One shots/Imagines

1.Damon Salvatore

author: imagines-all-day-everyday

"Could you do a TVD imagine where the reader knew Damon Salvatore back before he was a vampire. They both harbored feelings for each other but had never said anything. But on the night that Damon and Stefan were turned, she "died" in his arms just hours before. Years go by and unbeknownst to either of you, you both had become vampires, and Damon blames himself for your "death". But then she visits Mystic Falls, and they realize that they're both alive and admit their feelings?"

Warnings: Character death (for a short time), angst, flufffff, quite long

"*yn*!" Mr Salvatore bellowed from the dining hall. I hurriedly put down the food I was preparing and bustled into the room. "Yes Sir?" I asked politely, putting my hands behind my back and looking at him expectantly. "Fetch us some more tea for Ms Pierce and wine before you bring out the food." He instructed and I bowed my head. "Of course Sir."

I quickly walked into the kitchen grabbing the hot kettle and carefully held it in my shaking hands as I travelled back into the dining room. I steadied them as I silently poured Katherine another cup of tea, I did not want to admit it but she intimidated me. She glanced up at me but said nothing as I walked away. I did not like her one bit. She was trouble, I could tell. I knew how she was playing both of the Salvatore brothers and it made my blood boil.

I could hear movement from inside the dining room as I grabbed Mr Salvatore's favourite wine. I smiled to myself when I heard Damon's cheerful voice and his brother Stefan's. "You can join us sons." I heard my boss say. "Yes please join us." I heard Katherine's sickly sweet voice reply and I rolled my eyes.

"*yn*!" Mr Salvatore called. I ducked my head out of the kitchen door at his call avoiding looking in Damon's direction. "Yes Sir?" I asked. "It won't be a problem if my two sons join us will it? Do you have enough supper?" He asked. "Of course it's no problem Sir I have more than enough." I spoke. "Excellent, oh and could you bring out two extra wine glasses?" He asked and I nodded before heading back to the kitchen.

I began to stress as I realised I did not have nearly enough food for four people. I felt myself turning red as I quickly grabbed two glasses nearly knocking one over in the process but managed to catch it. I sighed and tucked my strands of hair behind my ears, smoothed my petticoat and tightened my apron before calmly walking into the dining room.

I poured Mr Salvatore a glass and he muttered a thank you. I liked being a servant for Giuseppe Salvatore, sometimes he was a strict man but if you worked hard he was generally quite kind to you. Plus it definitely helped that he had two dreamy sons, well one of them in particular.

I had been in love with Damon Salvatore since I had begun working for his father. I had gotten the job over five years ago and the two of us had bonded instantly, of course we hung out in secret because we both knew his father wouldn't approve of him being friends with a serving girl. Because I lived in the servant quarters Damon would come at night and sneak in to see me. I was totally head over heels for him and I thought maybe at one point he felt something for me to, but that thought had quickly vanished when Katherine Pierce arrived and captured his and his brother's attention with a snap of her fingers. But maybe it was for the best, we could never be together anyway.

I tried to forget about him as I laid a glass in front of Stefan and poured him his own and he sent me a grateful smile. I felt myself blushing as I neared Damon who was already smirking at me. I calmed my nerves and silently poured him some of the red substance. I quickly pulled the bottle away so I could get away from him when he subtly gripped my dress. "I'll have some more please, I'll tell you when to stop." He spoke cheekily and I resisted the urge to scowl at him, he was doing this on purpose. "Of course sir." I said forcing a smile as I poured more wine into his glass. He grinned up at me, hoping to embarrass me but I refused to look at him. The glass was nearly full and he still had not told me to stop and I prayed that his father did not notice.