Vampire Diaries Imagines

A Night to Remember - Damon Salvatore

The Mystic Falls High gym was awash with glittering lights, a haze of laughter, and the hum of music that should have felt magical. Instead, Y/N stood in the shadows, arms crossed, her perfect gown crumpled slightly as her posture wilted. The silver fabric shimmered under the light, but she felt anything but radiant. Her date, Brad, was too busy twirling another girl in the center of the dance floor to notice-or even care for that matter.

Her throat tightened as she watched them. She had spent weeks perfecting every detail of the night, from her dress to her hair, even her choice in date. Yet here she was-forgotten. Swiping at a stray tear, she pulled out her phone and scrolled to a familiar contact.

Without hesitation, she pressed the call button. And just like every time she called the man, Damon answered on the second ring.

"Y/N?" His voice was smooth, tinged with curiosity.

"Can you come get me?" Her voice cracked despite her effort to sound indifferent.

There was a pause, then the sound of keys jingling. "On my way."

She hung up, grateful he didn't ask questions. Damon had an uncanny ability to show up precisely when she needed him, no matter how trivial or dramatic the situation. It was maddeningly dependable-and tonight, she didn't care to question why.

It wasn't long before the familiar sleek blue Camaro roared into the school parking lot. Damon leaned casually against the car, his sharp suit and knowing smirk making him look like he belonged to a completely different world from the high school chaos around them.

"Well, don't you look like a fallen prom queen," he teased, his blue eyes scanning her figure over as she walked towards him.

The young Y/L/N girl huffed as she approached. "Just drive please."

"As you wish, Your Majesty," Damon said with a mock bow, opening the passenger door for her. She slid inside, folding her arms tightly as he got in and started the engine.

For a while, the drive was silent save for the low hum of the radio. Y/N stared out the window, her thoughts a mix of anger and sadness. Damon, perceptive as ever, glanced at her.

"You gonna tell me what happened, or should I guess? Brad turned out to be a grade-A douchebag, didn't he?"

Y/N snorted softly. "You don't have to sound so smug about it."

"Hey, I'm just stating the obvious," he replied, his tone light but his gaze flickering with something gentler. "But you're not spending the rest of the night sulking over that jerk. Not if I have anything to say about it, at least."

Before she could argue, Damon suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the quiet road. The forest around them was dark, the only light coming from the stars above and the faint glow of the car's dashboard.

"Damon, what are you doing?" Y/N asked, confused.

"Trust me," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out. He came around to her side, opening her door and holding out a hand.

She hesitated as she eyed him from her seat. "You're acting very suspicious right now, D."

"Maybe. But humor me," he said, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Come on, Y/N/N."

Sighing, she took his hand. The cool night air brushed against her skin as he led her to the middle of the deserted road. The radio still played faintly from the car, a slow, hauntingly beautiful melody.

"What are we doing?" she asked again, her voice quieter now.

"Dancing," Damon said simply. "Because you're not going to remember tonight as the night Brad proved he's a loser. You're going to remember it as the night you danced with me under the stars."

Before she could protest, his hands found her waist, and he guided her into a slow, deliberate rhythm. His movements were effortless, and despite herself, Y/N followed his lead.

"This isn't very dark and mysterious of you, ya know?" she muttered, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Maybe," Damon said, his voice low and warm. "But you're smiling, so I must be doing something right."

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. The music played on, and for the first time that evening, she felt the tension in her shoulders ease. Damon's presence was intoxicating-not just his usual charm but the way he looked at her, like she was worth more than the prom dress and a broken heart she was given.

As the song ended, Damon leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against her temple. "Don't let anyone-especially some high school idiot jock-make you forget how amazing you are, Y/N/N."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she forgot how to respond. But as Damon pulled back, his signature smirk returned.

"Now, come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. "Let's get you home before you fall completely in love with me."

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head as she followed. Maybe prom wasn't entirely ruined after all.