AN: Finally, the good stuff right? Who doesn't want to be a vampire and be with Damon? Which I am currently in the process of convincing my boyfriend that during the filming for season two that we need to take a road trip to Georgia to see if I can see anything(which means stalk Ian and be a crazy fangirl or maybe kidnapping...if anything just a picture of him and Nina kissing would be good. I'd post that shit on the internet so fast). If they would have just filmed it in VA where its based I would be golden since I effing live here -.- I think its gonna result in my boyfriend just handing me over to Ian and being like "Take her, she likes to talk and she likes foreplay, I can't do it anymore." I might be ok with that. Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews, I'm done babbling now.
I can hear the ticking of a clock faintly moving its hands somewhere in the same room as I am in. I lay there still with my eyes closed just listening. There is the sound of even breathing coming not too far away from me. I take in a breath, a sudden sensation like embers sliding down my throat overwhelms me. I snap my eyes open. The room is lit by artificial light but even that seems too bright for me. I blink a few times hoping that maybe the light will dim. After a few tries the room doesn't seem as bright. I can feel the soft touch of cotton rubbing against my skin. I notice that I am on a bed, Damon's bed. I slowly sit up so my back is propped up against his pillows. I can feel the little feathers move inside the pillow. I wriggle my body once more, furrowing my eyebrows in discomfort. I continue to look around the room. Everything is enhanced, I can smell the dust particles floating around me.
That's when I notice him leaning against the desk in his room with his arms crossed over his body. I can see every single crease in his jet black button down shirt. I can also notice there are darker colored stains across the fabric. It hits me like a wave, the sickly sweet smell forcing me to close my eyes and take in a deep breath. The blood; my blood, from earlier still fresh. There is a low growl from my throat, something that I don't recognize. I open my eyes to look back at Damon.
"I'm going to change my shirt, I don't know how I could have forgotten." His voice is harmonizing, sounding so much more clear to my ears. I nod my head lightly. I look down at myself to notice that I am wearing just one of his plain black v-cut shirts, my cleavage displayed with the fabric plunging down my neck line. There is nothing but lace on underneath the shirt to cover the other parts of myself, my slightly tanned legs completely exposed. He managed to dispose of my clothes but forgot of his own.
I watch his fingers work their way to each button. His shirt exposing more of himself with each button undone. I keep sitting there in astonishment and awe. The shirt slides off of him, he tosses it into the corner of the room. I can hear every inch of the fabric move as it goes across the room, my eyes following it as it goes. I divert my eyes back to Damon who has his back towards me now as he is going through a drawer looking for a shirt. I can hear the movement of everything that he is touching but I push the sound aside to make it a distant noise as I keep my attention focused on his body. I move up a little closer to the foot of the bed where I can get an even better look. His skin looks porcelain to me now, completely flawless in every way. I can see the muscles moving in his back as he continues to look for a shirt. I think about it for a moment, baffled as to what is taking him so long since I am certain a majority of his clothes look exactly the same, black. A small frustration building up inside of me in want for him to turn around so I can continue to look at his sculpted body.
Damon turns back around, so his chest is facing me. I spend my time examining him. My eyes slowly working my way from the floor, up his legs to his waist. I pause there for a moment before scanning my eyes up to his chest. I quickly get out of his bed, moving fast to be in front of him. Damon keeps completely still as I take my hand to hover it above his chest. I let my finger tips linger above his skin. My eyes still moving rapidly as I try to take all of him in. He keeps his shirt off as he continues to let me stand there. I finally bring myself to let my finger tips graze him. I pull back quickly. I move my hand towards him again then letting my hand rest against his chest I let out a deep breath. His skin is unbelievable smooth against my own. I keep my hand pressed there letting the warmth of him flow across me. I don't remember him ever being this warm. I begin to wonder if I feel the same to him right now.
"You do." His strong voice breaks through my concentration. I look up at him still not moving my hand from the spot it is resting across his chest.
"How…how did you know what I was thinking?" My own voice is barely recognizable to me. It sounds softer but I can still hear myself behind it. The same sheepish way I would have asked before all of this.
"I can hear you." Damon says quietly as I bring myself to look up into his eyes. The ice blue of his eyes looks like a brand new blue to me. I can see every different shade in his eyes now, I can feel myself falling and getting lost in them, almost completely forgetting about what I was going to ask. I bring myself back to reality but still not breaking my eyes away from him.
"Can I hear you?" I whisper to him as a smirk appears across his face.
Yes.
It startles me but I keep my place. "Can all vampires hear each other?"
"No they can't. I can communicate to you because it was my blood that was in you. Just as easily though I can shut myself off if I don't want anyone in. It a matter if people want the communication open." The words make me happy, a feeling that I didn't know if I would have or not. Happy in the sense that I already know he has cut himself off from everyone else. Damon's face changes to one of curiosity as he stands there in silence for a moment. I look at him confused, his eyes finally connecting back with my own.
