To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC

Chapter 7- Come in.

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, we're back to Kaye now =] I didn't get many reviews on the last chapter, were they not very good? Is the story getting bad already? Lol… Let me know if you could =]

It had been a few days since Elena and I had noticed the strange bite marks on my neck and shoulder, and she and Stefan hadn't stopped eyeing me strangely since, what did they think that I was hiding some kind of illegal dog in my house or something? So I was thankful when the weekend came around, today had been tiring, Fridays always were, the last push before the break, when everybody was on their last reserves of strength.

I flopped onto my sofa, crumpling up the note that my father had left on the hallway table, telling me that he was going to be out for a while, he hadn't gone into detail and I didn't mind, I was sure he would tell me all about it when he returned home anyway.

There was nothing on the television and I was feeling far too lazy to go up to my room and grab a book or a magazine. I led my head back on the sofa, thinking back to an earlier conversation I had, had with Elena after that gym lesson, Stefan had met her briefly at the end of the day, then run off with barely a goodbye to anyone. Elena had explained to me that he had to run off to sort out his brother again.

"What's the problem with his brother anyway?" I'd asked her, feeling brave.

Elena had hesitated before replying, "He's a bad person.. He uses people, hurts them, gets into a lot of trouble, he's charming and … alluring, but he'll only end up hurting you." and strangely enough, I felt like she was directing this speech at me and me only.

"He's not the sort of person you want to invite into your house, Kaye"

That sentence had seemed strange, she seemed to be emphasising the part about inviting him into the house. Of course, it didn't matter, I would never meet the guy anyway. I don't even know why that conversation was at the front of my mind.

I groaned audibly as I heard a loud knock on the door, another followed in quick succession, I contemplated ignoring it, but maybe my dad had forgotten his keys, or it was an emergency of some kind.

"I'm coming!" I called, as another knock sounded.

I stumbled over my own shoes as I made my way to the door, but once I had righted myself I pulled it open, "Hey" the strangers voice said, smooth and charming.

"Hi," I said, recognising his face from somewhere.

The smirk was familiar, the flawless face, piercing blue eyes, thick dark hair, leather jacket, "I'm embarrassed to ask," the smirk fell, replaced by a charming grin, almost like another person had taken over, the two mouth shapes made for a completely different person, "but, my car broke down," he indicated to a sleek black car, the bonnet open, smoke rising and swirling from the engine, "and my phone died," he flashed a phone, the screen black, "Could I maybe use your phone to call a mechanic?"

I blinked, having barely heard his question, embarrassed at being enthralled by such a beautiful face, yet it wasn't his face, not really, it was those eyes, intense and unblinking and eerily familiar.

"Well?" he asked, chuckling lightly.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, of course you can." I turned to make my way into the house and noticed he hadn't followed, he was still stood, politely at the door, having not stepped across the threshold.

"Come in" I laughed, finding his politeness, or maybe it was reluctance, rather endearing.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "I mean, I can make the call from out here if you bring me your phone, if your uncomfortable with me coming inside?"

"Well, thanks for the offer, but you can come inside, it may be a while before the people you call get here, you don't have to wait outside."

He smiled again, "Thank you" before stepping inside.

I led him through to the kitchen and pointed out one of the cordless phones, he smiled gratefully and took it, keying in the number, I tried hard not to listen, but his voice was rather.. Enticing. Smooth and rich. Plus, I knew nothing of cars so everything he said was gibberish to me anyway.

"I'm done." he said, replacing the phone.

"How long will they be?" I asked, almost eager for him to say quite a while, after all it wasn't everyday that you had someone who looked like this in your kitchen.

"They said about fifteen minutes, I'll wait outside."

"No, wait, your already inside now, why don't you wait in here, I don't mind"

He nodded, "Sure"

"Do you want a coffee or something? Tea?"

"No thanks, I only drink certain things" I nodded, taking a seat at the table and gesturing for him to take another, he pulled of his thick jacket as he did so, his tight shirt, pressed against sleek lines and washboard abs, it was hot in here, or maybe that was just me.

"Ive seen you before," he said, "Were you at that party Saturday night? In the woods?"

"Yeah"

"Then maybe that's where I know you from," he smirked, "I think I glimpsed you through the fire, then you disappeared. What's your name anyway?"

"Kaye"

"Well Kaye, I'm Damon and it is a pleasure to meet you."

"You too." He smirked again.

"So are you home alone?" Not an intrusive or entirely strange question to ask, but my heartbeat seemed to speed up anyway and I noticed his smirk widen.

"Yeah, my father's out" and I felt the need to add, "he should be home soon though."

