Chapter 3. Enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of The Vampire Diaries. I do, however, own my main OC Alexandra Madrigal. Please do not use her in any of your stories.
I followed Damon inside Mystic Grill. He sat by the bar, so I sat next to orded his usual drink and I got an orange juice. I looked around, not recgonising anyone, I shrugged and turned back around. Damon never told me why he wanted me to come with him, I didn''t see why he couldn't come by himself. But yet, here I am. I tapped my fingers against the bar, sitting there in silence as he talked to, who I think was my history teacher. They both talked in hush voices. Damon Salvatore, you are becoming more mysterous every time I'm with you. I thought as I sighed and rested my head against my hand. I finished my drink and stood up. Damon reached over and grabbed my arm. I sighed and sat back down. "Why do you need me to stay?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He sighed and turned around. "Well, Alex. I told you to wear something pretty, not the clothes you were already wearing. So, I have someone taking care of that, and until they get here you have to stay, okay?"
"No, not okay. Why do I need to wear something pretty? Where exactly are we going? I have the right to know, don't I?" I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Sighing as he just told me to wait and be patient. He was determined not tell me anything, yet. I hated that. I looked up as an young women walked over to me and Damon. He stood up, signaling for me to follow, standing I walked out behind him. He greated the women with a soft kiss to the cheek, she gave him a sharp loook, then introduced me. Her name was Rebekah. She was beautiful. Lovely blonde hair. She handed over an outfit to me. Damon telling to change in the bathroom. I sigh and leave. I walk into cubical and change into the short, silver dress and boots Rebekah had previously gave to me. I feel down the tight dress which only just covered my bottom when I rasied my arms. I pulled my jacket on and left, looking down.
I walked over to Damon, who smirkled when he saw me. Rebekah had gone, which was a shame as it would have been nice if she had tagged along with us. I wouldn't need to be alone with him then. I walked over to him as he wolf wistled I sighed, shaking my head. He placed his arm around me, walking over to his car and opening the door. I sat in and he closed to then walked around to his side. "You look amazing, by the way." He said, starting the car. I smiled. "I look like a prostitute." He laughed and strted driving, turning the radio on.
I pushed my hair back, looking out of the window. He wwas still quite secretive as to where we were going. We pulled up outsode a bar, there was a lot of people there. All wearing outfits that were the same length or shorter than mine. I looked over at Damon. "A night club? I'm never going to get in there." I said, sighing slightly.
"Of course you will. I find myself to be very persuavise." He smirked and walked climbed out the car.
I left after him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the front of the que. They let us in with a kind smile. The music was loud. He pulled me over to the bar. He orded two drinks and handed one to me. "Thankyou." I said, taking a drink.
"Your welcome, beautiful." He smirked and turned to a guy sitting at the door. "Watch our drinks?" The guy nodded and Damon pulled me towards the dancefloor.
He pulled me towards him, our bodies centremeters away, dancing suductivly. I started to dance with hime, it seemed better than standing awkwardly. He grinned and spun me around, standing behind me, his arm snaking around my waist. I laughed slightly and grabbed his hand, trying to move it. Damon smirked and grabbed my hand, enterwining our fingers, spinning and pulling my body tight against his, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "Having fun?" I laughed slightly and nodded. We continued to dance for about half an hour before stopping when a slow song came on. I looked around to see everyone dancing with someone. The really drunk ones where still dancing like numptys. I turned my head back to look at Damon. He had his hand held out, offering it to me. "Dance with me, Alex?" He grinned, instead of his usual smirk. I nodded and took his hand. He spun me around the wrapped his free arm around my waist, as I moved my arm to his shoulder. He held my body close to his, lightly muttering the words to the song playing. I laughed as he sang the wrong words.
"Now, that's not clever." I chuckled, not moving my head from beside his. He gave a slight chuckled and moved away, grabbing my hand and walking towards the exist. We walked outside and smiles down at me. "Thank you." He said as if I'd done something to save his life. I didn't know why I was being thanked but, I went along with it anyway, although I did sound rather confused. "You're welcome, Damon." I smiled as we arrived at the car. He opened the car door, then gave a signal for me to go in. I nodded and climed into the car. He shut the car door then walked around and got in the other side.
He started the car, turning up the radio before driving off. I smiled, resting my head in my hand. Surprisingly, I actually had fun. I enjoyed it. Even if my outfit made me look like slut. I looked over at Damon. raising an eyebrow as he started singing at the top of his voice. I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it. I was totally unexpected. He smirked. nudging me as if to say join in. I shook my head, still laughing. He shrugged and continued until we were a few meters from my house. He stopped outside, turning to me. "Thank you. Tonight has been... Fun." He smiled with half of his mouth then leant forward, planting his lips gently on my cheek. I felt my cheeks heat up. but ignored it.
"Thank you, Damon. I also had fun tonight. I'll give you your friends clothes back next time I see you." I smiled. "Goodnight." I opened to the door and walked towards the door to my house. I opene it and turned around to wave, he waved back and left. The house was quiet. Too quiet to be normal. But I shrugged it off and headed off the bed. I turned around, just to be sure. I froze. I held my breath. A man stood at the bottom of the stairs. His hood was up and I couldn't see his face. I could see him lift his finger to what probably is his mouth. I bit my lip and stayed still not saying a word.