I’m in the car with Damon, both of us dressed in red carpet glamour. I’m itching to know what he has planned. We’re heading home? Why? But, he continues to drive. Now I’m intrigued. Where’s he taking me? Then, sitting up in my seat, I see small twinkling lights. Gazing at him in complete shock, I unknowingly gasp. As we get closer, I hear the most beautiful music, and I gasp again. We close in on an area flanked in lights with music everywhere. There’s a table with two covered dishes. As we’re sitting in the parked car, I hear him gasp. Turning towards him, I notice him looking at me.
“You are simply breathtaking in that dress, in this light.” he breathes
I smile, not knowing what to say.
“’This is completely out of context, but seeing you like this, I feel I have to ask you, are you by chance related to any Bennett’s?” he asks completely out of the blue.
“No, why?” I blink unknowingly at him. What the hell kind of question is that?
“It doesn’t matter. I was only asking.” he says “Shall we go on our date?” he smiles widely at me.
Realizing what he’s just said, I gape at him, “All this time, the parties weren’t dates?” I ask
“That was just us enjoying each other’s company. And maybe building towards this moment.” he says before getting out of the car and moving around to open my door.
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Chicken Parmesan has always been my favorite meal, and Damon’s actually remembered.
After eating he’s pulled me into a dance. Nothing like the way we’ve danced at the Halloween parties. This was different. It’s sultry. The music is really adding to whatever’s in the air here.
“Have you been enjoying yourself?” he asks
“I have. These past few days have been nothing compared to what I’ve experienced.” I say
“How have you done so much in such a short time?” he asks
“I haven’t lived the best life. I’ve done things to get by. I’m no angel in any sense of the word Damon.” I say
“You can try to push me away, and keep me at arms length, but it won’t work.” he smiles
“ I never claimed to push you away.” I search his eyes
“Have I not gotten through that barrier of yours? What do I have to do?” he asks wounded
“You have to understand why I have barriers. I’ve been hurt. I’ve been in love. It’s only pain with a big red bow on it.” I say
“You don’t believe in finding love again?” he asks dipping me then back up
“Why try to find it? Picking yourself back up after you’ve fallen so far is harder than actually finding love. It’s pointless.” I can’t help the way I feel. It’s the truth
“What happens if love finds you first?” he asks as he twirls me around.
“Love is not a luxury meant for me.” I choke out
“That’s not true. Why do you think that?” he asks
“I’ve only been a shiny new toy for someone to play with. Love has no place for someone
li-” I’m cut off simultaneously by two things; the clock tower chiming midnight, and in the exact moment Damon kisses me. It’s not a sympathy kiss for the nonsense I‘ve just spewed. It’s a kiss that shakes you to your very foundation. A kiss that seems to be frozen in time for all eternity.
After what feels like a century, he reluctantly pulls away. “I’ve wanted to do that since I walked in the door that day.” he smiles
Feeling the walls of my soul rise like skyscrapers, I pull away from his arms.
“Damon, I can’t-”
“Don’t hide from me. Don’t put up those walls again. You can trust me. Have I given you any reason not to?” he asks grabbing my hand to stop me.
“I’m not good Damon. I never have been, I’ve done things-”
“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. You think you’re the only one with regrets?” he looks into my eyes
“You don’t know the person that I was-”
“I’m not interested in her. I’m interested in you now. We all have a past. We get over it and we move on. It’s called life Kit. Live it. Live in the moment with me. Right now” he says
“Damon-”
“What are you afraid of? Why so many barriers?” he asks
“I’ve been taken advantage of before Damon. I’ve been used in every way. I’m damaged goods. Why would you even want me?” I ask almost whispering
“You think I’d be anything like Nik? Like Jay? Like Nomie?” he’s wounded
“No. I’m not comparing you to anybody. You asked a question and I answered it truthfully. I don‘t deserve kindness. The last few days with you have been great, but it‘s time for reality to kick back in” I straightened, my walls back in full view.
“Then, I guess it’s time to take you home then.” he frowns.
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Saved by a Salvatore
FanfictionWhen Stefan Salvatore went back to Chicago, he never anticipated finding anything unique. That is until he found a woman he couldn't just leave in the street. He soon finds that the woman is a lot more like him than he expected and becomes desperat...
