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Amethyst's Perspective:
"Well that was a fail," I sigh, as Kris and I walk into Mystic Grill. I notic it wis a restaurant and a bar. The building is built with dark wooden walls with dark squared tables with orange lights on them and a nice dark floor and a statue of rocks off to the side, giving the room a nice comfy presense. Though thats only half the room. They have a pool table off in a corner, while the bar is right in the front of the room. It has a dark wooden table that stretches probably fifteen feet across the restaurant. Around it, on its right, the wall is grey stone, making the bar look old and fancy, making that side of the room seem more worthy of looking at. It made the people leaning on it seem special. Different.
On the bars left is a red brick wall that makes an arch near an exit. It doesn't look as cool as the stone wall, but it still makes the room very exciting to be in. In front of the bar are many dark wooden stools and behind them were dark purple almost brown, wooden square tables and chairs, like the ones that are futher from the bar. There are also a couple rows of tables with those couch like seats that can fit up to 4 people. It seems like everything made out of wood here is made out of the same kind and shade. But even though that is, It doesn't seem like too much of it. It almost seems perfect. Gives the place a nice qualitiy. Or a high ranked look.
"Wow. This is a nice place," I say sitting down on one of the couch seats, expecting it to be more comfortable than it is. I sigh and try to find a comfortable way to sit. Shift right. Left. Forward. Back. Top of my body back, bottom half, forward. Perfect.
"It is," Kris agrees sitting across from me with a smile. He sits just like me, slouching into a cozy position. He must come here a lot, knowing how to sit immediately without getting soar.
"These couches are not that comfortable," I admit, looking down at my freshly painted dark blue nails. "It feels like I'm sitting on a rock covered with a thin layer of rubber."
"Do you want to move?" he asks sitting up. "We can."
"No," I say quietly. "I would like a mountain dew though." I give him a big grin, hoping to charm him into getting me one. A little guilt picks at my insides, but I ignore it, seeing I actually like this guy and won't be using him completely. It's only a drink I asked him to get. It's not like I asked him to get me a cheeseburger, a thing of fries and a smoothie.
"Okay," he says turning his head. He is looking for a waiter. I stare at him. It's like he'd do anything for me and he doesn't even know me. He wants to impress me. Make me like him. It's like he...he...
"Kris, do you have a crush on me?" I ask, trying to hide my smirk and humor that I know wanted to dance around in my eyes.
"What?" he asks giving me a shocked look. "No!"
"Come on," I laugh letting my smirk free.
"It's that obvious?" he asks as his cheeks start to redden. Oh my god, he's blushing!
"It kind of is," I whisper shaking my head.
"Oh," he whispers quietly. A shy smile forming on his face.
"But how can you like me?" I ask, continuing to talk casually. "You barely know me. Actually, you pretty much don't know me at all."
"I, ah,"
"Excuse me?" a voice asks behind. I look back, recognizing it. The guy from earlier, the one who watched me play badminton, walked with me, while thinking I was Elena, is behind me. I could never forget his raven black hair, bright green eyes that reminded me of tree leaves on a hot summer day and his bone struture. The sharp jaw that gave him a look of danger. I look at Kris's face questioningly, seeing relief written all over it.
"Ah, yes?" I ask looking back at the mysterious guy. He now wore a smugged grin.
"Ah, Kris is it?" he says towards Kris.
"Yeah," Kris replies confusingly.
"Please," he says to him. "Go home. I need to talk to your friend for a moment." The guy stares into Kris's eyes so intensely, I think both their eyes are going to shatter. I grip my seat, getting ready for the intense explosion.
"Okay," Kris says standing up.
"What? No! Stay Kris," I bed looking straight at him.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he responds and turns away. I frown. The thing is , he probably won't.
I watch him walk out of the grill with a strange expression on his face. Wary. I look back in front of me to see the guy sitting there, staring at me hard.
"Why did you do that?!" I hiss quietly. "How did you do that?"
"What do you mean? I needed to talk to you, I asked him to leave, and he did," he answers with a shrug.
"What do you want?" I ask sitting up straight. This guy might be hot, but for some reason, he is getting on my nerves.
"Who are you?" he asks darkly, narrowing his eyes at me. He has the most intense eyes I have ever seen. They're so...green. It's like they're glowing.
"Well I'm not Elena," I say picking up on his intentions. He knows I'm not Elena and now wants to know how the hell we look alike. If we do. Good, because it's clear he knows Elena, and that means he can tell me everything I need to know about her.
