To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 11- An interesting development.
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
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"Hey there," he smirked.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, grimacing as I did so, I hadn't meant to sound so rude, "I mean, I don't mean to sound rude, I just-"
"It's okay," he grinned, "I was passing by and I saw your dad leaving, thought I would come and say hi."
"You want to come in?" I asked, opening the door wider, grinning as he stepped through, "Just follow the sounds of the T.V." I said, though he was already walking into the living room as if he'd been here hundreds of times before. I shrugged and followed him in, to find his thick jacket folded across the chair and him lounging across the sofa, as if he lived here.
"Comfy?" I asked, taking his jacket, and hanging it on the pegs in the hall, to which I heard him call, "Very"
I returned to the living room and sat where he patted the sofa, "You shouldn't be here you know."
"I know, your dad said no boys"
I laughed, "No, I meant that Stefan would kill me."
"No, he'll try and kill me first, then he'll come for you."
"Yet you're here anyway" I said, watching as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "You okay?"
"Yeah, headache"
"You want some painkillers or something?"
"I'll be fine" he replied, then added, "Thanks anyway" I watched as he lifted himself from the couch, and drew my knees up onto the couch, he made his way to the mantle above the electric fireplace we never used and lifted a frame from it.
"This your mum?"
"Yeah." I replied, not needing to look at the picture to see what one it was, it was an older one, she was about twenty one, it was the day of her wedding to my father, her hair had just been styled and finished and she was wearing pyjamas, her dress was in the background hanging on the wardrobe and she was looking just off from the camera, towards my grandma who was stood to the left. My dad had always loved that picture and said it was the most beautiful one he had ever seen, he said the natural photos were always the best ones.
"You look just like her, she must be what nineteen?"
"Twenty one."
"She was beautiful." he sent a wink my way, and I felt my cheeks reddening at his tactfulness, very smooth indeed.
I cleared my throat, "So what about you? Where are your parents in all this?"
"Dead. A long time ago now." he stated, his voice emotionless.
"I'm sorry." I said, slightly taken aback by his bluntness, "So Stefan's all you've got?"
"Yep."
I suddenly felt the need to change the subject and said, "So, uh, do you want a drink or something?"
"No, I'm fine." he replied, returning to the opposite end of the couch, with a grin.
"Okay" I said quietly, fidgeting under the weight of his stare that had returned to me the moment he sat down.
We sat for hours, most of it in comfortable silence, flicking through the channels, talking only when the need arose, settling on some re-run of a popular show, I watched as Damon laughed at some over the top physical stunt, his eyes shining. I wondered why exactly he had come over, he had said he was just passing by, but I couldn't bring myself to believe him, or maybe I didn't want to, maybe I wanted him to have come by to see me by choice, not just because he was passing by. I suppressed a giggle as he scrunched his nose at something that was said on the television, surprised at how cute it made him look, in comparison to his usual bad guy image.
"You see something you like?" he smirked, sliding his eyes towards me, I blushed, shit, he'd seen me staring. My mind began to work overtime trying to think of something to say to get my self out of the inevitable embarrassment that I was about to feel.
Luckily a loud bang on the door interrupted any oncoming mocking, I jumped but Damon remained still as if he'd known someone was coming.
"Someone's at your door." he stated the obvious, as another knock sounded, in quicker succession. I glanced at the clock and cursed, I hadn't realised it would be so late, this had to be my dad.
"I'll wait here, if you can get him into the kitchen or upstairs I can sneak out." Damon said, standing with me, as if he could read my mind.
"Thank you" I breathed, stumbling into the hall, I opened the door and gasped as my fathers body fell inwards, knocking me to the ground.
"Dad?" I cried, watching in horror as he gasped for air, I could feel his warm blood on my hands and seeping into my jeans, "Dad?"
"What happened?" Damon emerged from the living room, eyes swiftly taking in the scene before him, "Help me!" I cried, Why was he just standing there?
