Provocative much?
"Are we out of hearing range yet?" I asked quietly, that's when his laughter ruptured from his chest and echoed against the window.
"You just can't help provoking your brother, can you?"
"I did promise him an eternity of misery." He said smiling and his eyes glittered of mischief.
"Isn't it hard to keeping up appearances all the time?"
"It comes with the territory of being a vampire." He said and shrugged. "Sarcasm helps." He smiled toward me.
"Sounds a bit hard to me." I said and glanced out the window. He didn't say anything and I got kind of sad that I had ruined his good mood.
He drove straight to my hotel and I wondered how he knew which one I stayed at.
"I drove you home last night, don't you remember anything?" he looked at me as he cocked his eyebrow. "Not the hot love making?"
"Oh love making? Not just sex then?" I laughed.
He laughed and got fast around the car and opened the door for me. My hand was already on the handle, I wasn't used to have the door opened for me, but he just asked if he was too slow.
"Sorry!" I mumbled. "It's not the custom in Sweden."
"Maybe you shouldn't tell everyone where you're from." He said quiet when we walked into the hotel and took the elevator up to my room. "Klaus might hear and go after you."
I turned to him and stared dumb. "Why would he do that?"
"For sex? Wild Swedish sex." He added whispering.
"What?" I glared sarcastic at him.
"Well I thought about it." He laughed. "It's just that you know stuff, maybe he feels threaten? I just don't want anyone else get hurt. I don't want you to get hurt." He's expression was completely different as he gently cupped my face.
My heart started to pound in my chest as he touched me.
"Am I scaring you?" he asked gently.
"No." I said, well not for the obvious reason anyway.
"Your pulse is making my mouth water." He whispered in my ear. I flinched and he laughed soft. "If you think I'm just a regular guy, you have not been paying attention..."
I stared at him wide-eyed.
"Sweetie, I just said I don't want anyone to hurt you. Do you really think I would drain the life out of you after that statement?" he laughed softly.
I took a deep breath, glared at him and went into my hotel room. "I will not invite you in." I mumbled.
He still laughed soft. "You think I need an invite to get in a hotel? It's like a smorgasbord." He added, rolled his eyes and looked around in my stuff.
"How much should I take? I mean, how long are you keeping me as your pet?" then it hit me. "If something happens to me, they would instantly suspect you, if all my things where gone here. I know here are security cameras."
He looked at me puzzled. "You don't really know me, and yet you're concern for my safety if something happens to you?"
I looked at him, just as puzzled. He was absolutely right; I should be concern about myself and my safety, I was positive he could take care of himself. I just shrugged.
He moved quick and startled me as he was instantly in front of me. "When I saw you yesterday, compassionate was not the first word I thought of. Hot or perhaps delicious, came first." He added with a rolling of the eyes and a grin.
I looked down on the floor, thinking why he would think of me as hot, this famous actor who had all the girls in the world screaming after him. Then I remembered, this wasn't the actor after all. I looked up in his blue eyes and nearly lost myself in them.
"Who are you?" he said soft.
"I'm just Emma, a girl who happened to tumble into your world..." I said shyly.
Damon's phone interrupted us. "What?" he answered.
Okay, it must be Stefan, I guessed.
"No, I have better things to do, than rescue you all the time." He blurted out, but listened intensely and said then. "All right, I'll be there in ten." he resigned and hung up. "Sorry, we need to hurry up. We have to stop by Elena's house to pick something up for her. Damon, the errand-boy..." He mumbled.
I quickly picked a few things in my smaller bag and we were off to Elena's house. Alaric was at the door as soon as we parked the car outside and he was surprised to see me again.
"Emma?" he said surprised and then turned to Damon. "Got yourself a new fake girlfriend already?" He asked cynically.
"No. She's a mascot." He said and avoided the question. "What can I do for you today Rick, since that's my new mission in life." He added sarcastically.
"Elena called about a Klaus-alert and I thought you needed to prepare with some Vervain- and Volfsbane-granates. Could you take this?" He asked and handled me a small bag. Damon stuck out a hand and took it, but cursed and dropped it immediately.
"Ouch!" He yelled and cursed.
"Did I ask you to take it?" Alaric said. "I accidentally spilled Vervain on it. You can take this." He said and handled over a bigger bag to Damon.
"So what's the plan?"
"I'll go home and ask my Ripper Douche brother, head of security." Damon answered.
"Well, call if you need me."
"Not likely." Damon said and we were in the car speeding of again, with the weapons in our trunk.
"Why are you so rude?"
"He pisses me off."
"Just by existing? Give him a break!"
Once again he just looked at me puzzled. "If somebody else said that to me, I would most likely rip their head off."
"I would tell you to Drop Dead, but..." I answered and he started to laugh.
"Why aren't you scared of me?" He asked with humour glittering in his blue eyes.
"I'm terrified, can't you tell?" I said, sounding a bit sarcastic, as I looked out the side window. I should be afraid, but how can you be afraid of someone who doesn't really exist? I glanced and saw him looking at me, almost impressed.
