Dream world (Damon)

Bedroom-eyes, by Dum Dum Girls

"The hours to the sunrise creep, but I don't care

There is no hope for any sleep if you're not here

In another scene, in another bed you're sleeping

So won't you come and visit me when I'm dreaming

Oh I need your bedroom-eyes"

When was finally asleep, I took a good look at her. Her face was turned away from me and her medium-long hair gleamed like fresh chestnuts, covering it partly. Carefully, I removed a few curly strands. She wasn't a high-gloss beauty, no. She had very natural yet charming features. Finely shaped brows and long, thick eyelashes contrasted nicely with her fair skin. A delicate, but characteristic nose parted her high cheekbones with a few fine freckles on them. I caressed her face softly. Her lush lips were finely shaped and of a soft, but dark pink color. The most fascinating thing were her cornflower-blue irises. The intense color of her eyes had struck me yesterday when she had first glanced at me. I caressed her shoulder, but she was fast asleep and didn't notice. The bruise on her cheek showed prominently now. Such a bastard! I would've loved to kill him, but she'd been faster and crashed the bottle on his skull. Her response time had been fast for a human, not bad at all. I'd been surprised about her apparent coolness, but her hidden fear had been obvious for me. I'd smelled it.

And that's why I had stopped him. He'd gone too far and I was sure he would've hurt or killed her if she'd been alone. Unfortunately, I had to wait until he attacked her in order to divert her attention from me. I would've liked to spare her the blow, but it had been my chance. The cops hadn't asked many questions, the case had been clear, but they'd taken my data. Well, I had nothing to hide and Mystic Falls was still my official address, even if I didn't live there anymore. After Elena had chosen Stefan, the only question for me had been where to go. Klaus had died, without us dying along with him because a certain Bennett witch had made a deal with him, thus saving us all. Klaus' spirit had occupied Tyler for a while until he'd forced Bonnie to reanimate his body. The originals were scattered throughout the country and without a significant enemy Klaus had left Mystic Falls. Caroline had been happy to get Tyler back and Bonnie was probably shacking up with little Gilbert by now. The town council had died because of pastor Young's epiphany and Stefan… well, Stefan had gotten an immortal girlfriend. This had been my only consolation – he would hate himself for eternity that he hadn't saved Elena first.

For two years, I had done everything for Elena, she had been at the core of my attention. Finally, I hadn't been good enough for her. I'd had enough of her apologies, I didn't care anymore if she felt anything for me – I didn't want to see her anymore. It would've been a constant reminder that she'd left me to die alone. That night, my hope for love had been broken forever. I didn't hate her – maybe I would always feel love for her – but I couldn't and wouldn't endure the pain of seeing her with another man. It was enough! Of course I missed her, I missed my life in Mystic Falls, but I had to give it a new direction. The question was, which direction? For two years now, I'd been travelling the U.S. I didn't stay longer than a few weeks in one place, always trying to find something … interesting.

Well, this woman had spiked my curiosity. At first, it had been sheer sexual attraction. Her body had curves in all the right places, not too much, not too few. If the night hadn't turned out the way it had, she wouldn't have invited me in. But she had turned to me for protection – to me! How ironic, I thought, to seek protection of a vampire. Well, she didn't know what I was, not yet. I'd been tempted to bite her, oh yes, but then I'd restrained myself. She'd been so trusting and hungry for body contact, for the rush of sex and satisfaction. But there was also something else on her, something I couldn't put a finger on. Her life seemed simple, yet she had a certain aura I couldn't comprehend. I caressed her face once more. Then I let her sleep and went hunting.

After a few hours I returned on early Monday morning, just before sunrise. Thanks to my special abilities I was still outside when I heard that she had a nightmare. She was probably dreaming about the robbery again. I left my jacket downstairs and went to her bedroom. She had freed herself of the duvet during sleep and hugged her pillow tightly. Whimpering softly, one tear after the other streamed down her face. "No… please, no…", she groaned and her hands clutched at the sheets. I quickly disrobed and jumped into bed with her. Pulling the duvet up, I wrapped my arms around her. "Shsh, Helen, it's all over. It's alright." Stroking her hair, I placed a kiss on her temple. A loud sob shook her body and I decided to take control over her nightmare. Maybe I could change it like I had done on the first night and take away her fear. I closed my eyes and focused on her. To my surprise, I found myself not in the bar, but in a house. It was dark, but for me that wasn't a problem. I stood in the corner of a room and watched a shocking scene.

