To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC

Chapter 4- Stupid and reckless.

Summary: I knew he was going to kill me, This was Damon Salvatore, this could never end well and yet I couldn't stay away, the truth is, I didn't want to. Damon/OC

So I've had a few messages asking me when Damon and Kaye are actually going to meet and the truth is… I have noooo idea! To be honest, Ive only really planned out the major things and whilst obviously that is major, I haven't really decided, who knows it may even be this chapter! We'll see how it pans out =] Thanks for reading!

Also.. Should I add in some of Damon's point of view later on in the story? Cause I only will if people think it's a good idea =]

"Jenna!" Elena called as we stepped through the threshold into her hallway, "Bonnie and Kaye are here!"

"Hey Elena!" I heard a voice from what was probably the kitchen, "Who's Kaye?"

Elena grimaced and whispered what sounded like, "She's very blunt" as a young strawberry blond woman with the same delicate features as Elena bounded from the kitchen.

"Hi," I grinned, "I'm Kaye, I just moved here."

"You're English right?" she asked, shaking my hand and as I nodded she said, "I'm Jenna and I'm attempting to make cookies again, like Elena's mother did, I've only succeeded once, I'll call you girls down to try them when I'm finished!" Then she bounded back into the kitchen from which I now noticed the faint doughy smell of rising cookies.

"They smell good" Bonnie said, echoing my thoughts.

"Sorry about Jenna," Elena whispered as we ascended the stairs having kicked off our shoes by the door, "She can be a little in your face!"

"It's okay, she seems great"

She led us up the hall pointing to various doors, "Bathroom, Jenna's room, Jeremy's room," She knocked on the door lightly, "Hey, Jer, I'm home!"

I heard a muffled "Hey" from inside and we continued towards the last room, "This is my room, obviously" She threw her school bag onto chair by the desk and Bonnie followed suit, jumping onto the neatly made bed, ruffling the flattened sheets and knocking a pillow onto the floor, something she had obviously done many times before since she and Elena had been best friends since 'before they could remember' they said.

I stood, awkwardly in the doorway and set my bag onto the floor just under the desk.

"You can come in," Bonnie grinned.

I laughed, "Thanks,"

"So are you liking school so far?"

"It's… different than I expected," Bonnie raised her eyebrow and Elena smiled encouragingly, "I kind of expected the stereotypical high school, with the cliques and stereotypes, bullies and goth kids you know? But so far everybody's been okay"

"Oh we definitely have the stereotypes!" Elena laughed, "We have the cheerleaders, I used to be one, but we're not all arrogant bullies"

"Only some of them!" Bonnie interjected.

Ten minutes later, we heard Jenna's voice call from below, "Girls, Jeremy! Come here! I want you to try these!"

We filed from Elena's room, meeting Jeremy in the hallway who rolled his eyes with a playful grin and whispered, "Cookies again."

In the kitchen both of the Gilberts reluctantly plucked a cookie from the tray, Bonnie and I followed suit, though with less obvious reluctance so as not to insult Jenna.

"Like I said before, I've only managed to make them right once and I haven't been able to remember exactly what I did" she smiled sheepishly, "So? Elena are they right? Do they taste good?"

I watched as she slowly raised the cookie to her mouth, ready to pop the whole thing in, the changing her mind as she saw Jeremy's look of horror and took a tiny bite instead. She chewed slowly, and swallowed, grinning, "These are great Jenna!" before taking another bite, Jeremy gave an audible sigh of relief and took a bite of his own, Bonnie grinned, shrugged and took a bite of her own, so I decided I would too, I wasn't usually a fan of junk foods but Elena had said they were good and I didn't want to insult Jenna.

I bit down on the cookie and regretted it instantly as I realised what Elena had done. To put it simply, she had lied, the cookie was awful, bitter and salty, completely wrong, I slid my eyes to Bonnie who was chewing slowly on her cookie, the same recognition reflected in her eyes. I didn't dare glance at Jeremy who was stood next to Jenna in case I caught her eye and she saw the truth, but I was sure he looked the same way.

"Great! I'm glad you like them! Feel free to finish them off! I'm going out!"

"Bye Jenna, thanks for these!" Elena called over a mouthful of cookie as we heard the front door open and Jenna say, "Oh hey Stefan, they're in the kitchen."

Once the door had closed behind her and we heard Stefan's footfalls along the hall I spat the chewed up cookie into my hand, and saw that Jeremy and Bonnie were doing the same, poor Elena had swallowed hers.

