🥃🩸Damon Salvatore Imagines🩸🥃

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Imagine: you're new to mystic falls.
Warnings: may contain graphic descriptions.

Your POV:

You just woke up from another nightmare.
Still tossing and turning in your satin, now wrinkled sheets. Your deep breaths echo throughout the walls of your room.
A slight chill to the air tonight, You tuck your toes beneath the cover, where they somehow escaped.
You give a simple, subtle sigh and stare at the boring white ceiling in front of you.
You've had trouble sleeping ever since your family moved to mystic falls a month ago. An older brother (20) and your mom. You're in your second semester of senior year and you're currently on spring break. You never got the chance to explore yet, around this small town, and that's what you plan on doing tomorrow. You heard a crash outside and jumped out of your sheets, gasping. You run to your window and try to find the source of the interruption. Your panting lasted for a minute until your whole body relaxed and you were instantly calm. You had no idea how that happened but it was nice. You laid back down and fell asleep peacefully.

Ringgg ringgggg ringgggggggg

The annoying sound of your alarm clock startled you awake. You texted your new friend, Elena and she was more than happy to show you around.
You grabbed your black ripped up skinny jeans, a red top and your leather jacket, which was oddly popular in this town.
You let down your long (y/h/c) hair and gave it a brush, and swiped on some mascara.
You remembered the necklace Elena gave you last week and decided to wear that as well.
You looked in the mirror once more before trotting downstairs.
"And the monster has arisen." Your brother, Brandon called out to you, throwing a piece of toast at your head.
You dodged it and rolled your eyes.
"Bran, ya mind?"
You moved your hair to the side, checking for crumbs. He just laughed at your annoyance and crunched down on another piece of the charred bread.
You shook your head and went out the door, stumbling on the steps because you were so damn clumsy. You were laying on the semi muddy ground when you heard pride filled laughing from above you.
"You do realize how stairs work, right?"
You sighed In defeat and you were not dealing with this today.
You gave a simple "mmhm" and went to push yourself up, arms were around your waist helping you stand and you immediately shook them off. "Don't touch me, I'm fine."
You were still turned away from this person, but you could literally feel the smirk plastered onto their face.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
There was a lack of sarcasm in that statement.
Annoyed even note, You wiped the dirt off your elbow and turned to face him.
"And how would I know tha-"
The most piercing set of blue eyes locked with yours. Dark hair, pale skin and of course a smirk.
He was about a foot taller than you and you don't know if you were charmed or intimidated by his presence.
"You just gonna keep staring?"
There was a slight laugh with that comment and you blushed. You blushed more knowing that you were blushing, and it was now the most awkward moment in your lifetime, which says A LOT.
"Maybe I will" you hid the insecurities for a moment and looked down at your phone.
Elena texted you wondering if you're still coming.
You sighed again.
"I gotta go, my friend was wanting to show me a-"
"Elena? Yeah, she told me to come get you."
You looked the strange man up and down, and then back at your phone.
"I don't even know who you are."
You got a little defensive towards him and stepped away.
He kinda laughed and shook his head, then extending his hand in a very dramatic way.
"I'm Damon Salvatore, pleasure."
His eyes yet again connected with yours and you just giggled holding your hand out as well. "(Y/n)"
He took it and raised it to his lips, giving a small peck.
"Why do I have a feeling you're like a Ted Bundy of our century?"
You gave a small smile, trying not to laugh.
"How about...many centuries?"
He commented back, leading you to his very vintage blue car. You knew it was a bad idea, but you were strangely charmed by him.
He opened the door for you which tipped you off even more.
The engine starts up and soon enough your driving down the road.
"Put your seatbelt on."
You laughed at his instructions and continued looking out the window.
"You put your seatbelt on, Mr Bundy."
You rolled your eyes at him and made sure he seen.
Elena was wanting to meet you at the mystic grill, and judging on the direction he was going, he knew too.
Which was a good sign he may not be a serial killer.
You still had your doubts.
Damon kept looking over at you.
"What's your problem?"
You kinda laughed at this as he still had a confused look on his face, not saying anything.
Then you were confused as well and gave him that (what the heck are you doing) look.
"Your necklace."
He stated, still staring at it and you.
You looked down and gently picked it up, twirling it in your hand.
"What about my-"
Your gaze left him and shot to the road.
Someone was standing right in the middle of it.
"Damon!"
You screamed and closed your eyes tight as he attempted to swerve out of the way.
Instead of hitting the object, the car rolled onto its top and then kept rolling over a hill. You felt glass break and surround you, falling in different directions as the car moved, cutting your skin, then black.
You woke up and you were laying outside of the vehicle, something impaled in your stomach and glass all over your body. It was excruciating and you couldn't take in a breath from the blood coming out of your lungs.
You coughed up some more and fear radiated through your body.
You didn't want to die. Not like this. Not here, and definitely not alone.
Your eyes were glued to the sky and you felt a hot tear escape them.
This was it.
Your hand was searching for something to grab to or to hold.
You weren't expecting another hand to slip into yours.
"Hey, (y/n)..look at me."
Your blurry vision was fading in and out and you didn't see much.
"Damon?-" you coughed, and tried to inhale something other than blood"
"Don't say anything."
He bit into his wrist and placed it to your mouth, holding your head up.

