To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 37- The news
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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My mum made me realise something today- I have a thing for blue eyed ,blonde or bad guy vampires.
Damon Salvatore, Eric Northman, Jasper Hale?
Maybe its like a fetish or something? =S
Big thanks to Egyptian Kiss for the list of Eric/OC stories, Yours- The Vikings heart- is rather fantastic! And thanks to yifrodit for that one too! Ill be reading them soon! =]]
Also some of you have pointed out how Damon is not too thankful to Kaye for saving him, to be honest, I don't think he would be a grovelling thankful person after wards. He's too manly and right now he's obviously really confused. But he is thankful in his own way- she's still alive after all isn't she ? =P
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A/N- I've stared a Jasper/OC story for Twilight. Its totally different to this one! Let me know what you think if you decide to read!
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Kaye's P.O.V
I woke early the next morning, limbs entangled with Damons, warm and secure, eyes level with his closed lids. I smiled and snuggled closer, breathing deeply, the sweet, manly scent that was his in my nose. I fleetingly wondered what it might be like to experience that smell with the super sensitive senses of a vampire but then threw the thought to the back of my head, I didn't fancy having to die then living forever in order to find out. I was old fashioned I guess you could say and well used to the idea of one life and said life being short. No matter how tempting prolonging that life seemed when I stared into the face of the troubled vampire whose arm was currently holding me in a vice like grip into his chest. Troubled, it seemed like a funny word to use to describe the guy in front of me, but it fit, anyone who mercilessly killed innocent people, drank from them, used them, anyone who had suffered through the past Damon had would have been troubled. It was part of him, the hard core past, the pain, it was something to be accepted along with the good. And there was a lot of good to Damon too.
This was especially evident as he slept, his face, usually smug or pinched in worry was relaxed, softer, vulnerable and innocent could even be used to describe him. There was no fear, no pain, nothing, just peace and hopefully pleasant dreams.
I stroked a hand gently down is cheek and moved to disengage myself from his grasp, which had marginally loosened as he shifted positions. Once I'd manage to untangle myself from him, I stumbled out of the bedroom, blearily rubbing my eyes and yawning. I tip toed down the hallway stepping even quieter past Stefans room so as not the wake the couple inside and slowly descended the stairs, cringing a few time when they creaked beneath my feet. Once I'd made it down, having waited at the stairs for a minute to see if I'd woken anyone I made my way into the study room I had been in many times before, spying Damons usual drink and glasses on the table, glancing at the rows of books on the newly fixed shelf, I now thought that it had more than likely been a fight of some kind between the vampires that had caused such a breakage, Damon could never be clumsy enough to 'fall over' I made a mental note to ask about it later.
Before I could flop down onto the sofa, I heard hushed murmuring coming from the kitchen, deciding straight away that it wasn't any threat because the vampires would have been in reaction straight away had it been, I made my way to the kitchen. Elena stood, her back to me, talking on the phone, despite her hushed tones her voice sounded stressed, angry and she seemed to be arguing to the person on the phone, she was still in her pyjamas, and her hair was a mess.
"Bye." she growled, pressing the end call button with force, jumping, startled as she noticed me upon turning around. I smiled, "Everything okay?" I indicated the phone she was now setting on the kitchen table.
She sighed, "That was Jenna." she stated, "She said it was too late to ring last night, she wants to know if I had anything to do with the mess in the house."
"She angry?"
"About the cleaning yes, mainly she's just pissed at John."
"Any news on him?" I asked, slightly nervous as to the answer.
"No." she groaned, "I told the others last night- Alaric, Anna and Jeremy went to search but he was already gone, Jeremy and Anna pretended that Alaric took them home and they discovered the mess."
"Good cover story." I mused, "What about the ropes and all that?" I asked.
"They hid anything that looked like someone other than John was there. They also went back to the burn site and binned all the remains of the guns too."
"I cant believe all that happened, I mean, Mayor Lockwood was caught in it too. Caroline was injured, there are so many things that could have been done differently, people could have been spared." I whispered.
"Matt and Bonnie are going to see Caroline at lunch time." Elena said, taking a seat at the table. I pulled out another one and sat too as she continued, "They're going to see if and when she can have visitors and we're all going to go when she can."
