Mystic Falls Loner Club - A Vampire Diaries Fic

Chapter 4: Awkward

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I'm sitting at a long table in the middle of a massive library, surrounded by tall bookshelves and wide windows. There's an intricately carved book cover sitting on the table in front of me and I gently reach out for it. There's a main vine that has flowers blooming off of it and as my fingers run over the texture of the book, I feel that it's carved wood.

I slowly open the book and I flip through the beautiful illustrations of landscapes. As I flip to the last few pages, I get a paper cut. I watch the blood roll down my pointer finger and feel a rush of wind before Damon is next to me. I open my mouth to speak but I realize that his eyes look different. Darker. The veins under his eyes become more prominent and the backgrounds of his eyes turn red. 

He reaches for my hand and I think he's going to kiss it. Instead, he takes my pointer finger into his mouth and draws the blood from it. We hold eye contact as he does it and as he finishes, he removes his mouth from my skin and I see he has fangs in place of where his canines are. 

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I wake up gasping for air and my book flies out of my lap. My hands grip the comforter and I turn on my bedside lamp. I roll over to the side and see Damon, sitting with a glass in his hand, legs casually crossed over, and holding a book. "Damon, how the hell did you get in here?" He glances over and replies, "The window." 

I swallow to try and catch my breath as I flip the comforter off myself. I get up and drink some of the water sitting on my desk and rub my forehead with my hand. Damon swings his legs onto the hardwood floor and rests his elbows on his knees, holding the glass to his forehead. "Why are you here?" I ask, sitting back down on my bed.

"You." He smiles cheekily and rests his pointer fingers on his left temple. I frown but decide against asking how he even got into the house. "You were in my head... Why?" He takes a sip of his drink and says, "I was bored. And your mind is frighteningly easy to get into." I clench my jaw and respond, "Maybe because I'm taking meds that keep me alive. I can't afford to go back to the way I was. I can't do it to my family. Especially Bonnie now that I'm staying here in Mystic Falls." Damon nods and gets up, making his way to the edge of my bed. 

"You, KJ, are stronger than you think." I turn to face Damon, crossing my legs under me. "I'd like to believe you but I can't. If I was strong, I wouldn't have tried to end my life the way I did. I was alone and isolated. I didn't want to be saved and somehow, I was." Damon takes another sip of his drink and says, "That's just the thing. You were gone for 9 minutes but you came back. You were a minute away from Death's door and your heart started beating again."

I sigh and fold my hands in my lap, twisting the ring on my pointer finger around with my thumb. "I don't know why I didn't just walk through it. I was close enough that I should've just gone." Damon reaches over me to put his glass down on my bedside table and picks my chin up with his finger. "You are here because you're supposed to be." I turn my head away and move toward my window.

"In my dream ... you looked different. And you came out of nowhere. Almost like a ghost." He grimaces and reaches for his glass, finishing it off. "You're in the right category but have the wrong creature." I sit down in the window seat and grab a pillow. I cross my arms over it before replying, "I don't ... I just want confirmation that I'm not losing my mind again." 

A rush of wind brings Damon to my side and he brushes the back of his knuckles across my bare arm. I feel my heartbeat pick up and I try to settle myself before I look up at Damon. His eyes are pitch black in the center and red around his iris'. There are dark veins that run vertically under his eyes. As he opens his mouth to speak, I can see his fangs.