them." I say to him, trying to make my voice sound even. Though I want to let it be quiet, I don't want to show a sign of the nerves that are wanting to surface. Damon smirks at me, he knows he has me with this. "Did you mean what you said last night, when we were laying on the grass?" My voice is a little more quiet now. My nerves finally giving way. I don't know what is happening to make me feel this way.
"Every single word." My heart beats a little bit faster at his words. He can tell the difference in me too, he looks at me questioningly. I'm hoping he wont read too much into this. I'm having a hard time covering my emotions right now. I'm not even too sure what all of them mean.
"If you mean them, then why don't you just say them to me, in person?"
"I found it easier to communicate with you, through your dream. I tested out how you were reacting to me the other night. Then with what happened yesterday, the conversation that we had, it seemed safe for me to show myself. You reacted a lot better than I thought you would." Damon stops looking at me and walks over to his desk that's in the corner of his room. He never really focuses on me, well he does, its just that he tends to occupy him with something else when I am trying to talk to him. This must be more difficult for him that I once thought.
"You meant everything you said?" I ask him this again. I move over to the desk where he is opening up drawers and rummaging through things. He shuts the drawers and looks up at me.
"I wouldn't have come there if I didn't mean what I was going to tell you."
"Stay this way." I know that I said the same thing to him last night in my dream but this time I wanted to say it out loud. I want him to know how much I mean this. I see Damon's eyes soften.
"I'll try." He repeats the same words and a small smile comes to my lips. I know that he means it. I step a little bit closer to him, trying to close the space between us. Damon doesn't move. I take another step closer. My breathing is starting to increase as my heart starts to pound in my chest. Damon is so close to me that I can feel his breath lightly on my face. We both stand here like this for a moment. I slowly lift up my hand and go to reach for him.
"I better go check on Stefan." Damon says to me. With that he moves out of the room quickly. Leaving me standing there. I continue to reach out to where he was a second ago even though he isn't there anymore. Nothing. I drop my hand and look at the door where Damon just ran out of.