in another life (damon)

[megan]

The party was awesome even though she didn’t even know the people who hosted it. People came and went as they pleased with red cups in their hands. Loud music boomed from the living room and out the open door where a group of people were huddled together, doing something that looked like smoking. It may sound suspicious, but she knew it wasn’t marihuana, because the scent wasn’t sickly sweet, but ashy and dirty. The air felt cold around her legs, which were only covered in a pair of black stockings, army boots and a short, grey dress. She had her short leather jacket hanging over her arm, and but it on as another draft of wind caressed her bare skin.

Meg wasn’t in the party mood, and had barely touched her drink that a friend had given to her. She wanted to go home and watch a bloody slasher with lots and lots of inners…on the outside. A dude she hardly knew came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders. “Hey there, sweet lips.” He said and his breath washed all over her face. It smelled like spirit and leftovers. She laughed and discreetly shook his arm away. “Hi...You.” she replied, and a slow, lazy grin spread across his face, as if he was really getting any from her. “Go bother someone else.” She said, unleashing her most charming smile before turning and walking away. She was a man eater alright, and liked to leave them in suspense. More importantly, she was not going to give her virginity away to some loser who was too trunk to pee straight.

as she turned, someone caught her eye. It was a boy, and he looked strangely out of place. Not that he looked lonely or anything, he just looked so…alien, to the normal town folk. She studied him, the way he was standing, the way his eyes swept over the crowd. She wanted him to see her. It happened so sudden, this strange desire, and it didn’t take long before she knew what to do. She walked over to one of her closest girlfriends and whispered in her ear. They started grinding against each other to the music that was loud enough to be heard outside. she winked at him and laughed.Guys were hooting and shouting and Meg enjoyed the attention. it was all she ever knew, appearing like a slut, but inside she hoped that someone would be able to see the real her. to see something in her that she didn't.

[damon]

Damon leaned his back against the brick wall. He wore a old Poison band tshirt that fit him pretty well, it wasn`t too tight but tight enough to make his muscles to look really hot. His dark blue jeans was ripped and black motorcycle boots.

He watched the miserable humans getting more and more drunk. Some were just trying to get layed and others just wanted to have fun. One day a long long time ago he had been just like them, enjoying the goods of life. Now he wasn`t really sure if he was alive, but that wasn`t going to stop him from living.
He searched the croud with his red hungry eyes like a hunting animal. Who were going to be the victim of the night? He didn`t feel like killing anybody tonight, or he kind of always felt like killing, but he knew he could get in trouble if he killed his snack in this town.
His throat burned from the delicate smell of blood in this room, but he was used to it. It was hard not letting his instinct take control. Luckily he knew better, he had overpowerd his instincts.

Damon took his hands out of his pockets, a fat human boy nearby looked like he expected him to pull out a knife or a gun or something. Stupid frightened little humans, Damon thought.

It was when he was just about to walk away he noticed her. If he had had eny breath he would have swallowed it. Was it really possible? It couldn`t be her, it was just him being way to thisty. He could just see her back, but that hair.. the color, the texture everything was so similar to hers. Even the way she dressed looked alike.
Everything except from the fact that it wasn`t her. He had made sure that she would never ever move again.

Still this girl reminded him so much. Damon shook his head sure he was going crazy. Maybe it was nothing but a sign that this girl was the right victim. The way she danced with the other girl made her look cheap, she couldn`t be too hard convincing to come home with him. She probably would be more than willing. If she wasn`t it wouldn`t be problem to make her change her mind with his looks and flirting. He would make her feel like she was special, even though she was nothing but worthless for him, well except from her blood maybe.

[megan]

She was in her right element, and dancing was something she knew how to do. She’d been a cheerleader one year, but they were too bitchy and way too fragile, so she quit. A huge loss for them, of course. She wished it was the unfamiliar guy she was grinding against, but hey, you had to work with what you got. Besides, not nearly as many people would be watching if she was dancing with a boy.

