Demon Girl (Completed)

✾Chapter Two✾

                 Damon stood in front of the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in hand. He swirled the drink in the glass while staring unfocused at the flames.

His mind should be occupied by the disaster that is his brother, finding a way to defeat Klaus, and finally win Elena's heart.

However, none of those things even crossed his mind. It has been a while for him since he felt this way: like he wanted to hunt.

Damon Salvatore was a proud Vampire, always has been, so why hasn't he been in touch with his more animalistic side lately?

Elena.

She has become the center of his universe. She was his sun and he felt trapped in her orbit. They have bonded in the time his brother was away. She has come to depend on him, and he fancied himself in love with her.

But whatever good he felt for her was always tainted with guilt. She was his brother's girl, the Brother who sacrificed himself to save his life, she was still in love with Stefan, and she was just too good.

Daniella

Her face just flashed before his eyes. He wasn't sure why. He couldn't understand why he noticed her, like her mere presence called to him. She wasn't really the type he would go for, but he couldn't deny how beautiful she looked while laughing with Gilbert.

Why would she even find the Gilbert kid funny?

He snorted at the question in his mind and took a sip from his drink.

Damon had watched her. He listened to every word exchanged during her stay at the grill. And if at first he thought it wasn't the right time, Bonnie provided him with the perfect excuse to stalk the girl to his heart content.

The witch was petrified. She said she couldn't see a thing, but the energy Daniella had was darker than anything she had ever felt. She said it was worse than that of a vampire.

They pretty much felt like death to the witch, and for the life of him, he couldn't understand what could possibly feel worse than that.

She just looked so normal to him, average, ordinary, and he couldn't see anything that could be special to terrify the witch like that.

She is so ordinary so why am I so intrigued?

Damon scowled and gulped his drink in one go. The only thing he should be thinking about concerning the new girl is whether she presented a threat or not. 

He remembered following her to her house, which looked very normal.

A two-storey house with a white fence, nice porch, and a garden. It was very normal just like her.

Damon knew her mother was in the house with her, but the two didn't exchange words, nothing he could hear at least.

When he used a tree opposite her room, he could see her sit in her bed, reading a book, that didn't seem to fit the person she seemed to be.

The Raven.

Damon knew it all too well, one of his all time favorites for Edgar Allan Poe.

He could see the irony in this with him turning into a crow and all.

He stayed for a little while longer, watching and waiting. It was a little after midnight when he saw Daniella place the book on her nightstand, turn off the light, and slid down her bed.

It was only then that Damon had decided to leave. He returned to the boarding house with his mind all over the place, that even his unwanted houseguest didn't bother him.