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#41

Aesira

I inhaled deeply which turned into a yawn. Arms cradled my body so I was stiffly wrapped like a log. A warm head laid in the crook of my neck inhaling my scent. My hands laid over the muscular ones around me, rubbing them up and down. I moved slightly just to have Damon's body move closer and his hands tighter. I bit my lips and tried my best to turn my body over and to catch a glimpse of his face.

Quickly I turned my body which brought me closer to his, if possible. His arms wrapped around my back tighter than before. My cheeks immediately started to hurt as a wide smile threatened to breakthrough.

I was never one for physical touch. I hated it. The feeling of someone's hands on my body made me shiver with disgust. For as long as I could remember had never been touched in kind ways by anyone but my mother and Athena. And even then I secretly dreaded the feeling. I had never been tucked into sleep at night or received a wholesome hug. My days were spent in the hospital or at home in a broken-down bed I sometimes shared with Athena.

My eyes never smiled. The lift of my lips was nothing near meaningful. The facade I would put on every morning when I left the place I dreaded the most would just break me more.

Yet somehow, after having felt the smallest touch by Damon, I craved more of it. Never have I ever wanted someone's touch more than his. He ignites my body with just the simplest caress'. I tried to cherish each moment that I felt this way so that is have something to remember when I was not with him but then I just end up thinking about the time I would see him next. It was like a drug.

Time went by and darkness still laid upon his perfectly etched face that I so much admired. I watched as his features were relaxed and at ease. My eyes traced his perfect nose to his chiselled jaw. I don't know how much time I had spent relishing in his looks but I didn't feel bored. The small buzz of the fan and the deep breathes of Damon's filled the plain room.

"Stop watching me, you creep" Damon's pink lips twitched up into a stunning smile. My eyes shut faster than the words that left his mouth. I could hear him deeply chuckle as his morning rasp laced his tongue. His hand travelled down my spine slowly which made me shiver against him. "Don't pretend with me now."

"You did it first" I blamed him and pushed my face into his scent-filled pillow. He laughed and placed a long warm kiss on my hair. My hair! "I'm a mess" I groaned covering my hair with my hands. He chuckled again and removed my hands away from my head.

"You look beautiful," he said now kissing my forehead. "Why are you up at this time," he said leaning to check the time. "Three twenty-two AM really?" he shook his head and fell against the pillow with a cheeky grin.

"Gosh really?" I said looking at him confused.

Damon nodded and moved against me. "Why else would it be dark as fuck outside?" he mumbled against my chest. I ran my hand in his hair before jumping at a thump outside his closed door. He lifted his hand immediately and it snapped towards the door along with mine. "Carter?" Damon yelled.

A clashing of glass echoed throughout the penthouse and we sat up completely. Damon's hands went to open his side table and my eyes stayed trained on the door. "Carter was supposed to be out tonight with Seraphina..." Damon muttered to himself. He stuffed something in his plants that he hadn't taken off last night along with grabbing his phone.

Five seconds pass and Damon is talking quietly into his phone. "What do you mean?....where are you.....shit... Penthouse now." my hand shot up to my necklace as Damon stood up faster than I could blink. "Aesira stay here."

"What?- maybe it's Emma, or Rehan your assistant, or Cara, put the gun away" I whispered worriedly.

"They don't have their thumbprint in the system, me or Carter usually let them up here. I'm just going to check to be safe. I'm sure is nothi-" another bang rang throughout the room, it was closer.

"That's not nothing" I gritted and got out of the bed. I walked towards him at the speed of light. He leaned down to peck my shaken lips.

"Aesira. Stay here." Damon demanded as he towered over me in domination. I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. I wanted to keep him here with me but the sudden clash of more glass made him step away from me and towards the door.

I'm sure it's nothing. I tried convincing myself as he left the room with the gun now in his hands as pointed forward. I gripped the pendant to my necklace as hard as ever and sat down on the edge of the bed waiting eagerly.

The sound of bangs and booms hit my ears. Standing up and running to the door, I almost tripped on my own feet. I stood there confused debating whether or not to grab the doorknob and open the door. Was Damon ok?

I saw a flash of light come from the bottom of the door through the crack. Two sets of footsteps started to get closer and a familiar laugh echoed through my ears. I quickly locked the door and took slow steps back trying not to make any noise.

I paced around the room in a fit of confusion before my hands went to the back of my neck and unhooked my necklace. I ran to Damon's pillow and placed it neatly on top before placing the blanket over it.

A knock on the door made my heart jump out of my chest. I didn't answer but instead brought my shaking and to my lips. I could feel my cheeks become soaked. The banging became louder and more aggressive. "Aesira" the person drew out longingly.

Who is that? I couldn't put my finger on the voice as it sounded so familiar. Too familiar. "This wasn't part of the plan idiot" I heard another faint voice speak.

I looked around the room hoping Damon had any form of weapons. "He's a criminal he has to have something" I cried to myself and ran into his closet before shutting the door behind me just in time to hear Damon's door being slammed open. I gasped and started destroying everything in sight trying to find any form of a weapon to protect myself.

"Aesira, you don't want to make me mad here sweetie"

"Enough with the pet names"

"You're so annoying!".....arguing...  I heard a thump through the door and my body jumped again.

"Oh my god" I breathed out just as the door banged down. My eyes hit the body on the floor. White hair spread across the person's face. He looked at me drained and blood pouring from his head. I felt no inch of remorse in my body as I started him deep in the eyes. My eyes were almost blurry with the number of tears in my eyes.

He now seemed sorry. His eyes had regret forming in them as he glanced up at the person who now held two guns in his hands and a tight, high smile on his face.

"Hello, pretty" he whispered with blood covering his hands. Oh no...Damon...

Very short chapter :)
To clarify she's not saying the person is Damon in the end she's thinking of its Damon's blood on the persons hands.
Anyways.

Hellllo! How is everyone. How's your life? School? Friends?