New York || Damon Salvatore [1]

Chapter Nine

1976 — Provincetown, Massachusetts

   "Okay," Damon began, looking around the room. "Provincetown: never been here, never interested me, but now I'm curious about it. Is there anything we can do for fun?" He turned his head to side, studying Freya's pensive look. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were squinted as she stared at nothing. She tapped her fingers against the bed in a pattern of five beats every second, all while moving her pursed lips to the sides as she continued to think. He never knew that a simple pensive look would have made him smile so much, feel so much.

   "There's rollerskating," Freya said, glancing at him. "Uh, local bands play at The Gold Dust every weekend. The Big-Boned Barbie is one of the best bars to catch a drag show. Trust me, it is amazing and wonderful and you will want to go again and again." She quickly glanced down before looking back at him. "The beach is always a big thing around here, even at night. But, it might be filled with angst ridden teenagers wanting to get away from home and have a few underage beers and a joint."

   Damon smiled. "And you know that from experience?"

   "Yeah," Freya giggled, glancing down. "It's, uh, a big thing to do here."

   "Something fun," he repeated, smiling at her. "I mean, going to the beach with a bunch of angst ridden teenagers sounds like so much fun, but I want some thing that's even more fun."

   Once again, the pensive look appeared on her face: squinted eyes, pursed lips, the tapping of her her fingers in a five-per-one. She stopped, smiled, and slowly turned her head to him. "Disco."

   "Disco?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "You said disco?"

   "Disco," she grinned as she stood up. "Oh, come on, Damon; we can get groovy tonight!"

   "Please tell me you didn't just use groovy on me."

   "Disco! Disco! Disco!" As she chanted the word, she jumped in a circle.

   For the first time since Damon began to see her, since he met her, she finally showed him the childish side that every person had deeply hidden. It was strange, but at the same time it made him smile. Seeing her act so childish around him made him realise that she trusted him. He knew he shouldn't have given her a reason to trust him, especially since he was a monster that could kill her at any moment. And then he realised that they were a ticking tome bomb.

   Yes. Their relationship was a ticking time bomb that was waiting to explode. He was a monster, a sadistic monster that took pleasure in hurting others, and she was just there. She was besides him, just besides him, with a hand on his shoulder. And at any second, at any goddamn second, he could turn and bite her neck, drink her dry, kill her. Just like a time bomb, they were waiting to explode.

   "Fine!" he called, standing. "We'll go to a disco." He stopped moving and turned to look at her, shaking his head. "I can't believe I just said that."

   "You'll like it," Freya chuckled, grabbing his hand. "It'll be fun, Damon."

   "Yeah, mhm," he nodding. "Whatever you say."

   He left her room, although with a hint of reluctance and smirk. Freya wanted to change from the simple jeans and shirt to something that would make her stand out in a sea full of people that also wanted to stand out. He went downstairs, and sat at the kitchen table with Frederick and Ioanna, who were talking about some fall festival that her friend threw the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. Ioanna was to help the woman set up a sweets booth where they would sell all kinds of sweets for either the church or the hospital.

   "Why haven't you told him?" Damon heard Helena speak upstairs. His ears perked up and he sat back, looking between Ioanna and Frederick with a feigned expression of interest.