"Oh God," Jeremy groaned, "We really need to convince her to stop baking, I'm gonna go to my room and burn my tongue off"

This earned him a slap on the arm from Elena who said, "They're not that bad" eyeing Bonnie and I as we tipped our cookie remains into the bin.

"Sorry honey, but your aunt cannot bake," Bonnie said, as Stefan stepped into the kitchen, and Jeremy left still grimacing.

Stefan chuckled, a musical sound, "Did I miss something?"

Elena laughed, sidling up to him, with a mischievous grin, kissing his cheek and handing him a cookie of his own, "No, you didn't miss anything, have a cookie?"

"Dad! I'm home!" I called, closing the front door behind me, "Dad? You here?"

I stepped through into the kitchen, glancing at the clock, 10.15pm. Had I really stayed at Elena's that long? It only took fifteen minutes to get from hers to mine.

I hoped I hadn't woken my dad when I'd come in so I dropped my shoes in the hallways and tiptoed up the stairs. Once I had safely made it to my room, I changed into my pyjama bottoms and vest top I usually slept in and climbed into bed.

Bang. I shot up from my pillows as something thudded against my window, I held my breath, gasping as the noise occurred again. I climbed from bed, shuffling to the window and slowly drew back my curtains, I could barely see anything outside so I pressed my face against the glass, frowning as I saw a large crow perched on the tree opposite, "What the hell?" I opened my window wide and leaned out, hoping to get a better look, but I could no longer see the bird.

"Huh, this place really is making me crazy."

As I pulled the window back, I heard a loud crack somewhere beneath my window and called down, "Who's there? Is someone there?"

I hadn't exactly expected an answer, and I knew that what I as planning to do newt was completely stupid and reckless and probably very dangerous, but I did it anyway. I pulled on a thick jacket from my wardrobe and snuck back down the stairs, cringing at every little creak that sounded like an explosion in the silence of our house.

I tried to justify my reason for doing this, for walking straight into possible danger, it could be an injured animal, or it could be a rapist or a murderer, either way, I had no idea why, but I felt like I needed to check. Maybe it was my overdeveloped morals, or my lack of self preservation, I didn't know, but I was already outside, leaving the front door on the latch, edging around the side of the house. I could see the light in my bedroom above me so I knew I was in the right place, I stood for a moment, allowing my eyes to fully adjust to the lack of light, back against the wall of the house.

I heard another snap, reminding me of when I was alone in the woods Saturday night. Could this be the same person? Surely not. It had just been an animal in the woods and it was probably just an animal now.

Yet I still asked, "Is someone there?"

I heard another snap, distinct, like a foot stepping on twigs, undeniably human. I contemplated running like my mind screamed for me to, Run stupid Run! But I stayed on the spot and asked, "Who's there?" My breath quickened, my chest felt heavy and a cold sweat broke out across my brow as I noticed a figure not far off.

"Hello? Who are you?" I noticed the figure was slightly hunched, "Are you okay?"

I blinked in the darkness and in the split second it took for my eyes to close and then reopen, the stranger stood in front of me, close.

I felt my heart speed up, recognition colouring my cheeks, this was the guy I had practically stared at through the fire on Saturday night, I could tell, though I could barely see his face, only the piercing blue eyes that had been so radiant the other night too, up close they were much colder, icy, soul baring. I opened my mouth to speak and stuttered as I felt a hand on my arm, the warmth burning through my jacket, the only warmth at all as right now I was freezing, shaking, maybe this was what real fear or dread felt like.

"W-Who are you?"

"Sssshhhh" the stranger said, as a finger pressed against my lips, effectively silencing me, I frowned, I didn't want to be quiet but I couldn't bring myself to speak, his intense stare was making me nervous and slightly terrified, but as soon as his deep voice told me "Don't be scared of me" I immediately felt relaxed and though my mind was telling me that something was really not right, I could hear his voice in my head, overpowering my own thoughts, "Don't be scared of me"

"I'm not" I whispered, though that was completely wrong, I was more scared than I'd ever been in my life, this was wrong."

"I'm not going to hurt you" he said a the same time as I thought You're lying but I wasn't able to voice my opinion, it was like there was a barrier, a wall, blocking any rational thought or fight.

"See, I'm really hungry." His voice said, his lips close to my ear and then there was nothing.

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