A cop had put his arm around Helen's shoulder and held a gun in his other hand. She seemed to be much younger, maybe just still in high school. He made her crouch down in a closet and kneeled in front of her. "Helen, you've got to be strong now. Stay here and don't move until I or another cop get you, okay?" he whispered. Completely frightened she nodded. "What if he finds me, Daddy?" she whispered back. Her dad's been a cop, I thought surprised. He stood up and searched for something on the board above the hangers. When he crouched down again, he looked around as if he was being followed. "Here, sweetie, if he finds you, shoot him. Do it like I've shown you and most important – do not hesitate, okay?" He worked the slide and showed her how to unlock it. "I'm scared, Daddy", she whispered. "Me too, sweetie, but it's over soon, okay? Now, duck down." He pushed her head down and closed the door. A loud banging noise could be heard downstairs and he spun around. Carefully, with his gun aimed at the door, he walked towards it. Suddenly the door crashed open and a masked guy aimed at Helen's dad. He fired his gun right away, but hit the attacker only at the shoulder because he stumbled over a chair while retreating backwards. The guy shot him square in the chest and he staggered backwards only to slide down to the floor right in front of the closet, deadly wounded.

Blood stained the sliding door which hid his daughter. The attacker took off his mask and approached him. "Where is she, Rafael?" he growled at the dying cop. The father just grimaced and spit out. Suddenly the man perked his ears as if he'd heard something and grinned. He got up and slowly opened the sliding door of the closet. "There you are, honey", he said lowly. The girl screamed when she saw her father in his blood, aimed the gun at the attacker and fired. He staggered back, disbelief written all over his face, put a hand over his heart and fell to the floor, dessicating right away. At once I was back in reality. She had killed a vampire while being a child? Her father had known how to kill vampires? What the hell had I gotten myself into? "Daddy, no… please…", Helen murmured and sobbed again. Damn it! I tightened my arms around her and stroke her hair soothingly. This time I wouldn't change the dream.

If she was a hunter's daughter, why had she let me in? Was she completely unaware of what had happened? Had she suppressed it or had there been nobody to train her any further? Did she know what I was or not? The latter was the most important question for me! I pondered if I shouldn't vanish right now, but something held me back. Maybe I was just curious. She had stopped crying and turned in her sleep to cuddle closely to my chest. How could she be so trusting? Even if I wasn't a vampire, trusting a one-night stand like this was simply careless. Maybe I was a little more paranoid than a normal human being. I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her naked back. Her skin was soft as silk and her hair smelled of magnolia. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes while she unconsciously pressed her bare torso to mine and my brain got slightly distracted.

Meanwhile her fingers started to move hesitantly across my chest. She inhaled deeply and smiled. Obviously she was about to wake up. "Am I dreaming?" she whispered as if she was talking to herself. "And if it was?" I whispered back. "I hope it won't end", she replied softly. Then she opened her eyes. "Hey, sleepyhead", I greeted her. "Hey, you're back", she said and stretched her body with a big yawn. "What do you mean?" I asked. She shouldn't have noticed that I'd been gone. "I dreamed you were gone." She sat up and looked at me. I met her gaze. "That wasn't the only thing you've dreamed, was it?" I dug deeper. She questioningly raised an eyebrow. "You cried in your sleep and called for your father", I explained. "Oh… that", she sighed and hung her head. Now I sat up too and carefully lifted her chin with one finger. "Helen, what's going on? What did you dream about?" I asked, urging her to tell the story once again. Her face contorted with the painful memory. "I don't like to talk about it, Damon." I nodded. "I thought so, but sometimes talking helps."

She wrapped herself in the duvet and leaned on the headboard. "My dad was a cop, here in Baton Rouge", she started in a soft voice. "One day, I was still in high school, he came home early in the afternoon. I had just come home from school and mom was still working. He looked worried and asked if strangers had shown up at our place. Then he glanced out of the window and saw somebody coming towards the house." Her eyes stared blankly and her voice sounded hollow. "What happened then?" I asked. "We ran upstairs, into the master bedroom. He hid me in the closet and gave me his second gun." Closing her eyes, she shuddered slightly. After a deep intake of breath, she opened her eyes again and looked at me. "I was sixteen when I shot my father's murderer." A single tear rolled down her cheek. Now I understood. The robbery last night must've triggered the older trauma. I put my hand on her cheek and wiped the tear away. "You were very brave back then, Helen", I said. "I would love to forget about it, but that wouldn't be fair", she whispered. I hesitated. "How do you mean?" I asked. "He was after me. I'd been the target, not my dad."

