Saved by a Salvatore

Chapter 8

Meeting Damon Salvatore

Through the door walks the dark haired man I’d been watching only moments earlier. Not realizing I was standing in his path, he stops short and looks at me with a pair of the bluest of blue eyes I’d ever seen. Completely entranced, I take a very quick moment to look at the rest of his features; his eyes, his cheekbones, his chin, his eyebrows, his lips. His lips. His eyes, those eyes. I’m actually struck dumb. This has never happened to me. He hasn’t even said anything and I’m standing here like a trembling idiot. He parts his lips so speak, and before I know it, I’ve turned tail and run all the way back to Stefan’s room.

What was that? Who was that? Why am I shaking? Wait, why am I shaking? Haven’t had the shakes for at least two months. What just happened? Never in my life have I run from a man. And here I am hiding behind a door with hands in my hair, almost pulling each strand by the root. What is happening to me? I have to be hallucinating. No one looks like that! This is all too much! Who was that?

I feel the room spin as I bolt for the bed.

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The doorknob turns and I almost expect the stranger to walk through. But, it’s only Stefan.

He actually looks pissed. I’ve never seen him look like this. But, I’m too wrapped up in my own world to acknowledge him.

“Are you okay?” he says after closing the door behind him. Can I really be more obvious?

“You in there?” he says walking over to me. But, I just can’t talk to him. Not now.

“Kit? What is it? You’re worrying me.” He whispers reaching for me, taking my feet.

That always soothed me. Any time some horrible memory surfaced, he massaged my feet.

He used it as a coping mechanism for me, to let all my worries slip from under my feet.

“You met him, didn’t you?" He asks pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’m sorry. What?” looking at him, and finally acknowledging his presence.

“You met him, didn’t you?" He asks with furrowed brows.

“Who is he, Stefan? You and Zach were gone. I saw him outside from the window. He looked so sad. I only wanted to comfort him. Who is he?” I ask a little too shaky.

He’s the one to look away this time. He concentrates all his frustration on my feet. He’s hiding something. Why now? Why after all this time he has to hide something?

“Who is he Stefan?” I say a little more forced. But, do I want to know who he is for me, or because Broody Stefan surfaces. Broody Stefan always comes around when Zach usually pulls him out of earshot. So, why is he being all broody now?

“Stefan! I think he’s been watching me in my studio.” There, it’s out in the open. I’ve hidden that little secret from him for days.

“What do you mean he’s been watching you?” he finally looks at me.

“Every time I’ve left the studio, I’d always notice an elbow or something around the corner as if walking away. For a while I thought it was Zach. But, today you were both gone and I saw it again. Then I saw that guy outside.” Why’s he dodging me?

“You went outside?” he asks. He hasn’t let me go outside since I’ve been here. He’s only recently let me have free roam of the house, with the exception of the upstairs area away from our rooms.

“Of course I didn’t. That’s not the point and you know it. You’re dodging like you always do. What’s going on Stefan? Who’s that guy?" I can’t act like I’m not annoyed anymore. This stops now.

“He’s my brother.” He looks me dead in the eye.

That stopped my world in it’s tracks. “You’re brother?!” I ask pulling my feet out of his hands. “You told me you were in only child!” I practically scream at him.

“He’s not someone I wish to talk about.” he blinks.

“Not someone you wish to talk about? He’s your brother!” I scream

“Calm down. You don’t know what’s going on? None of this concerns you.” He says as if made of stone.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Stefan, you’ve been lying to me! All this time, you’ve lied to me. I trusted you because you were genuine, and kind. You know I have trust issues and you lied to me anyway?” I screech while pushing him away from the bed and standing in one movement.

“I know this sounds and looks bad, but you don’t understand. You may never understand.” he says catching my arm as I’m bolting towards the door.

“Then, explain it to me.” I stop short.

“I can’t.” he says looking genuinely hurt.

“Then, let me go!” I say trying to pull my arm free.

“You can’t leave. The process isn’t done.” he says

“I’m not leaving Stefan. I’m getting away from you and this room, before I do something you regret.” I say studying him.

He sighs and releases me. Without a second glance I bolt out the door and soon find myself on the couch in the living area. He lied to me. He actually lied.

“Rough day in Salvatore Rehab?” a voice says from behind me. I whirl my head around and, standing there right above me looking down at me, is Stefan’s brother.