To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC

Chapter 12- Opportunity had arisen.

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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Damon's P.O.V

The cold wind was bitter against my bare arms, and the smell of all the spilled blood at Kaye's still lingered in my nostrils, it seemed that no matter how far away I ran I couldn't get away from the smell. I longed for it, ached for it. I hadn't finished off a human for a long time and Kaye had been the last human I had tasted a few weeks ago now. I was growing sick of Stefan's whining and drank animals just to make him shut the hell up. At least as much as I could, usually around Kaye I ended up drinking anyway. I wasn't too sure why today was different, why I hadn't drank from her, but things had been different, I hadn't been completely seized by the need to take her, drink my fill and make her forget like I had many times before. That had been my plan, once I'd left Stefan in the boarding house, no doubt fuming and cleaning up the mess he had so delicately used my body to create. I would go to Kaye's, drink, then leave. When my intentions had changed I wasn't sure, I'd watched her father leave, then knocked on the door, debating whether or not to just bare my fangs there and then, revel in the fear I caused. Her evident surprise had been rather endearing, and I knew what she must be wondering, why was I at her house? And why was I smiling at her in that way? Ad so she should, she seemed like a smart girl, she knew full well what Stefan thought of our contact and she'd seemed worried when I'd told her I had a headache, left over from the ancient bitch who'd done my eyes in.

I'd considered jumping her when she'd asked me if I wanted a drink, but my mind spewed different images to the ones I was used to, when I imagined her neck by my mouth, I didn't see my teeth piercing the delicate skin, instead my lips grazing, gently pecking, and once I'd managed to snap from the daydream the urge to pounce had withered and I declined a drink with a frown.

It was safe to say time slipped me by, when your immortal, when you live forever, time doesn't really have meaning, and an hour seems like a second, the stupid television show was not nearly as interesting as I made it seem, and the conversation was sparse since I had mentioned her mother. I didn't know whether or not I had upset her by mentioning her lost mother or embarrassed her with my comments of their beauty, either way, her silence was endearing.

I knew she was staring, I could feel her gaze on my face like a burning laser, prickling my skin, I fought the urge to smirk, instead laughing at some ridiculous stunt on the show, something that hadn't been funny in the 50s or 60s and definitely wasn't funny in this day and age, the canned laughter annoyed me but I kept my eyes fixed on the screen as if I loved it, curious as to her next move.

I wasn't flattered by her attention as another man would have been, to be honest I was used to it, faces like mine didn't usually go unnoticed and if I was completely honest I was tired of it, unless I was extremely hungry and-or bored then it helped me to get what I wanted.

As soon as she began to laugh at me, hiding it as well as she could, I asked her, "See something you like?" Her blush brought smile back to my face, and I heard her fathers staggered footsteps before the colour had even managed to fill her cheeks, I had figured he had drank too much but was brought to my senses when she screamed at her father, I knew something was wrong and ran into the hallway, human pace, couldn't risk exposing us, the first thing to hit me was her panicked face, the terrorized frequencies that I picked up in her voice. Then her father, sleeping? And bloody.

I'd carried him to his room, ignoring the fact that I had never been in the upstairs part of her house, I'd watched her enough to know my way around this place like my own home, well the boarding house at least, I could barely call it a home.

She'd began panicking when I was checking for a pulse, and I couldn't help but let a sigh of relief escape my calm exterior as I found one, I don't know why I'd hesitated when she'd asked me what had happened, of course I knew, I'd noticed the bite marks probably quicker than she had even noticed the initial blood loss, usually I was so quick witted and had an answer or a lie for everything, why this time was any different I couldn't tell.

I'd been surprised though, when she'd called my bluff, for someone who was naïve enough to go outside in the dark and call for a stranger that she knew was out there, she was awfully perceptive.

When she'd called my bluff the second time, after Id told her it may be an animal attack, that was when I finally noticed the blood, the sickly sweet smell of it invading my nostrils, toying with my wants and needs, messing with my mind. For some reason, it wasn't her father I was drawn to out of this want, need for blood, it was her again, always freaking her lately! The blood was smeared over her jeans, her white shirt seeping red, her hands covered, a thin line had smeared onto her cheek and droplets littered her own fading bite marks. I finally had to turn away as she shouted at me, pushing her bloody hand towards me, I'd felt my face change and I'd heard her reaction, a frightened, confused gasp.

"Damon?" She'd said over and over, asking me what had happened to my face, apologizing, questioning, her voice scared and I didn't know why I couldn't just turn around and drink her there and then, I would have, should have. She'd seen me, who I was, she was covered in blood, she was scared and there, ready for the taking, and my mind screamed at me to drink her, kill her. Her seeing me gave me excuse enough, but I didn't, couldn't, wouldn't. I wasn't sure which.

Instead I instructed her to call a doctor and fled, something I hadn't done in a long, long time, tragically reminding myself of my aggravating little brother. Cursing myself the whole time, for not killing her. Cursing myself for wanting to kill her. Then cursing myself again to wondering why I wanted to kill her. I was a vampire, immortal, undead. She was Kaye she was seventeen, she was nothing. But I couldn't kill the damn girl when the opportunity had arisen. It wasn't until I was miles away I'd realised I had left my jacket in her hall, that the smell still followed me and her voice calling my name still rang in my ears.

I was then that I realised another thing I hadn't noticed at the time of my escape, another vampiric scent, familiar, but surely long gone now, after bringing Kaye's father back, after all, what need would they have to stick around the house? Kaya and her father were petty, unimportant in any unholy plans the ancient vampires may have.

Yes, long gone now.

I breathed deeply, and made my way at human pace back to the boarding house, maybe Stefan would have an animal or a bag of blood.

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