To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 45- Give up?
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 am sooo sorry for taking so long I'm just days away from coursework deadline and gigs and have no time! Im trying! I truly am! Thank Mandi757 for giving me a great review that made me go straight to my documents to complete this chapter!
I hope everyone is keeping up with me and my differences to the canon show. Let me know if you have any questions and Ill get back to you as soon as possible! Thanks again to everybody! 3
Also a heads up- I have nothing against Twilight! Im ficcing about Jasper it just sits in the chapter.
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Damon's P.O.V
"Well everyone, it's been a pleasure talking to you all." I grinned, standing from my seat and stretching, "but I have better things to be doing."
"Damon." Stefans voice sounded warningly.
"Hush brother." I smirked, "You have guests to entertain."
Ignoring Elena, her kid brother and the others I left the room quickly and headed for the stairs. Once I had reached the top I called out, "Kaye? I decided not to kill anybody tonight." I tapped a hand on the door to my bedroom. "Kaye. You're in my room."
It was a few seconds before the door whirled open, unsurprisingly since I had heard her footsteps, she glared at me from the other side for a few seconds before turning back into the room and returning to her place by the window. "Kaye." I said, elongating the vowel in her name, "Are you angry at me?"
I didn't have to see her face to know she was rolling her eyes.
"Did Anna make you sad?" I smirked. "Kaye?"
She sighed angrily.
Kaye's P.O.V
I heard him chuckle behind me and spun around, "You know what Damon? Give it a rest okay? It's not funny. None of this is funny."
"It is a little." he grinned.
"No. Its not. People are after us, humans and vampires alike. Its not funny." I said incredulously.
"I'm literally shaking in my boots." he said with wide eyes, faking a shiver.
"You should be, because I bloody well am." I sighed, wrapping an arm around myself. More than you could know.
"Its just a couple of wolves." he dismissed with a roll of the eyes.
"Whose bite is fatal to vampires."
"So I wont get bitten."
"There's the council."
"Yes."
"John. He's still out there." I added, "Pearl, the tomb vampires."
Damon sighed, sitting on the edge of his unmade bed, "We're working it out Kaye." he said, all serious now. I turned back to the window and whispered, "How long are we going to talk about it Damon? People are in danger."
"I know."
"Do you?" I asked, quelling down a surge of anger because no, he didn't know, he could possibly understand because he lived for danger and fear and pain. That was Damon. "My dad. Jenna. Jeremy. Bonnie. Caroline was turned into a vampire, her life is over." I turned back to him, where he sat expressionless and emotionless as usual, not even his eyes showed anything like they usually did. "I don't mean to snap at you Damon." I shook my head and headed towards the bed and took a seat beside him, "I just, I never thought I would have to fear a full moon, or a walk in the woods, or a - a school dance." I paused, "I moved here thinking it would be a new start, I never though my best friends would be vampires and witches or associated with vampires in some way. I cant help but be scared. I don't blame you anymore."
I frowned at my own words, having not realised until that moment that I had even blamed Damon for anything in the first place.
There was a few minutes of silence which seemed much longer before Damon spoke, "You're sounding more American every day you know."
"What?"
"Your accent. The words you say. Sometimes the way you act." I shook my head, well aware that he was changing the subject but humoured him anyway.
"It must be all the Americans surrounding me." I replied.
"Must be."
I sighed into the silence and moved my hand, that had been resting on my knee, over his, squeezing lightly. "I am thankful you know" I said, "For all the things you've done for me, I couldn't be more thankful."
"I don't do it for you." he stated, narrowing his eyes, "I do it for me. You taste good remember."
I scoffed and used my other hand to punch his arm lightly, "Rude!" I said, affronted.
"The others are leaving, guess they have to take Caroline home before the sun comes up. Don't want her to burn do we?" Damon said, standing from the bed and moving to the window, obviously watching those who were leaving.
"Don't be so crude. I said before, it's a serious situation." he hummed noncommittally, "What will happen to Caroline now?"
"There's nothing we can do, what's done is done, she's one of us now, there's no way you change that."
"I know."
"If we can convince the witch then we'll have her curse a ring, so she can go into the sun. It's up to Caroline though, what she does now." he paused as a smirk pulled up the corners of his mouth, "The stupid blonde will probably go to LA and try to be an actress or something. She'd make a convincing vampire. One of those annoying preppy kinds."
A bark of laughter burst forth from my mouth and I once was again reminded of Damon's' acute ability to make me laugh or angry or excited at any moment. "Like Twilight?" I asked.
"Can you believe I read those once?" he asked to my surprise, "I didn't get what was so amazing about the main girl, she seemed quite boring."
"You're just saying that cause she wasn't a supermodel."
"Supermodels are boring too." he stated, "I don't get the whole werewolf falling for a vampire thing either? Or the werewolf and vampire team thing, it just doesn't happen."
"I just cannot believe you read them." I laughed.
"And we don't glitter either."
"Of course not." I grinned mockingly, another thing I had probably learned from Damon, "you're too manly for that."
There was no reply, the replacement silence allowing the saddening thoughts to return to my mind, poor preppy Caroline transforming alone in a hospital bed, confident, strong Tyler who could one day become a monster possessing the most painful curse. Beautiful, kind Elena, in love with a vampire and constantly in danger. Bonnie, her magic apparently out of her control. Anna who has lost her mother.
Everything is awful.
"I know." Damon replied. He glanced at my face, "You said that out loud." he said by way of explanation.
"Do you ever think that maybe if we just gave up it might be different? Maybe we should just stop running?" I asked.
