Chapter 2
Damon was feeling even thirstier than he was when he went into the cinema, the sky was growing dark now, and he needed to feed.
The girl who rejected him made his thirst più intense, her rejection made him want her even more; he wasn't going to give up until she was his.
He walked down a dark alley, a girl was walking through he stalked over to her like a predator preparing to pounce.
"You shouldn't be out da yourself at night, te never know what might be lurking in the shadows" Damon steeped in front of her with a smirk on his lips.
The girls brown hair swung inoltrare, avanti as she stopped quickly so she wouldn't fall into him, she smiled at him not believing her luck at meeting a man who looked like he should be a model.
"Thanks for the advice" she said, looking him up and down.
"You're not scared of me," Damon voice was entrancing as the girl's eyes followed his.
"I'm not scared of you" the girl repeated drowsily, compelled.
"Good, then this won't hurt a bit" Damon tilted her head and sunk his fangs into her neck, he felt himself getting stronger as he gained life essence but it wasn't as satisfying as usual, this wasn't the neck he wanted to drink from. He wanted the girl with the lapis lazuli eye's blood, he wanted to be drinking her sweet smelling temptation of blood but for now he had to settle for secondo best, which was the girl in his hands that was nearly drained now.
He drew back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the girl's body was limp in his arms, he checked her breathing, it was faint but at least he left her with one, Damon thought thinking he had done her a favour.
He laid her down against the wall, feeling guilty for a secondo before turning his emotions off, he couldn't take her to the Boarding House, Stefan was fed up with having to take Damon's 'friends' home.
She would regain consciousness soon, Damon thought as he walked away, not that he cared…
Elena tried to get her breathing back to normal before her Friends came back, she didn't want to ruin their night da telling them a stranger had tried to get her to come home with him.
She tried to reassure herself that she might never see him again, because it took a lot of effort to say no to him, she was angry at herself that she had forgot about Matt when she was staring into the man's deep eyes.
She was quiet for the rest of the film, while Bonnie cried over the sad ending all Elena could her was laughter playing over in her head, the contagious laughter that had grabbed her attention, his laughter.
When she got home, she collapsed onto her bed, kicking off her shoes and grabbing her diary, her pen hovered over the paper unsure of how to describe her feelings o the irresistible looks of a certain someone.
She just couldn't, she felt like Scrivere about him would be like cheating on Matt, so instead she just wrote,
Never go see romance films again
She closed and hid it, replacing her dress with a nightgown, she slipped into letto shutting her eyes and letting the darkness take over her.
The successivo three girls Damon drunk from had blond hair, but none had the exact shade he carved for.
He sent out a blast of Power probing minds until he found the one he had earlier familiarised himself with. He climbed a albero that overlooked her bedroom window, he could easily compel her to open the window and invite him in while she slept but instead he watched her.
She looked peaceful in her sleep, her face was relaxed, and her breathing was slow and deep compared to what it had been at the cinema. The animal inside Damon wanted to bite into her pale neck that was exposed da her low cut nightgown, but Damon didn't want to take her da force, he liked a challenge.
He watched her until the early hours of the morning too intrigued to take his eyes off her. Finally he left to plan his scheme to make her his, it was only a matter of time…
Elena shoved her diary into her over-the-shoulder bag, checking her reflection in the mirror; she was wearing tight jeans with a dark blue fitted top, adjusting her hair she left the house.
She walked towards the cemetery, it offered her what she needed, comfort. She couldn't understand herself, she thought she loved Matt, sure she had her doubts but she thought that was because he was più like a friend to her.
When she reached the cemetery she sat down opposite her parent's gravestones, pulling out her diary, she waited for the words to flow from her but nothing came.
"Writer's block?" her head whipped around, to see black designer jeans, she looked up to see him, how did she not hear him, again and why was he here?
He looked different in the sunlight, his feature were clear, più defined. "Uh, sort of" she detto closing her diary; she definitely wouldn't be able to write now.
