Well hello there, *hides behind the chair in order to avoid things being thrown at her and resumes talking from current hiding position* well let's keep this short and simple, because nothing that I'm gonna say is going to waver your anger in the slightest. So I'm just gonna say sorry; sorry for being an asshole and not returning quicker. I have nothing to say in my defense except the truth, that I sort of, got sidetracked, yeah I sort of got mentally occupied by some other stuff. In all honesty I wanted to write this story for you guys as fast as I could. But I just couldn't I wasn't able to get my writing pace back. For which I'm again sorry.
Now that I've annoyed you guys even further with my annoying speech, all I can say is; let's just get onto the story.
A subtle breeze combed across the quiet forest, as the students of Mysticfalls High slumbered across the clearing that they set up their camps earlier on. The silence that consumed the area was welcomed by those who were deeply immersed within the dream world but only one, amongst all the other current residents of the place was unfortunate enough to comeback to consciousness at this late hour.
Elena Gilbert lay still in her tent with wide open eyes, still trying to shake of the horrible nightmare that had been the cause of disturbing her from her slumber. Now, she could actually comprehend the fact that it was just a harmless dream; the scary flashes that she saw, containing ghosts and phantoms were just images created by her mind. Oh how she wished she hadn't heard her stupid classmates muttering something along the lines of, "supernatural entities exist in forests and stuff" now, she was facing the consequences of previously eavesdropping, as her imagination became overly active.
Groaning, Elena thought about the previous hours of darkness, of the same night. She vaguely remembered that when she had first fallen asleep, her tiredness had caught up to her, resulting in her immediately falling into the well invited dream world, but as the night stretched longer, she had woken up because of a dream, and it was difficult for her to fall back to sleep now. So She did the only thing she could; she laid wide awake in her tent, that had its flap still completely closed. It was awfully quiet outside, it felt as if she was alone for miles and miles. The breeze outside picked up a bit more and made eerie swishing sounds causing the frightened girl to cringe, not just from fear but also because of the abrupt drop in the temperature.
The ruffling of leaves that she could hear, made Elena's heartbeat to further accelerate. Her mind's rational part told her, it was nothing to worry about as the wind outside probably picked up the leaves and crashed them here and there, time to time. But the frightened part of her mind won over and now told her, that there was probably a serial killer wandering outside looking for their next prey. The girl had watched a lot of suspense thrillers to come up with the following theory, that the soft sounds of leaves coming from outside was caused by silent shuffling of unwanted feet. Elena wanted to scream, but of course she couldn't do that either, she'd wake the entire camp. As a last resort, her mind again went onto what she originally thought of doing since she first opened her eyes that night; Damon, she wanted to be closer to Damon. And reaching out to him wasn't an easy task either, in order to do that, she'd have to step outside of her tent and only God knew if something was lurking outside or not.
If anyone ever questioned her on the matter, Elena would admit it without hesitation that she hardly had a brave bone in her body. But this night had made her go even beyond her limit, the reason being that the feeling had completely sunk in with her, that she was not in her secure home, but instead in a vast forest where the possibilities of bad occurrences was countless and that's what got to her, the fear of the unknown. Taking in a deep breath and collecting all her courage Elena told herself that this fear had to stop, and stop it she will. The only solution was to simply see it with her own eyes that Damon was in fact asleep in front of her tent's opening.
She took another deep breath and rolled on her stomach, shifting so that where before she was facing the roof of her tent, now she lay flat on her stomach. She then lifted her face a little so she could put her hands underneath her chin to support it and it was easier for her eyes to face the tent's opening. Slowly she reached her hand forward and grabbed the zipper of the of the flap, and very slowly and gently she unzipped it. Once she was halfway through the zipper she lifted the flap slightly and peeked outside. Unfortunately her vision got obscured by the fog that was lingering around. It was hard to make out anything beyond a few centimeters and it was no good, she had to open the entire flap, sighing she did just that. Goosebumps crawled across her skin as the full force of the cold night hit her, but on the bright side the movement in air caused by the flap blew the mist away from in front of her and her eyes adjusted to the moonlit night.
Then she smiled cause just in front of her tent's opening, was another opening that had its flap entirely open. The occupant of that little shelter had his face immersed in his soft pillow. His head's position suggested that he had his right ear deliberately positioned in a way, so that if need be, it would be easy for him to catch any unwanted sounds in his sleep. The man looked pretty comfortable and his evened breathing shown by the steady rise and fall of his wide back proved that he was in a deep sleep.
Due to his position, all Elena could see of his entire head was his hair and for a moment all she could do was just be mesmerized by his jet black strands. She couldn't express how beautiful his hair looked, the way the moonlight reflected off of those silky threads made her want to reach out to it and caress it. His head lay within a comfortable range for her to reach out, and she did just that.
She took advantage of the situation, took advantage of the fact that he was asleep. It was now that her fingers were just slightly hovering over his head and a moment of hesitation occurred, 'what if he wakes up?... No!' shaking her head she shook that thought away and reasoned with herself that she might not get this chance again and so she gently placed her fingers on top of his hair.
"Dear god!" a soft gasp escaped Elena's lips. His hair was softer than it appeared and it made her smile harder. Not removing her hand from his hair even for even a moment, she made herself lay down in a more comfortable position and she resumed caressing it. It felt wonderful, it was something so simple but so personal at the same time. It was a moment she was stealing, one that she would keep to herself as a beautiful secret. Just a few moments ago she wanted the night to end but now she felt like she never wanted to see the day ever if it meant she could live this moment the entire time.
