Possessed by Damon Salvatore

Chapter 37

After almost drowning in alcohol, figuratively, Damon spreads out his feast for Elena and ao that Elena doesn't suspect anything, I take a morsel or two. Mmm... Damon can cook! Well, he made those pancakes for me once but I never thought that he could do the serious stuff. He surprises me.

"So ladies, how's the food", Damon asks, arrogant.

"I hate to admit it, but you can cook", Elena's response is filled with surprise.

Damon gives his signature smirk.

"The problem is that, you guys underestimate me so much, yet, I rise up and surprise you everytime", Damon declares.

"Brother, let them eat in peace." Stefan suggests.

Damon is eyeing me with knowledge. His eyes twinkling of mischieve. Why is he doing this, knowing that I won't be able to actually eat. I scowl at him and his grin gets wider.

Rising from my seat, I head to the kitchen without saying a word. Damon follows. I enter the kitchen and search through the cabinets.

"I guess this is the one you're looking for", Damon says, holding a blood bag. Seeing the blood, my throat burns and I want it immediately. I reach to him and he sips some blood from the bag. I try to take the bag for myself but he seems to know about my moves.

Unexpectedly, he puts his mouth on me and kisses me. But this is not a passionate kiss. Its a trick kiss. He puts the blood to my deprived mouth and getting the idea, I explore his mouth with my tongue, taking away all the remaining blood.

I grin at him and he grins back, teeth stained with blood.

Quickly, I clean my mouth and face and pour myself a glass of whiskey.

"Whoa, easy on the stuff", Damon cautions.

"Damon, I'm already drunk. I can't get any drunker", I say.

But it seems that I was wrong. After a few sips, the walls starts to get blurry and I pass out. My last memory is that of Damon's alarmed face.

I have been out for how long I don't know. With a thumping in my head, I open my eyes. Bright sunlight is coming through the window but from a strange angle.

I reach for my cell and glance at the watch. Holy Hell. Its 4 o' clock in the afternoon. I slept through half of the day. Which also means that I missed school. Oh shit, again I have to take those notes.

Getting out of bed, I search the room for Damon.  No sign of him. I check the bathroom too. None. I walk out of the room and hear Elena and Stefan talking those sweet nothings. Not sweet, ugh, dirty nothings. I flush as I feel like I am eavesdropping on them. I get down the stairs but still, there is no sign of Damon. Strange.