Mine

Damon has been trapped in the earth for hundreds of years, now he's out, he's looking for his trappers descendant and the sweetness of revenge.
Then he meets Arella.
And it all goes to hell...

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4. Struggle

Damon didn’t return until the end, a cocky smile on his face as he strolled in and reclined against a wall, his dark eyes staring out from under his hood.

I shifted nervously, feeling as though I was suddenly naked.

  “Cut,” Brenna sighed and paused the camera. “Arella?!”

I pulled my eyes away from Damon and smiled sheepishly.

   “Sorry.”

  “Okay, Corbett, repeat the last line again and we’ll do some editing around it.” She grumbled but she could never quite succeed in riding herself of the chirpy, enthusiastic lilt to her voice no matter how tired or annoyed she was.

I turned my back to Damon and faced Corbett full on, yanking at the “nightgown” pulled over my jeans and vest top.

Corbett cleared his throat and nodded.

Brenna pressed play.

  “Juliet!” Corbett gasped, stumbling over to me.

I grasped his arms before he collapsed, holding him steady as he caught his breath, casting wary looks around us.

  “Romeo? Romeo what’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

  “Paris- I – I`m so sorry Juliet. I must leave Verona to uphold the peace.”

My face fell, my first true love leaving me?

  “But Romeo-“

He kissed me to silence and I focused on my character.

I’m Juliet. I’m Juliet. Juliet loves Romeo. She`s certainly not feeling self-conscious about kissing Corbett while Damon watches.

  “Cut.”

I expected the cut; I didn’t expect it to come from Damon.

Brenna turned to glare at him, Corbett and I move away from each other.

  “That,” Damon rumbled, stepping forwards slowly, leisurely. “Was excruciating.”

I folded my arms defensively even as my cheeks warmed uncomfortably.

  “And what do you know about acting?” Corbett spat, taking threatening steps forwards.

He had attended acting classes since he was six; he’d been in every school production not to mention some of the bigger ones for the town production. Corbett knew acting.

A small smile played on Damon’s lips, as if thinking of a private joke.

  “A lot more than you, pup.”

Something strange crossed over Corbett’s features.

For all his talent, Corbett rarely received criticism.

When he did however….

  “You know what? You’re new so I’m going to give you the chance to leave. Now.” The last word came out a growl that made goosebumps rise on my arms.

Damon cocked an eyebrow.

Unimpressed.

The bell rang, sharp and screeching through the tension.

  “Looks like we’ll all be leaving.” He smirked.

Corbett grabbed his bag and stormed off, Brenna fumbling with the camera to join him.

I followed soon after.

Not before hesitating though.

What the hell was wrong with me?

The guy was a jerk. A complete dickhead.

But he was new. Maybe it was all bravado? It couldn’t be easy joining so late in year 13…

I heaved a sigh and turned back towards the drama studio but, despite poking my head inside, I couldn’t see him.

  “Typical,” I breathed and turned back around only to be met by a black wall of muscle. I looked up to meet Damon’s melted mahogany eyes.

  “You came back for me?” He smirked.

I folded my arms in the small space between us.

  “No, I forgot my pencil case.”

His hand dipped into my bag swinging from my shoulder, and pulled out the red, doodled on pencil case.

  “You mean this one?”

I stared back stubbornly.

  “Yes.”

I was rewarded with a smile that did weird things to my head.

  “Oh you are interesting.” He rumbled.

  “Gee, thanks.” I unfolded my arms. “I need to go.”

  “No you don’t,” he said dismissively and my temper raised its hot head.

  “Uh, yes I do.” I pushed him aside and stormed off.

No you don’t? who the hell was he?!

I kept walking, trying to push all thoughts of Damon and his mahogany eyes out of my head.

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