Demon Girl (Completed)

✾Chapter Sixteen✾

              It was very odd for Damon to be that comfortable with someone. A peculiar feeling he couldn't remember ever having with anyone before.

The bottle of whiskey was long forgotten on the floor next to his feet. One of his arms was wrapped around her small body as she laid her head on his chest.

They were still on her couch with an opened pizza box with only a couple of slices missing.  She had fallen asleep at some point while they were watching Pride and Prejudice, which turned out to be one of her favorites.

At a certain point yesterday, Damon didn't want  her to get up or leave his side. He had enjoyed their silence. It was filled with a strange serenity that he never knew he craved so much.

However, they need to get Alaric better. Although he wouldn't admit it to anyone else, he considered him a friend. A best friend even.

It seemed fairly simple. He had assumed that she would crush, cut, squeeze, and mix something together and voila it would be done.

Damon was wrong.

It took Daniella four hours to finish the magic drink, as he liked to call it. At first she was fine. She moved around the kitchen, got things ready, and they talked a little.

So, it was all good really. But as time passed, Damon felt himself getting worried over the girl. He was used to the way she would grimace in pain or even wince every now and then. She would hold her head, and he saw her fall to the ground from the pain before.

It made him wonder if she has some illness or another that he should be aware of. At least that was his first option. He then thought that perhaps it was related to that thing Elijah and her talked about.

Her demon.

A ridiculous idea, and he was even more ridiculous to consider, but he reasoned that he was a creature of myth, so why not her too?

Anyway, Daniella was sick. She looked the part with the way her motion slowed and how she constantly closed her eyes to protect them from the light.

He had asked her if she was okay and he was surprised at the easiness of her words, which were always accompanied by a sweet smile. "I'm fine. It's just a bad headache"

He tried to believe her, but it was impossible with the way she'd try to find something to lean on or when she would lose her focus and stare into the nothing. It was particularly impossible by the end when she could barely hold her weight on her own feet.

They argued, but she refused to leave the kitchen until she was done. She caught him nail and claw, glaring challengingly at his attitude, even went as far as to guilt trip him that Alaric was his friend and he should let her finish it for him. 

The second she told him she was done, Damon literally carried her to the couch and let her lay on it. He thought she would fall asleep, but she told him she was hungry. That was how to they ended up with Pizza and a movie.

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"I don't know if it's absolutely creepy or utterly adorable that you watch me sleep." The words were mumbled in a voice so thick with sleep before she even opened her eyes.

Damon only hummed but didn't say anything. After a couple of minutes Daniella got up with a groan as her hand went to her neck massaging it.

"That's the most uncomfortable I have been"

Damon raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry if my shoulder wasn't that comfortable for you"

She rolled her eyes at him with a small smile on her face. Trying to get up, she only fell back down,thankfully caught between Damon's arms, after she was hit with a wave of dizziness.