Demon Girl (Completed)

✾Chapter Seventeen✾

While Stefan always grappled with blood, Damon struggled with his emotions. Feelings were his worst enemy. He's either brimming with floods of his feelings, or he was absolutely void. It is one extreme or another with him.

Those were his thoughts as he watched Daniella's clinched fists shaking next to her body and her hateful glare pinning him in place. She was yelling at him, and they were yet to ever fight.

She would always relent to him, let him have his way. He wondered why it was so different this time around.

"You barge in there, force me away from the friends I barely made, act all entitled like you own me or something". She pointed an accusing finger at him, "Guess what? You fucking don't!"

She was heaving, almost out of breath. He found her flushed face and the throbbing veins of her neck a little bit distracting.

"You literally grabbed me, pushed Jake down that he actually fell and hit his fucking head!" Her hands raised in the air in obvious aggravation...

More like frustration.

Damon thought silently to himself while gritting his teeth. He still couldn't comprehend why she was so angry. It was just a part, and they were just people, unimportant people even.

"You insulted Lisa. Like seriously? Calling her Whale-y? What the hell? First, I could have never thought you'd stoop so low" she made a disgusted face at him, "And second, it's not a fucking word!"

He knew she was right. He had been blinded by whatever he was feeling at that moment. The girl, Lisa, had shown her worry about Daniella and rightfully so with the way Damon had been behaving.

Jake, the blonde joke, who was so comfortable touching going as far as having his head on her, stood in his face trying to shield Daniella from his view.

As if he could.

He only made Damon even more furious. He believed that his behavior was okay though. There was no blood spilt, there were no heads rolling. They were all alive, albeit a tad intoxicated.

He didn't know why Daniella considered his behavior extreme.

"You don't fucking own me Damon Salvatore!" She stabbed her finger in his chest. "You have no right, none at all, to treat people I care about like that"

They were both standing on her porch. After Damon had carried her like a caveman out of the old mansion, he shoved her in his car and drove.

Daniella might have been at a state of shock that rendered her frozen, because she hadn't said a word all the way back to her house, he didn't even see her move.

The second he pulled over, she exited the car, slammed the door with a loud thud, and stomped to her front door, only for Damon to grab her by the arm and force himself into her own personal space.

"Do you actually think they care about you?" His question stopped her before she continue ranting. The way his calm voice rang through her ears, an echo in her mind that aroused fears in the depth of her heart.

He didn't want to hurt her, but somehow he knew he really couldn't stop. "You're nothing to them" he spat the words with hatred he didn't really feel. "Jake the joke" he scoffed, "You're nothing to him but a good fuck and that dumb blonde will get bored of your awkwardness and constant fidgeting sooner than you think"

Her eyes widened and was visibly taken a back. She had expected Damon to say anything, many things, but nothing like that even crossed her mind.

Daniella couldn't help but wonder if that was how he really saw her.