Blood

Damon again

I was in my backyard right now, shirtless, as I kept punching the sandbag using a wooden stick. I was supposed to meet the older Salvatore, but I didn't since I don't trust being alone with him. Stefan was probably with Elena or at school having football practise since they would play tonight. I stopped hitting when I felt someone behind me. I held the wooden stick tighter and turned around, ready to swing it, but stopped myself once I saw Damon standing close with an amused face. "Shit, what are you doing here?" I asked him annoyedly as I walked over to the tables, turned my back on him, and gulped down the water. I felt Damon eyeing me from head to toe, which made me feel uncomfortable. "You had a tattoo; it looked hot on you. I never thought you were the tattoo type," he whistled as he walked over to stand by my side. "Cut the bullshit; I know why you're here. Just tell me here what you want to say." I said to him, ignoring his remark.

He narrowed his eyes at that. "It's good that you knew; it saved my work from having to pick you up, princess," he said sarcastically. "What if someone accidentally heard our conversation hmmm? We can talk inside your house." He suggested. I glanced at him before chuckling, which confused the other man. "No can do. I know you need my permission to enter the house. Who knows, you probably would kill me in my sleep, aye," I said, smirking at him. Suddenly, he closed the distance between us as he clasped my throat, not too tight but just enough for me to breathe. "See, Alec, you're smart as ever. " noticed every little detail, hmmm," he whispered to my face as he gazed into my eyes. "Has anyone said you looked beautiful, Alec," he purred. It gave me goosebumps.

hearing that. Damon is attractive, I admit, despite his asshole character. "Don't try to change the subject; tell me what else I should know about vampires," I said, trying to keep my voice cold. "Why should I?" He said as he moved his hand that was on my throat to my waist and tightened the grip as our bodies practically glued to each other. I've already put on clothes. I put my hand on his chest as I leaned back to put some distance between us.

"Not telling? Fine then. I could ask Stefan about that, and the problem would settle. So I suggest you go away." I said as I felt his hold loosen on my waist. Then he suddenly grasped my hand, and I felt him removing my rings from my finger. "You! What the hell are you doing?! Give it back!" I exclaimed at him as I tried to snatch it back, but I stopped when his face came close to mine, nose touching. He looked me directly in the eyes. I realised what he was trying to do. I don't struggle since I know it won't work. But he looked like he was struggling due to his eyes kept changing to black and blue. At last, I finally heard him say, "Kiss me," as his pupil dilated. I was dumbfounded to hear that. Before his lips could touch mine, I slapped him hard on the face. "What the fuck was that?!" I asked, enraged at his shameless behaviour. My face was all red due to anger." He touched the side of his cheek where I slapped him before glancing at me. "Your ring was not the reason then. You just can't be compelled," he stated. "This ring blocked your scent from us, vampire." he continued with an intrigued face as he looked at me.

I snatched the ring and put it where it used to be. "Don't pull out the ring no matter what, in case some vampires, especially Stefan, lose control of themselves smelling your scent," he said with a shit-eating grin. "Well, thank you for stating the obvious." I rolled my eyes at him. He then started to walk away and looked at me with an emotion I had never seen on his face. It's soon replaced with his usual smirking face, and he winks at me before disappearing. Vamp speed, I guess.

I was on my way to the football games, and it was full of people and loud. Well, what do you expect? Anyway, as I was about to find Elena and the others, I saw Stefan, Lockwood, and Elena's brother fighting. It was more like Stefan tried to stop the fighting. Then, I saw the younger Gilbert about to swing the shattered glass bottle at Tyler, and being the stupid person I am, I ran to shove him on the way, and my hands got cut with the glass instead. Matt pushed Tyler back, and I saw Elena run over to her brother to check on him. I looked at my hand; the cut was deep, so it'll take a while to heal on its own. I looked sideways to see Stefan stiffening and avoiding looking at me.