5. Playdate with Damon

"So...." I said as the awkward silence grew more awkward. I looked up after finishing my breakfast and Damon was still shirtless and still smirking with his label killer curvy smile.

"What would you like to do today then, Ms Gilbert?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. I stood up, and walked over to where Damon stood and then poked him hard in the chest - which was freakishly hard.

"I'd like you to tell me why I'm not aloud to leave."

Damon shook his head. "Sorry darling, Damon's not aloud to tell you that."

I rolled my eyes. "Damon!"

"Fine." He muttered. "We've just gotta find out why you look like Katherine. You might be related and if you are then that's a big bad problem."

"Why?" I asked.

"If you are Katherine's look-alike, a doppleganger, then a lot of vampires are going to want to get your hands on you. The legend is that the doppleganger must be sacrificed in order for vampires to be able to walk in the sun. So what I'm saying, is that if you are the doppleganger, then a lot of vampires are going to want to use you to break the curse."

"I've never had any trouble with vampires before." I pointed out.

"That's the awkward bit." Damon explained. "Tyler Lockwood, you're boyfriend. He's a werewolf. Werewolves also want to use the doppleganger to break the curse. And i'm not pointing fingers or anything, but maybe Tyler's just using you."

"Oh." I said. "Well that's just great. My first ever boyfriend and he's using me to break a curse. Yipee."

Damon patted my head. "We'll talk more about it when we know for certain, ok? For now...we can have some fun!"

My eyes rolled. "Your kind of fun or my kind of fun?"

Damon smirked. "Yours...then mine."

"Ok!" I grinned. "So I can go shower?"

"With me?" 

I slapped his chest hard, but it hurt my fingers more. "No Damon. I'm only 15, you're like 10 years older than me."

"Age is just a number darling." He said. "And i'm probably over 100 years older than you are."

I ignored him. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Upstairs. First door on the left."

"Thankyou." I smiled and then turned away.

I walked up the stairs and then turned to the first door on the left hand side. I opened it and then locked the bathroom shut. It was quite small, but the shower had those glass doors so that was okay. I threw my clothes off and jumped into the shower - letting the warm water burn my body. I jumped out and then grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around myself and then looked down for my clothes...which weren't there. And only one word came to mind.

"DAMON?!" 

I heard a thundering laugh coming from behind the door. "Yes Ms Gilbert?"

"You came in here?!" I screamed. "You pervert! I'm only 15!"

He continued laughing. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. And may I add you look damn sexy when you're wet."

Ignoring him, i pounded on the door. "Give me back my freaking clothes!"

"Nice pants." He commented. "They look awfully tight though."

"Damon give me back my clothes!"

"Oooh, I'm sure i've seen bra before!" He shouted back to me, obviously grinning like hell. I thought about opening the door and running at him, but the damn perv would probably steal my towel as well.

"Damon!"

"Fine, I'll give you some clothes." He muttered. "Girls are no fun these days."

Suddenly, the door opened and Damon was standing there with a cocky grin. I scowled however, and caught the clothes he threw at me. But...they weren't my clothes.

"I don't wear boxers and guys vest tops." I hissed.

Damon took hold of the handle. "You do now." And then he slammed the door.

For a few minutes, i debated on whether I should just hide in the bathroom in a towel until Stefan got back, or give in to Damon's demand and wear his clothes...well underwear. Eventually, I slipped into his black boxers and black vest top, then i opened the door. Damon looked up at me and smiled in pleasure.

"Yum." He winked. "You look good enough to eat."

I held in the urge to slap him. "Shut up. What are we doing now?"

"Hmm." Damon mused, stroking a fake beard. He stepped closer and then began fixing a knot on my hair. "What about a little competition?"

I raised an eye-brow. "I'm listening."

"Good." He said. "The rules are, that I have to hunt you like I would any other victim. I act as if I'm going to kill you for 10 minutes, and if in those 10 minutes you scream, then I get a bite of you."

I shuddered. "And if I don't scream?"

"Then I'll get you a vervain necklace so that no vampires can compel you." He said.

I nodded. "Sounds like a challenge. When do we start?" But he was gone, completely out of sight. "I guess now."

