Anastasia

Does he hate me?

Damon came and sat down,

"Hey? You okay?" He asked swinging the glass in front of me

"Yes, I'm fine" I lied, smiling, I took the glass of brown liquid off him, and took a sip, hmm brandy, I knew it was his favourite drink, he had told me this once before

"What's wrong?" He asked after he finished his drink

"Nothing" I lied shaking my head

"I know you're lying" he told me I furrowed my eyebrows "you haven't touched your drink" he observed,  technically I had taken a sip, but I wasn't about to argue with the argumentative vampire, instead I shrugged,

"Just thinking" I told him

"About?" He wasnt going to let this go

"About you not showing me the coven" I told him, it was partly true, I did want to go out with him he showed me his sexy smirk once more I nearly fainted, what was happening to me.

We went out, I wanted to hold his hand, but was scared of making the first move, we went to the park and I sat on the swing, Damon stood behind me and pushed me, I could push myself with my feet but when he touched me on my back it sent sparks all through my body, I wanted to turn around and kiss him, but I stopped myself, I had to reign in my feelings, I didn't want him to think I was a harlot.

All of a sudden he stopped pushing me, I turned my head to see him looking ahead at something, he had a smile on his face and a glint in his eye, like he saw someone he liked, should I be jealous? Was my first thought, I followed his line of vision and saw a woman walking towards us, she had blond hair and hazel eyes, she seemed young about twenty, but we were in the super natural world, who knows how old she is?

"Kristen, how are you?" Damon greeted her, the woman, Kristen, hugged Damon, I could see Damon didn't actually want to hug her but I was so jealous, I got up off the swing, and when she let go of Damon I got her attention

"Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm living with Damon, and you are?" I asked knowing Damon had never mentioned her

"I'm Kristen,  Damon's good friend" she emphasized

"Hmmm, he's never mentioned you before, have you Damon?" I looked to Damon for the last part of the question

"So, Kristen, how have you been?" Damon was desperate to change the subject, I just smiled, kristen played with her hair and talked about something I wasn't even listening, but she kept laughing and touching Damon's shoulder, my jealousy turned to anger and fingers flexed, I straightened my fingers then thought of her wrist, I bent my index finger and she screamed in pain as her hand bent backwards, she fell to the ground as her kneecap broke Damon sat beside her, he realised what was going on so he stood in front of me and held me by my shoulders

"Anastasia, stop, stop it now" his touch calmed me a little I realised what I'd done and gasped, why did I do that? Tears ran down my face and I ran, Damon called after me, knowing he would follow me I blinked home, to my home, in the mortal world, I blinked straight to my dads bedroom, onto his bed, I cried so much, I held the picture from his bedside table close to my heart, it was a picture of my parents at rivington pike. My dad had always been there for me, every time I cried in the past he had been there. I missed him so much at this point, I needed him more than anything right now, what had I been thinking? Why did I do that? Damon will hate me forever, I have lost the only man I ever loved because I got jealous, how pathetic will he think I am.

I lay on my dads bed I had stopped crying now, but I still held the photo close, I was on my side facing the bathroom door, the bed dipped, worried it was Damon I sat up quickly to see it was Robert

"Is this your room? It's very grown up"

"No" I sniffed "it's my dads bedroom, I missed him, so here I am" I shrugged

"What's wrong?"

"Damon hates me" I began to tell him what happened, I told him how I had been feeling, "what's happening to me Robert? How can my feelings be this strong? I hardly know him" I whisper shouted

"This is rare, not impossible, but rare" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, as if  realising I had no idea what he meant he began to explain "has he drank from you?" He asked, to which I gave a slight nod "it's not unheard of, witches don't usually mate, but sometimes, very rarely,  they mate, usually with a werewolf or another witch, I have never heard of a witch mating with a vampire"

"So it happened because he drank from me?" I shrieked,  how many possible mates did he have? Had he drunk from Kristen before? Was she his mate?

"No, no, no, no, "he started, "let me try again" he sighed, trying to calm me down "witches, like werewolves, only mate once, you have a connection with him, you always have, sometimes,  on rare occasions,  the gods show mercy to two supernatural beings mating them together, I guess, because you're so powerful,  the gods decided to mate you with someone as nice as Damon, someone trustworthy, someone loving, caring, someone that will stand by your side, someone that will support you, without expecting power, someone that will love you, just you, forever, Anastasia,  Damon is the kind of man that doesn't love easily, but when he does love, its forever,  he picks his friends carefully,  not just anyone can become his friend, you have to be a special kind of something,  and that's just friend, imagine what qualities his girlfriend would have to have" I thought about this

"But he hates me" I whispered

"I don't think he hates you" Robert assured, "he can't hate you, its impossible,  didn't you hear what I said, he's your mate, he was made to love you" I didn't believe him

"I'm eighteen, he's over five hundred, how was he made for me?" I retorted, he shook his head

"Do you think the fates are written after you're born? No, your fate was written before your parents were born, Damon was born human, so his fate was rewritten after he was turned, five hundred years ago"

So I was mated to him, did that mean he was mated to me too? Did it work like it worked with werewolves in the movies? So many questions but I didn't want to ask, Damon liked Kristen, that much was obvious, I didn't want to be a third wheel, if what Robert said was true it could be that he has already chosen his girlfriend, and why not, Kristen was beautiful, more so than me

After a short while, Robert left me with my thoughts, he didn't even tell me why he had come around in the first place but I was happy now that he did, it made sense now, all my feelings made sense.

Sorry for the short chapter, enjoy.