"Good, you know, I think I am thirsty actually"

"Right," I said, almost too cheerily, taking this opportunity to jump from my seat, his stare seemed too intense, unblinking and I felt strangely naked, strangely seen and known. I turned to the counter, "Coffee? Tea? Water? I think we might have some orange juice or some…" I drew in a deep breath as I felt a hand on my arm. I raised my eyes and met his in the reflection in the window.

"Don't be scared of me"

I swallowed, I am, I am! "I'm not" Run! "What do you want?"

"You" he replied, with a smirk, his breath tickling my ear and neck, I could almost feel his lips against my skin. I shuddered, feeling his body pressed against mine, the counter digging into my stomach.

"Damon.."

"Sssshhhhh" he pressed a small kiss just below my ear and I shuddered again, knowing that I shouldn't like how that felt.

"What are you doing?"

"Just stay still," his eyes met mine again, intense and direct, "and this wont hurt a bit, well, not much"

I tensed, he ran his hands down my arms and whispered, "Relax," I felt my body relaxing, but my mind screamed at me to run, to cry for help! But then, another part of me said, it's not so bad. I decided that was probably not a good thing though.

He trailed his lips, gently, from below my ear to the base of my neck, where my shoulder met my neck murmuring, "You smell very good", I shivered at the light touch. I felt something sharp graze my neck and sucked in air, my eyes found his face in the reflection but something was wrong, his face was distorted, whiter than white, black veins running over his eyes, that were now black as night, "What are you?"

I didn't receive a reply, instead I felt a sharp pain in the same area, and then he was latched to my neck and I could feel my blood leaving my body, a dull ache where his mouth was, my head was aching too, my eyes growing heavier and soon I couldn't hold my own weight, lulling back onto his solid body, hands relaxing their hold on the counter. I felt him leave my neck, but felt too weak to open my eyes, heard him murmuring something though I couldn't understand what he was saying, a loud ringing in my ears blocking out most of the other sounds.

I felt a gentle hand, a thumb, stroking, where his teeth had been moments before, the other clamped roughly on my forearm, holding me up, bruising.

"What are you?" I mustered up the strength to repeat, with a barely concealed tremor in my voice.

"I'm someone with.. particular tastes."

"You're not human" I stated.

"No"

I woke up to the shrill ringing again, it seemed my phone had an annoying tendency to wake me up, I groaned, stretching, reaching out towards my bedside cabinet where I always kept my phone, my hand grabbed nothing but air and I rolled off of my bed, hitting the ground with a thud. I shot up, groaning louder, rubbing my head and realised that I wasn't in my room, instead I was on my living room floor, I must have fallen from my sofa. My phone stopped ringing, I didn't know where it was, so I pulled myself up, still rubbing my head. What the hell had happened?

I'd been sat on the sofa. Someone had knocked on the door, the beautiful stranger, Damon, he was charming and slightly arrogant, he'd phoned a mechanic, and asked for a drink then… then he, I, then what had happened? I must have gotten him a drink, and we had waited for the mechanics and tow truck or whoever he had called to arrive.

Then he must have thanked me before he left, told me he was glad he had met me.

Why was everything so hazy? This had happened to me before, a few nights ago. Everything was blurred and strange, and though my memories of a polite conversation at the kitchen table with this beautiful arrival seemed right, I couldn't remember any specific details, no topics of conversation, not one single thing. No facial expressions, no comments. The memories seemed slightly fake, like a lie I had been telling for a long time that felt real yet obviously wasn't.

My phone began ringing again, I groped around the sofa, pushing my hand down the back of the cushions and finding it tucked down the back. The volume grew as I put the phone to my ear, answering with a, "Hello?" I didn't recognise the number.

"Hey, It's Bonnie!"

"Oh, hi Bonnie," I made a mental note to save the number for future use.

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"No, Ive got nothing planned"

"Well, if we remember correctly, which we do, then it was a week today that we first met you!" she said, I could hear her smiling.

"You remembered correctly, I arrived on Friday, though I didn't meet you until Saturday." I grinned, feeling my headache slipping away.

"Sshh" she laughed, "So anyway, we would like to invite you, to Mystic Grill tonight to celebrate you surviving a week here in Mystic Falls"

"Surviving?" I knew she was joking, but it still seemed like an odd choice of words.

"Yeah, so will you come? Stefan and Elena will be there, Caroline and Matt, maybe Tyler and a few others you haven't met yet." I hadn't met Matt or Tyler yet, but I was excited enough to be getting out of the house ad if they were like everyone else around here, they were probably nice. "Jeremy will probably turn up too" Bonnie added.

"Sounds great" I grinned, "When will you all be there?"

"Seven? Will you be able to find it?"

"I'm sure I will, see you there Bonnie" I said , snapping the phone shut.

So a slightly longer chapter but the end was pretty much a filler but next chapter will be more into the actual story!

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