🥃🩸Damon Salvatore Imagines🩸🥃

Imagine: 6

POV: you're a contestant for the annual miss mystic falls pageant.
Warnings: none

Your POV:

"Caroline, why are you making me compete??"
You growl in a low voice, rolling your eyes afterwards.
She smiled her bright smile and began to fix the deep red dress you were wearing.
It was a lovely dress.
100% satin with a slit down the left leg.
You smoothed out the edges.
"The last time I was this dressed up was...never. Please don't make me do this."
You pout and she touches at your hair.
"(Y/n), you're a natural! You have gorgeous (h/c) hair and it brings out your eyes so well!! This dress looks amazing on you!"
You could hear the excitement bubbling out of her.
"I'll say."
You hear a deep raspy but smooth voice came from the door.
A very gorgeous man stood in its place. His bright  blue eyes sunk into yours. He stood tall, dressed in a suit and tie.
"Damon, ugh. What are you doing in here, get out!"
Caroline scolded him, hiding you from his view. He face was replaced by a smirk and he suddenly disappeared.
You heard distant whistling, echoing from the hallway. 
Your heart was racing after seeing such a person.
You felt a hot blush rise up In your cheeks as Caroline shook you to get your attention to her.
"Don't even think about it. Damon Salvatore is bad news!!!"
You couldn't help but to laugh at her anxiousness.
"Now sit still."
Her face relaxed as she swept on some very shiny lipgloss and fluffed your hair once more.
"Perfect."
She smiled brightly at you like she created a masterpiece and spun you around to your reflection.
You had to hide the gasp that just escaped your lips.
Your hand floated up to the end of your bouncy curls.
"Woah."
You whispered under your breath and your lips grew into a sweet smile.
"I know, right? Come on, I think they're about to start."
She looked at you once more and took your hand, leading you to the top of the stairs.
Your heart began to race again. You were super nervous, for you haven't done anything like this before.
"You got this."
She whispered, with a pat on your back and scurried off.
Elenas brother was your escort.
Jeremy was one of your closest friends and you were very excited to see him.
When they started calling people you seen Jeremy was no where to be found.
Your breaths got deeper and faster. You tried your best to calm yourself.

~~Jeremy? Really?? The one day I needed you the most, you snuck off to do drugs with Vicki again???! ~~

You were saddened at the thought that he ditched you.
Your eyes scanned the room again to no avail.
"Miss (Y/n) (y/l/n). Escorted by Mr. Jeremy Gilbert."
Your eyes caught on the handsome stranger from earlier as he rushed to your side.
"What are you doing?"
You whispered to him.
His hand connected with yours as he led you outside.
"I'm saving a damsel in distress."
The smirk returned.
The couples were lined up for the famous Miss Mystic Falls dance.
"I'm no damsel."
You peered up at him and he let out a small chuckle.
The music began smoothly and slow.
Your hand raised to his, barley apart.
Eyes flirting with one another, like how they were suppose to be.
You were really tense and he could easily sense it.
"Just relax."
His deep voice softened your movements. 
You slowly spun in a circle. Never parting your eyes from his.
You could sense the smirk appearing on his face which made you smile nervously.
Damon moves in even closer as his hand snaked around your waist gently. Your feet moved in sync with his in perfect harmony. It's like the whole world disappeared but him.
How could a stranger have such an impact on you?
How could he ease you like this?
Make you feel like this?
His hand brushed against your arm, sending chills throughout your body.
You could tell he was bad news. But he was the best kind.
The dance was closing to an end when you seen an out of breath Jeremy run up to Caroline from the corner of your eye.

~~He was suppose to have been dancing with me. He was suppose to be my escort. He was suppose to be MY best friend. He chose drugs and sex over me.~~

After finally being relaxed in Damon's embrace you can't stop your body from becoming stiff once more. You faked a smile and bowed proudly.
Before anyone could grasp onto your emotions, the music halted and your feet had a mind of their own.
They carried you off the patio and back into the  dressing room you came from earlier.
Now you were even more embarrassed. You left  in the middle of the pageant, you left Damon standing there. You didn't want to see another human ever again.
A tear streamed down your reddened cheek. Not because you were upset, but because you were so stressed out.
You plopped yourself onto the red leather sofa and cradled your head in the palms of your hands.
How. Embarrassing.
You ruined the whole thing! Caroline's gonna be so pissed.

"Yoohoo, Damsel?"
It was Damon calling outside the door.
"Naked or not I'm coming in."
He called from outside, making you roll your eyes.
The door was completely shut and locked. no way was he getting in.
Damon busted the door down.
It startled you, and your head shot up from gazing at the floor.
He stoped in his tracks and looked at you.
You quickly wiped the frustration from your face and replaced it with another fake smile.
"Gilbert is so dead."
Before you could even speak, Damon had already stormed out of the room. You were holding yourself back from following him. But you had to make sure he didn't murder Jeremy.
"What the hell, man?!!" You heard Jeremy scream at the top of his lungs making the whole room go quiet.
Damon was pinning him against the wall.
(Too bad it wasn't you ;))
You released a breath.
You snuck around others' gazes. He pushed him against the wall more forcefully.
"If you ever do anything like that ag-"
"Damon."
That was the first time you said his name aloud.
It made your heart stop.
The way each letter melted into your voice.
"Put him down."
You mouthed and he angrily released him.
Jeremy fell to the ground, quickly standing up.

And at that moment you had no idea where to go from there.

This one was a little shorter than the others. I hope you enjoyed it!! Much love 💖💖💖💖-M