Blood and Bourbon

6

Damon kept his arm around my shoulders as we left the bookstore. I bought some romantic fiction book, the first I'll read since Edward left me, despite the critical loom Damon shot my way when I took it up to the counter. Damon bought some old, dusty looking book. It must be a grimoire or whatever he called it.
We were strolling through town, and Damon kept making stupid comments about the people who passed us, and I couldn't but laugh with every description.
He leaned into my ear and used the arm that was wrapped over my shoulder to point at a hipster guy with a man bun and tight jeans. "That guy is either a complete loser who lives in his parents basement, or a complete loser who has too many cats." I laughed, "why do you think he's such a loser?"
Damon shot me a blank look. "No one with an ounce of self respect would wear a man bun."

We continued this all the way to the beach, seeing a "sex starved prostitute," a "dickless middle-aged, creep who probably cheats on his wife with cheap hookers" and two "homophobic jocks who get turned on by Calvin Klein ads," on the way there. I couldn't help but think that anyone looking in on us during that moment, as Damon held me against him and whispered in my ear, and as I threw my head back to laugh, would see a couple, and not a couple of bar buddies.
Once we made it to the beach, Damon ducked into a liquor store and got us a bottle of some whiskey he claimed was the best we'd find in town. It didn't tase any different to me, but I'm not here to turn down free alcohol.
We ignored the fact that we were both head to toe in black, and plopped down into the sand. I tensed, suddenly realizing that Damon was laying so close that his side,was pressed against mine, but I could help the smile that jumped onto my face when me put his arm around me again, pulling me in closer. Accepting the fact that we were cuddling on the beach now, I scooted closer anf wrapped my arm around his waist, getting comfortable.
We sat in that position, enjoying the bottle until the sun went down, both of us relaxing into the comfortable silence, listening only to the gentle crash of the waves for hours that felt like minutes.
Once it was dark outside, I left out a yawn and turned to face the gorgeous hunk of man I had become so close to since moving to Florida. "Damon?" I whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet for the first time since we got to the beach.
He turned his head away from the sky to meet my eyes. "Yeah?" He whispered back.
"Tell me about your past, you never talk about it." I felt his chest rise with a deep breath, and watched his eyes drift back towards the sky. I looked up at him, and saw the light smattering of stars reflecting in his eyes.
"What do you want to know?"
"Ummm, what's your family like?" This is something I'd been thinking about for awhile. I'd never hung out with someone for so long without knowing anything about his family, and he practically knew my entire family tree by now.
"I had a shit father. He was never pleased with anything I did. And my mother, well, she wasn't always bad, but I wouldn't say we got along, and they're both dead now."
I sat up onto my elbow so I could get a good look at his face. He smiled a small smile at me. "Oh ny god, Damon. No wonder you don't talk about you'd family. Is that the only family you have?" At this, the smile fell from his lips and he looked back up at the dark sky.
I saw him swallow, knowing I'd struck a chord with this one. "I have a brother, back in Mystic Falls-"
"Mystic Falls? You come from a place called Mystic Falls?"
"Yeah, whatever you come from a place called Forks. Do you wanna know or not?" I let a small giggle escape and layed my head back on his chest. I guess he had a point.
"Anyway, I have a younger brother named Stefan back home in Virginia. We haven't always been close, but right now we aren't really speaking to each other. Or at least I'm doing my best not to speak to him."
"Is that why you're in Florida?" I asked, peering up into his blue eyes, that were dark and swimming with clouds right now. And that's the last thing I remeber from that night, before sneaking into my bedroom window and climbing into bed at 2:45 in the morning.