To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 14- The boarding house.
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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A/N= Obviously I don't actually know how to get to the Salvatore boarding house, mainly because Mystic Falls isn't a real place, So I made it up =]
They had let my father out Monday evening, as Nurse Jackie had promised me. He had woken up Sunday a few hours after I'd driven back to the hospital with no memory of his attack apart from crashing through the door as I had opened it. School on Monday hadn't been as hard as Id imagined it would be because I knew he was okay and wouldn't need me while I was away.
To my surprise Stefan already knew about my dads accident, I'd assumed that Damon had told him, but he said that the sheriff, Caroline's mother, had mentioned it at some point, which reminded me that the fact Damon had been to mine was to be kept a secret. I thought myself lucky I had opted for my own coat today.
"Kaye!" Elena's voice asked that lunch time, "I heard about your dad. Is he okay?"
"He's fine Elena, I've got to go and pick him up tonight"
"What happened?" she asked, so I gave her the condensed version of events, leaving out any mention of Damon, or the part about getting my dad upstairs before calling the ambulance, there was no way I could've done that without help.
"You want anyone to come with you tonight?" Bonnie asked, once I'd finished.
"No, I'll be fine, thanks anyway" I grinned, taking a bite of my sandwich, "He's doing fine, he's walking, it'll be easy as pie"
"Are they selling pie today?" Caroline asked from her seat next to Matt, "Pie sounds good right about now."
We laughed, and Stefan wrapped an arm around Elena's shoulder, eyeing me curiously, I averted my eyes to my lunch and kept my eyes away from him for the rest of lunch, feeling his probing gaze on my face the entire time.
It had been as easy as I'd said it would be to get my dad home, he'd had to ride in the customary wheelchair into the car park, and once we had gotten home he'd gone straight to bed, pleading tiredness, which was understandable.
First though he had asked me to help change the bandage on his neck, as we removed the one the hospital had applied, in the bathroom, I studied the mark, almost identical to the ones I had a few weeks ago, maybe a bit smaller, spotted with some dried blood that the doctors had missed in their frenzied cleansing. Once I had cleansed it and re-bandaged it for him, he went off to bed and I waited ten minutes before I grabbed my keys and jacket and quietly closed the door behind me. I cringed as the engine started, hoping my dad wouldn't stir and sighed in relief when his light didn't come on after a few minutes. Elena had told me before where Stefan lived and it was my assumption that Damon lived in the boarding house too. If he didn't, well, I didn't exactly have a plan B. I followed the roads as I remembered her saying, following signs and eventually found a wooded road. I drove cautiously through the darkness, headlights at their brightest, hoping the see the exit towards the boarding house.
I gasped as something banged against the roof, it couldn't have been any bigger than a football, and no heavier either, and when it happened again I sped up, which was probably stupid, and released an audible sigh of relief when the road cleared and the boarding house, it was more like a mansion, loomed ahead. I saw a few lights on in the front windows, though they weren't bright and Stefan hadn't mentioned anybody staying here so I figured it was probably Damon. I clicked my door shut and locked the car, hoping it wasn't too late or he wasn't busy doing work or something. Or with another girl you mean, were the words that ran through my head, though I ignored them as I folded his jacket over my arm and made my way towards the door.
The door opened before me, before I was close enough to knock and I was met with Damon's seemingly infamous smirk and the word, "Kaye."
"How do you do that?" I asked, "How'd you know I was here?"
"I'm psychic." he stated, I raised my eyebrows, strangely that was believable, back at mine he had known my dad was home before he'd knocked and he tended to always know the right thing to say, at my silence he stated, "I heard the car door, and the path is gravel."
"So, how did you know it was me?" I asked, "You said my name before you looked up."
"I smelled you."
"You what?" I scoffed, that was slightly weird.
"You smell like vanilla," I frowned and he continued, "I have a very good sense of smell."
"Right."
He laughed, "I'm joking, I looked through the peep hole." he indicated the little circle on the door and I felt myself blushing and feeling like a complete fool.
"Oh."
"So. You want to come in?"
"No." I replied, embarrassed, not wanting to be in the presence of his obvious mocking stare, "I just came to bring this back." I held out his jacket, which he made no attempt to take.
"You should bring it inside." he stated, and I felt that strange warmth again as I looked into his eyes, like I couldn't deny him anything, I wouldn't deny him anything.
I nodded, "Maybe I will come in after all."
He smirked, "Great." I followed him inside, through the hall, where he told me to drop his jacket over a randomly placed chair, and into the dimly lit, beautifully furnished living room, there were comfortable couches, an old looking chair and a brick fireplace, "This place is beautiful." I said, looking around, "This stuff seems pretty old." I ran my fingers along the spines of dusty hard backed books, noticing the book case was cracked and seemed to have been glued back together in one of the corners.
"Yeah," he replied, "This place has been in the family for years."
"What happened?" I indicated the bookshelf, the glued area in particular.
"I did. I tripped. Hurt like a bitch."
I laughed, "I'm sure it did."