A Few Hours Later…..
'That man, dear god! Leave it to Alaric Saltzman, to do something as obnoxious as waking them all up at four o'clock in the morning!', mentally Elena screamed to herself.
Not that she was actually up and ready as she should have been, considering that his last call on the loud speaker sounded somewhat next to a threat. Nope, she was far from it; she instead rolled on her stomach and laid there covering her head with her pillow in an attempt to block out Mr. Saltzman's constant shouts about how "they were far behind their schedule of activities" that he had planned for them.
Suddenly Elena sat upright as something struck her. She looked ahead and saw that she was sealed within her tent as its flap was once again completely zipped. A deep blush covered her pretty face as she realized what might have happened. She was pretty sure she had fallen asleep with..with… her hand in Damon's hair and he would have woken up and found her in that position, he might have extracted her hand from his head and put her arm within her tent with the rest of her body and zipped the flap like before!
"God this is beyond embarrassing!" Elena whined to herself. "He's probably thinking I'm some sort of a creep!" She mumbled as she hid her face behind her hands. Just as she was thinking about how she would pretend in front of Damon that she didn't do anything the previous night, she heard someone knocking on her tent's stretched material from the outside.
"Miss Gilbert?" Asked the voice she was dreading from the other side of her tent's thin material. It effectively froze her in her current position but somehow she managed two words for a response, "Yes Damon?" .
"Do you plan on coming out, today?" the man obviously unnoticed by the girl, rolled his eyes.
Slight shuffling was heard from Elena's side and after a few seconds the flap started opening. Damon stepped aside as he saw her stepping outside. Facing her awake for the first time that morning, brought back flashes to his mind. When he had first woken up with Elena's hand resting in his head and her asleep, he had been shocked, to say the least. He would be lying if he said he didn't expect anything like this from her, but even knowing this side of Miss Gilbert, the daring side, couldn't have prepared him for what he had witnessed or more likely experienced that morning. While coming to consciousness that day, he had raised his head lightly because he'd felt extra weight on it; his initial thought was that maybe some forest creature had considered his head a comfortable sleeping spot. That would have unnerved a normal person, but not Damon Salvatore. However what he actually found, flustered him momentarily.
That was at that moment and now in the present, whilst he actually faced her, it was proving hard to control his expressions, because frankly speaking, he felt awkward. 'I mean what was that girl actually doing?'
Thankfully Elena didn't stick around for too long; one thing that Damon had failed to notice at first was, her bag that she had brought out of the tent with her. She walked away towards the changing area where the bathrooms were located, that probably was the only facility the camp had on par with civilization.
Damon followed Elena with his eyes all the way to the bathrooms, he could make out through her posture that she was more than embarrassed, because she had her head lowered and eyes focused on the ground. Sighing, Damon also made his way halfway towards the bathrooms so that he would stay closer to her. What could he do, it was his duty, following her around everywhere. It made him seem like a lovesick idiot sometimes; sorry correction all the times. The thought itself made him groan, and he had yet an entire week to go through accompanying Miss Gilbert around during those "activities" that Saltzman oh so proudly stated during his announcements.
Being the patient soul that he was, he just quietly waited outside the bathroom/changing area, time to time ignoring the hungry stares that he was getting from the girls who were still around getting ready. Jesus one of said girls, had the audacity to grab his hand and tried dragging him to one of the empty changing rooms to take part in their own "activities" but Damon had gotten rid of her easily. All he had to do was glare at her, yes one of his deadly glares that roughly translated into 'not to mess with me', he usually reserved it for criminals and stuff, but it worked for the girl too. At least that'll keep her away for a… lifetime. Then finally after several minutes one of the bathroom's door clicked open and Elena stepped outside. She wore a baby blue, baby doll shirt that just reached low enough to cover her waist; if she stretched or bounced it would surly show some skin and she matched that shirt with short khaki shorts.
After the first glance Damon just wanted to stare at her longer. He could feel it inside, that he liked the site and when he'd have to look away it would be an unwilling act, and inevitably he'd have to look away sooner than what he'd like.
Elena made her way towards him, she didn't notice the unfamiliar way Damon was looking at her, because to her it was just another one of his many blank looks. She would have noticed something if she had stared into his eyes and spotted the minor glint, but right now she was also busy noticing what he was wearing. The Adonis in front of her, wore simple baggy black pants suitable for outdoor activities, a white body hugging wife beater and a simple black button down half sleeved shirt that had its buttons undone all the way. His attire was nothing special; he wore what boys normally wear during lazy days but he somehow even made those clothes look special. Elena sighed and went to stand right in front of him.
Damon looked at her face now, very well aware of what he consciously did just seconds ago. 'So what? I'm a guy and I just simply can't deny my eyes the pleasure if something beautiful presents itself before them, especially if there's no harm in it.'
Well that's it for now. Hope it made some of my returning readers happy (if there are any) cause this happens to be my longest chapter so far. Anyway on a side note I wanted to add more stuff to this chapter but I wasn't so sure about it cause you see even I have to go back a few chapters and read some of the details hehehe and I just couldn't do that at the moment, so they'll be a part of the next chapter. Hmm so next chapter? Let's just say I intend on returning really soon rest is all up to God.