Devil's Backbone » Stefan Salvatore

05

Poison
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❝ Nothing could kill me as you do. You're going straight to my head. ❞

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Damon led Delilah out to the dance floor into the large mob of dancing people. His hand rested on her waist, her right hand locked with his. The Salvatore had been on this Earth for a long, long time now, so he was able to learn a few dances himself along the way. He gazed upon her eyes, smiling at the young woman. Damon's alabaster form took the first step, leading them into a somewhat slow dance. He guided Delilah, picking up the fact that she wasn't one to get out of her comfort zone that much.

"Erm... I can't dance that well, if you haven't noticed yet," Delilah explained, taking her inner cheek in between her teeth.

"Really? Well, I beg to differ," Damon answered with a small grin.

"No, really. Believe me." Delilah gave him a sweet smile in return.

"We'll see how you do. You don't have to worry so much by the way," Damon told the anxious girl, letting her know it was alright to be shy and nervous around him. Honestly, he could care less about how great of a dancer she was. All he wished was to get to know her as they dance... To get a good insight into the new girl in his town.

"Just breathe, Delilah. Relax your muscles, loosen up, and let your body flow with the rhythm. Forget about everyone else. Let the rest of the world die away. It's just you and I right now." Delilah nodded at his words and inhaled in a breath, taking in his words one by one. Slowly, she began to figure out his movements, but still followed Damon's lead. Together, they moved in an elegant, Delilah's dark orbs locked with his handsome, stunning blue eyes. He sure had that captivating look. She couldn't help but get lost inside their gaze. She looked at him deeply, as if his eyes were the passage into his mind. 

"There you go," he commented with a small grin, causing a small hint of crimson to arise upon the girl's cheeks. "So, Delilah, tell me a little bit about you," Damon added with a smile, glancing down at her as the two moved along the floor slowly, getting comfortable with each other's presence every passing second.

"Hm. What would you like to know?" Delilah asked with a small raise of her eyebrow, her arms beginning to loosen from the dark-haired boy's neck as she got used to his steps. From the corner of her eye, she could tell Stefan kept his close eye on them. It still made her curious as to why he didn't seem to have much trust in his brother.

"Anything you'd wish to share with me."

"I came here with my aunt, I have a coffee fetish, I play the piano and I love poetry."

"Poetry, is that so? Who is your favorite poet"

"Yes, and I'm a huge sucker for Edgar Allan Poe. My all-time favorite work of his is The Raven. What about you? Who is Damon Salvatore?"

"Well, I like to sit on my couch, kick up my feet, and have a nice glass of bourbon," Damon answered abruptly. "There's not much about me. Get to know me and you'll find out more."

"Is that an offer of some sort?"

"If you'd wish to put it that way," a small smirk formed on his face. "An offer for friendship? Most likely. We'll see how this plays out."

When the song finally ended, Damon and Delilah ceased their dancing. He gave her a small bow, placing a sweet, soft kiss on her hand. "It was great meeting you, Delilah. I hope our paths find a way to cross some more. You are a lovely girl and a great dancer. Guess you could say that I told you so."

"Thank you." She glanced down with a small smile, the blush from earlier that evening didn't want to remain hidden any longer. When she lifted her head back up, Damon Salvatore was no one to be seen. Odd. Delilah could have sworn she blinked only once before he disappeared, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor in thought.

She wasn't one to judge, however. Maybe he had somewhere to be. But at this hour? Who knew at this point, so she decided to brush it off. She couldn't keep her mind off of the dance she shared with Damon. Everything seemed to have fit perfectly. 

"Delilah," a calm voice said, disrupting her peaceful thoughts. The girl glanced upwards and smiled as Stefan approached her.

"Hey, you," she answered. "Where'd Elena run off to? Or did you somehow manage to scare the poor girl away with your undeniable awkwardness?"

"She went with Bonnie and Caroline to go get drinks," Stefan began and furrowed his eyebrows. "Wow, really funny."

"You can't deny it."

"Right, right because you know everything."

"I sense sarcasm."

"You have all the right to."

"Sounds good. This may be off-topic, but Stefan, do you know where Damon scurried off to?"

"No, why?"

"After we danced, he sort of just... Vanished out of thin air," Delilah explained. "And very quick too, like in a split second he was there and then he was not."

"Damon vanishing? He likes to do that. Disappearing the popping up, usually with the worst timing ever. You'll just have to get used to it," Stefan said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Uh, would you like a drink yourself, Delilah?" he then added.

"I'd love one."

As the two headed back to where the three girls were, Stefan couldn't help but feel his stomach churn. Damon's "random disappearing acts," the new girl at school, and his deep, dark secret... Stefan Salvatore knew the bad things were waiting to happen and trouble would arise soon.