(How Jordan looks at the ball)
"Ah, the pretty twin." Came Damon's condescending tone.
Rolling my eyes before forcing a smile to turn to him.
"Ah, the older Salvatore." I replied with the same tone.
I watched Damon's eye twitch; this gave me a satisfied feeling in my chest. I folded my arms with a smug smile, I had successfully gotten under Damon's skin today, perfect.
"I like you......" Damon smiled, gently placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it. I looked at the hand and then back to him with a raised brow. Damon was only nice when he wanted something.
"Need a favour...." Ah there it was. I gave a forced laugh, shaking his hand off me and walking off.
"Jordan, please." I turned when I heard the pleading in his tone.
"Fine, what?" I snapped.
Damon grabbed my upper arm, dragging me into an empty classroom. I could feel this burning need in my arm where he grabbed me, like some magnetic force was pulling me to something inside him. I scrunched up my nose at my body's irrational reaction.
"Relax, wonder-twin, I won't hurt you." His tone softened a little causing me a little confusion. He must have seen the scrunch of my face and deduced it to be fear. Forcing my face to relax, I put a little distance between us when he let go of my arm. I leaned against one of the desks as he leaned against the door. I assumed he would be listening to any noise to indicate that we were being overheard.
"So?" I asked a little impatient.
My anxiety was through the roof, I could hear my own heart beating in my ears. Damon cocked his head to the side when he looked at me. His light blue eyes ran up and down my small frame.
"Jordan, I promise, I won't hurt you." He assured me. I couldn't help it.
"Yeah, like last time." I snapped.
Damon had his humanity off and taken me to get Bonnie, who is one of Elena's best friends, to do a spell for him. I watched as Damon did something so unlike him, it had me open and close my mouth a few times. He looked down; I could see the remorse on his face.
"I am sorry for the pain I have caused you." His tone was sincere. I believed he meant every word. "Please believe that I am sorry."
I shook my self out of whatever trance I was in and nodded at him to continue.
"There is a ball tomorrow night...." I was shaking my head.
"Nope.....No way! I don't want to be near THAT family."
Damon sighed. He started to pace in front of the door before he turned to me.
"Elena will be going. Mummy Mikaelson wants to speak with her...." Damon trailed off.
I nodded.
Elena had come into my room last night, sitting on the bed to talk to me. I, in turn, just asked that I didn't have to be apart of the crazy scheme she had planned. She had laughed and hugged me tight, kissing my temple before she jumped in bed beside me.
"You already know....." Damon narrowed his eyes and I rolled mine. "You're ok, letting you sister walk into a death trap?" he asked me.
"Elena can handle herself, Damon. She is strong and brave...." Damon was laughing. I narrowed my eyes at him, folding my arms.
"Did big sister tell you that Mummy-Mikaelson has tried to kill her....a few times actually." Damon sounded smug as he watched my face morph from anger to confusion. I furrowed my brows as he walked up to me, placing hands on my shoulders. My body felt this fire where his hands were placed. I looked at each hand before turning to look back into those baby blue eyes.
"What time am I picking you up for the ball, Cinderella?" he grinned.
I fidgeted with my dress, feeling every nerve in my body riddled with fear. Damon summed up everything I had been left out of the loop on. Even my own twin Jeremy knew more then I did. I had grounded my teeth a little. He never lied to me and he was lying to me more and more.
Damon pulled his blue mustang up to the mansion and I whistled under my breath. I could feel my eyes widened; this place was like a palace. I could hear Damon chuckle at my reaction. I turned to him quickly.
"What?" I asked, feeling my cheeks heat a little.
"I forget, how young and innocent one can be.....before you scowl, I mean that as a compliment." He quickly added.
I laughed and smiled at him.
"Damon giving me compliments....." before I could finish that sentence he was scowling at me.
"Don't let it get to your head, little Gilbert."
We pulled up; a man dressed in all black was opening the door for me. I thanked him before fixing my dress. Damon walked around the front of his car, coming to stand beside me. He offered me his arm. I looked at it and bit the inside of my cheek as I took it. I could feel fire and tingles everywhere we were touching. The double doors opened, and we walked through. The first thing I saw was the extravagant staircase lit with dangling lights.
"Wow." I murmured, feeling my eyes studying the beautiful and open foyer. Damon and I walked through, I smiled politely as a few people from town bowed their head my way. I felt Damon pull away, my body feeling this hollow feeling instantly. He grabbed two chutes of champagne, handing one to me, before grabbing another as we walked over to Carol Lockwood.
"Hello Carol." He sung.
I walked up beside him, smiling brightly at the major.
"Hello." She replied. Looking at Damon before turning to me with a smile and an incline of her head.
