Prologue: His Beautiful Eyes
A/N: Here's a new fanfiction for Vampire Diaries… It's ALL HUMAN by the way! I hope you like the prologue.
Your beautiful eyes
Stare right into mine
And sometimes I think of you late at night
I don't know why
Taylor Swift- Beautiful Eyes
I sighed as I spilled orange juice over myself for the third time in one day. Scratch that, for the third time in one hour. It had been a couple of days since summer break had begun, and I was doing what I had been so far this summer. Thinking of my best friend Damon Salvatore. We had been friends since we were 6 years old when the Salvatores had moved to Mystic Falls and moved into the house next to ours. Damon and Stefan had been living with their uncle, Zac, for as long as they had been here and I had been in love with Damon for about as long yet he felt nothing towards me but friendship. He was the true definition of hotness with his dreamy black hair and ice blue eyes, enough to make any girl squeal. He was even hotter than his 10-months-younger brother, Stefan, who most considered the biggest player ever. He hadn't had a serious girlfriend for more than a couple of days, and most considered him so swoon-worthy they'd do anything to date him despite his reputation, including my close friend Caroline Forbes. But not me, I had only eyes for his brother Damon.
I headed upstairs, orange juice in hand, and changed into a new shirt. Then I headed back downstairs. The house was empty, not even mom was home. You see, they were out getting preparations for my unborn baby sister. Mom was 7 months pregnant or so yet she had the energy of a 3 months pregnant woman. I thought about calling Caroline, but decided against it. She would want to go out to the beach, so she could try to win over Stefan, and I wasn't in the mood for any of her stupid 'Get Stefan' plans.
I tensed as the doorbell rang. Was it Caroline? I seriously hoped it wasn't. I was so not in the mood for her perkiness. I wanted to sit down in the living room or my bedroom and think of Damon. I headed over to the door, and reluctantly opened it and suddenly he was standing there. A god dressed in his tight black shirt and jeans. His ebony hair looked wet, probably from hanging out all day at the beach, and there was a sparkle in his blue eyes, as there always was.
"Hey," He exclaimed, shrugging past me into the house. He treated my house like it was his home, and why should he not: my mom considered him a son to her and so did my dad.
"Hi," I muttered, as I closed the door behind him. He shot me a wolfy grin then my orange juice was out of my hands.
"Damon!" I complained, as he chugged it down.
He grinned at me, "Thanks. Boy, i was thirsty. You have any more?" He asked, his blue eyes lighting up.
I sighed, but I was used to his behavior. After all, i had been friends with him for so long. Best Friends. Even though, I saw him in a totally different light. He followed me into the kitchen and I poured him a glass of juice, careful not to spill it this time.
I then headed into the living room and he followed, orange juice in hand. I sat down on the couch and he sat beside me. "So what did you do today?" I asked, casually.
Damon smiled, "I was hanging out at the beach all day with Amber," He explained to me. Amber Halliday was one of the snobbiest girls at school, and had been Damon's girlfriend for the summer so far.
"Great, did you have fun?" I asked him, trying not to let the jealousy I felt towards Amber seep into my voice.
"Yep, I beat Stef at windsurfing again. I'm the best," He informed me, looking proud. I know you ARE the best!
"Arrogant much?" I asked him, jokily.
He grinned, "Only a little," He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"So what are your plans for tonight? Any hot dates?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
I smiled, " No, not really," I muttered. "You?"
"Well duh. I have a date with Amber at the grill, in fact I have to leave soon," He told me.
I nodded, "Well have fun," I told him, standing up.
"I said I have to leave soon, not now," He pressed, pulling me back down.
"Well, what do you want to do then?" I asked, feeling a surge of electricity as he grabbed my arm.
He let go of it, "We could play monopoly," He suggested.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You always cheat at monopoly," I reminded him.
"It's called borrowing money from the bank, and not returning it," Damon retorted, smiling widely.
"Sure," I muttered. I couldn't help but smile back, his smile was contagious.
"What do you want to do then? Play that freaking Twilight game you love so much? I don't get what's so hot about that leech Edward Cullen." He muttered.
I smiled, not wanting to mention that Damon was way hotter than Edward would ever be. "And I don't get why you love that slut, Amber," I shot back.
Damon looked mock- insulted. "Hey! Don't insult my girlfriend," He complained.
"Damon, even you know it's true. It's so obvious she's cheating on you with half the football team." I informed him, folding my arms across my chest.
Damon smiled, "I am part of the football team,"
"And so are half a dozen other guys," I reminded him.
He just rolled his eyes, "She's not cheating on me, Bon- Bon. You need to stop being so concerned about me," He said, touching my nose.