Damon's POV:

Elena is going to kill me. Like seriously kill me.
The car made its way to a stop after rolling 20 times and (y/n) wasn't in it.
Panic looks like that.
Usually I wouldn't give a shit about someone. But there's something about her. Not to mention that ELENA IS GOING TO KILL ME.
I can't let another one of her friends die.
Cuts healed immediately and I had no problem getting out of the car.
My car...no.
It was smashed to pieces. It didn't even look like a car at all.
Noo.
Alright Damon. Stop being your dick self.
(Y/n)..

How far could this human have went..
What if she already died? There's nothing I can do about that!
"(Y/n)!"
I yelled her name like 30 times and got no response. And that's not really good. I found her on a soft hill ledge and she was almost dead.
She looked absolutely terrified and it made me feel really bad. It made ME feel bad.
I've been there a couple of times hundreds of years ago but it still sucked.
She was moving her hand around, looking like she was trying to find something. I placed my hand in hers and gave it a small squeeze.
Her eyes kept fluttering shut.
"(Y/n), look at me."
She did her best but it didn't last long.
"Damon-"
She started to cough up blood and was on the edge of death.
"Shh, dont say anything."
There was a stick or something impaled into her stomach. I quickly jerked it out.
I bit into my wrist and lifted her head, placing it to her mouth. I knew she didn't have long.
Why the hell do I always get into these situations.
I blame Elena.
She still had hold of my hand and I never thought of moving it.
She regained consciousness and I helped her sit up.
Her face grew into shock.
I moved closer to her body and locked eyes.
"You will not remember this. We got into a small car accident and you had a few scrapes, we took a bus to the mystic grill."
She still looked terrified and confused.
Her necklace. Duh.
I went to undo her necklace and she jumped.
"You're fine."
I got it undone and repeated myself.
Her body relaxed and I helped her up.
"Here's your necklace."
I dropped it around her neck and clasped it earning a smile from her. Strange.
"Thank you."
I nodded and helped her out of the grass bank.
Shoot we're going to have to take the damn bus.

We waited at the bus stop and finally one pulled up. I guided her on and we sat there and refused to acknowledge the odd bus people.
Who brings a pet chicken on the bus? Like seriously? For one of her first days at mystic falls. She's having a pretty crappy one.
I still blame Elena.
Thanking the bus driver, (y/n) joyfully got off the bus.
This girl is so weird.
"Come on."
I called to her and tugged at her dirty, ripped jacket.
"Maybe you'd like to take that off before going in?"
I gestured to her jacket.
She examined it and noticed all of the holes and got a frown, then replaced it with a smirk. She started sliding off her jacket, and stepped closer to me with a mischievous look in her eye.
"You know, if that was a way of getting me out of my clothes...you coulda just asked." She gave a wink.
My eyes widened in shock, what was up with this one.
(Y/n) one, Damon zero.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this! This is kinda like a "pilot" chapter. I tried! And will get another one soon! :)