I nodded, happy to have been informed of their plans. After all, Caroline was my friend now too and I was very worried about her.
"I know its early, but have you heard anything about Tyler and his family?" I asked.
"No. But I bet its all over the news by now." Elena replied solemnly. We stood at the same time and made our way to a room with a TV I pushed the power button as Elena settled into one of the seats. I sat next to her as she flicked through the channels looking for a news station.
"Here's one." she said quietly, raising the volume a little. The newsreader on the screen, a pretty, twenty something blonde with heavy make up, preened to perfection, a self satisfied smile on her face that said, 'Look at me I'm on the television after picking up a huge story!' Her voice was far too cheery to report the solemn story.
"Founders day disaster." she said, eyes shining with uncaring abandon, "The annual founders day celebration ended in disaster last night, with a fire and the horrible unfortunate death of ur beloved Mayor Lockwood. The Mayor was caught in a fire late last night, police are unsure as to whether or not the fire was deliberate and are investigating as we speak. Local teenagers were also in a car accident on the other side of town, a spokesman said that the teenagers are in safe condition and will heal. Police are unsure as the whether there is a connection between the fire and the crash." The reader smiled solemnly as a picture of the ruins of the barn appeared on the screen next to her, "These are the pictures of the devastating fire that killed the mayor." The picture faded and the reader continued, "The Lockwood family where unavailable for comments at this time, the investigation continues."
"Poor Tyler." I murmured, thinking back to my own pain at the loss of my mother. I could tell by the downwards tilt to Elenas mouth that she was thinking the same thing. I reached over the sofa and took her hand, squeezing gently. "He'll be okay. He's strong." I continued, more as comfort to myself than Elena.
"So, uh, Carolines okay." Elena said, changing the subject.
"Yeah. We'll go and see her as soon as we can." I agreed with a small smile.
There was a small silence, not awkward before Elena said, "You find it weird right? Jeremy and Anna?"
"Yeah." I said without hesitation. "But then, that might be because I had no idea they even knew each other and the first time I met Anna she tried to kill me."
Elena chuckled, "You think she helped because of Jeremy or because of some hidden agenda?"
"I think, Elena, that you need to not read too much into things, I think Stefan is proof that vampires are completely capable of love. I, personally, think she just cares about Jeremy. Maybe if we give her a chance she could be a good guy."
"I guess your right." she sighed, "But it'll be hard to trust her right away, she tried to kill you, she once kidnapped me and Bonnie."
"Damon has done bad things hasn't he?" I asked. Elena frowned, confused as to why I was saying this.
"Yeah?"
"Exactly. You trust him, it took a while but you do." I stated, "Why should Anna be any different?"
"You should be a shrink." Elena mumbled switching off the television with a remote and stretching. I laughed, stifling a yawn and nodded, "Ive been told!"
"So what do we do now?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes.
"Now," said another voice form behind us, causing us to jump from our seats, "You hang here, till we work out what's happening next."
"Stefan." Elena said exasperatedly, as if this was a regular occurrence, which thinking back, it probably was, "We cant just stay here. I've got to get home to Jeremy and talk to him, Kaye has to go home to her dad."
"She's right, I didn't even tell him I was staying out, he'll be panicking if I don't get home today."
"We don't know where John is. We don't know what Pearls planning." Stefan stated.
"Ask Anna." Elena countered, folding her arms over her chest, her face a mask of defiance.
"We don't know where John is." Stefan repeated.
"He's not going to do anything in broad daylight. Besides Jenna will probably kill him before he gets to anyone." Elena argued.
"As much as it pains me to admit it, Stefans right. Its not safe." Damons voice interrupted.
Elena scoffed, "When did you become your brother?" she shot to Damon as I smiled up at him and added, "Morning."
"Aren't you amusing." Damon shot back to her sarcastically, squeezing my shoulder as he came up behind me.
"I really do need to get home to dad though." I piped in, "He really will panic."
"I don't doubt that." Damon replied with a roll of his beautiful icy eyes.
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"Dad! I'm home!" I called as I stepped through the door, waving goodbye to Damon who had driven me home after much persuasion on mine and Elenas part. Mainly we had, had to persuade Stefan as after just a few minutes Damon had stalked out of the room and told Stefan to 'handle it'.
