It was the night of the Founders party and I had dressed in a dark blue ball gown with ivory lace sheening the bodice, which featured a plunging neckline- something I was wearing for the first time in my life, and was rather hesitant at doing so. The sleeves flared out just below my elbows, with more ivory lace on the hems. My chocolate hair has been left to trail down my back in naturally straight lengths, an effort I had made for a certain Salvatore. I smile at my reflection in the antique vanity mirror. I like how my hair looks without one of those pesky bonnets.
Three short raps sound from the dark wooden door, very almost sending me skipping towards it, happy that the lovely Mr. Salvatore had arrived. I swing open the door and give Damon my most winning smile, "Good afternoon, Damon." I say.
He smiles adorably and leans against the doorframe, "Looking beautiful, sunshine." He replies, his eyes obviously admiring my appearance.
I blush and catch his eyes widen. He rubs the back of his neck anxiously, "How about we head to the party?" He asks, avoiding my gaze.
"Okay." I agree, closing my door behind me.
He walks ahead of me; his dark hair is in its usual curls, his cheeks raised, a traitor sign that he is actually grinning. When he turns to face me, I admire him. He is wearing a black suit, a crisp white shirt and a dark blue tie that matches my dress, causing me to excitedly exclaim;
"We match!"
He simply smiles mischievously, before turning so that he is, once again, facing the other direction.
"Did you plan that?" I ask sceptically, skipping ahead so that I am walking beside him, craning my neck up at his gorgeous face, and more importantly, his impish expression.
He smirks, "Perhaps."
I narrow my eyes, only half-jokingly, "Are you playing games with me, Salvatore?" I ask, placing my hands on my hips and arching one eyebrow in suspicion..
He grins and says, "No games; no tricks. I give you my word." He is standing close to me, looking in my eyes, "I like you, Elena. Will you allow me to prove that I do?" he now raises an eyebrow, so I smile at his attempt at being serious.
"Ah, but can I trust your word?" I reply quickly, grinning wickedly and pointing one slender finger his way.
Damon's eyes light up and he grabs my waist, pulling me indecently close. I blush, thinking of how my mother would scold me if she were here- but I decide that I cannot live my life in fear of the dead and gone, so I try my hardest to dismiss the blush, read to have some fun with the dark haired fellow.
"I always" He pauses for emphasis, "stand by my word."
"We will have to see, won't we?" I say, a rhetorical question, as I shrug out of his arms and continue walking, until I reach the staircase, where I pause and look at Damon who has followed me.
He simply smiles in reply to my question. "And as to whether I may prove my affections?" he asks, as he holds out his folded arm, looking ahead, and not at me.
I look at his gentle expression, than his waiting arm, "As if you have to ask." I say to him, before soundlessly linking my arm with his, and, together, we make our way downstairs, and to the waiting carriages.
Hello readers! Thank you for reading (and waiting too!)
All your comments/reviews are so lovely, and it really makes my day to see them! I've noticed that people comment way more on here than they do on Wattpad! I would like to thank everyone who has commented already and say that I will try to incorporate some of your ideas too! Like bringing Lexi into the story- I think that would be snazzy
While I'm writing this, I keep snapping back to modern day language- than realising, "Oh, fudge, they wouldn't say that in 1864!" ~ It may have been a bad idea to write a FanFic based in a time I know (literally) next to nothing about!
I will try to post sooner in the future- sorry about that…
Bye, Kate xxx