To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC

Chapter 41- See how you like it.

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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I've noticed people have been asking me why Kaye is so secretive about what's happening to her, my general reasoning is that- vampires and creatures are running amok, both John and Pearl are after them with separate plots and so much is happening to so many different people that she doesn't want to trouble anyone with something that she isn't sure about. That's my reasoning anyway =P Anyway… on with the fic!

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Kaye's P.O.V

Game On. How could two words be so menacing and terrifying? Ignoring, of course the fact that they were scrawled across the mirror in blood, how could two words strike fear into the heart of not only myself and Elena, two human, defenceless girls, but two centuries old vampire too. Of course neither of the Salvatore brothers openly admitted that they were scared. There was no tremble in their voices, no shaking of steady hands. No indication of any fear at all, or in Damon's case, any emotion at all. But there was, and I knew Elena could see this too, a stiffness to their movements as they moved to rid the bathroom of any evidence of what had once been there, a certain darkness in Stefan's eyes as he removed the carcass from the house, a mechanical touch to Damon's movements as he vigorously cleaned the mirror.

There was also the fact that nobody could meet the others eyes. There was unspoken conversations, quick glances between the brothers, fearful glares from Elena, intense staring at parts of the wall, but no words, it was like no one had anything to say, or what they did have to say wasn't something that anybody wanted to hear. There were so many questions and yet so little incentive to ask them. Who did this? Pearl? John? Another? How did they get in? Who invited them? What happens next? Where do we go from here?

I wanted to ask Elena if she was okay, Stefan what he would do to protect her, Damon what the next step was. But no words would come, I couldn't voice anything I was thinking.

The first to speak was Elena, as we sat, the two of us in the living room, staring at the blank television as Stefan and Damon still worked to clean the bathroom, mainly the remaining scent of blood. "I'm scared."

I slid my eyes towards her, nodded, "Yes. Me too."

She swallowed, obviously eager as me to talk, but finding it hard to search for the words, "This must be weird for you right? All this scare and doubt?"

"It's not exactly new." I stated, "The moment I met Damon all this went to hell." I flinched at how bitter my voice sounded, at whipped my head to her immediately, "I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I wouldn't change anything even if I could."

"I understand." she replied softly, "Sometimes I wonder, but I could never give up Stefan."

"Yeah."

"They will keep us safe you know. They always do."

"I know, I tru-" I began, but was interrupted by a deafening crash from upstairs. We shot from our seats simultaneously, "What was that?" Elena gasped.

Another smash followed the first followed in quick succession by a thud, then another. I found my self unconsciously stepping towards the hallway, the stairs, Elena hot on my heels. As we reached the bottom of the stairs we heard another crash and a grunt of pain that sounded scarily like Stefan. "Someone's up there!" Elena hissed. I had the sudden urge to giggle. "Why do we always walk towards the danger?" I groaned.

There was another crash, a growl and a shouted, "Back off Damon!"

Elena groaned, then, "You cant win brother!"

"Not again." Elena sighed before rushing past me and sprinting upwards. I followed quickly behind flinching as Elena cried, "Stop it!" I still expected, as I reached the landing, to see some new vampire at the brothers throat but instead I was met with the sight of Damon and Stefan only, moving so fast I could only see blurs, snarling like animals, attacking angrily. Elena stood helplessly before them, shouting for them to stop, slightly bewildered.

I stepped up beside her, still not used to the unnatural speed and ability they possessed, "Stop it!" I cried in unison with Elena, as Stefan, hit Damon in some way and sent him sprawling into another room. Damon shot past in a blur and then Stefan was on the floor and they were moving too quickly, flashed of Stefan's blue dress shit, streaks of black hair and pale skin.

"This isn't helping anything!" Elena cried angrily, voice piercing and seemingly resonant as the blur became still, both boys dishevelled and glaring at the other angrily, "Let go." she said angrily, glaring at both boys who each had fists clenched in shirts, or in Stefan's case, hair. They both let go reluctantly, Damon pushing his brother too roughly so that he hit the wall with a thud, a hand coming up to rub at his head that ached from the impact. "How are we supposed to get through this if all you two ever do is fight?" she asked, at that point I felt scared of her, and a small twinge of sympathy came from me towards the boys.

"We need to work together. Whoever did this," she gestured the bathroom, where the smell of thick bleach wafted into my nose, "had more of a chance of winning, doing worse, if we cant stick together."

Stefan had the good grace to look sheepish and guilty, Damon continued to glare at his brother, seemingly ignoring Elena completely.

"Look." Elena sighed resignedly, "I don't know what happened, I don't know who said what. Right now I'm too tired to care. We just need to sleep and think this through tomorrow. Damon. I think you need to leave."

At his personal address, Damon blinked, shot another angry look to his brother then stalked towards the stairs, a hand grabbing my arm as he swept past, "Come on." he growled. I'd barely had time to take a breath and protest before we were out of the door and in the rapidly darkening and cooling night outside.