He was drop dead gorgeous, and she could tell he was looking now, because she was looking at him. He had a weird expression on his face, and he almost looked…hungry? In a weird, animalistic way. It was kinda hot, really. The song ended and they laughed as everyone looked disappointed because the show was over. She looked back at the boy again and cleared her throat. She was going to talk to him, even though it made her nervous. She actually thought she’d found someone in forks who was out of her league, and that wasn’t something that happened every day. She tugged her dress- which was wrinkled after the dancing, and almost showing her panties trough the see-through stockings-so that it hugged her body in all the right places. She ran a hand through her hair and made her way over to where he stood.

“Hi. I’m Meg.” She cocked her head to the side, biting her lip. The kind of look that would drive any man insane… If they were desperate and from forks, that is. “You enjoyed the show back there?” she knew she was pushing her luck, but it wasn’t like her to not speak her mind, so she did. She noted that they had a similar style of clothes, and she liked that. No guy in town would dress like that, and he looked like a testosterone bomb.

[damon]

He watched her approaching him. Pushing away all thoughts about where he had seen that face before. Or who he had seen it at. That belonged to the past, a memory from he had been alive. I am the one in control here, he thought.
She was a good looking girl he had to admit, not that he ever chose those who wasn`t. Well there were some exceptions, but only if he was really really hungry. Just like humans, if they are hungry enough they can eat anything and if not they wouldn`t eat something that doesn`t look good.

Damon just raised an eyebrow to the silly look on her face. What was she trying to do? Look like a dog? That probably worked on human guys, not that he could get it, who the hell would fuck a girl with the expressions of a dog? Disgusting.. Apart from the dog expression she was even more beautiful, but not too beautiful, more like beautiful with an edge. She didn`t look like one of those slutty desperate girls with too much makeup, but he could tell from her behavior that she was used to attention from guys. A lot of attention.
Meg.. He wondered what her whole name was, but Meg was cool easy to remember, not that he would need to remember it for too long. Her so called show hadn`t been too impressive, but it had been nice enough to look at.
What was even nicer than anything about her was the scent of her blood, oh how he wanted to taste it.

Damon smirked down at her, just almost looking as hard to get as he was. Or he was impossible to get, he would have needed a heart to love somebody or that kind of emotions to be really charmed.

”No offense, but I`ve seen better.” Damon said with his deep, but still comfortable to listen to, voice. ”And I guess you want to know my name too, Meg.” He paused and stood up, not leaning against the wall anymore. Slowly he started to play with a cigarette that he had pulled up from his cigarette packet that lay in his right jeans-pocket.

”I`m Damon” He finally said and gave her the most charming smile a girl could ever imagine. That smile had tricked a lot of girls into his evil trap. He took a step closer to Meg. ”so, you are enjoying the party?” It wasn`t his best phrase ever, but after that smile he usually could say pretty much anything.

[megan]

She all but gaped at him. He’d seen better, huh? Alright, he was playing hard to get, but so could she. “You have? Really? Must have been outside of Washington.” She said amused. He’d really hurt her ego, but she was a great actress so she could pull this off.

“I’m Damon.” He said and smiled. Yeah, he totally though he was something around here.
He started fidgeting with a cigarette. So, he was a smoker. She handed him a bright pink lighter that she had in her pocket (It always came in handy, plus, it was cute and covered in white polka dots atop of the pink.) She’d always though Damon was a hot name because it was so unusual. It was also hard to wear with style; you couldn’t look like a boy scout and being named Damon.

“so, are you enjoying the party?” he asked her, and she laughed. He was playing hard to get, but that was definitely an icebreaker. She’d heard worse like ‘wanna see a gold coin made from the gold teeth taken from the Jews in World War 2?’ or ‘you look like one of those girls in that music video, you know? You get that a lot?’.
“Nah, I’ve been at better. I feel like the lonely life of the party.” She said and took a sip of her drink. It tasted like strong cherry coke, and she felt warmth spread through her body as the alcohol kicked in. “You fancy a dance?” she asked over the music.