"That's not answering the question," he says with a fake hard smile.
"Who are you?" I ask turning the tables.
"I asked you first," he says as I see a hint of amusement fly through his eyes. So I'm amusing him, am I?
"I asked you second," I smile crossing my arms.
"Why does it matter? It's not like I look exactly like someone someone else knows. I didn't pretend to be Elena," he argues.
"I never pretend to be Elena," I sigh. I smirk at his facial expression. Annoyance and amusement. I am finding this kind of fun.
"Yeah you did," he lies smirking right back. Dame he made good smirks.
"I never said I was Elena," I point out looking around. It isn't a lie. I really didn't tell anyone I was Elena, I just listened to what they said to me while they thought I was. I didn't commit a crime.
"You never said you weren't. You never stopped me from talking," he smiles leaning forward. I did the same, leaving only a few inches in between our faces. He is even hot up close.
"Yeah? But I never said I was Elena," I say again with a shrug. " It's not my fault you thought I was. Hey, by the way I was acting, you should have figured it out on you own. Unless your Elena likes talking about Monkeys with aids and has a look of confusion on her face every time something comes out of you mouth."
"Well you could have told me you weren't Elena," he says tipping his head to the right a little.
"Where's the fun in that?" I ask as a smirk findd it's place on my face again.
"Who are you?" he demands staring at me again. The same way he stared at Kris before making him leave.
"Who are you?" I ask reliving the past conversation.
"Tell me," he growls staring profoundly in my eyes. "Who you are." That sounds like an order. I don't do good with orders.
"You first," I shoot at him, sitting back. I smile at his confused expression. "What? Did you expect me to all the sudden obey you like Kris did? Listen, who ever you are. I don't know why I'm being called Elena by everyone. And I would gladly tell you my name, once you tell me yours. Orders won't work. I don't roll that way." He just keeps staring at me. Not knowing what to say. He lookes all over me, as if trying to find something that seems to be hidden. "Hello?!" I say rolling my eyes.
"My names Damon," he answers looking away from me, slouching in the couch.
"Last name?" I ask turning my whole body. I now have my legs stretched out on the seat, making it look like I am half laying, half sitting.
"Now look who's shooting out orders," he smirks.
"It's my way or no way,"I shrug.
"Fine," he says still smiling. "Salvatore."
"Salvatore?" I ask puzzled.
"My last name," he says rolling his eyes. "It's Salvatore."
"Damon Salvatore," I whisper quietly. "You sound very familiar,"
"Really?" he asks in a bit of shock, "From where have you heard me?"
"I don't know," I sigh. The name he said earlier comes to my mind and I frown. "That name you said earlier, Stefan. That name sounds familiar too."
"He's my brother," he says not interested in the new subject.
"Really?" I ask quietly. Stefan Salvatore.
"Really. Now, I told you my name," he says with another fake grin. "Now tell me yours."
"Amethyst," I reply giving him a small smile. "Amethyst Kiss."
"You've got to be kidding me," he laughs.
"What?!" I ask sending him a small glare.
"Your last name is not Kiss," he says shaking his head.
"Actually, yeah it is," I lie, sending him a shrug.
"Well okay, Amethyst Kiss," he says with a smirk. "We have a problem."
"I kind of realized that," I respond scratching my head. "I'm being called some other girl."
"Who you look exactly alike," he adds.
"I figured," I grumble.
"I need you to come back with me," he says shooting me a smile full of michief.
"What? Back where?" I ask sitting up straight with my feet on the ground,
"My house," he replies as a smirk appears on his lips.
"Yeah, okay," I laugh rolling my eyes. "There is no way I'm leaving anywhere with you."
"I figured you'd say that," he says as his smile turns into a smirk that seems haunting. Fierce.
"It's true," I say trying to make more room between us.
"What? Your parents wouldn't let you? Come on, you know you want to come over," he says. I feel sorrow overcome my mind and stomach as I look down.
"I don't live with my parents," I speak quietly. "Not that that's any of your business."
"Oh," he says slightly shocked. "I'm sorry I brought it up. But just curious, who do you live with?"
"My brother Brandon," I answer quickly. "And he wouldn't let me come over, I don't want to come over and I won't be coming over."
"Are you sure about that?" he asks still smiling. Something sparkled in his eyes. Something I don't like.
"I'm positive," I say quietly. "And if you try to kidnap me, I'll get you arrested."