"Damon. You're hurting me." I said quietly indicating the death grip he currently held on my arm. He looked at me sharply, then let go. No apology or explanation in sight as he began to stalk ahead of me. "Wait up." I called, "So much for sticking by me at all times."

"Hurry up then!" he growled as I sped up my footfalls to reach him.

"What the hell happened back there?" I asked, his anger seemingly catching.

"It's none of your business."

I opened my mouth to argue, but promptly closed it, far too exhausted to even try right now, "Damon," I sighed exasperatedly, "Are you going to take me home?"

"Lets go for a walk." he said, still facing ahead, "I need to cool off."

I nodded though he wasn't looking my way and didn't see it and followed silently, a few steps behind, frowning at the ground below my feet, only vaguely aware of where we were heading. "The school?" I asked, as we stopped and I cast my eyes around the dark, empty parking lot.

"I cant remember the last time I went to school." Damon mused wistfully, eyes trained on the building I had literally come to despise on Monday mornings after a long weekend filled with, well vampires and numerous death threats. Not parties like normal kids.

"And your complaining about that?" I laughed, "I'd love to forget about school."

"I can make that happen." he replied gravely.

"No. I have this lovely thing called a vervaine necklace." I quipped, wrapping cold fingers around the locket on my neck.

"Come on." Damon replied after a few moments, returning to his brisk pace, I realised belatedly we were heading towards the river we had been in the first time I had almost met Anna.

"It's cold." I huffed, rubbing my hands together, hoping to generate heat, as we stepped through the clearing, the river just ahead.

"Here." He replied monotonously, removing his thick leather jacket, "I don't really feel the cold."

"Of course you don't." I replied, taking the jacket and quickly slipping it on, "Its warm, if you have body heat wouldn't you feel the cold?"

"Apparently not." he answered, as he flopped down onto the floor. I frowned again, wondering if I was too young to get frown lines, I did it so often around these vampires. I dropped next to him and sighed, "Damon?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like if you weren't changed?"

"No. There was never anything other than Katherine. Then when I lost her, I spent all my time looking for her." he answered honestly, icy eyes trained on the still waters ahead of us.

"What would have been expected of you? Back then?"

"Wife, kids, job, death."

"Pretty much like now then?"

"No. My job would have been to kill vampires. We knew about them then, my father hated them, you could say he was the original council for Mystic Falls. Stefan and I ere expected to do the same."

"Then Katherine came along." I guessed, looking at him, much more interesting than the water.

He nodded, eyes narrowed, "Were you and Stefan ever close?"

"Before Katherine. Yes."

I paused, then, "Do you think she'll ever come back? Katherine?"

"Maybe. She was always unpredictable."

"You want her to though." I stated, not even needing to ask the question. He frowned, taking a leaf from my book I thought, and mumbled, "Sometimes. I don't really know."

"I don't understand." I said, rather bravely considering the mood he was in, "I don't understand how you can love someone so wholly, so unconditionally for so long after everything she did to you. All the lies and manipulation." His eyes slid in my direction, "I mean I know I'm only seventeen and your over a hundred and I've never loved anyone so passionately, or at all really other than my family. But, if someone had hurt me, led me to believe they were dead or entombed for hundreds of years- well, I'd want to forget them I think."

Silence followed my speech, after a while I thought maybe I had crossed a line, until he replied, "Then you could never know."

"Hmm?"

"I can hear your heart beat you know. It speeds up when you look at me. You're right, your seventeen, you don't know what love is."

"I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't saying it badly." I said hastily, "I just, I think its sad that the only thing in this world that you love, the only thing that makes you human is Katherine. I wish there was more for you." I didn't think I had ever felt more sincere about anything in my entire life. No matter how short Damon thought that to be.

This time I didn't receive a reply, but the silence wasn't frosty either, nor was t comfortable. It was the silence I had learned to relate to the moody Damon.

I waited a few minutes, unable to see more than a few feet in front of me due to my only human eye sight, no doubt Damon could probably see for miles, then I leaned over to Damon, quietly as possible and bit into his t-shirt clad shoulder hard, vaguely noting that despite the cold weather and me wearing his coat, he was still very warm.

"What was that for?" he asked indigenously, not even bother to rub at the bite mark, it probably only felt like a pin prick anyway even though my teeth and gums were literally throbbing right now.

"Just thought I would show you how it feels." I grinned, "See how you like it."

He grinned in reply, before facing ahead again, a small smirk playing at his lips. I sidled closer and lead my head onto his shoulder, "Sorry." I whispered, meaning for more than just biting him, for everything, even the things I had no control over.

"Yeah. Shut up." I would have been offended had I not heard the small smile on his voice. Instead I grinned and closed my eyes against the night, snuggling closer to his warmth. "Bitch" I mumbled. Damons responsive chuckle was the loudest thing in the darkness.

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