Imagines Part 2

#1 Damon Salvatore

"Why did Bonny have to do this?" Damon whines, glaring at a mirror.

"Because you deserve it." You answer, irritation in your voice.

"You're not still mad at me, are you?" Damon groans.

"Yeah Damon," You reply. "I'm still mad at you for turning my best friend into a vampire!"

"Oh come on!" He gripes. "Vicki had it coming anyways! And I was bored!"

"That is no reason to turn her into a vampire, Damon!" You yell.

"Yeah well Bonny had no reason to give me another curse!"

You roll your eyes and step into the room now wearing a purple jacket and skinny jeans. "It's not a curse... it's sort of a gift."

For first time since you got home he turns his attention away from the mirror and towards you. "How is this a gift?!"

"It's a gift for me!"

He scrunches his eyebrows and walks away from the mirror. "How?" He says simply.

"Because I'm mad at you."

He places his hands on your shoulder and starts running his hand slowly down your arm. "There's a fair in town, would you like to go?"

"Are you serious right now?! You turn my best friend into a vampire, your brother kills her, and now you want me to go to a fair with you?!"

"Yes... Will you go?"

You glare at him, giving the "you've got to be kidding me" face. When suddenly an idea came to you.

Fair = house of mirrors.

The gears in your twisted head begin to turn, this is perfect. "Yes Damon, I'll go. But not because you want me to, because I want to."

When you arrive there's popcorn littered throughout the grass and the smell of oil fills your lungs, accompanied by the smell of hot dogs and cotton candy. All of the rides are lit up with colorful lights and screams fill the air. You haven't been to a fair since you were at least 10 and you had forgotten how much you had loved them.

"What would you like to do?" Damon whispers suddenly in your ear, making you jump.

"How about the "stake the vampire" game?"

He gives you a slight glare to shut up before quickly pulling your legs out from under you. You scream and the next thing you know your at the top of the Farris wheel.

"What the hell? Damon!" You yell, slugging him in the shoulder. "Don't do that!"

He just laughs and smirks at you. His silver eyes shinning in the shine of the fair lights. "What's the matter? Afraid of heights?"

"No," the retort. "I'm just not a custom to being swept off my feet by a vampire." You quickly cover you mouth. "Did I seriously just say that?"

"Swept you off your feet?" He asks, suddenly wide eyed and serious.

"Shut up!"

"Wait but Y/N..."

"SHUT UP!"

Neither of you spoken for the rest of the ride and when you got off Damon grabbed your hand and pulled you I between two of the game tents to get away from everyone else.

"What did you mean?" He questions, his voice stern and full of lust.

"I-I didn't," you stutter. "I didn't mean anything by it."

He hangs his head in shame. "I'm sorry Y/N."

You grab both of his shoulders, forcing him to look into your eyes. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

"Killing Vicki..." He almost whispers. "It wasn't right and I shouldn't have taken that choice away from her."

"Damon..." You start to tell him you forgive him but truly, deep inside, you don't.

"It's just that I've never met anyone like you before and I don't want to ruin it. Because I... I love you."

Your heart, time, everything stops in that moment. You try to say it back but no words come, as if they're lost in some ancient language. He stares into you, his eyes piercing through your very soul. And on almost instinct you grab him and pull him into you, forcing his lips to yours. He grips the back of your hair, closing the small amount of space in between the two of you.

"I love you too."