Into The Hills

Chapter 5

Stefan's POV

Two weeks later, Damon invites me to his apartment, for dinner. I almost decline, out of fear. Everything was going too good lately, my sales were up, I had customers around the clock, everyone was very pleased with my business. Carly came over on occasion and we would smoke and fuck but nothing else. Every time we fucked though, I always pictured her as Elena, her perfect manicured claws digging into my back, her high voice echoing in my ears as I pound into her I think Carly notices but she doesn't say anything. There was still some lust there, but who would blame me? The girl is a walking model, I see her occasionally her long tan legs in some running shorts, or a short dress that leaves my imagination wild. The town talks and I always here something about the captain's wife and how their working out their marriage, I guess I'm not the only one who knew they were doomed but I keep my opinions to myself and busy myself with boxing, I read books and see if I can practice moves on the dummy I bought. It was a distraction tactic, to get my mind of the girl with doe brown eyes that made my heart fucking sing. I learn as many moves as I can each day, increasing my knowledge, I always want to be prepared, in case something happens, that's the thing they don't tell you, you need to protect yourself as a drug dealer but you do, crazy shit happens, you could get robbed or mugged for your drugs especially on the south side of town.

I snap back to reality and hop into the shower, I wanted to look good for Damon, have him not worried about me. I put on a plaid shirt and shave a little, so the stubble on my chin isn't so thick. I throw on a pair of pants and fix my hair in the mirror, combing it so it doesn't look so messy. I couldn't hide that I was excited, I was going to have dinner with my brother, something I thought wouldn't have happened in my lifetime two weeks ago. I decide to walk over there so I can hit up the liquor store down the street. Damon's apartment is only two blocks away from the loft and I've been feeling lazy, I lock up the loft and step out in the cold night, it doesn't bother me as I walk to the liquor store on the corner, the guy knows me by name. I sell him his heroin and he in return gives me free liquor,anything I want.

"Hey, man." I say, going to the wooden counter he's standing behind.

He smiles at me.

"Stefan." He says, smiling at me, he's missing some teeth and I see the tracks on his arms from the needles, some deeper then others.

"I'm gonna need some wine for tonight." I say, looking at him with a smile.

He dust his hands off his dirty apron and smiles, going to the back to look for wine.

"Hot date, tonight?" He yells, and I hear him shifting through bottles.

"Nah." I yell back, waiting.

He comes back with a wine and it looks expensive, I almost feel guilty for taking it for free.

"White Chardonnay perfect for dinner." He explains, handing me the bottle and I take it.

I try to give him a 20 but he refuses.

"Just have my order ready." He says and I nod in understanding.

I look at my watch, fearing I'll be late, he puts it in a paper bag and I thank him quickly, walking out with it into the cold night.

The streetlamps barely light up the sidewalk as I light up a cigarette, walking.

I make there in record time, stamping out my cigarette as I knock on the door, my palms sweaty of apprehension.

Bonnie answers wearing a black dress and a maroon cardigan.

"Stefan!" She cries out with a warm smile as she wraps her arms around me, I'm a little stunned but hug her back anyway, smiling.

"Hello, Bonnie." I say, as I hand her the wine.