19: Sexual frustration
**Jasmine**
As soon as I walked out of his office, I ran to the bathroom, mortified as realisation set in. Immediately I gripped the edge of the nearest basin and took in large, deep breaths to calm myself down. It wasn't working at all, and when I looked into the mirror, my eyes were still bright red and my cheeks still flushed. So, I resorted to splashing my face with water, rubbing my eyes a few times and then slapping at my cheeks. To my surprise, when I looked in the mirror, I looked normal−well as normal as I could look after what had just happened in the office.
I shook my head at myself in disappointment and pointed at my reflection. "What the hell is wrong with you, you horny virgin!"
Just as these words left my mouth, I heard the sound of the toilet flush and saw a timid old lady exit one of the cubicles. She stared at me with a sense of awkward caution, watching my finger which still pointed at the mirror. I awkwardly pulled it towards myself and hid my hand behind my back, smiling weirdly as I exited the bathroom door.
"Great, now I’m embarrassing myself too! Get a grip Jasmine!" I mumbled feverishly to myself as I made my way to the kitchen, still unable to fathom what just happened between Damon and me. I also realised that I was beginning to feel the remnants of anger and swirling, complicated emotions within me with each step I took, and with each breath I breathed in. I was not satisfied with what happened in the office. No, not in the slightest. I wanted more−more skin, more heat, more pleasure, more of his delectable moans, his face desperate in pleasure. The fact that I could not have exactly what I wanted just made me all the more angry and sexually frustrated, and I absolutely hated it.
"Hey Quinn, you okay there?"
"Fine, why?" I asked practically walking with legs closed as images of Damon's face flashed through my mind, as well as his gorgeously decadent body.
"You look flushed, and your clothes are a mess." Slowly I looked down and realised that there was a large rip in my apron.
"Is that a new fashion trend or something?" Hannah retorted as she came into the kitchen with a bunch of plates in her hand. While she was probably enjoying this, I was literally on the verge of another change in personality, and this time I was certain that all of me would turn beastly, and all of the people in here would be dead.
It was too soon for me. I should've stayed in the bathroom a little longer, to calm myself down, but I had been careless and embarrassed. Now everything got on my nerves, from the buzzing lights to the sounds of customers chatting, Macy's uneven breathing, Hannah's obnoxious giggling. And then finally, *his* voice.
"You better get the fuck back in here Jasmine, I−"
But I blocked him off from my mind, knowing that if he finished whatever he wanted to say would really set me off.
"I um"−I got cut off by a throbbing pan in my head and the stinging sensation in my gums−"need to leave."
And with that I quickly snatched my bag and ran out of the diner. I could feel my fangs now threatening to elongate and my eyes swirling deep red like blooddrops into a glass of water. I kept running and running until I got into a dark secluded alley just around the corner. Slowly my bones began cracking and I whimpered softly through the pain as I transformed. Once I was done, I growled lowly and shook my head, disappointed in myself. I had been able to control my transformations so well over the past year and a half, but now, all it took was a little sexual frustration to have me turning.
I stayed in the alley for a few more moments to recuperate myself and then trasnformed back. After a few bone cracks and clicks, I got dressed into a pair of emergency clothes I had stashed in my bag. In a fast and hurried motion, I grabbed the pieces of my torn-up uniform with a sigh and threw it into the bag. Transforming so suddenly was so reckless of me. Then again, what was I supposed to do when all of these violent emotions were swirling and raging inside of me?
After much contemplation and balancing of pros and cons, I decided it best to take the rest of the day off. It would be safer, not only for me, but for every single human in that diner. So, with this in mind, I went straight home, praying and hoping Damon would not be there, waiting at my door like the creepy little stalker he was. I was fortunate enough to find and feel him nowhere in the building and proceeded to rush to my apartment. I spent quite a lot of time pacing, hoping to calm my restless mind from the events of today.
"Stupid Damon. Stupid hormones. Stupid everyone. Damn it Jasmine, you need to get a grip! It's not like he's leaving anytime soon." I said, banging my fist against one of the soft couches. Suddenly, the sound of my ringtone broke my violent pacing, distracting me from my own little self-lecture. I assumed it would be Macy calling to find out if I was alright but was surprised to see that the caller ID was unknown. Despite this, I answered.
"Jasmine where the fuck are you!"
The moment I heard his voice, a tight knot in my stomach began to form and warmth pooled between my legs. I shouldn’t have answered the call.
It took some time, and a whole lot of heavy breathing for me to finally answer him through gritted teeth. "H-how the hell did you get my n-number?"
He said nothing for a while but continued to breathe heavily into the phone. So, I repeated, and this time he did answer, but not my question.
"Jasmine... are you turned on right now?" I could practically see the devilish smirk on his face as he asked this.
That was when I ended the call and threw my cell phone onto the ground, allowing it to skid to the corner of the room. I couldn't stay here, knowing that Damon knew I was craving him so badly. He would be here in a matter of time, eager to exercise his vengeance upon me. And so, I decided to go to the only place I knew would keep me sane at a time like this...
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