"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here." ― William Shakespeare
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13 / 05 / 2011 : M Y S T I C F A L L S
We drove along in nearly unbearable silence as his car rumbled in the early morning light. "Der-Bear," I mumbled catching his attention, "Do not call me that," he growled lowly as he fisted the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.
"Are there any other 'Do nots,' I should know about?" I asked smirking, my confident demeanour covering up how I really felt as I stared blankly at the empty asphalt road.
"Do not call me Der-Bear," he repeated as he held up one finger. "Two, do not call me any other pet names." I nodded my lips pulled in a tight line, "Three, do not think that we're friends."
I laughed at that, "Oh, don't lie to yourself Der-bear, oh sorry, Sour-wolf" I said with my familiar snarky attitude, my face forming one of mocking; as I punched his shoulder lightly.
"Get out," I tilted my head, my jaw unhinged as I raised my eyebrows.
"What?" I asked, my tone filled with disbelief.
"Get.Out." He growled as he stopped in the middle of the road, his jaw clenched as he glared at me.
"All right," I replied holding my hands up in surrender, my eyes slitted at I stepped out of the Camaro.
I turned my back on him and began my slow paced journey towards Mystic Falls. The roar of the engine faded behind a dense fog, stumbling along the side of the road. My arms draped at my sides, as I kicked loose rocks to the side of my path. Squinting into the fog, I stopped, "Wo-woah who are you!?" I asked as fangs suddenly graced my neck, the man paused, "Vampire?" his voice velvety smooth as his eyes searched my face, "Uh, yeah I think?" I muttered as I pushed him off of me.
"Watch yourself," he warned before disappearing along with the fog.
"Alright man," I muttered kicking a large stone into the forest that bordered the road. The man returned not long after, his flesh looking eerily pale beneath the moonlight as he gripped my chin, nudging it side to side as his blue eyes observed me curiously. "You don't smell like a vampire?"
I chuckle, shoving his hands away, "Who are you?"
He offers me his hand, "Damon Salvatore, you wandered into my feasting zone," he states, as I shake his hand. "Right, I'm Evelyn Hall, and I'm a hybrid?" I shrug as he smirks. "You don't seem so sure of yourself?"
"Well, when your best friend comes out as your father and then tells you that you are a hybrid you gotta at east be somewhat sceptical right?" he chuckles lowly, "Evelyn Hall," he muses, "The girl that gets arrested but easily pays herself out of jail?"
I nod, "Ah, so I am famous," Damon nods with a smirk as he draws me in close.
"Why are you hanging out with a lame werewolf?" I laugh aloud, as I tug his shirt to bring him down to my height, "Because he has a Camaro," I joke as Damon chuckles.
"So do I, and I must say I think I'm much more good looking than that sour-pus."
"It's Sour-wolf," I correct, "He's just helping me get to my father, it seems, however, he can't handle my jokes."
"Why?" Damon laughs, "Were they really that terrible that he drove in the opposite direction," I punched his shoulder in response, I felt like I could trust this vampire, he seemed nice enough. "Oh well, your boyfriend's on his way back."
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