The Beginning | Damon Salvatore #1

Chapter 2

"Not lying this time, I think," Elena said, swaying with uncertainty.

Damon uncrossed his legs and crossed the opposite leg over again, "And how do you know about vampires?"

Alexandra sighed heavily, "I don't want to talk about this right now. I've known for over a year and I have my reasons. The one who did this to me has done this before and will probably do it again and it's none of your business. If he wanted you to disappear, he would've already made it clear to you, but he hasn't. It doesn't matter."

Damon leaned forward, "Fine. What's his name?"

"Elias," Alexandra said, being forced by her mind to give in to the blue in Damon's eyes. He smirked at her, sending her into an enraged frenzy as she sat there.

"Who is he?" Stefan asked, furrowing his eyebrows and almost chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

"A very old, very power-hungry vampire from Alaska. Rumor has it: he's an original, an alpha," Alexandra said, trying to get out as much as she could with as little detail as she could to give her time to escape.

"That's impossible; the only originals came from Europe," Elena stated, crossing her arms, her face warped in concern.

"Not necessarily. Your line of vampires came from Europe, but not all vampires originated from the same family." Alexandra's palms began to sweat as the time ticked by on the grandfather clock in the corner. Her heart pounded with it's tick.

"You don't have to tell us how you know about this oldie vamp, but we need to know what he wants so we know to steer clear if it has something to do with us," Damon said calmly. His eyes studied the girl. He couldn't help but think again about how much she looked like Elena and Katherine. It was uncanny but not an exact match to them. Something about her made him nervous.

"If I tell you it doesn't have anything to do with you, I don't have to tell you what he wants," she shrugged smartly. Her eyes, still locked with Damon's, never wavered. Pain may have lingered behind her eyes, but she wasn't giving up anything else.

"I guess that's all that really matters then, isn't it?" Damon uttered. There was silence for a moment as they all studied each other. Really, Elena and Stefan studied the other two who studied each other the most.

"Please let me go," Alexandra finally said, letting down her guard enough to show that she was scared and wanted to get as far away as possible.

"I don't think we can do that since you are dying to kill us," Damon said, smiling.

"And where am I supposed to stay? With you? How well do you think that's going to end?" Her eyes widened with frustration, her heart pounding harder—if that was possible.

"Yes, with us. We have an extra room you will be staying in until we know you aren't a threat to our undeadness," Damon said in a cold voice.

"How do you know I won't try to kill you while you sleep?" Alexandra spat as if she was already planning on it.

"I'm a light sleeper," he argued. "I also have a key to all of the doors in this house." His condescending grin sent her over the edge. Alexandra stood to her feet, reaching for another hidden knife in her belt. It wouldn't do much, but it would give her a chance to run away, but once again, as soon as the sound of the blade came from her belt, it was ripped from her hand by Elena. She now held both of Alexandra's knives. If she didn't get those back, she would have to apologize to Dean for losing them. She had to call them. She had to tell them she was alright.

"How many more knives do you have exactly?" Damon asked as he stood closer to her.

"None anywhere you want to know about," she said, thinking of the knife hidden in her bra strap. Women have cooler holsters.

Damon's eyebrows went up along with the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but be intrigued by what she meant by that but kept it to himself. Alexandra, on the other hand, scolded him with her face and shook her head, "Not there, you idiot."

"If I'm staying here with you vamps, I need to know I'm safe," she said in a meek tone, avoiding Damon's eyes to also avoid intimacy with him or any of them. Getting close to them would only hurt her more when she had to kill them or let Sam and Dean kill them. She couldn't be attached to anyone else.

Damon and Stefan shared a moment's look before Damon spoke for the group again.

"We won't hurt you unless you try to hurt us. We don't feed on people anymore. It only hurt the ones we cared about. Squirrel is what we eat now, for the most part. Human blood bags are a last resort for healing and such, but let me tell you, that squirrel is not that great."

Alexandra knew what he was doing: downplaying the whole situation to hide his feelings while also telling the truth. She had done it for far too long.

"Alexandra, we will not hurt you under any circumstances," Stefan said, intently looking at Damon for a second, who rolled his eyes.

Alexandra took in a breath. Her eyes stung from tears that were threatening her lash line and her thoughts raced around in circles, trying to understand everything that has happened within the past few hours. She wouldn't be able to trust these vampires, but she would have to stay with them until they let her go. She had to figure out a way to gain their trust. A tear spilled onto her cheek as she looked back up at Damon.

"You can call me Alex."

~

The light in the halls grew dimmer and dimmer, it seemed, and the halls shortened and squeezed in on Alex as Damon drug her to the room he said was hers.

"Here is your room," Damon said as he shoved Alex through the door.

"You don't have to vamp-handle me," she grunted, adjusting her jacket as she glared at him in the doorway.

"Elena is getting you a change of clothes, and tomorrow, I will show you where the laundry room is," he smirked, leaning against the door frame.

Alex muttered a thank you while crossing her arms, looking Damon up and down, unsure of how to feel about their slight generosity. Her skin crawled with disdain behind the confusion, remembering the still, white faces of her family and the evil look in Elias's eyes as he drained more blood from her mother's limp neck. A shiver went down her spine.

"Don't get any ideas while you're alone. I'll be back in a flash," Damon smiled, leaving in a gust of wind and the slam of the door, which was—Alex ran to the door to turn the knob—locked. Crap, she thought.

While she was alone, Alex pulled her phone from her pocket, which Damon had idiotically given back to her—to test her—and dialed Dean's number, who answered almost immediately.

"Alex, where the hell are you?" Dean yelled.

"Language, please," Alex grumbled. "Long story short: Elias found me when I was out, left me in the woods, and I was ironically saved by some vamps who suck on squirrels, and now, I'm stuck in a really nice room waiting on one of them to bring me clothes to change into. They won't let me leave until they can trust me."

Alex heard a thump, which she deduced to Dean's fist hitting the steering wheel of the Impala. "I'm coming to get you."

"No, you'll only get you both killed and I can't lose any more people, okay? I will keep you posted, I promise; just lay low for now please," Alex nearly begged. Sam and Dean were like brothers to her and she knew they would do anything for her, but she couldn't let anyone else die because of whatever was so valuable about her. She would die before letting them risk themselves for her.

"Fine. I'll be texting you every hour to make sure you're alright," Dean huffed. There was a small silence between them, bringing tears to Alex's eyes.

"I love you, Alex," Dean said lowly. Her heart stopped. He never told anyone that, even Sam. She didn't understand how he meant it—little sister 'I love you' or something entirely different. Before she could know the answer or respond, there was a click. Silence filled the room and the ears of the vampire listening at the door.