To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 48- Interesting.
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
I'm not about to lie, I've seen the Twilight movies, I've seen the Underworld movies, Ive read and seen vampire and werewolf things, about how their the worst of enemies and so on and so forth and from novels I've imagined how a fight would look, I've seen it in movies. But nothing can prepare you for the real thing. The noises are the worst I think, snarling, teeth clashing and flesh ripping, yelping and growling. I had to go by the sounds I could hear because, as was the norm when a vampire gets into a fight everything was moving too fast for the human eye to pick up.
I couldn't possibly say who was winning, or if anybody was winning at all. My heart was pounding in my ears, louder than the sounds of the fight, and I couldn't remember now who had pounced first, only that one minute everything had been still, a large wolf blocking the path to my vampire and then there had been a gust of wind made by their movements and then the bloody sounds. Elena had ran to me the moment they had moved, asking me, "Are you okay? You're bleeding, what happened?"
"I'm fine. I'm okay. Elena-" I gestured to Stefan, who seemed to be gearing himself up to jump into battle.
"Don't you dare, Stefan, it's too dangerous, if you're bitten you'll die." Elena cried, "Stefan! Stop this!"
Stefan blinked, before springing into action and leaping towards the loud snarling and ripping, "That's still weird." I mumbled, before I felt Elena tugging on my arm.
"Come on, we should get out of the open, it's safer under shelter of the trees." she explained as we stumbled towards where she had pointed. Elena shrieked as one of the trees closest to us splintered and cracked, reining sharp pieces of wood down over the ground and us, I glanced over and noticed the wolf, bloodied but still snarling as it righted itself back onto its feet and sped back towards where the brothers must have been.
"We should get back to the house Elena," I said picking my way over some of the debris from the broken tree, "this is not good."
"Not without Stefan!" she cried.
"Elena! Come on!"
"No! If one of them gets hurt I will never forgive myself. Neither will you, we have to get back to the house. All of us!"
"Then at least come even further back here." I called from where I stood further away from the monumental scrabble in the clearing, "You'll get hurt too." She scrambled closer towards me, eyes wide with fear, for herself, for Stefan, for us all.
We watched, huddled behind a rather large tree as the fight before us continued to blur and the horrendous sounds continued, feeling helpless, useless. Despite the noises cascading around us the loudest thing I could hear was my heart beating rapidly in my ears and Elena's heavy breathing beside me. Elena who was completely unharmed and uninjured but who I knew without a doubt I had seen in the woods. Now, however was not the time to mull over such things. Now, was a more pressing matter. The fight stopped abruptly after what seemed like hours but couldn't have been more than ten minutes, maybe even less. Immediately my eyes sought out Damon's form, hunched but with the dominating power, standing over the bloodied wolf, looking just about ready to commit murder. Then my eyes found Stefan who looked a little better off, but was clutching at a slowly healing wound on his side. The wolf was breathing heavily, a slight whine to the sound, blinking up at the two vampires, glaring seemed the more concise words, completely unyielding.
Elena took this time to run towards them, straight towards Stefan, hands ghosting over his chest and face lovingly checking for any wounds, eyes brimmed with relief when she saw he was mostly fine. I felt my heart clench slightly at the shining love in his eyes as he glanced down at her, something I had personally never seen in a person whose eyes were on me. If I survived all of this vampire crap I would have my whole life to find someone to look at me that way, I highly doubted Damon ever would, because contrary to what others believed I wasn't stupid, I knew that it was Katherine who was always on Damons mind, even as he kissed me, looked after me, he saw Katherine, I hadn't needed any nightmare to confirm as much. I also, sometimes, saw the way he would watch Elena, despite the attitude and probably faked contempt he seemed to hold, I saw the way his eyes would glance at her, not seeing her, but in fact the exact image of the woman he loved, had loved for hundreds of years. I saw how his eyes would follow her and how sometimes there would be this look on his face as if he was back somewhere long ago, in a time when he had thought she loved him too, and he would give an almost imperceptible shake of his head as if clearing his thoughts or memories and return to his usual ways.
Said persons voice brought me from my thoughts, this time, there was no wistfulness or wishing for the past, this time there was only rage, pure and unadulterated.
"I'll break his God damned neck!"
"Damon-" Stefan began, only to yank his brother back as the wolf, who I now noticed had a wounded leg and was currently unable to move snarled and launched forwards as far as he could to bite. "You can't get close enough while he's snapping like that, it's safer to wait until he's human."
Ignoring his brother Damon stepped closer again as I began my way towards the commotion. "It'll kill you Damon." Elena said worriedly, "What will you have achieved then?"
"Damon." I called, trying to cover up a minute trip over a branch, "Don't."
"I'll kill him."
"He'll kill you first!" I cried, glaring at the slightly smug look that seemed to cross the wolfs face, "It isn't worth it!"
Damon's eyes remained fixed on the wolfs form, but his anger seemed to fade a little as Stefan promised him that it could be finished later, in a safer way. "This isn't over." he growled as a warning to the wolf before promptly turning away and marching towards the house.
