- phoebe gilbert 2010
the salvatore home
"stefan and i will be right back. we're just going to grab bonnie okay?" elena says hugging me.
"i'm not a child elena. i'll be fine." i laugh as she walks out. i watch as they drive off and i run back into the living room and pour a shot of bourbon. it warms me up as i try to figure out the record player. i put on a bon jovi vinyl. i grab the bottle and take a few swigs as i jump around to the music.
the liquor starts to hit around track five: wanted dead or alive.
"oooh i'm a cowboy on a steel horse i ride. im wanted dead or alive." i sing into the bottle dancing around the living room.
"nice voice." damon's voice startles me making me drop the bottle, but he rushes over quickly grabbing it.
"it's not nice to sneak up on a lady." i whine grabbing the bottle from him and taking another sip.
"it's not ladylike to drink bourbon like that." he laughs.
"are you insinuating i'm not a lady?" i say pulling my knees up to my chest and continuing to drink. he takes it from my hands and sits next to me.
"you're going to drink yourself to death." he says drinking from the bottle.
"and just when i was starting to like you... you get all responsible." i say laying back on the couch with my legs across his lap.
"miss goody two shoes gilbert liking a vampire?" he asks rubbing my leg and smiling down at me.
"goody two shoes? where's this coming from?" i ask sitting up onto my elbows.
"you're elena's sister. nothing could ever make me think otherwise."
"i'm her half sister he father hid for seventeen years. i am far from a goody two shoes." i drunkenly whine.
"whatever you say sweetheart." he grins. with those words the amount of shock that runs through my body physically knocks me from the couch. his hand wraps around my waist stopping me from hitting the floor.
"be careful salvatore. people might start to think you're not evil." i smile readjusting on the couch.
"sh they don't need to know that."
"you really want everyone to hate you forever?" i ask and he shrugs.
"they're always going to see me an untrustworthy and as the villian no matter what i do. why try to get them to see otherwise?"
"you know elena was telling me some things... and maybe one hundred and some odd years of torturing your brother caused some distrust."
"she didn't tell you why i vowed to give stefan an eternity of hell did she?" he asks and i shake my head. "back in 1864 stefan and i died with the woman i thought to be the love of my life's blood in our systems. i decided not to complete the transition... but stefan the control freak forced me to."
"damon... i'm so sorry." i say grabbing his hands in an attempt to comfort him. he's so cold.
"it's not a big deal phoebe." he laughs. "they need a villian, and i don't mind it being me."
"now you sound like a sad little loser." i laugh grabbing the bottle of bourbon from his hands and dancing across the living room. "catch up."
i run up the stairs as he groans and chases after me. i'm not sure why but my heart beats a million times faster than usual. my hand wraps around a doorknob before i swing the door open. i stop to stare at the dark and clean room. hands wrap around my waist and quickly push me into the wall. our bodies are pressed against each other's and i try to catch my breath.
"you're fast for a human." he smiles down at me. i cant help but stare into his bright blue eyes as my stomach tightens at his touch.
"if i wasn't mistaken i'd say you're hitting on me." i smile staring up at him.
"maybe i am."
