Charmer (A Damon Salvatore novel)

Maya shianora. yes, that's the name. Professional pianist, major in art, student of the associated board royal school of music, player of the acoustic and electric guitar and a fiesty singer.

Aged 16.

'Maya...Maya wake up. come on! We're gonna be late' i moaned, my body convulsing and stretching. My friend Lexi had stayed the night after a fight with her parents. She was gorgeous to me, afro hair, thick brows, nice legs....really nice legs!

Suddenly a cold breeze greeted my bare legs as she pulled the duvet off of me. 'OI BITCH I WAS GETTING UP!' i yelled at her, squealing with laughter.

An hour later we were strolling through the park on the way to school.

' can you believe it. its all over our entire education, i mean like compulsory i mean like, like you know...like wow' Lexi's mouth full of maltesers. I sno9rted at the sight of her pearly white caked with what looked like foundation. LOL

' so why are you so dressed up today, sugar puff?' aeh eyed me up and down making me fidget slightly. DAMN. i really hoped i wasn't too over dressed...

i was wearing my favourite pair of diesel leather hi9gh waisted shorts, my vintage white lace top, my black suede jeffrey campbell damsel wedges and to top it off the one item i never went out wih out. my black leather jacket.

'my last day at valentines high school should me a memorable one' i replied, lying through my teeth.

Damon

Damon didn't know why he was driving to see Salest. That old bitch of a witch. He chuckled to himself gently. He glanced in the rear view mirror, damn he looked tired. four days straight with out blood. Salest worked in a high school, plenty of little necks to sink his big bad fangs into. plenty of pretty young things ready for him to insert other things into...he pulled the map from the seat next to him.

another right and continue straight for abit and he should be there. aah, what was the name of that damn school. His eyes glanced across the map.

Valentines High School.

Salest

THAT STUPID BASTARD. Damon Salvatore. As handsome and charming as he was, she wished he wasn't coming.

why? why now? Usually i just stay where the ley lines cross, supernatural things happen, but no this time its different. It's a person attracting supernatural, that girl with the leather jacket! DAMN IT!

On the last day of the year, when all the girls would dress up nicely, when they were too blinded by happiness to see danger, they would only see a handsome stranger , black from head to toe. He would befriend them with his seductive smile. Draw them in with his velvet like voice, sooth them and make them feel safe in his strong embrace. Oh, she knew him all too well. He had no bussiness here! His boredom is what bought him here, the devastation as dear katherine had died. Sure she had screwed him about and fallen for his brother, but his love for her was real in the end. When she died , so did a part of him.

She sighed, hands on her forehead. The creases along her skin felt uncomfortable under her fingers.

'Hello Miss' a silken voice called from the door. Oh, how she loved that voice.

'Ah, Maya! How are you my dear?' She must keep her safe. must keep her away from Damon said a voice in her head.

'im fine, just a little tired though' Maya replied and smile twitching on her lips. Maya was an amazing student, an amazing person. Every boy in her english class were slightly in love with her abit. EVERY ONE was curious about her, she had an edge this girl. She could fight, damn she was fiesty! She wore every thing beautifuly, her style unique like her. Over the year i had gotten to know her, i had discovered she was a fan of old literature and poems, dramatic readings, monologues, shakespeare, the bronte sisters and in love with music. Even when she talked her voice had a musical tone to it.

'well, i told you to sleep well! The dance is tonite and you must come child! Certain people are waiting to see you' i amused my self with my own bad jokes.

she laughed, open mouthed, the smile reaching her eyes, tossing her head back. A large mass of brown curls ccascading from her head, her tanned tropical skin, flawless in the light.

The sound of buzzing awoke me. DAMON said her caller id. i moaned in irritation.

'what?' i said

'Why Salest, my favourite BITCH! oh no, i meant witch! how nice to hear from you too' his voice oozed through the phone, i remember how the sound of his voice use to give me goosebumps or make my heart flutter, but no not now.

'im in my class room, i have a free period right now so we can meet'

'how do i know where your class is?' he echoed back

' first room from the staircase, overlooking the park' i snapped my phone shut, oh shit. this day would be interesting.

Damon

The school coridors were empty, all the students in their classes. watching films, playing games, chattering away. It was their last day before summer, oh how he hates education. Of course back in Italy things were slightly different. Parchment and ink, not interactive white boards.

He lounged against the stair case lazily, a drunken smile smeared on his face. Sure he looked tired, but he still looked sexy as hell.

and in 5...4...3...2...the school bell rang loud and clear, doors slamming, foot steps, laughter, chatter and shuffling. And any time now when the corridors fill, about a hundred and one girls would be eyeing him, staring, gasping, whispering, giggling, hypnotized...mentally undressing him.

And he was right there it was girl , girls, girls. And the ocassional guy...

how about the little european one? tall, slender, light brown hair and big blue eyes...or how about the red head with the toned legs and nice bum? Perhaps the little asian girl with the petite figure or..

his thoughts were disturbed by something. A girl.

Her long brown curls reaching her elbows, her tropic brown skin, bronzed and flawless. Her ravishing curves, lengthened legs by her interesting heels, her eyes milky brown and strangely big. Her lips...Oh her lips, the perfect full marilyn monroe sort of pout, only a natural pout. her lips looked soft. She looked like a dancer, Damon would know. A girl beside said something making her laugh, her head falling back, curls shaking, her laugh was melodic and was smooth like silk.

'Damon' Salest stood infront of him now.

'Aah Salest , i see the years are catching up to you now'

'come, we must talk in private' she said, shaking her head.

he followed her to an empty class room, he sat at a desk and her at her table over looking th class.

'now doesn't this seem like a student teacher porno?' i chuckled, oh how i was so so funny.

'Damon what do you want?' she didnt once look up at me

'i don't know, i was hoping there was a way you could connect to katherine...'

'very well. close your eyes and think of her...'