"Sit down." he offered, indicating the sofa which I promptly sat on, he walked gracefully, almost too gracefully for someone of his size and, well, gender, towards a small table, sat on which was a large bottle of scotch and a few small glasses, piled one in the other. "Drink?"
"No, thanks anyway."
"I bet you've never had a drink before have you?"
"Um, A couple of times, you know, after my mum, but," I watched as he poured a generous amount of the liquid into one of the glasses, "Uh, I didn't drink the hard stuff, I, yeah." I said, having no idea why I felt so awkward answering that one question.
"Try this." he offered the glass.
"No, really I don't wa-"
"Try this." he interrupted a little more forcefully, eyes on mine.
"Sure." I leaned forward taking the glass from him, he poured another, a little more in this glass and sat on the chair opposite, turning it away from the fire, that I hadn't noticed until now was burning warmly and towards me.
He raised his glass, "Cheers," he said, as I did the same raising it to my lips and taking a sip. I winced as the bitter liquid burned down my throat, grimacing as he grinned, swallowing his in one.
"You drink a lot huh?" I coughed.
"When the need calls."
"Oh," I said, in mock anger, "So being around me makes you need to drink?"
"You have no idea." he stated and I couldn't help but let my face fall slightly.
"Thanks."
"What? You don't think I get this confidence naturally do you? I may look like this, but believe it or not I need the Dutch courage the beautiful ladies."
"You know, Damon." he raised an eyebrow at me, "You're smooth and all, but I don't believe a word your saying."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, there's something about you, your mysterious."
"And handsome." he added.
"Secretive"
"Sexy"
"You look at me strangely."
"Intensely."
"You seem to have a come back to everything that I say." I said, with a grin.
"That I do." he replied.
"Look." I said, turning serious, "I didn't just come here to give you your coat back."
"Oh you wanted sexual favours too?" he quipped.
"No!" I spat the scotch I had unconsciously brought to my lips, back into the glass, with a cough I continued, "I came here to thank you! For helping my dad! The paramedics said that you probably saved his life."
"Oh, no big deal, I'm just all heroic like that." he smirked, sending a wink in my direction.
"The nurse.."
"What about her?" he asked, standing by the table and pouring himself another drink, watching me at the same time, confirming to me with his question that I already knew the answer to what I was going to ask, if he knew who the nurse was then he obviously would know what I was about to say.
"She said, that you came to the hospital." I bit my lip and waited for him to reply, instead he swallowed his drink, poured another, returned to his chair and looked at me over the rim of his glass as he drank again.
"She thought you were my boyfriend, good looking guy, she said you could be a model, tall, black hair, piercing blue eyes, were her exact words."
"And I was the first person you thought of? I'm flattered" he said sarcastically, with a grin.
I laughed, "Yeah, well, you don't have to say anything, just thanks, for everything. I wont ask questions, but I also need you to know that I haven't forgotten, your face from that night, I'm still suspicious of you."
I stood and he followed suit, "You're right" he said, "I could be dangerous."
"You could be" I replied, he'd voiced exactly what my mind had said the first moment I saw him across the fire, what seemed like a lifetime ago now, "People say you are."
"Yet your still here."
"Yeah, I am." I bit my lip again and leaned up, pressing my lips against his cheek softly, "Thank you again." I tightened my jacket and hurried from the room, calling, "I'll see you around maybe" before I closed the door behind me and hurried to my car.
The journey home was much quicker now that I knew where I was going, even though the whole way I had cursed myself for the impromptu kiss, what the hell was I thinking? I'd literally told the guy moments before that I pretty much didn't trust him, then he'd confirmed that he was probably dangerous, then I'd kissed him. Even if he wasn't dangerous or bad, and I hoped he wasn't, then there was no way he would have appreciated the kiss. God dammit! He looked like that, he was him and I was me, it was wrong in so many ways. Plus, I had hurried off before gouging any sort of reaction from him. I was officially a ridiculous person.
Once I returned home, I parked quietly and walked up the driveway, jumping as the door opened before I'd even reached it. "Dad!" I said, "What are you doing up?"
"I'm feeling better Kaye, the doorbell woke me up."
"I'm sorry I wasn't here to get it." I said stepping into the house behind him, "I went to Elena's" I lied by way of explanation, "So who was at the door."
"Actually, someone I would like you to meet."
"Oh?"
"My date, from that night." he whispered.
"I'd said goodbye to her before I was attacked, she came by once she'd heard I was home to check on me" he continued voice at normal level, then in a whisper, "She seems like a keeper!"
"Oh really?" I laughed, following him into the kitchen, noticing how his legs still shook slightly, no doubt he was still drowsy and in some pain, but was putting on a brave face for his lady friend.
I stepped behind him into the kitchen and saw the lady in question sat there, she had to be in her mid thirties, not too much younger than my dad, she was petite, with dark hair and the same coloured eyes, she was beautiful and had this serene elegance about her that probably wouldn't have gone amiss in the olden days of royal balls and horses and carts.
"Honey this is my friend, Pearl." She smiled widely, "Pearl, this is…"
"Kaye" Pearl interrupted, her voice was slightly musical, "I know," she sent my way, "I know all about you."
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