"I would want to go somewhere with you, without my eavesdropping brother around." He said. "I like you."
I turned and looked at him. "I'm not sure if it's me or you, who are more surprised."
He laughed. "I think you're right." We both laughed, that was the first time.
"Well I still have the hotel room..." I mumbled.
He looked at me with one of the eyebrows up high. "Damn!" he said and I looked surprised at him. "I didn't try the bed!"
"It's very comfy..." I said smiling secretly, biting my lower lip.
Damon had a surprised smirk on his face. "So is mine."
We started to get close to the boarding house and Damon said something about the eavesdropping little brother of his.
"You mean you can hear him from here?" I said surprised. Damon put his finger in front of his lips in a familiar gesture; I nodded, understanding that if Damon could hear Stefan that meant that Stefan could hear whatever we said.
He parked the car in the driveway, he took my bag and we got the bags Alaric gave us from the trunk. Damon glared on the small bag that had burned his hand, but I just smiled and took it.
As we were about to walk into the house I saw something sparkle in his eyes and was all aboard the mischief that was to come.
"Come on, don't be a wuss, I've slept with a lot of women." he said, sounding annoyed.
"Yes, and you have killed a lot of women." I filled in, like I was afraid to spend the night with him, and well, that wasn't completely a lie. He looked surprised at me with a big smile on his face. I shrugged and looked innocent.
"Yeah, but that rarely happens at al." he continued our fake conversation.
Stefan and Elena came rushing down the stairs to meet us. It was obvious they thought I needed help.
"Elena you're not scared to sleep with Stefan now that he's back on people-blood and snaps for no reason, are you?"
Elena's eyes widened and Stefan showed signs of guilt instantly. I suddenly realised that he knew that she had concerns about Stefan's recovery. He was much more observant than he got credit for.
"You don't have to be a jerk!" I said, glaring at him.
"Oh honey, I have been called worse." He was so nonchalant. "I'm baring gifts from Rick." he added and dropped the bag on the floor.
"You better take this, Elena." I stretched it to her. Stefan instantly reached out and took it, but dropped it instantly as it burned his hand.
"That's why I reached it to Elena. Rick accidentally spilled Vervain on the handle." I explained. "Both brothers? Gentlemen or just plain stupid?" I said and made an annoyed face.
"I'll take you to bed now, Sweetie." Damon smirked and took my hand but dropped it instantly.
"Ouch!"
"Don't you ever learn?" I asked cocky, but was in fact surprised.
"Come here!" He said angry and pulled me along the hallway by my wrist. He slammed the door open, dropped my bag on the floor and led me to the bathroom. "Wash your hands."
"Rude much?" I muttered but did as I was told.
"Good!" He said with a different expression on his face. "Now I can do this." Smiling he lifted me up in his arms and carried me to bed. I started to giggle. How could I do that, when I was mad just a moment ago?
"I was mad at myself for being so stupid and got myself burned again." He explained, laid me down resting in his pillows and laid down on his side next to me.
"You have a bit of a temper, don't you?"
"I'm a vampire, what did you expect? Me sitting here knitting?" I started to laugh again.
His face softened and he whispered in my ear. "You are even more beautiful when you laugh, you know that?"
My eyebrows furrowed in surprise and my stomach was in a knot all of a sudden. I had never thought of myself as beautiful, perhaps because I had friends that were so much more popular and beautiful in school. Maybe I had been a late bloomer.
He looked at my eyes and then my lips as he leaned in for a kiss. My heart almost stopped.
His lips were so soft and he was such a good kisser. He rolled over and was on top of me, I drew my fingers through his hair. We both drew breath and continued the kiss. My arms went around his back and I drew him closer. We both gasped for air and I lend my head back and he kissed me down my neck.
"You shouldn't play with your food." someone said close to us.
I almost jumped.
"Katherine!" Damon groaned annoyed. "Get out!" He moaned tired and slide down on the bed and laid on my right side. On my left side sat Katherine. "Why are you here?"
"A late night snack?" she suggested and ogled me.
"If you lay one finger on her..." he said and looked murderous. "I will drive a stake through your heart!" His voice was rough and he looked like he really meant it.
I felt like on a tennis match or something where I laid in between the two of them as they argued.
"Puh-leas!" I finally sighed and tried to get up from the bed. Damon put his hand at the base of my throat and held me down. "Let. Me. Go!" I said and glowered at him. Surprised he let me go.
"You - get out!" he spat to Katherine. "You - stay!" he said to me, the next moment he stood by the door, signalling for Katherine to get out and kicking the door shut as she sauntered out of his room.
"She drives me crazy!" he sighed. "This is not her house!" he added loud in her direction, even though she probably could have heard him whisper.
"Don't ever do that again!" I said with anger in my voice.
"I'm sorry!" he mouthed.
This make out session was definitely ruined.
"I can't do this. This isn't my life, I don't belong here." I sat up and moved to the side of the bed, his bed, the guy I'd gone to this country with a hope to see. Was I really on my way to walk out on him? Was I insane?