The Little Lockwood

Twenty four

EDITED

Damon killed Bonnie's mom to cut the magical bond between the Bennett line and Esther.
Elena is furious with him, but at least Bonnie's mom will be a vampire so she isn't dead dead.
But Esther was planning on killing all of her children, which in turn, would kill Damon and Stefan and Caroline and any other vampires in the entire world.

I'm lounging in the living room of the Boarding house, it's been a few days and apparently Alaric is having some vampire hunter issues since his Gilbert family resurrection ring has been making him crazy. 

I've been ignoring the whole lot, not really wanting to be apart of any drama.

I'm sipping some orange juice and enjoying the silence. 

Or at least I was until I heard foot steps come from down the hallways towards me.
My ears perk to pick up the familiar heartbeat and my nose twitches at the familiar scent.

Damon.

We both admitted our feelings for each other at the ball. And it's been awkward since then.

The thing is, I'm not afraid of commitment. I'm afraid of surrendering control too quickly. I'm afraid of placing my heart into hands that aren't ready to hold it, or who can't hold it.

And I've never dated anyone before, I know myself. 

And I am not the type of girl that would cycle in and out of relationships.
I want to experience true connections, and I rarely get to have connections in the first place, and I'm not going to settle for anything less than what I deserve. 

I would rather wait a lifetime in isolation for something that genuinely captivates me, than rush into something shallow and ordinary just to feel needed.

Damon stops at the archway into the living room. His eyes slowly meet mine.

I stand up gently from the couch and twist a strand of my long hair.
He looks at me.
I look at him.

I take in a deep breath and sigh before I speak, 

"I'm not used to being loved, I wouldn't know what to do. I'm not the kind of girl that boys fall in love with. And I'm terrified that you want to dive into this based off of lust or something temporary. I'm terrified you will hurt me, Damon."

Damon's eyes go soft when I say this, he looks gentle and he steps towards me,

"Debria. I won't hurt you."

I step forward, my hands grabbing his, my eyes glazing over with seriousness as I stare up into his eyes,

"I will ruin you if you do, Damon Salvatore," I tell him honestly, and the words left my mouth before I could stop them. But I wouldn't take them back anyways, I meant what I said.

I sigh inwardly and make a contract with myself, closing my eyes; I will love him and forget the consequences. Just this once, he can have everything. 

I hate losing control but, with Damon, I've decided I want to give in.

He smiles, genuinely and scoops me into a bone crushing hug,

"I'll hold you to that, little Lockwood."

His fingers trace my spine sending shivers to my toes, and my hands lace around his neck and play with the hair on the nape of his head.
Damon's eyes search mine and he cups my face, pulling my lips to his. And I return the kiss feverishly. Our lips molding to one another's, the quiet passion between us a minute ago suddenly struck into a blazing fire.
His hands on my hips, my waist, the small of my back. My fingers clawing up his chest and tracing his jawline.