I started walking around, because I had nothing else in mind to do, and I kept ignoring the little taps I could hear surrounding me. I knew Damon was close by, because things kept knocking over and moving. I had to admit, I was getting a little scared.

When i got into the living room, the lights all turned off and the house literally blacked out. I couldn't see anything, not one source of light. And I was really beginning to feel off edge.

Suddenly, the fireplace roared alight and i gasped uncontrolably. Damon was definitley here, but I couldn't tell where. Then, I heard his voice; though it sounded a lot more monsterous.

"Nina." He sang in a manipulative voice. "Can you see me? ...I can see you."

I laughed nervously. "Very scary Damon!"

This time, he laughed. "Mmm. I can smell the fear on your skin. 1, 2, guess who's coming for you?"

"Freddy Kruger. Very original." I said, trying to keep my voice light. I couldn't help but shudder though.

"Boo!"

I gasped aloud again and turned round to see who had just breathed into my neck, but as expected, no one was there. i sighed. If that almost made me scream, then when he jumped out I would probably be in tears. I was a tough girl, but I wasn't good with surprise attacks. Which was why I whimpered insanely loud when i was gently pushed to the floor.

Damon was on top of me and holding me down by my shoulders. His face was in mine and he looked for the first time, like a real vampire. His eyes were scrunched up and red and loads of frown lines popped up near his pupils. His ivory fangs popped out and he grolwed violently into my neck.

"You smell...delicious." He whispered, and then shoved his fangs in the direction of my neck. And then I couldn't help myself but to let out a blood curling scream. Damon quickly lifted his head up though and the fangs dissappeared and his eyes went back to black. He ruffled my hair with his hand and then grinned.

"Now that's what i call a scream."

"Damon I hate you!" i cried. He rolled his eyes though, then took my hands and pulled me up.

"So does everyone darling. But I guess I won." He smirked.

"I gues..."

"Come here then." He said and motioned for me to turn around. Knowing he would compel me if I didn't, I spun around so i had my back to him. Damon put one arm around my waist which forced me to press down hard against his chest, and then he put one hand on the side of my neck - which he tilted to the side. I began breathing rapidly and squeezed my eyes shut as if that could keep away the pain.

"I wont take too much." He promised, whispered lightly into my neck. "Just stay completely still and it wont hurt as much as it could."

"Ok." I squeaked.

And then, I felt his lips on my neck. I shuddered, wishing he would stop playing with me and just get it over with already. But then as soon as his lips touched the skin, his hand moved from my neck and stayed away for a little while. But when he put it back, he had something in his hand. His arm left my waist and he used both of his hands to wrap something around my neck.

I looked at the silver necklace and touched it softly. But...Damon had won. He was supposed to drink my blood. So why wasn't he?

"You're not biting me." I whispered.

"I know." Damon said, and fastened the necklace. He spun me round to face him and then took my hand. "I was never going to."

"Oh."

"There's vervain inside it." He explained, gesturing to it. I nodded.

"Thanks."

"It's alright." Damon smiled. "Would you like to see something else?"

"Yes."

"Come on." He said and then pulled me along by my hand which he had took. He led me through to the cell I had been in last night and then he pulled out a little black box. He dropped my hand and then took the lid off, and fiddled around until he lifted out a picture. He handed it to me and my eyes bawled.

It was me. Well, it looked like me but I was positive that it wasn't. On the bottom of the picture, it said 'Katherine' in old Italic writing. And I guessed that the girl with curled hair and wore an old-fashioned dress was this famous 'Katherine.' Damon was right, we were identical.

"We're exactly alike." I whispered, staring at the picture. But Damon quickly snapped it out of my hands and roughly grabbed both sides of my face. "Damon what are you-?"

"Don't say that." He hissed. "You and Katherine are nothing alike. She was a bitch, you're not."

"Ok." I said quickly, almost scared of the violence in Damon's eyes. "Ok, I'm not like Katherine."

"Good." He said, forcing a little smile. "Now. Would you like to go watch a movie and have some pizza?"

The grin returned to my face. "I'd love to."