Damon looked at me flashing his smile "So are you still hungry?" he asked.
"Uh..yeah." I said trying to get my breathing back to normal. "I was just about to make something, would you like anything?"
"No, thanks, I 'll catch something later." he said grinning.
"Okay, are you gonna stay for a while?" I asked trying not to sound too desperate.
"If you'd like that, Sophie." he said watching me prepare dinner.
I got butterflies in my stomach when he said my name, his voice was so...velvety.
"So tell me a bit about yourself." he said smiling, that easy, natural grin.
"It's not that interesting." I muttered, preparing my grilled cheese sandwich.
"I'm sure it is." he said, he looked at me and smiled a dazzling smile , all his teeth were perfectly straight and gleaming white, it made me shiver, he was so perfect.
I took a deep breath, "Well my mother left when I was a few months old, and my Dad remarried when I was five, I have a half brother called Ross, who's six years old, my Dad got a divorce two years ago and his ex- wife, Holly took Ross to New York with her and now he's in jail for drink driving." I said quickly and expressionatley.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Do you miss you Father?" he asked curiously.
"Uh..no, not really, we never really got along anyway, I was the one who called the cops." I said guiltily, wondering how horrible I must sound getting my own father put in prison, but like I said we were never close anyway.
He didn't look surprised at me, he didn't look like someone who was quick at judging others.
"So you don't think I'm a terrible person?" I asked quietly.
"No..not at all." a devilish smirk on his lips. "You can't of done anything as bad as me." he said a sinister smile on his face, his eyes very dark, he almost looked..scary. His eyes reminded me of a predator able to kill at a glance yet they were terrifyingly beautiful , they looked like they were capable of something extremely evil.
"What did you do?" I asked quietly, not wanting to know the answer.
"Many things." he replied. "For example, I killed my brother." he said, his lips twitching.
I gasped and dropped the spoon I was holding in my hand, which clattered to the floor.
He had said it so normally, it sounded like it was something he did all the time.
"What was his name?" I asked slowly.
He grinned "Stefan." He looked at me waiting for my response.
"S-s-stefan?" I whispered feeling faint.
"Yes that's right, Stefan Salvatore, though I prefer not to talk about him." he replied.
I suddenly felt dizzy and hot, I grabbed on to the work surface for support, I felt someone grab me round the waist.
"Are you ok?" asked Damon. He looked concerned.
"Mmmm." I mumbled, I was drifting into blackness and couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.
I woke up startled, it was dark outside, I looked at my clock, 8:30 p.m.
I heard someone humming across the other side of the room. It was Damon, listening to my ipod. It sounded like he was humming to Miley Cyrus.
He looked up when he saw me sitting up in bed.
"Hey." he said taking out the earphones and putting my ipod back on the dresser. "How are you feeling?" he asked, he almost looked..sweet.
"Uh..fine, I guess." I said smiling meekly."What happened again?" I asked.
"Well..you fainted, when I was telling you about..Stefan." he said looking at me closely when he said Stefan.
I let out a gasp and felt light headed, I lay back and put my arm across my eyes. "Stefan Salvatore." I whispered.
"Yes, why do you keep repeating his name?" he asked sounding confused.
"At school..Stefan.." I started but couldn't finish, because I was interupted by a sudden outburst of laughter. I quickly opened my eyes and looked at him astoinished. I glared at him, until he calmed down a bit.
"You..think that my brother Stefan goes to your school?" he asked, in between laughs.
"Uh..yeah who else would it be." I said, embarressed.
"Well, for starters , people don't come back from the dead. The Stefan Salvatore at your school is my second cousin, he's named after my brother.." he said it like it was obvious. "We don't get along, at all.
"Oh." I said blushing, all that about nothing. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it." he said smirking, "It was quite funny really."
I glared at him, "Ah come on, lighten up a bit Sophie, admit it, it was funny." he said, flashing that heart melting smile at me, again.
"I guess it was, I kind of tend to jump to conclusions." I laughed, he joined in.
I felt a sudden pang of hunger, I hadn't eaten since school and I hadn't even started my homework.
"I'm just going to get something to eat." I said getting up off the bed,and looking in the mirror.
"Those grilled cheese sandwiches, were so delicious by the way." said Damon.
I sighed and gave him an evil glare.
"Oh that's scary." he said sarcastically.
I just ignored him, I looked to see if the marks were gone yet, they were almost healed, but I noticed there were two more on the other side of my neck now. "What the hell?" I whispered.
"What's wrong now? A little spot or something?" he said, turning round to look at me.
"No, these stupid marks keep appearing on my neck and they're sore." I said touching one, it was tender just like the ones on the other side had been.
For some reason he smirked. "How did you get them" he asked, he seemed amused.
"I don't know, maybe a mosquito bit me or something." I said.
"Maybe." he said smirking.
I turned round and he was behind me. "How do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" he asked innocently, brushing my fringe out of my eyes.
"You know what. You just..." I started, but he put his fingers on my lips before I couldn't finish.
"Shh, just shut up for one minute." he said.
He leaned in and brushed his lips on my neck. I shivered. I felt his lips part, and something cold and hard, touched my neck, and then, something was cutting into my skin, the pain was excruciating. I struggled to get him off, but his grip was so strong. I could feel him draining the blood out of my veins, I wanted to scream. I felt light headed from loss of blood.
"Damon, please..ow!, Please stop!" I screamed.
I felt his grip loosen and he reluctantly, pulled his mouth away from my neck, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
I felt like killing him. I picked up a vase off the dresser and threw it at him. He dodged it expertly, smiling. It smashed against the wall, sending shards of glass everywhere.
"Now, don't do that!" he said, catching the clothes hanger I flung across the room at him. I muttered something unintelligent.
I looked for something else to throw at him, he grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes.
"Sophie, stop." he said firmly. I stared him back in the eyes.
"What the hell were you doing?" I demanded, pulling my wrists out of his grip. "You bit me!" I said horrified.
"I know, I was hungry." he said, going over to the chair in the corner of my room and sitting down.
I suddenly thought back to books that Gran had read to me when I was younger and went over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room and pulled of the book 'Dracula.' I threw it at him and sat down on the bed.
"Dracula by Bram Stoker, yes a very interesting choice." he said flicking through the pages.
"Is that what you are?" I asked, the similarities where huge.
He flashed me a smile. "Why, yes, except for a few minor details." he said.
I held my breath. "But, vampire's don't exist." I said adamant to believe the facts.
"Are you sure?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Earlier today I could have cofindently answered this question, but now I wasn't so sure.
I looked him in the eyes, he held my gaze, an evil glint seemed to flash across those two endless pools of darkness.
"Explain everything, now." I said, lying down on the bed.
His lips curled up into a cruel smile.