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Sorry for the long wait! I am literally in the midst of finals, graduation, training for my new job and moving so life has become a list of endless chores and long nights! But in spite of that I have taken today to get some more chapters ready for you guys. So I am posting 5, yes 5! chapter tonight. This is 1 of 5! Thanks for those of you that have Favorited and reviewed my chapters and I really hope to hear from all of you guys!
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Chapter 17: Scared
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I was struggling against the grip but the person was strong. By the strength, the body built and height I knew that it was a man. On the other hand I couldn't see who he was. First of all he was grabbing me from behind, second he had turned me and the light was toward his back so that, if I caught a glimpse of him, which was simply impossible, I would only see shadows and, if I was lucky, the outline of his face. I kept struggling and twisting with all of my might for what I suppose was seconds but seemed like an eternity of minutes to me.
I was starting to get tired but I kept shoving and pushing and twisting, well at least trying to, until I heard a familiar voice.
"Its ok, its me." A deep masculine voice whispered in my ear. I stopped struggling and went still.
"Damn it Damon you are going to kill me of a heart attack if you do that to me!" I told him trying to catch my breath after he had removed his hand from my mouth and had taken a step back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I could see that he was honestly worried but there still was a hint of humor in his tone and a certain gleam in his eyes. In other words he meant "I'm sorry but that was fun for me!"
"No I'm not kidding Damon, I could have hurt you!" I told him as I placed down the knife that I had clutched as a way to defend myself.
"First of all you are not as strong as I am so I could have easily overpowered you and second that is a butter knife, so the most damage that can do is a bruise or a poke in the eye." He told me while trying to stifle a laugh. Which was unsuccessful, especially when he looked at the horrored locked in my face when I realized I had grabbed the wrong type of knife for defence.
"Yeah, well at least I grabbed something to defend myself and I was alert to hear suspicious sounds." I hastily said to try to cover up my mistake in silverware choosing.
"Yep, you keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel happy." He was laughing wholeheartedly at this point. Well his laughter was so bad that he was clutching his side, gasping for air and wiping away a few stray tears.
"You think that is funny Salvatore, well would you have thought it funny if it hadn't been you. Maybe if Klaus had decided to come back and take revenge of my stopping his plans by killing me." This sobered him up instantly.
"Don't say that, not even as a joke Elena." There was his big brother "don't do that" tone coming out, yeah now cause I flipped the game and I was winning. Jeez, sore loser.
"Says the guy who "play attacked me" to have some fun without even thinking about how I would feel." I told him trying to seem serious but I still couldn't help myself from doing air quotes on play attack me.
"I am sorry Elena, I was not thinking of how this would seem to you , I..." He was interrupted by my sudden burst of laughter.
"Ha, Ha, Ha, very funny Elena. No seriously you are right, I should have thought things through. I'm Sorry." He grabbed some silverware and started shining and sorting it out. "How are you holding up, hun?"
"Well I think that fine-ish considering what happened. I just couldn't sleep and I thought that this was a more productive way to cope than trashing the hotel room." I told him as I started to sort as well.
"I agree that this is more productive, but I also think that trashing the room would have been a great deal more fun..." He said wiggling his eyebrows to emphasize his point.
"True but then we would have had to pay for it and we would have been banned from the hotel forever, and it is a really nice place."
"Well you are right about it being a nice hotel but it would have been you that was banned, not me, I could have still come here whenever I wanted." He said as he play shoved me to the side.
"That my friend is easily resolved, I would have changed my hair color, donned some contact lenses and booked it under your last name, and use your credit card. I would have come in here either as if I was Caroline, a relative of yours or your wife and you were paying for a little vacation for me and that, my friend, is how you fool the foolish." I triumphantly stated my logic and I saw that he was trying to find holes in my reasoning.
"Well that would have been a good plan if..." He paused for dramatic effect.
"If what? O ye smart one" I said sarcastically.
"Well, first I would have had to come because I am the only one allowed to sign with my credit card, second that would mean that it would have been a dual vacation and third you do know that if you were to come here as my wife, as you said, we would have had to share a room right? Because what men in their right minds would send their beautiful wife to a hotel, alone for a vacation?" He said as he was taking the knives and moving them to the cart they were to be left in.
"That one is easy, I would say that my handsome husband is away on a business trip and that he loves me so much and he is so confident of my love for him that he sent me alone to get pampered for a few days before he comes here to join me." I responded with a grin because I knew I had one.
"Touche, hun. Touche. Although I certainly wouldn't. I would go crazy thinking about all the men that would be wishing that my wife was theirs. On the other hand, I would be very glad and proud that she was my wife and not theirs." And then we fell into a comfortable silence, each deep in our own little world of thoughts.