Typical survivor trauma, I thought. "Who said that?" She sighed. "Nobody wanted to talk to me about the motive, but then I eavesdropped on Dad's colleagues at the police department. One of them said the killer had been convinced that I'd been his lost daughter. That's why he'd been after me." She hung her head. "That doesn't mean it was your fault, Helen. That guy was a madman", I stated and she raised her head. "I know, Damon. Can we please stop? I don't want to talk about it anymore." She looked pleadingly at me. "We don't have to talk at all", I whispered huskily and pulled her head down for a kiss. She responded almost desperately and straddled me. "Make me forget, Damon", she whispered into my ear. She didn't have to say it twice. Burying my face between her breasts, I delved into kissing them thoroughly. Sucking at them, sometimes slightly biting them I changed between the two buds until she moaned with desire. Finally I let myself slide down on my back until I had her pelvis above my face. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. "Hold on tight", I advised her.

I raised my head and kissed her nether lips softly. "Ah", she sighed and grabbed the headboard. I let my tongue slide along her slit and could already taste her arousal. I circled her clit playfully and her pelvis twitched involuntarily. When I dipped my tongue deeper into her folds and teased her slick tight channel, she moaned softly. Dipping into her as deep as possible I took her with my tongue and stimulated her clit with my fingers. She went wild, her hips bucking. "Oh god… ah, Damon!" she cried, nearly at her peak. I stopped my ministrations and moved out underneath her only to get behind her. Holding her hips, I guided my erection into her. She moaned loudly, but she didn't move. "Feel it?" I whispered into her ear after I was sheathed deep inside her. She nodded and gasped. "I want you to feel. Stop thinking – just feel." She nodded again and cried out when I retreated and thrust back into her. "Again", she moaned. I repeated the movement, this time a little harder. "Again", she pleaded. I repeated it numerous times, her cries getting louder the harder I thrust into her. Feeling the well-known tingle in my groin, I knew I wasn't far from coming. My hand found her clit and massaged it hard while I moved faster and faster. Finally her muscles clamped down on my shaft. "Damonnn…!" she cried, flying over the edge and I followed right away, shouting her name like a mantra.

We rode the waves of our orgasm before relaxation turned our limbs into a wobbling mass. I lowered us forward down on the bed and snuggled flush to her body. All we could hear was our own harsh breathing while I held her tight. It had been intense, very much so. She breathed deeply and sighed loudly. "That was…", she started. "…damn good", I finished the sentence. She chuckled. "Oh yeah", she almost purred. "Hm, you sound very satisfied", I replied. She turned in my arms and looked at me. "Indeed", she whispered and caressed my cheek. I had to smile at the happy expression on her face and threaded my fingers through her hair. She was beautiful, even glowing from the inside. My dead heart constricted. I could like her, I thought. Her heartbeat accelerated as if she could read my mind. She frowned and bit her lower lip. "Kiss me, Damon", she blurted. I plucked her lip free and caressed it with my finger.

Slowly I lowered my head and kissed her softly. Tenderly her tongue slid along my lips and asked for entrance. I opened up and let my own tongue play with hers. It was a lazy duel, unobtrusive, equal, without haste. Finally I broke the kiss. "Let's get a few more hours sleep, Helen", I said and pulled the duvet over us. She snuggled her back to my chest. "Hold me, until I'm asleep?" she asked. "Sure", I whispered and kissed her temple. She closed her eyes and pulled my arm across her waist. After a few minutes she was fast asleep. I looked at her. If I stayed, stronger feelings for her would evolve inside me, I was sure about that. If I left now, it would hurt her, but at least she could lead a life without the dangers of my world. However, the question if she knew anything about vampires remained. Or had her father taken the secret to his grave? I decided to find out more to ensure my own security. It was always good to know which parts of the country to stay clear of. But right now, I needed some sleep.