Demon Girl (Completed)

✾Chapter Twelve✾

It was past eleven and Damon wasn't drunk. But he still stood in the middle of her room watching her sleep like the creep he knew he was being.

He sighed and took a gulp from the bottle in his hand. Unsure of what he wanted to do, Damon slumped on the bed carefully next to her.

He still didn't know why he found himself in her room, but it had seemed that whenever things were not going his way he'd go to her.

Daniella was sleeping on her side with her back to him. Damon put the bottle on the floor next to the bed, and turned on his side as well so he was facing her back and closed his eyes.

The first thing he noticed was the smell of roses. He had never seen any flowers around her house nor in her room. But her bed always smelled like roses.

Her hair smelled like vanilla. But whenever she's around he would smell mixture of honey and cinnamon.

He instinctively moved towards her, feeling the head emitting from her body, and the scent coming off her.

At that moment Daniella felt the movement on her bed, and she awoke with a slight start turning to him. Her erratic heart calmed down when she realized who it was.

Later her face contorted in anger, "Seriously? Damon you can't just keep barging in here!"

She was planning to continue her jab, but something on his face made her stop. He had that strange look on his eyes, one that was almost heartbreaking.

She leaned on her elbow and looked at him with worried eyes, "What's wrong?"

"What isn't?" He said, closing his eyes and letting out an unnecessary breath.

Daniella knitted her eyebrows as she stared at the vampire. He had taken her home and didn't say a word on the way.

Before he dropped her off, he had told her that he would be spending time with Stefan and they will try to figure out more about the murder.

What could have happened to make him look....sad?

She wondered if that what he was feeling. However, Damon always came to her with some negative feeling or another.

The previous time he was angry, peeved at having hurt the love of his life in order to save her.

This time he came to her looking like a kicked puppy, and she could ask the questions she wanted, but she knew that wasn't what he needed at that moment.

She settled on the bed, making sure to keep enough distance between the both of them. Lying on her back and closing her eyes, she decided to give him time.

It was only few minutes later when Damon interrupted the silence. His eyes were still closed; his tone was flat and emotionless.

"Elena saw me helping Stefan feed of someone"

For her part, she wasn't sure how to feel about that. They were vampires and it was a no-brainer that they drank blood. She had been bitten by the same man lying on her bed.

"He had been on a ripper binge for so long"

Damon still didn't open his eyes, but his tone was no longer devoid of emotions. Daniella noted an undertone of sorrow and maybe even worry in his tone.

"Stefan dedicated his existence to one extreme or another. He's either high on blood or he's holding back to the point of being weak"

He finally opened his eyes and was met by her gaze. She seemed very keen to listen to him, and her green eyes were filled with compassion and sympathy.