[damon]

reallyto admire her keeping her face straight. Not many girls handled their temperament that well after such a comment. She defiantly was different than the first impression had made him think of her, cheap stupid girl. Which made this game a lot more fun to play. Still it was a pity she thought it was a completely different game.

Damon took the lighter and raised an eyebrow to its color and dots guessing it was supposed to be cute, still he thought it was just as cute as the dog expression. He murmured a thanks and lit his smoke. Sure he wasn`t the nicest guy, but he still thought being polite was important, or it depended on the situation. With pleasure he inhaled the smoke intro his dead lungs and handed her the lighter back. Wasn`t he lucky not needing to worry about the consequences of smoking?
He turned his head and breathed out the smoke not wanting it to hit her in the middle of the face. Aware of that he had lost his prey doing exactly that once before. Smoking was such an unnecessary habit with him being a vampire, still, it was a habit.

Her laugh was.. yes, even that reminded.. He really needed to get focused! Lonely? She sure hadn`t seem too lonely nearly humping on that girl while they had danced. Not that Damon minded her feeling lonely, because that might mean that she would appreciate him making her feel the opposite. Not in the end of the day, or night, tho.

Dancing, he didn`t really feel like staying at this party much longer. The sooner he could get her out of here the better. His throat was burning unendurable bad. After he had seen her dancing that didn`t really make it feel more tempting.

”Not really” he said in a casual tone, despite of his thoughts. ”The truth is that I have to agree with you that this isn`t the best party ever. It isn`t really a good one at all, tho I think you and your girlfriend over there” he tilted his head in the direction of the other girl (that was still dancing) ” made quite a few think other vise.[/b]” he gave her a sly smile.

”How do you feel about taking a walk?”[/b] he asked in a casual, but still nice tone that made taking a walk with a stranger sound like flying in the sky among angels or something more down to earth wonderful. For sure if another guy had asked that exact same question it would sound more like the meaning was : Let`s get into a dark alley where nobody can hear you scream while I rape you.
Damon was of course not planning to rape her at all, his intention was not that bad at all, he just wanted to have a bite. Fortunately for Meg he couldn`t kill her around here. Which also made all a lot more tricky. Oh how he was going to enjoy this one.

[megan]

she smiled sweetly up at him while he rejected her. who did he think he was? she didn't care that he was hot, and probably rich and an awesome kisser. no matter how cool he played it, she would play it cooler, and that was her rule in life. without a word she found a marker in her pocket and wrote her number on the back of his hand. "a walk sounds good." she said and started walking. she put her jacket on and looked back over her shoulder after a few steps."and you can call me when you've rethought that dance. and," she added, "I'm good at other stuff, too. buh bye, gorgeous." she said and went to her car. she'd only had a few sips of her drink; not enough to make her drunk or even the slightest intoxicated, so she figured it was okay to drive.

she wondered if he would follow her, or simply accept her rejecting. she wasn't really blowing him off, it was actually an invitation in her twisted world, and he ought to accept it if he wanted some real fun.

she didn't have to drive for long before she stopped by a small lake. she used to come there when she wanted to think, and foolishly enough, pray. she didn't believe in god, but hey, there are no atheist in the trenches, right? and she so desperately wanted her father and brother to come home in one piece.

she got out of the car and breathed in the damp air. it was dark outside, and stars decorated the sky. it was a beautiful night, if not a we bit cold, but she could manage. she took her boots off and sat down on the edge of the lake. she tested the water with her toes before dipping her feet in. the water was still warm from the sun the same day, and she felt relaxed and at ease, something she hadn't for a long time. she also felt vulnerable, because this was the only place she let her facade slip. no one could see her here, or watch her face, which was now as innocent as a child's face.