"Need some inspiration?" his eyes shined, she didn't know whether he was flirting o being serious.
"I'll survive" she detto getting to her feet.
"Damon Salvatore" he detto extending his hand,
"Elena Gilbert" she detto placing her hand in his, a feeling of attraction flowing through her. Instead of shaking her hand he brought it up to his lips, and kissed it lightly, taking her breath away.
"Elena" he repeated, thankful for finally getting to know her name, "It's nice to meet you"
"We met before" Elena detto feeling cuore racing.
"Not properly, and saying as you're not Scrivere anymore, why don't we get to know each other a little better."
She could feel herself moving closer to him, unable to respond. He slowly placed his hand on her arm, pulling her into him, his lips only inches away, a smile forming on them. Then her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, pulling her out of her trance, she looked around her, confused.
She was about to baciare Damon when she already had a boyfriend, she hated herself for it. Damon wasn't impressed, he wanted to rip the phone from her pocket and kill whoever had interrupted them. Elena grabbed her phone looking for a distraction to lust she felt towards Damon.
It was a text message from Matt, Caroline's having a party tonight 8o'clock. See te there x
Damon glared down at the phone, another scheme forming in his head…
Damon was feeling even thirstier than he was when he went into the cinema, the sky was growing dark now, and he needed to feed.
The girl who rejected him made his thirst più intense, her rejection made him want her even more; he wasn't going to give up until she was his.
He walked down a dark alley, a girl was walking through he stalked over to her like a predator preparing to pounce.
"You shouldn't be out da yourself at night, te never know what might be lurking in the shadows" Damon steeped in front of her with a smirk on his lips.
The girls brown hair swung inoltrare, avanti as she stopped quickly so she wouldn't fall into him, she smiled at him not believing her luck at meeting a man who looked like he should be a model.
"Thanks for the advice" she said, looking him up and down.
"You're not scared of me," Damon voice was entrancing as the girl's eyes followed his.
"I'm not scared of you" the girl repeated drowsily, compelled.
"Good, then this won't hurt a bit" Damon tilted her head and sunk his fangs into her neck, he felt himself getting stronger as he gained life essence but it wasn't as satisfying as usual, this wasn't the neck he wanted to drink from. He wanted the girl with the lapis lazuli eye's blood, he wanted to be drinking her sweet smelling temptation of blood but for now he had to settle for secondo best, which was the girl in his hands that was nearly drained now.
He drew back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the girl's body was limp in his arms, he checked her breathing, it was faint but at least he left her with one, Damon thought thinking he had done her a favour.
He laid her down against the wall, feeling guilty for a secondo before turning his emotions off, he couldn't take her to the Boarding House, Stefan was fed up with having to take Damon's 'friends' home.
She would regain consciousness soon, Damon thought as he walked away, not that he cared…
Elena tried to get her breathing back to normal before her Friends came back, she didn't want to ruin their night da telling them a stranger had tried to get her to come home with him.
She tried to reassure herself that she might never see him again, because it took a lot of effort to say no to him, she was angry at herself that she had forgot about Matt when she was staring into the man's deep eyes.
She was quiet for the rest of the film, while Bonnie cried over the sad ending all Elena could her was laughter playing over in her head, the contagious laughter that had grabbed her attention, his laughter.
When she got home, she collapsed onto her bed, kicking off her shoes and grabbing her diary, her pen hovered over the paper unsure of how to describe her feelings o the irresistible looks of a certain someone.
She just couldn't, she felt like Scrivere about him would be like cheating on Matt, so instead she just wrote,
Never go see romance films again
She closed and hid it, replacing her dress with a nightgown, she slipped into letto shutting her eyes and letting the darkness take over her.
The successivo three girls Damon drunk from had blond hair, but none had the exact shade he carved for.
He sent out a blast of Power probing minds until he found the one he had earlier familiarised himself with. He climbed a albero that overlooked her bedroom window, he could easily compel her to open the window and invite him in while she slept but instead he watched her.
