Don't Look At Me With Those Judgy Little Eyes (Currently under revision)

Chapter 5- I held Aria in ALL of the Right Places, Stefan

Chapter 5

I Held Aria in ALL of the Right Places, Stefan

I stared up at him in disbelief at what he was saying to me. He was threatening me. My mouth was slightly opened in shock as I stared up at him. How could I have ever thought about Damon the way I had. I made him into this glorious and beautiful thing in my head, when really he was a jerk. No different than other guys I’ve encountered. His eyes stared down into mine; burning with intensity. No passion; just a thirst he desperately needed to be rid of.

"Excuse me?" I asked him, taking a step back away from him. I didn’t want to be near him. He chuckled with no humor. "Where did you get the compass?" he asked seriously closing the space between us with a step. His jacket brushed against my skin as I stared up at him. He towered over me like a monster; a predator, almost as if he were hunting me. My brow furrowed as he asked me this.

"Compass…," It only took two seconds before the information registered. "The compass I gave Stefan?" I asked him, taking another step back.

"Yes, Aria. The compass you and I both know about. Where'd you get it?" he took another step toward me, looking me over. I felt like a mouse being cornered by a great big cat. It was only moments before he’d devour me.  "The antique store by the Grill." I answered, not bothering to step back anymore. I folded my arms across my chest, standing my ground. If he really wanted to play this game, than I was not forfeiting. He looked off to the side, but quickly he looked back at me and smirked wryly. "You know what's funny, Aria?" he said casually, his voice much lighter.

I bit my bottom lip as he just gazed down at me. I looked down at my purple boots, dirty with mud and twigs. "No, Damon, I don't know." I answered, frightened and took another step back, when my back hit something. I turned around slightly, startled, and saw aging bark, wet from the rain. I looked back at him, again. He was so close that I could feel his fresh breath hitting my forehead as he looked down at me. He was leaning against me, his body pressing against mine softly. I felt my back supported by the tree behind me. Strangely, though, instead of enjoying Damon Salvatore having me pinned up against a tree, capable of major lip locking, I was scared.

I was scared that he would hurt me; he seemed very much capable. I swallowed harshly and began to speak. "What is funny, Damon?" I asked him, my voice weak, afraid of the answer I might receive. He got closer to my face, his nose brushing against mine. "There is no antique store in this town,” he said in a serious whisper. That made no sense…there was an antique store! Wasn’t there? Oh god. He’s going to kill me. In that instant I acted out of instinct. He blocked all escapes and it was obvious he was going to hurt me. The forest went silent, almost as if the birds were afraid that Damon would kill them if they chirped or sang.

"Well, then," I began, feeling his body tense. I licked my lips quickly, panicking. His head began hovering near my neck, his hair brushing my jaw and cheeks, softly. I did not know what to do. Tears stung in my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. I was too afraid to scream. I felt his lips brush against the skin of my neck, nibbling slightly. His lips caressed my skin. He’s going to rape me. I just know it.

With that, I snapped.

I kneed him in his crotch, suddenly, and fled into the woods as he stayed behind in pain. I ran as fast as I could, trying not to trip over fallen branches and slippery leaves. I had no idea where I was going, but anywhere was better than with him. I did not hear footsteps behind me, so I began to slow my pace, my heart racing too rapidly. I held my chest, trying to breathe, but I could not. I was too busy freaking out. I swallowed a big gulp of air and began to calm down. I had to get out of here. I began walking forward, lost, frightened; not knowing which way to go.