"Is this what you were feeling?" I stand there looking at him confused still, his words to vague at the moment for me to understand. "I just felt you, felt what you were feeling. There was a warmth that filled my chest, like you were happy." I nod my head yes with my eyes filled with curiosity.
"Is it the connection?" I'm still standing just a few inches away from him, my hand still not moving from his skin. I move my other hand to his chest also. I close my eyes for a small moment, letting the feeling of him hit me hard. I open my eyes back up, I notice that being this close to him is suppressing the incinerating in my throat.
"As for now I would think yes. There actually haven't been any recordings of anyone every having turned the person that they were connected to. Granted it doesn't mean that it didn't happen, if it did we just don't know about it." I can hear a small worry in his voice along with the emotion lightly come to me. It doesn't hit me as hard as it did when I wasn't changed. This is new, and for now it seems like it's a lot easier to deal with. Then I remember everything that happened. The memories somewhat seem like a haze but its all still there.
"What happened to everyone? Are they ok? Jenna, Jeremy…John?" The last name is hard for me to say. It took everything I had even as a human to not let him die.
"Jenna is fine, she had a concussion from being hit in the head, nothing else wrong with her though. John is in ICU, they're expecting a full recovery though. As for Jeremy…he wasn't there." The last one worries me the most. Damon had just spoken to Jeremy right before everything had happened. Well a few hours at least. He must have left the house when we were asleep. Panic hits me hard as I think about Jeremy outside where Katherine is roaming. Damon can sense the worry rising in me.
"I'm sure Jeremy is fine." We don't say her name, Damon wont even think it which I am grateful for. Its not really something that I want to talk about right now. I shut off that switch, it's a lot easier than I thought with Damon so close to me. My mind completely switching all of my focus to his bare skin in front of me.
I move my body closer to Damon's. I press my chest against him along with the rest of my body. My exposed legs brushing against the fabric of his jeans. The feeling is a little rough but nothing that I can't tolerate. I run my hands from his chest up to his shoulders then down his arms and then back up. My eyes follow my hand movements. I then run my hands down his chest to his waist line. I let my fingers gently glide along the waistband of his dark blue jeans. I bite my bottom lip as I begin to think about everything I had with him, my mind continues going to those places thinking about how different it must all be now. I can feel it welling up inside of me. The lust and hunger mixing together. Without noticing it my breathing is coming more erratic. Damon takes my hands off of him as he hold them in his hands. I look up at him a small smile playing at his lips.
"Its confusing, the hunger and desire, getting so blurred right now." I nod my head at him frantically, my body screaming out to be touched among other things.
Damon leans in slowly, his lips right near mine. I close my eyes waiting for him to kiss me. I feel his breath roll over me, so soft and light. The scent hits me hard, I didn't expect him to smell so exhilarating. I feel as if I'm about to lose my balance taking him in, the feeling of strong intoxication running through every part of my body. I open my eyes back up to see his infamous smirk. Obviously he knows what he is doing right now.
I grab him roughly by his waist band pulling him into me. I crash my lips against his. His lips are softer than I remember, smooth like petals. The feeling make my whole body warm so I deepen the kiss. What would have bruised my lips at this point was only slightly rough to me now. With this new found discovery I pull Damon towards the bed with me. We fall backwards, our lips never leaving each other. I try hard to ignore all of my other sense, like the feel of his blankets rubbing against my skin and more on the feel of his skin against mine.
He was right, everything is amplified. At the moment in the best of ways. I break away from him for a second, taking my shirt off. Leaving myself in nothing but the black lace boy shorts. I bring my lips back to his, this time I position myself on top of him. I move my long hair out of the way, feeling the silkiness of it in between my fingers. I move my hands back to Damon, my fingers claw into his chest as I squeeze my legs around him tightly. The hunger overwhelming me as I try to replace it with his touch. Damon pulls me down closer to him, pushing himself hard against me I moan out.
There are a hundred different noises going on outside even in the darkness. The leaves from the trees falling dead against the ground. The wind blowing the leaves against each other making them crack and crumble. Then I hear the footsteps. I break away from him quickly, my whole body alert. Damon can hear it too, his face just as alert as my own. We both sit there silently. A knock comes to the door, the noise is loud. I wince in pain, not adjusted to the sound yet. Damon's hands are quickly to the sides of my face comforting me. The knock stops, we both continue to sit there in silence waiting for something.
"Are you sure they're home?" I realize its Jeremy's voice. I jump off of the bed quickly grabbing the shirt that I had been wearing.
"Of course they're home, you just didn't pick up on their noises a minute ago. Be lucky you didn't" Her voice is playful, almost too cheerful. It doesn't sound nearly the same as when I was human but I can definitely hear a happiness to her voice.
Damon and I look at each other at the same time, both of our expressions showing utter shock. Our minds thinking the same thing.
Anna.