I Know The End | D. Salvatore

Weird encounters

"I need to go and get a drink." Damon said, he was now rocking around in a pair of sunglasses as his eyes were in a lot of pain. It was taking more than a minute for them to heal.

"Okay. Let's go then." I said, grabbing my car keys out of my pocket and heading for the door.

"Hey, hold on now. I can drive." Damon complained as he followed after me.

"You just had your eyes poked at by a woman's thumbs. You are not driving." I stated as I stepped out the door.

"All right, fine." He said dramatically as he followed me to my car. He was so dramatic as he climbed into the passenger side. I switched on the car and pulled out of the Salvatore driveway.

"So, you would really kill for me, huh?" Damon asked

"What?" I asked, feeling caught off guard by his question.

"You offered to kill the tomb vampires for me." Damon pointed out, a smug smirk on his face that immediately irritated me. He clearly knows that I care about him, and he's going to find a way to rub it in my face instead of showing how it actually makes him feel.

"So?" I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant in the hopes that he would drop the conversation all together.

"So? This is you were talking about, Angel. You don't even kill spiders." Damon pointed out

"Spiders are innocent. They don't actively try to hurt and kill all the people I care about." I argued. The tomb vampires were threatening every single person I care about, and if I could help stop them, then I would.

"I did not think I'd see the day where Althea Gilbert would actually threaten to kill someone." Damon mused, looking slightly proud of me, which I found to be a little disturbing.

"I've just spent too much time around you, you've rubbed off on me." I said jokingly, trying desperately to steer the subject away from the topic of how much I care.

"I could do more than that." Damon said with a suggestive smirk. I felt my heart skip a beat in my chest as I grew frustratingly flustered at his words. I desperately pushed down the feeling, trying to put on an irritated facade.

"Do you want me to turn this car around?" I asked him, pretending to be annoyed at him.

"No. Definitely not." Damon shook his head. We finally came to the Mystic Grill. I pulled to a stop outside and parked the car.

Damon and I got out and entered the bar, I followed him as he headed straight for the bar. I took a seat next to him, noting the woman who was sitting on the other side of him. I glanced over at her to realize that she was Matt Donovan's mother. Last I heard, she had run off, again.

"What's with the glasses inside?" She asked.

"My, um...ahem. My eyes are a little sensitive today." Damon said as he took the sunglasses off.

"You're new around here." She said

"Oh, on the contrary, I'm very old. Bourbon, neat." Damon said

"I haven't been gone that long. I would remember someone who looked like you." She said, I could hear the flirtatious tone in her voice and it made me uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to tell her to back off, but that would be implying that Damon was with me. And that's far from the truth.

"Yeah? Where did you go?" Damon asked

"Around. About." Kelly said

"Been there." Damon laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

"I love to see a man drown his sorrows. It's so sexy." She mused

"I'm still here. Just putting that out there." I said loudly, feeling slightly uncomfortable, and a little more than jealous.