Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 24: Dealing with the Tomb Vampires?

Evangeline P.O.V

"Here I go,

 Here I go,

 Feel better now. 

Feel better now...

Here I go, 

Here I go- Oh for gods sake get the hell out of my room!" I screamed throwing a heavy book at him. Damon narrowly dogged it in time and looked at me with an amused expression. "You honestly have a problem with privacy," I mumbled, drying my hair with one hand and the other cocked on my hip. Just when I was singing too.

"Okay, but this time I have a good reason for being here!" He defended bowing slightly, with his hands held out. I raised an eyebrow and gestured at him with my brow. He looks at me confusingly before looking back at the closet in my room.

"Seriously?" He groans. I nodded, glaring at him. Sighing he slowly walks towards the closet with his head down. He opens the closet door and stare back at me with a pout. I rolled my eyes and waked forward, pushing him in and shutting the door in his face.

"This isn't necessary!" He says loudly, hitting the closet door. "Every time I do this you push me in the closet!"

 "Well because you always come when I'm changing! Would you rather see me naked?" I said back, taking off my towel and putting on some clothes. I paused for a moment thinking over my words. "Wait, never mind that. You would rather see me naked."

"We're all people here," Damon says back rather smugly. "Except one of us is a vampire and the other is a human," I argued back, strapping on my bra. However, I could not strap in on so I ended up struggling to reach it.

It was new red bra I bought so the elastic was stiffer. I was just about to give up when cold hands touched my bare back and strapped it in place. "Damon, what the hell!" I shoved him, covering my chest. I already had panties and jeans on thank god.

"You're welcome," He rolls his eyes and walks across the room a blank look on his face. Which was odd considering he never gives woman respect. He would always shamelessly trail his eyes on woman.

"You're an asshole you know that?" I snapped, one hand covering my chest the other reaching for my red wine sweater vest I had placed over my chair the night before. "So I've been told," He smirks, his elbow resting against the high drawer. 

"What do you want?" I grumbled, picking up my towel and draping it over my shoulder as I looked into my mirror near the dressing table. "I didn't know you could sing that good," He mumbles from behind me.

"I don't like to share, and the whole reason why I had to sing was because I've been using this dumb phone I borrowed from Jenna because you broke mine and it has the most crappiest data memory ever!" I threw the old looking phone towards my bed at him.

I bit my lip to corner the anger and went back to tidying up my hair and makeup. "Back to why I'm here," He walks up to me and holds out a box that I did not know he held. "What is this?" I said confused as I took the box in his hands gingerly.

"My heart," He sarcastically commented, going to sit on my bed. His dark hair was slightly ruffled and he wore his leather jacket. "But you're still alive," I spoke smiling innocently. "You wound me," He pouts, a sad smile on his face.

I turn away from his fake sad smile and proceeded to unwrap the box that had purple wrapping in it. "Oh please even if you're wounded you can still heal you arrogant a-" My words were cut short as I stared at what I held.

The top of the box fell of my hands as I took out a brand new phone that was perfectly placed in the middle. "Am I still an arrogant ass?" He calls out, turning my attention to him. I could picture my face right now. Just pure shock because he actually payed for my phone that he broke.