Fall

Chapter 30: What Are Friends For?

Picking at the fries in my basket, I turn to Damon who munches down on them happily. "Let's just say that Elena's descended from Katherine. Does that make her part vampire?" I ask, bringing a fry to my mouth. 

Damon shakes his head. "Vampires can't procreate. But we love to try." He raises his eyes at me suggestively, and I throw a fry at him in response. Gross. He lets it hit him, even though I know he could dodge it, and he just smirks at me. "No, if-if Elena were related, it would mean that Katherine had a child before she was turned." He shakes his head again at that very thought, as if it were impossible that she'd do that. I watch it, at the gleam in his eye when he says her name. 

"Did Stefan think that he could use Elena to replace her?" 

He simply shrugs. "It's kinda creepy if you ask me." I shake my head and move my food around, taking the tomatoes out of my burger. Damon frowns at me and grabs them from my basket, moving them onto his. "Come on, what, you don't like tomatoes? What's wrong with you?" 

I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth. "I just don't like them in my burger. How can you even eat, if you're dead?" I ask, lowering my voice for that last part. Don't want a passerby to hear it. I take a bite of my burger, feeling the juice from it running down the side of my hand. I quickly wipe it away with a napkin. 

"As long as I keep a healthy diet of," he lowers his voice and sucks in a breath, getting closer to me, "blood in my system, my body functions pretty normally." He bites another one of his fries and I smile, a wariness inside me at how nice he's been. He must notice, because he decides to be annoying. "You know, you're a lot nicer like this. Since we're friends now, how about I tap a vein? Your blood does taste so delicious." 

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head at him. I turn to Damon with and narrow my eyes at him, annoyance reaching it's all time peak. "Nope, not happening. And if you keep that up, I can be mean again. For instance, when was the last time someone smiled because you walked into a room? I can't imagine anyone deriving any pleasure from that."

He rolls his eyes right back at me. "Honey, when I walk into a room is how I work my magic."

"Seriously?"

"All I've got to do is flash these blue boys at them," he indicates to his strikingly blue eyes, "and all the ladies are putty in my hands."

I cringe at the thought, at anyone who could possibly fall for Damon Salvatore. "Fine, show me."

"Show you?" He raises an eyebrow in shock. He obviously wasn't ready for me to challenge him. 

"You said all the ladies, right? Let's see if it works on me." I tilt my head to the side, taking the final bite of my burger. 

He smirks, something mischievous coming to his eyes as they widen. "Oh I'm going to enjoy this." He moves away from me, getting up to the other side of the room. I watch it with mild interest, wondering how him distancing himself from me will work. Actually, wait no. I like him better like this, as far away from me as possible. This is actually a good strategy.

He moves closer to me, blowing that strategy. I try to keep a straight face as he preens like a peacock and struts, a swagger in his step. He sits down next to me, his eyebrows and eyes doing a weird widening and narrowing motion that I think is his attempt at flirting.

A smile tugs on his lips, until I can't contain the bubble of laughter. "That's a real leg opener there, Damon. I am so totally putty in your hands." I laugh harder and cover my mouth with my fingers, watching as his smile falls and he rolls his eyes. He nudges me with his elbow, clearly peeved that his little eye trick didn't work. What did he expect to happen?