Then everything happened quickly and I ignored the small voice in my head telling me that everything seemed to move quickly around vampires. Damon Salvatore especially. As I glanced up I realised that Damon was no longer stood beside the window, then there was hands gripping my arms and I was no longer perched on the bed. Then there was a hard wall slamming against my back and I could see Damon again, face close, blue eyes boring into my own, his voice a growl as he said, "You want to give up?"
"Da-"
"Do you understand what would happen if we gave up? First Pearl and the others would take Mystic Falls. This means destroying the council, then killing and enslaving anyone they want, it would be a massacre, a complete bloodbath." He barely paused for a breath, "Then, they would take Bonnie, a witch is useful you see. They'd kill any vampire who refused to join, Caroline, Anna, Stefan." I refrained from mentioning that he had not included himself in the list. "Worst of all for you, they would keep everyone you love alive, your closest friends, your family, Elenas family and friends and after making you watch all of this they would make you watch as they killed the people you loved one by one. Then if your lucky they would kill you too. If your unlucky they would keep you around." I swallowed, struck dumb by the sincerity of his words.
"They would kill you Kaye." I drew in a breath, certain of the agony I had heard in his voice during the last line, I blinked.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, pressing a hand gently against his anger lined face as far as his strong grip on my arms would allow. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just- I know Damon, I know we're all that stands in the way. I just- I'm scared. I know I keep saying it but- I'm sorry."
The anger didn't dissipate as he moved to step back, "Damon-" I said louder, moving my hand to the back of his head, gently running my fingers through the shorter hair at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry." I stated firmly. He was so close, I could feel his breath mixing with my own and- Oh God just do it already!
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, my other hand moving to his forearm, sliding upwards to his neck. He was stoic and did not respond, I pulled back just half an inch, my lips still gently moving against his as I continued to whisper, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Damon-" He growled, I jumped and moved to pull back entirely but instead of being pushed back I was pulled closer and then his lips were moving against mine. It was so different to the other kiss we had shared at the Lockwoods. The one other kiss. How had it only been one? How had I gone so long without this? A hand was pressed against the small of my back and the other fisted into the back of my hair. This is why, I thought, this is why I've done all I have, this is why I could never give up. This was Damon. The arrogant, stupid, quite frankly mean, beautiful prat. This was Damon and me. I could smell him, feel him pressed closely to me, chest harder than the wall behind me, taste him. Then he was sliding a tongue against my bottom lip and it really hadn't been like this last time, and then his tongue was in my mouth and Jesus if this wasn't addictive and just wonderful. My hands moved of their own accord apparently, as they moved to his front, sliding slowly up his shirt, his skin warm beneath my hands. My breath hitched as he stepped back and I barely contained a whine at the loss of contact, but he was soon there again after removing his shirt in a blur too fast for my eyes. My hands were on his shoulders, his bare arms, his chest and his back as he kissed me again. I had never felt so close to someone, so intimate. I should have been scared, nervous, should have thought that this was so fast, but this was Damon and despite everything I trusted Damon. And then his hand moved to the hem of my own shirt and I felt cold fingers against my stomach, sliding upwards - "Damon!"
His movements stopped and he pulled away with a growl, "Good timing brother."
"Damon! We need to talk."
Another growl, eyes still burning a hole in mine, "You should go." I whispered, "It's probably important."
"Or he's just trying to piss me off." He murmured moving away and pulling his shirt back on with the same speed he had removed it. "I'll be quick." he said, voice laced with promise before he shot me a lingering peck on the lips.
I heaved a deep breath as he closed the door behind him, barely managing to contain my need to jump up and down and squeal like a teenager with her first crush. I sighed happily, momentarily able to forget all of the events that had led us here. I fell onto the bed with a grin and snuggled into the pillows and just seconds later sleep enveloped me.
Damon's P.O.V
I returned to the room an hour later, suitably pissed off at my brother who had wanted to continue the days previous conversation in private. He had first asked where Kaye was, probably with an inward smirk because he god damned knew what he was interrupting. I'd lied anyway and told him she was trying to sleep, which had earned a comment that she was reminding him more and more of a vampire everyday and if he hadn't known better he would have thought I had turned her. I replied with a don't tempt me brother, which had ended the conversation on a stony note. He had however decided to repeat most of the things we had heard that day from Alaric and the others, ending the recap with added warnings to not do anything stupid or start anything. A pointless hour if I ever did say so myself. When I had returned to the room, Kaye was already asleep, snuggled deep into the covers, hair mussed, face relaxed. I felt slightly sick at myself as I brushed a few strands of blonde from her eyes. She made me feel like a stupid sentimental fool most of the time, but sometimes, hearing her heart beat faster as she saw me, feeling her breath hitch as I kissed her, watching her eyes follow me even subconsciously, felt good. I closed my eyes and pulled my shirt off again, before joining her on the bed, not caring that it was still light out and not time for sleeping. I pulled her close to me and closed my own eyes, warm.
"G'night Damon." she mumbled sleepily.
"Its not night." I laughed.
"Good day Damon," she whispered without missing a beat even in her half asleep state.
I grinned wryly, finding myself wondering what it would have been like for her here in Mystic Falls if I hadn't immediately homed in on her. Would it have been better for her? Safer yes. But better? Maybe. Would it have been better for me? She sighed gently and snuggled closer into my chest. No. This was definitely better.
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Bit shit ending there but its 2.10 and im up at 6.30 wish me luck!
I wish I was Nina Dobrev. She gets to make out regularly with Paul Wesley, The guy who plays Mason, (I would.) and of course Ian Somerhalder. Jealous is a weak word!
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