She looked peaceful in her sleep, her face was relaxed, and her breathing was slow and deep compared to what it had been at the cinema. The animal inside Damon wanted to bite into her pale neck that was exposed da her low cut nightgown, but Damon didn't want to take her da force, he liked a challenge.
He watched her until the early hours of the morning too intrigued to take his eyes off her. Finally he left to plan his scheme to make her his, it was only a matter of time…
Elena shoved her diary into her over-the-shoulder bag, checking her reflection in the mirror; she was wearing tight jeans with a dark blue fitted top, adjusting her hair she left the house.
She walked towards the cemetery, it offered her what she needed, comfort. She couldn't understand herself, she thought she loved Matt, sure she had her doubts but she thought that was because he was più like a friend to her.
When she reached the cemetery she sat down opposite her parent's gravestones, pulling out her diary, she waited for the words to flow from her but nothing came.
"Writer's block?" her head whipped around, to see black designer jeans, she looked up to see him, how did she not hear him, again and why was he here?
He looked different in the sunlight, his feature were clear, più defined. "Uh, sort of" she detto closing her diary; she definitely wouldn't be able to write now.
"Need some inspiration?" his eyes shined, she didn't know whether he was flirting o being serious.
"I'll survive" she detto getting to her feet.
"Damon Salvatore" he detto extending his hand,
"Elena Gilbert" she detto placing her hand in his, a feeling of attraction flowing through her. Instead of shaking her hand he brought it up to his lips, and kissed it lightly, taking her breath away.
"Elena" he repeated, thankful for finally getting to know her name, "It's nice to meet you"
"We met before" Elena detto feeling cuore racing.
"Not properly, and saying as you're not Scrivere anymore, why don't we get to know each other a little better."
She could feel herself moving closer to him, unable to respond. He slowly placed his hand on her arm, pulling her into him, his lips only inches away, a smile forming on them. Then her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, pulling her out of her trance, she looked around her, confused.
She was about to baciare Damon when she already had a boyfriend, she hated herself for it. Damon wasn't impressed, he wanted to rip the phone from her pocket and kill whoever had interrupted them. Elena grabbed her phone looking for a distraction to lust she felt towards Damon.
It was a text message from Matt, Caroline's having a party tonight 8o'clock. See te there x
Damon glared down at the phone, another scheme forming in his head…
Tyler followed Matt into the men’s restroom. He first checked if no one else was there and then grabbed Matt’s arm.
“What the hell is your problem?” Matt asked surprised.
“I can ask te the same question” Tyler hissed.
“I don’t get it” Matt detto confused.
“You need to knock it off” Tyler said. “Caroline doesn’t want te anymore, so te can stop with the annoying taxes”
“What taxes? Tyler, I have no idea what you’re talking about” Matt said.
Tyler pulled out his phone and showed Matt the tax he just got.
“Dude, that’s not even my number” Matt said.
“I know it’s hard to see me and Caroline together, but recitazione like a jealous ex-boyfriend isn’t going to put te back in her good books. So I think it’s best for both of us if te would just knock it off” Tyler threatened. He let go of Matt and left the restroom, leaving Matt dumbfounded.
“What the hell is your problem?” Matt asked surprised.
“I can ask te the same question” Tyler hissed.
“I don’t get it” Matt detto confused.
“You need to knock it off” Tyler said. “Caroline doesn’t want te anymore, so te can stop with the annoying taxes”
“What taxes? Tyler, I have no idea what you’re talking about” Matt said.
Tyler pulled out his phone and showed Matt the tax he just got.
“Dude, that’s not even my number” Matt said.
“I know it’s hard to see me and Caroline together, but recitazione like a jealous ex-boyfriend isn’t going to put te back in her good books. So I think it’s best for both of us if te would just knock it off” Tyler threatened. He let go of Matt and left the restroom, leaving Matt dumbfounded.
On February 11, 2013, The CW renewed "The Vampire Diaries" for a fifth season.
