To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 32- Us against the world
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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Kaye's P.O.V
"Kaye? Kaye?" His voice saying my name. It was soothing, made my heart stutter, I felt like hadn't seen him for years and years and that this was some kind of long awaited reunion when in reality it had been less than a week. I didn't know whether I was going to cry or scream or keep him held to me until my heart slowed and he had taken away all of my fears and all of our problems had dissipated. Also, deep inside a new fear had arisen, the fact that I was seventeen, hadn't known him very long and yet Damon already had the power to quell my fears and make me feel both completely inadequate and like the most important person in the world at the same time.
"What happened?" he murmured, I could feel a hand stroking gently down my back, both comforting and sensual in a way that only Damon could master. I breathed in deeply, my face buried in the crook of his neck, in the same way he had so many times before, though of course I couldn't smell his blood or anything other than the scent he always carried with him, that was both sweet and masculine and completely unique to him. I shook my head against his skin, signalling that I didn't want to talk right now and I knew he understood because he stopped talking and just continued to hold me close to him. Cold air blew through the open door, and cocooned us, freezing, but I was too tried to move and just wanted to stay how we were for a while longer before we pulled away and everything came crashing down once more. I was well aware of how dangerously pessimistic my thoughts were but decided that was a problem for another time. I breathed deeply again, drawing in as much personal strength from him as I could, steadying myself. As I pulled away from him, I said, "Sorry, I know how you are with this touchy feely crap."
His eyes were intense, "Let me close the door." I stepped out of the way and he did as he said he would and I followed him as he led me down the familiar hall towards the warm room I had been in before. He sat me down on the chair next to the sofa and crouched down in front of me, perfectly balanced, "Talk to me." he said, rubbing my cold hands between his house warmed ones and I found myself thanking God that he wasn't like the Twilight vampires I had to reverently read about in the past, his warmth was so welcoming. Sitting in a comfortable chair drew my attention to everything that hurt, my aching feet, throbbing neck, painfully scraped arms and legs. I was gaining a headache too. I closed my eyes, blocking out his questioning gaze, steadying myself, wondering where to start or what to say, after a while my eyes shot open as an angry animal like growl ripped from his throat. "What is that?" he asked, indicating the hand shaped bruise I knew was already forming around my neck.
"Anna." I whispered, "I saw her."
"Tell me everything." he said angrily, gripping harder on my hands.
His posture changed slowly throughout the tale as I told it, growing less and less relaxed, his shoulders tensing and his jaw clenching. He growled every so often as I mentioned an injury or an attack and at the mention of John Gilbert I thought he might break a bone in my hand, his grip was so tight.
"Damon?" I asked, once I had finished, "Are you okay?"
"I'll kill them for touching you." he said clearly.
"No" I shook my head, "John saved my life, as much of a creep as he is, he saved me. And Anna.. Well I don't think everything is as it seems with her. I think she is an unwilling party to this."
"No. Kaye. You are an unwilling party to this, she has free will and she chooses to do this."
"She's scared Damon." I reiterated.
"Cant you stop being so caring for once?" he shouted loudly causing me to flinch, though he hadn't moved from his crouch in front of me. "She tried to kill you! If you had any sense at all you would have stayed away from me as soon as you remembered! None of this would be happening." I blinked and in an instant he'd said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." I whispered, though my hands were starting to throb in his own, "I cant feel my hands." He let go immediately and rocked back onto his heels running one of his hands through his hair. The coolness that returned to my hands at the absence of his touch and the emptiness that I felt was disconcerting.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"A lot of things." he replied vaguely, then at my insistence, "How to stop something like that happening again."
"I don't think we can stop it Damon," I spoke the thoughts on my mind, "We tried the whole keeping apart thing and I was attacked, I was attacked when I was with you too. This isn't something we can stop, its something we have to deal with, we have to wait out."
He sighed angrily, rising from the ground in one fluid motion where he began pacing back and forth, his steps large and agitated. "Damon, Stop pacing you're making me nervous."
"You should be nervous!" he said, and though he didn't shout and he didn't particularly raise his voice there was an intense anger in his voice.
He stalked towards the small table where he kept his usual scotch and glasses and though his back was to me and blocking the table I knew he would be pouring a generous amount of the liquor into a crystallised glass. His head tilted back and I knew he was swallowing it before pouring himself some more. I frowned, feeling slightly sick at the thought of anymore alcohol, as I lifted myself from the seat and made my way quietly behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head against his shoulder, not tall enough to be able to see over him, settling on his shoulder blade instead. I felt his back stiffen and I didn't know if it was because he was angry, at Anna, at me. Or if it was because he had realised over the time away from me that he really didn't want me. Either way I didn't want to let go, not just yet anyway. If he was to turn to me in the next few minutes and tell me that he wanted nothing to do with me then I would walk away with dignity and a huge amount of heartache and fear and lave him be, working out a way to protect myself without his help. I felt his hands prying mine from around him and realised that I would probably have to do just that, immediately my mind began whirling for ideas, maybe I would have to leave Mystic Falls. Acquire some acting skills and convince my father that I no longer wanted to be here. "Back when I was human," his voice cut through my thoughts as he turned back towards me, standing less than a foot away, so close, "I always dreamed of adventure, that's why I joined the army, that's why I fell for Katherine. She was different than everyone else. That's why I was more excited than anything when I found out what she was, I think that's part of why I wanted to be a vampire."
I didn't say anything, it seemed like he needed to say these things.
"You'd think that being what I am, it would constant adventure and excitement, and it was, for so long. Even though I spent years searching for Katherine, getting to this point, the excitement was addictive, the danger was exhilarating." His icy eyes were boring into mine, so beautiful and sad, "But now," a hand landed gently on my shoulder, soft fingers tracing the bruise on my neck, "Now it's not so fun. I could never see why Stefan was so… boring. Why he lived the way he did, why he came here, why he goes to school and doesn't have any… fun. But I realised that all this crap. Vampires fighting, tombs opening, getting Katherine back. It's not good, there's no thrill not when someone you care about is caught in the cross fire."
I felt my chest restrict, as far as I could remember this was the first time he had ever admitted to caring for me, sure he'd told me I was intriguing and he hadn't killed me but he'd never said anything like this before. Surely I would remember if he had. Unless he'd made me forget, well , then that was a whole other story.
He realised I was crying before I did, and a thumb wiped a tear from my cheek.
"What do I do now?" I whispered, voice cracking on a sob, "I'm scared."
"I know."
"What I said," I swallowed, "About sitting it out, fighting back. It was all talk. I don't what to do" he nodded as if he had known all along and he probably had, "Maybe I should convince my dad that we need to go back home, to England. Surely they wouldn't follow me. Their business is here. I could even try and convince Elena to come, just for a while, just until this is over."
He shook his head, "You'd never make it, not if they thought you were trying to leave. Besides, you're safer here, with me and Stefan and I hate to say it, but the council too."
"But you said so yourself, we cannot win this."
"Kaye. Look at me." he said, trapping my face gently between his hands, uncharacteristically gentle, caring, the Damon only I saw, "We're going to sort this." I shook my head quickly, surely we had no chance, "Hey." his voice harsher now, "It's me and you Kaye. Us against the world."
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Sorry its short and the endings seems a bit unfinished but its ten past 2 in the morning at the mo so yeah! Bed!
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