He took a deep breath and ran towards us, hoisting his arms beneath my dad and lifting him effortlessly, "Where are you taking him?" I called after him, realising it was a stupid question as he began to ascend the stairs, barely drawing a breath under my fathers weight. I followed them up the stairs, into my fathers room, wondering how Damon knew which room was which when all of the doors were closed, when he had never been up here before, but my questions were ridiculous at such a time.
Damon laid him on the bed gently and began feeling around his neck, "Are you checking for a pulse? Is there one? Is he okay?" I rambled, panicking, Why was he checking for a pulse? Was it that bad?
He shushed me angrily and gave an audible sigh of relief before saying, "I found one, he's okay."
"What happened to him?" I asked.
He hesitated, then replied with, "I don't know."
I frowned, "Yes you do," he looked at me, stepping back from the bed, "What are you not telling me?" I don't know where those questions had come from, or how I knew, but somehow I did, Damon knew more than he was saying. When he didn't reply, I shouldered past him and sat beside my dad, moving his neck around, I gasped as my eyes found the marks, two of them, they looked like bite marks.
"Damon? What are these?"
"They look like animal bites. An animal attack maybe."
"You're doing it again," I stated, standing from the blood.
"Doing what?" he asked, eyes roaming over my jeans, smeared with blood, my reddened hands.
"Not telling me something."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You see this?" I cried, "Blood. My fathers. If you know something.."
"What would I know?" he replied, turning away, but not before I saw it, something, his face, was different, whiter, crumpled, deformed in a strange way. Strange black veins running over his eyes that had seemed so much darker in that glimpse.
"Damon?" he didn't reply, but I could see his shoulders rising and falling, "Damon? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, how could you know anything? You were here with me. I'm sorry."
"It's okay"
"What.. What happened to your face?"
"Nothing, you should call a doctor for your father, I have to go." even as he spoke the words he was leaving the room, running even, faster than I would have thought possible, I shot a glance to my dad who was sleeping soundly and ran after him, "Damon!"
He'd left the front door open behind him and the cold air seemed strong enough to knock me over as I ran into the garden, whipping my head from side to side, but I couldn't see him anywhere. What the hell was wrong with this damn Mystic Falls? Why was everyone so strange? What the hell had happened to Damon's face as I had thrust my blood soaked hand towards him?
I ran back into the house, noticing his thick leather jacket left behind, still hanging on the peg, I would have to give it back to him. At that thought I ran to the phone and range the number for the doctor, praying he was still around.
3rd person P.O.V
She watched as the eldest Salvatore brother ran from the Holt family house, where she had just left the father after taking a fair amount of his blood. She had smelt another vampire as she did so, an interesting development, along with another human scent. She had figured almost straight away that it would be one of the Salvatore brothers, though her first guess would have been the younger of the two, the one who didn't drink from humans, but at further investigation she had heard Damon's voice. She had smirked, he was obviously feeling better and up to his old tricks.
She had perched herself in a tree opposite, listening intently to what was happening inside, she had heard the daughters panic, heard Damon sorting out the father, then the daughter shouting, did she not know what he was? Surely if she did, she would not risk raising her voice to him. Then she heard, "What.. What happened to your face?"
"Nothing, you should call a doctor for your father, I have to go."
As she heard it she frowned, and burrowed herself deeper into the top of the tree, why was the eldest Salvatore running? Why didn't he bite her? Or at least finish off her father? She watched the vampire run, inhuman speed, his face still changed from his lust for blood. The girl followed shortly after, she was beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes, almost angelic looking in away, she would have been worthy of a painting back in the 1800s if it weren't for her blood covered jeans and hands, panic stricken face, deep set frown as she searched for the vanished vampire. She looked like a kind of tragic heroin, terrified and angelic. An interesting development indeed.
If Damon Salvatore had managed not to eat this girl, or her father at the smell of his blood, then she must be at least a little important.
She could see the fading marks on the girls neck and shoulder, weeks old, no doubt Damon's handiwork which made for another question, Why hadn't he killed her yet?
Yes, a very interesting development.
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