We Are History

Chapter four 1923

1947

Ashlee's POV

The sweet sound of jazz music seeps through the walls of the large bar Damon escorts Natalie and I into.

My white dress with long dangles in the front and a tall slit in the left leg shifts with my every movement, and I can't wait to get on the dance floor. My blonde curls are up in an elegant bun, and Natalie's black hair is braided over her shoulder. She looks uncomfortable yet beautiful in her shimmering black dress that falls gracefully around her figure and down to her ankles. Damon looks sharp and stunning with his devious smirk and dark hair, a black suit clinging to him in all the right ways.

"I've got a goddess on one arm," Damon kisses me sweetly, just a simple brush of his lips against mine. "And the devil on the other." He shoots Natalie a sexy grin.

She rolls her eyes. "Oh stop it Damon, you have a girlfriend to flatter not me." She says innocently.

I shake my head with a smile. "Could you two stop, just for one night?"

We step into the elegantly lit bar, all one huge room with a large dance floor and a live band.

"May I have this dance?" Damon asks, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Most certainly." I grin, kissing him.

He sweeps me away to the dance floor, and we dance energetically.

I glance briefly toward Natalie, who has three shot glasses placed before her at the bar. Natalie hasn't danced with a man she actually cared for since we left Mystic Falls in 1864, leaving Nathan Lockwood with it.

I'll never forget that day. Damon begging me to turn him, him drinking my blood. Me killing him. Him coming back to life and draining the life from a young girl named Rosalie to complete his transformation. Then locking Katherine and Pearl in a vampire-proof safe so we could question them about trying to draw us out to Mystic Falls. Natalie was as unforgiving as ever. When we had gotten all the information from them that we possibly could, we compelled them to forget us and it was time to leave. Natalie said goodbye to Nathan, and compelled him to forget about her completely, and to fall in love with one of Rosalie's friends. Sometimes when she had really gone out of her way to drown her feelings in acidic alcohol, she would allow a stranger her take her home with him, spending a heated night with him before devouring him in the morning.

Damon spins me in his arms, dipping me low and pressing his lips to my neck. All fretting over Natalie momentarily slips my mind as his lips slip across the skin below my jaw. Pleasure spreads through me as his tongue brushes against me, and I cling tightly to his neck, pulling his lips to mine and passionately kissing him. His hands slide down my waist, and I pull myself up higher on his chest.

I hear Natalie mutter "Can't you keep it in your pants for once? People are staring. You're like vampire porn stars."

Caught up in the heat of the moment, I ignore her. But what I hear next has the moment coming to a dead stop.

A bloodcurdling scream tears at my eardrums, and Damon nearly drops me. A few people by the doors stop and frown like they may have heard something, but then continue on their way into the dance club. Only vampires heard it, and judging by the reaction of the crowd that covers Damon, Natalie and I.

I take Damon's hand from my waist and run at a brisk human speed out of the club, towards the scream. Natalie joins us, the veins around her eyes pulsing as though she's preparing for blood spill.

Once out of the club we stop, listening for the source of the scream. Natalie's black braid whips back and forth as she looks from side to side, trying to spot the disturbance in the peaceful night.