"Hanging out with your new besties?" Damon asked.
I hid my smile behind a sip of the bubbly.
"I am the mayor Damon. When the oldest, deadliest vampire family move into your town, you welcome them with a smile." She held her glass up to him. They clinked their glasses before taking a sip.
"Hmm." Damon replied, looking around before his gaze fell back on Carol. "At least you know who you are borrowing that cup of sugar from." He smiled at her.
I stepped back behind Damon as Carol leaned closer.
"I am trying to protect this town, they have assured me they want peace and I have assured them, I will enforce it." She smiled politely.
"Mayor Lockwood." An elegant male voice suddenly cut in. My eyes widened a little, I could feel my heart fluttering nervously as I could feel a wave of power rolling off him. He had to be one of Klaus's siblings. I tried not to look his way, no point in putting a face to such a beautiful voice. I scowled at my thoughts, complimenting the Mikealson's, good job Jordan!
"We haven't formally met, Kol Mikaelson." I heard the sound of lips brushing against skin and found myself wanting to badly look at him. He sounded elegant and had the manners of a gentleman from Pride and Prejudice. I envisioned Mr Darcy and how he greeted Elizabeth Bennet.
"I hope your lovely town embraces us, just as much we plan to embrace it." I could hear the smile in his tone.
I watched Damon shift closer, offering out his hand.
"Damon Salvatore." There was a pause, I watched Damon's head tilt down in confusion. "Have we met?" he asked.
"I have met a lot of people. And you don't particularly stand out."
I snorted.
I froze before quickly making a hasty escape, leaving Damon in favour of Matt. He grinned when spotting me.
"Wow Jordan, you look very....nice."
I frowned a little before smiling. I always looked just nice and for once, just once, I wanted to hear that I looked beautiful or pretty and not by Elena or Jeremy.
"Thanks Matt. You scrub up nice too." I said, stepping closer and fixing his bow tie. I heard Matt's breath hitch, looking up and seeing his eyes widened. I turned to see Elena with both Damon and Stefan on each arm. She looked breathtaking and I found my mouth slightly fall open a little. Her dress was stunning. I smiled as her eyes fell on me. I watched her eyes widened slightly before she mouthed
'You look beautiful.'
'Thanks, you do too.' I replied with.
I turned to Matt as he watched Elena.
"She looks beautiful."
"Yes, she does."
I felt relief flood though me as Caroline Forbes walked over in a very beautiful blue and silver dress.
"Wow...Care.... look at you." I gestured down to the dress.
"Don't even.....Klaus gave it to me." She groaned.
"Has good taste." I murmured.
I slowly walked around her, inspecting the beautiful gown. If I could ever afford something like this in my lifetime, I would die happy. I felt someone watching me intently and tried to shake the feeling off. My money was on Stefan. He was making it his life mission to be my personal babysitter.
A few moments passed and I felt the stare move off me and relaxed, releasing the air I hadn't realised I had been holding in. There was a sounding of someone tapping the glass in the foyer. Caroline, Matt and I walked together through to the beautiful staircase.
I spotted Klaus on the stairs and felt my eyes narrow instantly. His blue eyes wondered over Caroline before he smirked at me, indicating he had indeed, seen me. I scoffed under my breath lightly, shaking my head and looking away. I felt Matt nudge me and I looked back up at him. I made a face, asking him what he nodded back to the stairs.
Elijah, I had the pleasure of meeting him twice, he had never brought harm to me. he had actually saved me. I watched him in fascination. He was handsome and elegant and perfect. I mean, if you could look past his dietary requirement.
"Welcome and thank you for joining us..." he spoke with courtesy and power. I watched as a lady walked down the stairs, my eyes finally leaving Elijah's body to take in the rest of his family. I skipped over Klaus quickly, rolling my eyes in the process. I found my eyes wondering back up to the woman as Elijah gestured to her. She wore a black ball gown. "You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it is tradition to commence the evening with a dance...."
I moved my eyes from their mother, whom I learned was named Ester to the rest of the family. There a young man standing a few steps down from her. He was devilish and handsome, and I found my breath catch in my throat, I moved my eyes from him skipping Klaus, again. He seemed to always be popping up in my line of sight and my head was thumping with him intruding my thoughts. I saw Rebekah with an emerald dress that hugged her perfectly, her long blonde hair in an updo style. Her eyes skimmed over the crowd before landing on me, her lips lifted in the corners as she saw me. Then I moved my eyes down to the last member of the Mikaelson's. He looked older than the rest of them but still as handsome. He gave me the feeling of feeling out of place. I sympathised with him, the new world would be scary if you have been daggered and carted in a box by your younger brother.
"If you would all find yourselves a partner and meet us in the ball room."
