Bloodlust (Damon Salvatore)

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I return home, thinking about Damon. He's obviously very cocky, and everything he says comes out flirty, but he seems sweet. When he said he would help, I believed it.

When I walk through the door, I see my family sitting on the couch, waiting for me. They're dressed elegantly, like they always are when we go out to eat.

"Did you make any friends?" My mother jumps to ask, smiling.

"Well... I made an acquaintance." I admit.

"That's progress." my father says, and stands to hug me. "Go put on your blue dress. We are going to a nice restaurant in town."

I do as he says, and soon, we are walking into the restaurant. The first thing I notice is that it's extremely fancy. Like, Queen Elizabeth fancy.

"Dad, isn't this going to be really expensive?" I ask, looking around at the beautiful sculptures and delicate paintings.

"Don't worry about the price." I smiled at me, patting my back. "Just enjoy the food. it's amazing."

"How do you know?"

"I took your mother here on out first date, when I lived nearby."

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After we eat, we return home. I make sure to shower early enough to pick out my outfit for tomorrow, the first day of school. I choose a flowing white blouse and a short black skirt with patterned black tights. I also set a pair of tall brown leather boots out to wear.

I wonder if this school will be different. Somehow I know all schools are the same, though. The people are the only thing that differs-the only originality. I have a premonition that the people will be different.

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts consume me, like always, and I think of him again.

~~~

"Higher, James!" I yell, laughing as I grip the rope tighter. I feel the frayed edges push into my skin, feeling uncomfortable, but turn to face him and forget about the pain.

His brown eyes are staring directly into mine, crinkling at the edges-forming his beautiful, contagious smile.

"I don't want you to fall, Mariana." he says, pushing the tire swing once more. I watch him keep a close eye on me, and I feel safe. He cares so much about my safety.

"I won't!" I assure, but he still grips the rope and stops the swing.

"That is a chance I'm not willing to take." He turns around. "Hop on."

I jump on his back, and he runs me around the field, spinning around. I lightly wrap my arms around his neck to hold on, and we laugh together, like always.

When he sets me down, he grabs my hands and forces me to look into his eyes, which in all honesty, I would have done either way.

"Promise me that we will always be best friends." He pleads, his tone more serious than his face. Something seems wrong.

"Of course, James. You know that we will!" I assure, smiling at him. He returns the smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. I decide to let it be, because if there was something seriously wrong, he would tell me.

~~~

He killed himself the next morning.

A hot tear rolls down my cheek, and I don't wipe it away. Instead, I close my eyes and try desperately to sleep.

Eventually I fall asleep, but I don't dream. And what's sleeping without dreaming?

(I know these chapters are really, really short, but I'm trying to get this story started. Who wants to read a story with one chapter?? No one. XD thank you for reading.)