Damon

Chapter 5

Dark.

Damon was dark.

His face, his hair, his clothes, his aura. All dark.

He is darkness himself.

Evil.

He's evil.

I can't stop thinking of his smile and the way he makes fear creep into me. How terrified I get when he's around. A fear that I'm scared to feel again.

I fear fear.

But I also can't help but think about the way his lips feel on my neck. Like troubles don't exist. Like he is all that I need. And his fingers tracing my waist and back. He feels like an angel.

Or more like a dark angel. A fallen angel.

"Grace?" I snap back to real life noticing Jacob standing in front of me looking concerned.

"Huh?" I don't really want to be around anybody right now. I rather be alone with my thoughts about Damon. But I'm at school so I have to deal with people for the time being.

"Are you okay babe? You haven't said anything." Jacob asks, both him and Jen staring at me in confusion.

"Yeah, you seem to think looking at the floor for the last ten minutes is more interesting than us." Jen tells me bothered.

"Sorry, just a lot on my mind." I state hoping for them to leave me alone.

"I'm sure you can tell us whatever that is." Jen continued.

I stay quiet not wanting to talk to them. I just continue to stare at the floor thinking about the fictional person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Jen has just had it with me and frankly, I don't care. I can see her roll her eyes from the corner of my eye and start walking away. Good. Jacob, obviously uncomfortable, doesn't say a word and pretends to look at something on his phone. We're still not on the best terms since the incident last time he was over my house.

Damon isn't even real yet he's taking over my whole mind. How is it that the same person can show up in my dream multiple times? It doesn't make sense. And I don't know if I want him to keep showing up or not. How does something scare me as much as it excites me?

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I'm searching through Netflix with nothing to find. Mom and Melina are out and I have the house to myself for a few hours. But boredom has struck and I can't even find anything to watch.

My boredom is saved when the doorbell rings. I get off the couch and walk towards the door, running my fingers through my hair to fix the mess. I open it to reveal Jacob holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi Grace. I thought I'd stop by and apologize. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." I tell him as I let him in and go get a vase for the flowers.

I grab an old vase and start filling it with water when Jacob starts to speak. "So I uh wanted to say I'm sorry for how I acted. I'll be more patient with you if that's what you need. I noticed earlier that you were kind of out of it and not speaking much and I assume that's because of me and I hate that I made you feel a way. I am truly sorry. I just want things to go back to normal because I love you and I don't like when we fight."

"I don't either." I state as I take the flowers from him and place them in the vase on the counter. "You want to hang with me? I'm getting kind of lonely and bored being home alone."

"Yeah sure, I'd like that." I lead him to the couch and we both plop down. I don't know what to say as he just stares at me.

As I'm trying to think of anything to talk about he leans forward and starts kissing me. I kiss him back, a feeling that I've missed. His tongue enters my mouth and I grab onto the back of his neck. His hand travels to the bottom of my back and he pushes onto me. I bring my legs to wrap around his waist. I am loving every minute of this.

We've been like this for about five minutes until Damon starts pulling up at my shirt. Wait Damon? I mean Jacob. I let him lift my shirt over my head and his hand goes to my back. I feel the spark of excitement in me grow bigger. His big hands massage my back as heat radiates from our bodies. "I love you D-Jacob." Fuck. I almost said Damon.

"I love you too Grace." Thank God he didn't notice my fuck up. Jacob stops for a bit to pull his shirt over his head as I look at a blurry face. It's not Jacob anymore, It's Damon. But I don't care. I pull his head down to continue kissing me. I open my eyes to make sure that it really is Jacob I'm kissing and not Damon and in a relief, it is. Jacob reaches behind me to try to unclasp my bra. After a bit of a struggle he finally does and we let my bra just linger on me for a bit. I open my eyes for a second time to see a mop of black hair covering his face. It's Damon. Not Jacob. He's enjoying himself as he rubs his hands all over my back and moving his tongue all over my mouth. This can't happen. I can't keep letting Damon in. I scream and push him off causing me to roll off the couch.

"What the fuck Grace!" I look up at an angry looking Jacob. Oh. "You act like you want me and then you do this shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? "His eyebrows hover over his eyes in confusion and anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No fuck your 'sorry'," he interrupts. "What are you doing? Trying to tease me? Trying to get me worked up and then be all like 'never mind?' This is the second time you've done this Grace and I'm not going to take it. If you're not ready I get that but don't be a bitch and act like you want it and then stop. That's not right. You don't do that!"He starts putting his shirt on.

By now tears are streaming down my face. I can't even explain anything to him. He has a right to feel angry right now. I just don't want him angry with me. All I can say is sorry.

"I'm tired of you acting like you want to have sex just to lead me on." He continues. "I'm tired of being in a relationship that has no sex at all. I'm trying to be patient with you but it's hard. Talk to me when you decide what you want." He gives me one last look then walks out the front door.

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I'm on a subway. I'm holding onto a pole as the subway is speeding. It's going faster than it should causing me to tighten my grip so I don't fall. There is nobody else on. I try to look through the window but all I see is black. What is going on? Where am I going? The subway starts moving faster and I start to panic. I'm holding onto the pole as tight as I can because I'm scare I'm going to fall over. I feel it going faster and faster as I scream.

I hear chuckling and what do you know. I look up to see the infamous Damon. He is standing there, laughing at my panic state. He's not even holding onto anything. The speed of the subway not affecting his stance. That's because he has full control.

"Damon!" I yell at him. "Stop this please!"

"Nah, I don't think so."

Motherfucker.

The sound of the subway running on the tracks is so loud and making me freak out even more. My heart feels like it is going to pop out and my knuckles are throbbing from how tight my hold is on this pole. "Please! I'm scared okay? Slow this down I'm begging you!" I plead with him. I close my eyes hoping for all this to be over but It's not much help. I need Damon for help.

"Okay, I will." He says calmly.

I look up at him in hope. "Thank you so much!"

"Only.."

Huh?

"Only what?"

"Only.. if you kiss me." He smirks.