I ran a hand through my curled golden hair, my gaze resting on the setting sun. The sky was a beautiful mix of pinks and purples of all shades. It was stunning, really, and the weather was perfect for jeans, which is what I wore. To compliment my dark, ripped jeans, I wore pink and black sneakers and a light blue tank top with frills towards the bottom. The top brought out my ocean blue eyes, making them pop.
The clock ticked 7:00 pm, not late enough to go home or go to bed. Why not go to Chumnley's Pub? Maybe I could meet someone, or if anything just relax and have a drink. At least it wasn't very far from where I was.
Glancing around for a brief moment, I began to make the short, five minute journey. The streets weren't that crowded aside from a few pedestrians walking or the cars on the road. The streetlights flipped on as I got to the corner to cross the street.
The building was made of rough, sandy colored bricks. There was an older styled dark wooden door with a discolored, round copper doorknob. I could hear the noisy, slightly drunk babble through the door, but stepping inside let the musings be heard louder; hitting my ears without an barrier.
The large room was somewhat crowded. No doubt with people grabbing a drink with a friend after work to relax and unwind. In fact, I was doing just that; minus the friend, of course.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a sangria, eager for the sweetness of the drink. Thankfully, it only took a few moments for my drink to be done; considering they weren't terribly busy at the moment. As I drank, my gaze wandered about the room, observing the other people. If only they were vampires. After all, it would be so much more interesting and fun, and not to mention sexy. Well, a spell could give a similar effect, but I'd rather not give away my existence. I'd like to live past 23.
There was one man that caught my eye… His gaze fixed on me intently, hardly blinking. He had dark, shaggy hair that swept over his right eye, but for the most part there was a clear view of his features. He was tall; standing against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his torn black jeans. The fitting white Hanes' t-shirt hugged his firm muscles perfectly. To top off the intoxicating ensemble, he wore a black leather jacket.
'Damn…he's hot,' I thought. Our eyes locked for a few long, hypnotizing moments. I didn't want to look away nor did I think I could. Luckily, I was able to manage a polite smile as he approached; his strides smooth and long.
"What's a pretty little girl like you doing in a place like this alone?" he questioned curiously with a light smirk gracing his features.
"I'm not as weak as I may look, sir, and I'm just here to have a drink," I replied casually; looking up at him through my lashes.
"So am I." I could see the dark gleam in his eyes as he spoke, making me giggle.
"You're not very subtle. I know you're looking for blood," I mused knowingly, turning my body to face him. He was taken aback for a moment, a look of surprise crossing him briefly, though his lips soon twisted into a smirk.
"Clever little witch, aren't you?" he teased; a giggle breaking from my lips.
"I try. So what's your name?"
"Damon; and yours?"
"Katie. Pleasure to meet you, Damon," I smiled softly at him, nodding when he offered to buy me another drink.
"You look beautiful," he said softly, smiling at me. A light blush worked its way to my cheeks.
"You're not half bad yourself," I responded. The bartender brought my drink and Damon laid down a 5 dollar bill as a tip.
"I didn't know that there were any witches here…It's a surprise, but it seems you've out me under your spell."
The playful smirk on my lips grew into a near grin. "Well, why don't we head out them, and you can show me what a vampire really looks like?" I flirted.
His house wasn't really much of a house at all. It was a dark redwood that was old and moldy, even some parts missing or having holes. Though when you're a vampire, things like that didn't really matter.
"Fancy," I commented sarcastically, and playfully. He rolled his eyes in response.
"I don't exactly plan to stay long," he said with a shrug. "Though I'm starting to reconsider," he added with a downward glance to me. My cheeks lightly flushed at his gentle tone of voice and the look in his eyes. It was strange, but welcomed. In his eyes, though, I saw something else. Lust, maybe…?
I nearly shuddered when I noticed the increasing electricity between us; it had always been there, but hidden under the bustle of the bar or night air. Now that we were alone, in a more enclosed space, it was intensified, nearly overwhelming; making goosebumps rise on my arms. Damon felt it too. It was obvious by the look on his face. His expression was dark, filled with desire and longing. When he stepped forward, I couldn't move. Whether it was because of his manipulation abilities, or because I wanted him just as much as he clearly wanted me, I wasn't sure and I didn't care.
Leaning down, he caught my lips in a passionate kiss, backing me up against the wall with one hand on each side of my head. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Before I knew it, his tongue was forced into my mouth and without hesitation I groaned and welcomed the heated kiss.
I didn't want to, but I had to pull away. After all, a witch needed oxygen. I looked up at him, smiling softly and eagerly. "Damon, make me yours if you really want me," I murmured. He raised an eyebrow down at me but frowned.
"A beautiful girl like you doesn't deserve a life like this…" he trailed off. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him once again.
"I want to, Damon," I whispered. He studied me intently, before he nodded and leaned down to place butterfly kisses on my neck until he found the perfect spot. After a moment of hesitation, he plunged his fangs into my neck.