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The next morning came far too soon after what had to have been one of the longest nights I had been through. First the fight, then the stony silence that had taken up residence in the boarding house when we had returned, the glare that came across Damon's face every time we heard a faint howl from the woods that would have been much louder to vampire ears and the wolf must have been doing on purpose. Then there was the throbbing ache of my back, under the fresh bandages Elena had applied in the bathroom. There was my continual insistence that I wasn't an idiot but I had in fact seen Elena in the woods, at least I thought I had. Of course I didn't mention any previous visions. I hadn't been able to sleep that night, used to sleeping on my back and having to sacrifice my usual position for my front. However, even if I hadn't had the problems with my back my mind wouldn't have let me rest any, too much was happening to warrant sleep, to warrant anything other than extremely deep thought and obviously warranted a lot of ignoring me from Damon, including him insisting that I take his bed and sleeping on the couch . This morning, in the kitchen Damon had been much less abrupt and demanded I dress and accompany him to the grill for lunch, a stress reliever he had called it and there had been no further mention of my idiocrisies the night before. The journey had been quiet and the conversation still a little stilted but comfortable, but said journey had led me to standing in the parking lot as Damon stalked towards a now human Mason Lockwood who stood beside his own car, with what he had deemed to be the 'intention to talk'. I doubted that was his intention at all, after all I had noticed the tense line of his shoulders and the determination of his stride. I couldn't hear anything of the conversation, but I could see the confidence in Damon, the way Mason's eyes lit with a renewed anger as he noticed the vampire and the responding tension in his own shoulders. I could see the frown on his face as he glared at Damon, whose back was to me, I could see his mouth moving angrily as he talked with what I could assume was menace and threats, the hand gestures he made, sharp and pointed. Then, it was as if things slowed, at least the two men before me did, one minute they had been arguing in low voices, after all it was still most important for them not to be outed, and the next moment there was a blur too quick for the human eye to fully notice and Mason was doubled over, clutching at his stomach. My eyes widened and I ran towards them, only to see Damon stood gleefully with a silver knife clutched in a pale hand and Masons clutching hand was covered in crimson liquid.
"What did you do?" I hissed, glancing around, feeling lucky that no one seemed to have noticed what had happened, hopefully if anybody did glance over they would see a few friends talking by a car and nothing more. I moved my eyes to Mason who straightened out in his posture and smirked, "The silver thing is a myth Damon." I managed to suppress my sigh of relief, supposed enemy or not I didn't wish to see anybody die.
Damon growled angrily and I grabbed his arm, "Not here Damon, not now." His icy eyes moved from Mason to me, "You cant be exposed. Just go."
Damon's eyes promised a continuation at a later date as they returned to Mason before he turned away, "Kaye, you coming?"
"I'll be right there." He hesitated, I nodded reassuringly, he continued on to the diner.
"Are you okay?" I asked, turning back to Mason, taking in the blood on his smart button down shirt.
"I liked this shirt." He grumbled, sending a smug smile in the direction of the diner where I guessed Damon was still stood.
"Don't." I said, "He's not above killing you, you know."
"He can try."
"He would have, last night, if Elena and I hadn't talked him out of it, you should be more careful and not tempt him."
"I'm sure you'll stop it, you've got him wrapped around your little finger." he stated.
"I'm not joking Mason. Someone could've died last night, you attacked me." I replied, anger boiling slightly, "I can still feel where your claws ripped at my skin."
"I could smell vampire, when we're in that form it's all we know, then the human smell came through and I realised."
"I wont ask you to apologize, I know you wont." I said knowingly.
"You know me so well."
I ignored his sarcasm in favour of another statement, "You tried to protect me, from Damon. Last night, you were protecting me weren't you."
He paused slightly, blinked, "Vampires are our enemies, we'll protect humans. Don't take it personally."
I smiled wryly, "I won't. Just stay out of Damon's way for a while. He will kill you." I turned away, intending to end the conversation there and return to Damon, only to be stopped by a hand on my arm, keeping me on spot, his voice rumbled in my ear, "Maybe," Mason started and I shook my head imperceptibly towards Damon who looked just about ready to pounce again from where he stood by the diner door, "you should take your own advice, I've no doubt he'll kill you too. Eventually." I swallowed a lump in my throat that I refused to take as fear and pulled my arm away. "Goodbye Mason." I hissed, stalking towards Damon. So much for a stress relief.
Damon's P.O.V
There was not much remarkable about the conversation between Kaye and the wolf, though I had been impressed even from my point, where I could still hear them, when Kaye had subtly reminded Mason that she and Elena had essentially saved his life, also when she had grown angry and called him out for attacking her, I hadn't known she had, had it in her and the dog had looked just a tad remorseful when she had mentioned it. That was the most remarkable part you see, the dog, the dogs reactions and words, what seemed like genuine guilt and apologies came through his expression and eyes even as he said things that were not remorseful at all. Then, when Kaye had mentioned that he had tried to protect her that night he had hesitated, drawing more of my attention, he had seemed more shifty than usual and his explanation had been not only plausible but more than likely true. It was his heartbeat however that told me differently, like he had been called out on a lie. I couldn't think of what it might be, until he had grabbed her arm and told her that I would eventually be the death of her, his heart had sung of worry, nervousness, fear, anger and something else, a certain tenderness. I sensed this through my anger and extreme want to snap his neck there and then the moment he had grabbed Kaye, though she seemed to be handling herself just fine. Tenderness, the thing a lot of Kaye's friends felt for her, but she wasn't friends with Mason Lockwood, they'd barely spoken before. Perhaps Kaye would be a formidable enemy after all, there seemed to be something about her that warranted her living. "Damon." she brought me from my thoughts, a hand waving in front of my face, "Can we go in?"
"Sure. let's go." I replied, eyes finding Masons as he stared towards us, I placed a hand on the small of her back as she stepped through the door and Masons eyes followed the movement slowly. I smirked, Interesting.
No, this will not become a love triangle, because as Im sure I have mentioned before I am not the biggest fan of them, and this whole Mason thing has a meaning and plot. Hope you enjoyed.
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