Lost and Found (The Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 7: Too Much Temptation

Damon's view

I sent Jade down to the stash in search of a couple of blood bags, the girl continued to amaze me. If hurtling me, Damon Salvatore, into a wall wasn't surprising enough, she then goes and runs Katherine out of the house! With a pencil no less.

Leaving the blood stained shirt on the floor, I moved to the couch and waited for Jade's return. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds, she was back with three blood bags and two glasses. I noted how quickly she was able to adapt to her situation and had to remind myself that she was newly changed.

She placed two of the bags and a glass on a coffee table that she must have pulled out from somewhere, although right now I couldn't care less. I grabbed the first bag that came to hand, ripping it with my teeth like an animal and forgetting the glass, I downed its warm red contents in a heartbeat. Jade had emptied her bag into her own glass and now sipped at the crimson liquid, watching me as I threw away the plastic and grabbed my second bag.

When I was done I threw the packaging over my head, not caring where it landed, and lounged back into the plush cushions. I could feel that my wounds were healing fast. I closed my eyes briefly, but I could still feel her staring at me, so with a sigh I met her gaze, and waited.

"Who's Katherine?" She took another sip and I couldn't see any reason not to tell her, it was just a bit too complicated to explain all in one go,

"Just an old girlfriend, nothing you need to worry about," I shrugged nonchalantly and winced when the motion rubbed raw wound against fabric.

"The same one who gave you that ring?" She replied quickly. I blinked, I knew that I could easily lie, that it was just an educated guess on her part, but I felt as if she would find a way to see through it anyway. Through me.

"Yes," I answered just as fast. She nodded and absently tapped her finger nails against the crystalline glass, deep in thought. "She's not important, barely worth thinking about."

"Ha!" The sound was so sudden that I inwardly jumped out of my skin, "The woman came in aiming a pistol at your chest! If that's not important then I don't know what is," She drained the rest of her drink and set it down on the coffee table, settling back into the couch, now starting to play with her hair.

As I looked her up and down, all I could think about was how I wanted her. She was quick and witty making her an equal match for my own sarcasm. She wasn't the strongest or fastest vampire around, but her ability to surprise more than made up for it. Her looks weren't perfect, but her uniqueness in hair and eye colour was what made her an absolute wonder to look at. She was a dab-hand at fighting which just made her all the more attractive. Just like the stones that seemed to surround her life, she was a precious treasure that I had just happened to have stumbled across.

And from there on I vowed that I would make her mine.

Jade's view

Twirling the ends of my hair into ringlets, I thought about Katherine. She was dangerous, not just to Damon, but to me as well. And it wasn't for her own gain, she was working for someone else, she'd made that quite clear. There was more to this whole episode than I cared to admit, trouble was up ahead.

I was snapped back into the present by the shifting of weight as Damon edged towards me. I stiffened at the look of hunger in his eyes, and I knew it wasn't for blood. We were just inches apart now, his eyes roving over me.

I moved away until my back was pressed against the arm of the couch but he just followed until he was almost on top of me, his arms either side, trapping me in.

"Damon, what are you doing?" I said each word slowly and carefully as if he were a wild animal ready to pounce, I was painfully aware of his naked torso hovering over me. At first he didn't say anything and I wondered if he'd even heard at all, "Damon?"

"I'm doing what I should have done when you first stepped out of that bedroom."

And like that his mouth crashed down onto mine, forcing himself onto me. I immediately retaliated, trying my utmost hardest to get his lips away from mine, but he was too strong, both physically and mentally.

When I realised that this method was not working out I went limp, not bothering to either return or reject his kisses. Noticing my lack of involvement, Damon retracted to find out the source of the problem. Then I pushed him onto the floor and ran, not a moment later he had me pinned to the wall. I banged my head on the hard plaster and cursed myself,

"Damn it!" Damon smirked and I glared back at him as he brushed his lips against mine making me shiver. Still holding my wrists down, he gently kissed each cheek. I screwed my eyes tightly shut as he pressed his soft lips to the random freckle on my right temple.

When he pulled away I looked at him, his black, silky hair was ruffled and messy, but it suited him. The thought of plunging my fingers into that mass of beautiful hair had entered my mind before I could stop it, and it was overpowering.

My face must have mirrored my thoughts because Damon was smiling in a way that said he was winning. He used both his hands to push my hair behind and away from my face and started to stroke my temples.

I put one hand on his bare chest to keep him at bay but this gesture only seemed to fuel his passion. His eyes never left mine and I had to swallow before I was able to speak,

"Don't," Damon's gaze shifted to my mouth as he replied,

"Why not?" He started to play with a few strands of my hair that had come loose and I was finding it increasingly difficult to keep a clear head,

"Because, because…" Damon leaned in so that his nose was practically touching mine,

"Exactly," then his lips joined with mine, sending an uninvited bolt of excitement right through me. The kiss started off soft but quickly turned hard and greedy. He had now moved so that he held me at the hips while my fingers knotted themselves into his silky, dark hair, keeping him to me. Our bodies pressed together in absolute bliss.

But all of a sudden it became too much and I twisted us round so that I had him against the wall as I pulled away. He looked at me, confused. Not a moment ago I had been more than willing.

"Damon, I said don't." His hands were still at my hips and mine in his hair, our positions hadn't changed and neither had his attitude, but I was confused. Damon's personality was so complex.

In the short space of time I had come to know him I had learned that he could go from murderous, to protective, to backing me up against a wall in the time it took to blink. He had proven to me that he was quite capable of hate but what about love?

There were two parts to me, the risky part that had kissed Damon and held him to me without a seconds thought and the logical part that had me thinking everything through, which was what stopped me now and made me hesitate. I didn't know what it was that Damon wanted and that scared me, what if all he wanted was to use me? I wouldn't put it past him.

I untangled myself from his gorgeous hair just as he reached up and wrapped his muscular arms around me. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and started to wriggle out of his grasp but he only tightened his grip on me. Uh oh!

"Damon would you please let me go?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Why should I?" His grin was a challenging one.

"Because there will be dire consequences if you don't." His grin grew wider.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

I tried to step back but he kept me in place, I wasn't going anywhere. He started to caress me with his lips, moving his kisses down my jaw, filling me with heat. I arched my head up and he nuzzled my neck, nipping playfully. I tried to pull my head back down but he wouldn't let me, I was stuck as he stroked any bit of bare skin that he could find all the while keeping his arms firmly locked around me.

The only thing that stopped him was the sound of footsteps and the look on Elena's face as she appeared in the door way, Stefan hot on her heels.