"Kaye?" My dads voice came from the kitchen, "Where have you been? You scared the crap out of me!"
"Dad I'm sorry.." I started as I made my way to the kitchen cringing as he cut me off, I'd never heard him so angry before.
"Have you seen what happened last night? The mayors dead, there was a crash involving teenagers, a fire, numerous people were hurt and then I don't hear anything from you all night, I was up all night calling hospitals and authorities to see if you were hurt somewhere Do you have any idea how scared I was. The thought of losing you too Kaye…" he trailed off as he pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sorry dad, I stayed at the boarding house with Elena, Stefan and Damon. We saw all the chaos and it was quicker and safer to go there than trying to get home. I thought you would be okay." I said, feeling extremely guilty at my lack of thought when it came to informing him of my whereabouts. "I thought you would have preferred for me to stay somewhere else rather than try and walk through the chaos." I felt my gut wrench at my blatant lies, glad he was still holding me as my face would surely have betrayed my guilt. He pulled back and shook his head, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "You couldn't have called me?" he asked.
"Honestly?" I smiled back, "I completely forgot." Between the being kidnapped, saving a vampires life, and being exhausted, needing sleep. "Elena and I watched movies and .."
"So is there something going on between you and the older boy?" he interrupted eyeing me sceptically.
"No." I replied, probably faster than was necessary. Groaning inwardly as his eyes found the large and very obviously male clothes I was wearing. "Uh, these are.." I started.
"He's a good looking boy Kaye." a knowing tone to his voice as he interrupted. "He did take you out that day and he lives at the house you stayed at last night."
"What are you saying?" I asked, cautiously, meticulously planning any answers to his next remark. I couldn't tell him I was 'with' Damon, because I technically wasn't, at least not as far as I was aware. I didn't have a clue what was going on there, and I couldn't tell my dad that either. He would surely get the wrong idea. As far as I knew, Damon and I were… something. We kissed, well once properly and a few pecks here and there. We helped each other, I cared about him and I think he cared about me. So our, relationship, if you could call it that hadn't gotten off to the best start, more of a predator-prey thing but now, well, I still had no idea. Back to square one.
"He seemed charming enough, but Ive heard stories.."
"Dad." I groaned.
"But," he raised his hands to shoulder height, a gesture that shouted calm down "you know me Kaye, I like to make my own judgements, I like to think that people can change."
"Dad, he's not as bad as everyone thinks." I said.
"I'd also like to think," He continued as if I hadn't spoken, "that if anything is going on then your being…" please don't say safe, please don't say safe, "safe." Dammit!
"Dad." I started, "Please don't." If I wasn't careful this was going to turn into one of those extremely awkward birds and bees, father, daughter talks. We'd had one of these on my fourteenth birthday, even though my dad thought it a little premature, and that had been bad enough, it would be even worse now I actually had a handsome, older, albeit un dead, person in my life. What was I saying? No way did I think of Damon in a birds and bees way. Oh God. Kill me.
"I just need to know that he's treating you right, and that I'm not gonna have any little blond, blue eyes grand kids running around." I think if I'd blushed any brighter I would have set the house on fire.
"Oh God dad, I'm going to pretend you never said that, go up to my room and scoop my brains out."
"Kaye," he said seriously.
"Dad. It's all good, no worries." I said cringing, forcing back a giggle as my mind wandered, showing my images of little blond and dark haired toddlers running around with pale faces and pointy teeth.
Was it even possible for vampires to have children?
"Are you?" he asked, "You know?"
"Dad!" I cried, "No! My God! No!"
"I love you Kaye!" My dad called after me, as I trudged out of the kitchen, suitably embarrassed for his tastes.
"I love you too dad!" I called back with a small smile as I started up the stairs, "Like I said, I'm now going to go and do something extremely painful to my brains until I forget this conversation!"
"Like what?" He shouted, laughter in his voice.
"Bang my head against the wall?" I called, stepping into my bedroom as he continued to laugh. I smiled, pulling the draw strings on the bottoms I wore tighter deciding to keep them on, and tugged the shirt over my head, grabbing one of my own and replacing it. I turned to the mirror, running my hand through my hair and gasped.
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