13: Hello, Jasmine
**Jasmine**
As soon as I arrived at the entrance to my apartment building, I made sure my coat was on, my mask was off, and my hands were kept in my pocket. They stayed there even when I occasionally greeted some of my neighbours on my way to my room. Once I reached the front of door 355, I quickly fiddled with the keys, smearing blood on them in the process, and then managed to get the door open before I shut it quickly behind me. The first thing on my mind was a nice, warm shower. I made my way to the bathroom and placed my bag onto the washing basket with the intent of washing it the following day. I then took off my outfit and placed it too, right on top of the basket.
The water felt heavenly against my skin, and as it cloaked my body, it released the red colour of blood onto the shower floor where it swirled into the drain, slowly mixing in with the water and making it smell like warm blood. I watched it for a moment and thought about how funny this situation was. I never expected to be anything other than a Vixen belonging to Lucien. But now I was a Vixen completely free and enjoying every second of avenging those who had been wronged. I was a part of something bigger and something I chose for myself. It was lovely, scary, but lovely.
I was, however, so engrossed with the smell and look of blood and the tired thoughts in my mind, that I failed to notice that I was not alone. It was only when I heard the bathroom door creak open, that I finally took notice. I didn't even have to look to know who it was. I smelled him. The scent now surrounding me resembled rosewood and maple syrup and the air was immediately electrified. After a few deep breaths and a whole lot of mental preparation, I switched off the water, turned around and opened the door to the shower door revealing a breathtakingly gorgeous man with beautiful hazel eyes, which first glinted in amusement and then slowly developed a lusty shine as they took my naked body in. His hair, usually messy-neat was now slightly longer, compared to its usually quite short length, and it seemed as though he had run his fingers through it, allowing most of the soft locks of dark hair to fall to one side. His skin which usually had a slight warm caramel tone to it was now paler and almost dull. After all these years, he had changed. I could see it by his eyes which no longer carried a look void of emotion and instead seemed to reflect most of what he was feeling. It took a moment before either one of us spoke, with him just raking his eyes over my body and me slowly reaching for a towel to wrap myself up in, not out of embarrassment, but because I knew how things could escalate between the two of us.
"Hello, Jasmine." He began. I gulped at the sound of his smooth voice which now sent involuntary shivers up my spine. I hated the fact that no matter what, he always had a physical effect on my body.
"Damon, what are you doing here?" I asked, walking up to him, wanting to push past him, out the door. He allowed me to exit the bathroom and followed me wordlessly until we got to my room where I began looking through my cupboard for some clothes to wear. Once I was satisfied with the underwear, shorts and tank top I’d chosen, I dropped my towel and began changing.
"You're going to change right in front of me?"
I turned to him, in the process of putting the top on and asked, "Should I be ashamed or something?"
"No, I just... thought you'd have the decency to cover up.”
*Decency?* Clearly, he hadn't actually changed that much. I responded by reiterating the fact that this was my house and thus I was under no obligation to be decent. "Now answer the question, Damon."
He sighed deeply before answering, saying that he'd found me after two years of searching and that he was here to take me back home, where I belonged. I was surprised to say the least. I would have thought that he would have left me alone and moved on with his life, but clearly, he really was still the same old Damon.
"I think you're misunderstanding something. I left, remember. That meant that there was no way in hell that I was going to come back. Can't you see that I've made a life for myself?"
A look of confusion and disbelief made its way onto his face. "Made a life for yourself? You have been town hopping for the past year and a half. You have been hiding and cowering in fear of me catching you. Do you honestly think that what you have is a life? All you need to do, Jasmine, is come back with me. I will not hurt you if you obey me. You have nothing to be scared of."
I stood there, half naked, just staring at him in confusion, and after a while of processing all that he had said, decided that there was no way I was going to let him live with that little illusion, thinking I was somehow afraid of him and always had been. So, I began slowly nearing him. He stood still, but kept his eyes on me, moving them from my underwear to my tank top, then to my face. His eyes did not once change colour as I had grown used to. Instead, they stayed hazel, but within them swirled deep pools of lust. It was strange, thinking that even now, in his human form he actually felt something. But I could not ponder over it too much, I needed to focus on playing around with him a little.
When I was just a few inches away from him, I stood on the tips of my toes, so my face could be closer to his, and said, "You'd like to think that I've been hiding in fear from you, wouldn't you?" And with that, I slowly wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and brought my lips to his. He froze for a moment, before he snaked his hands around my waist and brought me closer to him. He then licked my lower lip, and I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to invade it. I fought back with just as much force as he did, and as he began deepening the kiss, I found myself being overcome by the escalating feeling of lust which was literally urging me to rip his clothes from his body and take him right here, right now. But I couldn't, I would not allow my body to let me down as it had done so in the past. And so, I pulled away from him. His eyes were still half-lidded and now shifted between red and hazel, both colours completely consumed with desire. I then pulled him closer and moved to his ear, where I whispered softly, "Goodnight" and slammed my fist hard against the side of his head, knocking him unconscious. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, and I immediately began looking through my drawer for some rope to tie him to the bed. Although I had grown strong, and could probably match him in this form, he would still be stronger than me in his werewolf form, given that he was much larger and more muscled than my own wolf was, and I was unsure of whether or not I could beat him in a fight. So, I decided that the best thing for me to do, would be to restrain him a little, especially since he'd probably be furious once he awoke.
*What was to happen next would be fun, that much I was certain of.*
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