The Perfect Mikaelson's

8|| Damon 🥃

Damon

Stefan dragged me out of the house to go to the Mystic Grill because he was tired of seeing me 'mope around' over some girl that was probably never coming back. He was probably right but I was still holding out hope for the day. Not laying around the house depressed like he does after a ripper binge, I just didn't see the point in going out when no other girl could hold my attention like she did.

"Damon!" Stefan glared at me, snapping me out of my daydreaming of the mysterious Mikaelson. Asshole. "What?!" I snapped back. "It's your turn." He motioned towards the pool table. I rolled my eyes lining up my shot. "Please tell me you weren't thinking about her again?" My eyebrows quickly knit together as I scoffed, maybe I reacted too quickly, seeing his reaction. "What?! No. I don't even care if she comes back." Knowing damn well, I would show up on her doorstep, with a basket of muffins, flowers, wine, blood bags and some movies to welcome her to the neighborhood.

"You realize Rebekah was probably messing with you when she said she would be back. I think there's a reason we've never heard about her." I stood up, thinking about what he said. "You don't think she would do that, do you?" I asked, trying to think about if this was all some sick joke. "Did this girl compel you or something? Are you completely forgetting that she's a Mikaelson.. her siblings are the ones that manipulate others and each other to get what they want."

"How do you know she's like that?" He scoffs, shaking his head as he moves around the table. "What did she say to you that has you so wrapped up over her?" He asked, staring a hole through me. "Didn't she blow you off and then tell you her brothers would kill you if you tried anything? How are you still pining after her?" I rolled my eyes and bent back down to focus back on the game. "I'm not pining. I just want to know her, that's all."

He hummed a response as I lined my shot back up, just about to shoot, when I caught a glimpse of her. Completely forgetting about the game, I watched her as she walked across the bar, taking a seat next to her sister. She wore a cute little mini skirt that slightly rode up as she got onto the stool. God, what I would give to be the thing she sits on.

"Ah!" Stefan followed my gaze, before looking back at me. "You were saying?" He laughed, before I shot him a look. "Clearly this is a sign that I'm supposed to talk to her." I reasoned. Knowing good and well everything that was going through my head right now was definitely irrational and impure. The way she sat there, so perfect doing absolutely nothing but talking. Even from across the room, her skin looked absolutely perfect and I just wanted to lick every inch of it.

"You know she can probably feel you staring at her right? Because you look like a desiccated vampire with a blood bag just out of reach." He laughed, not realizing that's exactly how I feel. The way she smelled the night of the ball, made me want to go out and buy every single bottle of whatever perfume it was.

"Didn't her sister tell you she was basically off limits?" He lowered his voice, incase at some point the girls noticed us. "Yes, but I don't see her guard dog brothers around. So maybe that's another reason to take this chance."

"You realize they could show up any minute right? She probably just got back to town. There's no way they're just letting them both just roam around alone." Before I could say anything back, we see Rebekah walk up the steps to our pool table with her sister in tow.

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