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Damon's Perspective:
"Damon," Elena calls walking into the living room of the boarding house. I just finished a cup of scotch and is throwing on my leather jacket on.
"Yeah?" I ask looking at her to see her browns eyes as tired as ever. She looks worn out. Like she's having lack of sleep. I wonder what she's even still doing here. Why she isn't home in bed instead.
"Where are you going? It's 11:00pm," she asks in a tired voice.
"Out," I reply walking up to her. I leanagainst the doorway, knowing she would say something again.
"Out where?" she asks curiously.
"I'm going to kidnap Amethyst," I say with a proud smile. I have everything planned. I will grab her when she's sleeping and just run her here, covering her mouth of course so no one would hear her scream if she tried to. She's going to love it. That is, if she wakes up.
"What?! Damon, you can't do that!" she argues, giving me a shocked expression I am really getting tired of seeing.
"You got a better plan?" I ask giving her a smirk. She looks at me doubtfully, I can tell she isn't sure what to say.
"Do you need a ride home?" I ask changing the subject. "What are you still doing here anyways?"
"I'm staying," she replies. "It's easier for Stefan to keep an eye on me." She rolls her eyes at the mention of Stefan, I just smirk.
"Why make things easier for him?" I ask raising my eyebrows.
"Because I don't feel like making things hard right now," she sighs, running a hand through her hair. Even when she's tired she has the gift of still being pretty. Unlike Kathrine. She looks the same whether she is wide awake or tired. Always looks like a desperate bitch.
"So whats your plan?" she asks quietly. "How are you going to get in?"
"I'm going to go through her window,"I say rolling my eyes.
"But don't you need to be invited in to be able to enter?" she asks with a frown.
"I'm already invited in," I smile.
"How?" she questions standing closer to me. Her scent flies up my nose, making my craving for blood only get stronger. The smell of her vanilla perfume makes me think of cupcakes. Then Caroline who I'm guessing she must have hung out with today after Bonnie's. I know Bonnie doesn't smell like Vanilla. Caroline, i know she smells something like that. I swallow down hard and force a smirk on my face.
"When she left the grill, she met up with her brother. I know it was her brother because she called him Brandon and she told me back at the grill that she lived with her brother named Brandon. But it also wasn't hard to tell. They look a lot alike shockingly. Or close anyways. He has a strong build and the same shade of brown hair has hers if not a bit lighter. He is tanner than her though. By a landslide."
"Okay," Elena whispers slowly. "Get to the part where you get access into the house."
"I am getting there," I sigh giving her a humorless smirk. "Anyways, I watched as they talked about stupid,unimportant things for a short time. Finally when they separated, her brother was walking my way. When I knew she wouldn't see me, or hear me, I grabbed her brother and compelled him into inviting me into his house and if he heard any noises tonight, in the house, ignore it. And if he saw me, to forget about it immediately and go back to bed."
"Are you sure you should do this?" she says with a frown, "I mean, she's not that important. She's just another doppleganger."
"Just another doppelganger?" I ask in shock. "Elena, this could solve a lot of things. And I mean, I would love three attractive girls that look the same sitting around in my house."
"I don't know," she sighs. "It's not that she's not important. It's just, I don't want her to get sucked into this too,"
"She could be your twin sister, remember?" I ask, standing away from the wall. "And she'll survive. Maybe."
"Yeah, I remember," she whispers closely.
"Okay," I say smirking down at her. I smirk even wider when I see her eyes look down and linger on my lips.
"Just don't hurt her Damon," she orders looking back up.
"It's me we're talking about Elena." I say pointing to myself. "Do you know me for hurting people?" She gives me an annoyed expression and looks away.
"Fine," I sigh quietly. "I won't hurt her. Not unless she pisses me off."
"Damon," she complains.
"If she pisses me off, I will react. I don't care what she looks like," I answer honestly.
"At least get her here without any blood loss," she sighs.
"I can't promise that," I sigh giving her a straight face.
"Damon!" she shouts in horror.
"I'm just kidding!" I say rolling my eyes. "And if she does lose any blood, I will be sure to clean her and it up before I bring her anywhere. I'll make everything...sparkling clean." Elena just wrinkles her nose and walks over to the couch. "Don't worry, I won't touch her brother," I say with a smirk. "Unless he volunteers. And by judging on how i feel right now, he will."
"Damon, don't touch her brother!" Elena yells.
"Well, if he volunteers,"I smile opening the door. "He volunteers."
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