I sighed, "You're my best friend, I don't want to see you hurt," I told him, feeling slightly thrilled at the tingling sensation i had experienced when he had touched my nose.
"I think I can take care of myself," He informed me, smiling slightly.
Then he stood up. "I have to go next door to take a shower, so I can get ready for my date. Oh and Amber is throwing a 'Start of Summer party' if you want to come. I'm sure she wouldn't mind," He insisted, handing me his empty cup of orange juice.
I took it, and laughed out loud. "Haha, I'll go to Amber's party when…. Nah, I'll never go," I informed him.
Damon grinned, "Whatever floats your boat," He muttered, heading towards the door. I followed him, his empty cup in my hand.
"Later," He muttered, leaning in for a hug. His hugs didn't mean anything serious though. We had been hugging since we were 6, and they probably didn't mean anything to him at all. They meant the world to me. His arms were tight around me, making me feel safe and secure.
"Bye," I replied, stepping back. And with one last wolfy smile Damon headed off towards his front door, waving a little as he closed the door behind him.
I sighed, closing my door too. I loved him so much, yet I had to be the best friend while he dated Amber, the biggest idiot in school. I scowled as I thought of her long silky strawberry blonde hair, her big blue eyes and her translucent white skin. She was the freaking example of how every head cheerleader should be.
I headed up to my room, and flicked on my small T.V. My room was my sanctuary and the most special place to me. So many happy memories had been spent here with Damon and Caroline. Especially Damon. When we were 10, we had stayed up the whole night watching the Saw series, which we snuck from Damon's uncle Zac, and I had spent the whole night screaming and covering my eyes while Damon hugged me close. He had been only 10 years at the time, so he hadn't really hung out with girls yet. Except for me. Damon had been there for me for as long as I could remember. He'd be there when I needed him and had always caught me when I fell.
When I was twelve, and the girls at school had laughed at me because I had tripped over in the mud, Damon had been the one to help me up, scold them, then help me get cleaned up. He had even given me his spare P.E shirt to put on, even though it was slightly wide on me, but i had felt special wearing it, knowing it belonged to Damon. And then at Tyler Lockwoods Sweet 16 last year, I had got so drunk because I had accidentally drank too many beers, and Damon had left the party, and his date, and taken me home. He had held my hair back as I threw up and hadn't left till I was sober.
There was another thing. My mother and father trusted Damon completely. As a 10 year old he had spent the night with me more times than I could remember, but as we got older that decreased until now, of course, he never does. He's normally out with his girlfriends until late at night anyway, and sometimes I barely see him.
I had been ignoring the TV completely and letting my thoughts run wild when my cell phone rung. I brightened up. Maybe it was Damon. Maybe he had cancelled his date and wanted to hang out. I scowled as I saw it was not Damon, but Caroline but I picked up nontheless unenthusiastically.
"Hello," I muttered.
Caroline's voice was perky and full of energy. "Hey Bon, how are you doing? Good, that's great. Me? I'm fine too. Anyway, did you hear about Amber's party tonight?" She asked.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to that party," I told her, in a bored voice.
"Bonnie, why? Come on, just for me. I really want to go," She moaned.
"Just because you want to impress Stefan, who is not good for you at all," I reminded her.
She sighed, " I love Stefan. We have to be together," She murmured. "So please?"
"I heard Damon's going," She tempted me. She was the only person who knew of my crush on Damon and i dont know why i had even told her. She seemed to use it against me all the time.
"So? He told me about it anyway," I muttered.
"Then why don't you go to impress him?" She asked me.
"Because he doesn't see me as anything other than a friend," I told her.
"Well, I can change that. Come over to mine now. I'll give you a makeover, and then we can go to the party." She urged.
"Caroline, no offence but a makeover isn't going to cut it." I told her.
Caroline sighed again. "Maybe not, but it's not as if you have better plans," She muttered.
"Actually I do," I lied.
"Liar. Come on Bonnie. Don't be a downer," She pleaded.
I sighed, "Caroline, I hate Amber," I reminded her, gritting my teeth.
"I know, but maybe you can show Damon you're cooler than her." She tempted again.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm agreeing to this only because of Damon." I muttered.
Caroline cheered, "Yay! Okay, I promise you'll look amazing after the makeover," She exclaimed.
"We'll see," I told her, before hanging up. I picked up my favorite JanSport, filled it with my best party clothes, then headed downstairs.
I wrote mom and dad a quick note explaining where I would be, then headed out, locking the door behind me.
I sighed as I looked up at Damon's house, and I realized I'd do anything to make him mine.
I wake up I'm alive
In only a little while
'Cause your my lullaby
So baby come hold me tight
A/N: Did you like it? Review so that I know. I'll continue if enough people are reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries.