In the next few months I have a lot of exams so updates probably won't be happening very quickly but I'll try my best.
I woke up to the sunlight leaking in through the cream curtains; caressing my skin. The soft sheets cocooning me in a bubble of warmth. Gentle fingers were slowly brushing against my cheek. In a dreamy haze my eyes fluttered open. In my sleepy state I mumbled a few unintelligible words. Suddenly a thin black leg coated in fine hair popped into my vision and that was when I realised it wasn't fingers on my cheek. In a dazed panic I jolted upright, shrieking loud enough to wake the dead, I shook my hair head sending the little spider flying and my hair whipped about like a storm. Damon was standing by the edge of my bed and his joyful laughter filled my whole room. Stefan came rushing in, (hey look at that, I did wake the dead) but as soon as he saw Damon laughing so hard he couldn't breathe, he turned and left; muttering to himself.
"You are such a jerk!" I yelled at the eldest Salvatore.
"I can't believe the big bad vampire's still scared of a little spider." He said between gasps, "Aww, come on RoRo, don't pout." He said smiling. When Damon called me by my old nickname a warm feeling spread in my chest and made me smile too.
I suddenly realised that underneath these sheets all I had on was my pinkie colour underwear. Confidence is key. I threw back the covers revealing my toned, slender body to him. I hopped out of my bed and wondered over to the dresser in the corner of the room; it was the first time I'd ever seen Damon Salvatore speechless. Smirking I turned to look at him and made a little twizzle motion with my finger. Damon held up his hands and turned around, "I wasn't looking at you anyway." He called.
"So why were you blushing?" I asked feigning innocence. I pulled off my panties and pulled a pair of Damon's boxers from the draw. They were Calvin Klein so I put them on before shimmying into my black skinnies from last night.
"I hate to break it to you but I'm dead, and dead guys don't blush."
As I pulled one of his many black t-shirts over my head I replied, "My ass must have resurrected you."
Laughing Damon turned around, he raised a questioning eyebrow. "Is that my shirt- is that my underwear?"
"Yup." I bent down and swiped up my panties then threw them at him, as he caught them I muttered pervert under my breath and left the room.
Damon's grin widened, "Whore." He replied, discarding my underwear into a corner.
We were sitting in the kitchen and I was nibbling at some toast, but I wasn't that kind of hungry. I didn't want the toast particularly. "So who's for breakfast?" I asked Damon hopefully. Unfortunately he just shook his head and retrieved a blood bag from the fridge before tossing it at me. I picked up the bag and crinkled my face in disgust, "You cannot be serious."
He shrugged as though he was helpless, "Unfortunately I am."
This wasn't on, blood bags were icky and this wasn't the kind of Damon I saw last night at the club. "Wow. Stefan's got you whipped." I was trying to hit a nerve, because if I was to stay in mystic falls I would NOT be giving up blood from the vein.
"Not Stefan, Elena."
I saw red. I got up from my kitchen stool so quickly that it almost broke, "The doppelgänger? Have 150 years not taught you anything?" I shouted; infuriated.
"She's different from Katherine!"
Maybe he was right; besides the least I could do was give her a chance because it would drive me mad if people were judging me just because I looked like some chick they didn't like. "I guess," I conceded, "I mean it's not like she's slept with Stefan right?" I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Then I saw the look on Damon's face and my smile, very suddenly became a frown. "… Right, Damon?"
I slammed the chair into the island so hard it shattered, "You're a dick!" I called as I stormed out.
When Matt answered the door the only thing he had on were his PJ bottoms, as my eyes drifted over his body I gently bit my lip. He was even hotter in the daylight "Hey, you here for your car?" He asked sleepily, he ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Can I come in?" I liked Matt, for some reason I felt drawn to him. Maybe it was because he knew what I was and he didn't act like an idiot. By that I mean he wasn't constantly threatening me with vervain and wooden stakes but at the same time he didn't pretend like I couldn't kill him in an instant.
After a seconds hesitation he nodded and stepped back, "Sure, come it." My body brushed against his as I stepped over the threshold.
The house was nice but it was small and falling to pieces. I perched on the kitchen table, "Sorry if I woke you up."
"Don't worry about it," Matt said as he began to pour himself a bowl of cereal. "So, what's up?"
"Do you live here alone?" I asked avoiding his question.
"Yeah." He sounded sad. I decided not to push the subject.
I didn't realise how hungry I was until now, I should have taken the damn blood bag. I could smell Matts blood gliding through his veins from here. My face was tight with concentration.
When Matt saw me he paused. "Hey, are you? Did you come here to drink my blood?" He said turning pale although his voice was tinged with anger.
I shook my head, "No, I didn't. I'm fine. Believe me if I wanted your blood I wouldn't have bothered with pleasantries"
"If you didn't come for your car and you didn't come for my blood then why did you come here?" He asked coldly. For some reason his coldness hurt me a bit, I told myself to stop being so pathetic and that it shouldn't matter what a stupid human thought of me. But it hurt nonetheless.
I shrugged, what was I supposed to say? Damon and I were lifelong friends and I was madly in love with him despite the fact he put spiders on my face as I slept? And no matter how hard I tried he only ever saw me as a friend. Not to mention he has a really specific type. All I said was, "It's a long story."
"I'm not in a rush."
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