⛔Not of this Universe ✔(a Damon Salvatore story)

Chapter XI: Flip

Warning. Triggering Sexual scenes ahead, may or may not contain rape, physical abuse, and more. If this makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now.

I continued driving until my body started to get stiff, and I won't lie I was getting tired. I saw I was entering a small city like area, a few motels popping up. I drove towards the Red Roof that was more along the tree line. Pulling up I went in and checked in for a room on the floor level. I enjoyed the motels that had no halls, all the hotel rooms were accessible from the outside. Didn't have to worry about avoiding awkward silence in an elevator or anything. I grabbed my bags, throwing them on the bed, before using the restroom and freshening up.

I could feel how hungry I was. For real food and blood. I was feeling sluggish from the last guy I ate, his blood made me feel like I ate way too much McDonald's or something. I walked out to the car, before driving off. Finding a nice Texas Roadhouse. Busy, so no one would notice when I lured a server or cook to drink a bit outside. And I could really use a nice steak. On behalf of Stefan of course.

I ordered a simple 8oz steak rare with potatoes and lots of rolls. Sat at the bar of course. A bourbon next to me. I stared at it, my hand holding the glass and moving it in short circles. I sighed, lifting it up and taking a sip.

"What's a pretty lady doing here alone?" I rolled my eyes before turning to the guy with a smile. He was young, probably just legally allowed to sit at the bar. His drink was a vodka soda, which to me was not a very manly drink. More made for strong women or I suppose alcoholics who were hiding they were drinking. He was in a plain navy blue t-shirt that was way too big on him making me think he didn't want to raise expectations or he used to be bigger and lost a lot of weight. Or maybe hammy downs. He was cute in the face, curly dark blonde hair, blue eyes that probably had girls falling for him easily. But, I've seen the best blue eyes. He doesn't even hold a candle to him. I smiled at him.

"Does that pickup line ever work?" I laughed, drinking my drink. My food arrived sitting in front of me. I noticed the guy look at my food a bit shocked.

"I like a girl who knows how to eat." He admitted, "And that was the only line I could think of. When I saw you, I had so many but then I got closer to you and- I think I should sue you for making my brain mush." He offered with a smirk. I actually laughed at that one. That was a good one.

"Hmm Or you could stay with me until I finish eating and leave with me." I told him with a flirty smile. He grinned at my proposition.

"I suppose I could do that." He waved the bartender down ordering me a new drink.

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We never made it back to my motel room, thank god. I ended up pulling him to my car, looking around before compelling him to be quiet and hold still, drinking from him. He actually tasted decent once you got past the cologne. The smell was too much, probably because he was trying too hard. I almost felt bad for him. I pulled away, licking my lips as I looked at him.

"You will go home, clean up and think you left early from an upset stomach. You will wear less cologne and try less when trying to hook up or meet girls at the bar. But keep using the pickup lines. They're cute." I compelled him with a pat to his cheek. He nodded before walking away to his car. I sighed, getting into my car and driving back to the motel, as it started to rain. Running into my room and peeling my drenched clothes off. Leaving me in just my black bra and panties as I took a towel and dried my hair. A knock at the door pulled my attention. Who would be knocking on my door? I grabbed a spare towel and wrapped it around myself heading to the door. Opening it, I froze.

"How did you find me?" I asked him. He was drenched, standing in the rain as his blue eyes looked into my hazel eyes.

"Stefan's credit card. Tracked you." He admitted. His eyes staying on my eyes, lips parted and he seemed to be panting. "Alexa-"