Imagine:A few weeks after Stefan Salvatore moves back to Mystic falls his brother Damon turns up. And he only has eyes for you.
Song:Make you feel good-Fetty Wap
Lately you found that you had been cringing a lot.
Probably because you now had a stalker who went by the name of Damon Salvatore.
“What a surprise seeing you here"Damon leant in as he handed you a glass of wine.
"Damon this is my birthday party"you rolled your eyes and hesitated before taking the glass.
You held it up to your nose and sniffed it.
"What are you doing?"Damon looked at you confused.
"Checking to see if you put anything in it"you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Sugar, I’m not going to hurt you. How many times do I have to tell you that"Damon exclaimed.
"Well it doesn’t really matter, you can repeat yourself a million times. I still won’t believe you"you replied as you started to walk away.
You knew he was following you into the kitchen, you could feel his presence.
"You don’t even drink wine, you drink bourbon?”
“Wine’s your favorite"he smiled proudly.
"How…sweet"you rolled your eyes again.
You didn’t mind Damon’s company, in fact you loved his company. But you weren’t going to let him know that.
If Stefan hadn’t told you about Damon’s manipulative side then you would have said yes the moment Damon asked you on a date.
But you knew what he was really like everyone had filled you in on all the details, and you weren’t about to let him take advantage.
*3 hours later*
Red plastic cups littered your floor and your head was spinning. Too much alcohol.
Everyone had left you to clear up the mess.
You bent down to pick up a cup but you tripped and stumbled forwards, falling into someone’s arms.
"Hey, you okay?"Damon asked worriedly.
"You’re still here?"you mumbled quietly. Internally grateful.
"Yeah, I figured you’d need some help clearing up"Damon looked around your living room and shook his head.
"Damon what do you want from me?"you slurred.
"I don’t want anything y/n, I just want y-
"Well, Stefan said you usually have a motive, I don’t have anything for you, I have blood but you can’t have that I kind of need it"you wiped your eyes, mascara smudged all over your face.
Damon smiled at your appearance.
"Plus, Caroline’s prettier than me can’t you just take her blood it will taste better"you pouted.
You yawned and rested your head against Damon’s chest. He’d been holding you up the whole time.
"I don’t want Caroline and I certainly don’t want your blood, you’re different"Damon mumbled as he carried you to your bed.