AN: This is something I came up with while trying to deal with the fact that Vampire Diaries does not come back on until January 15th. So sad, but I've seen a lot of hints online for what will be on the next episode so I decided to take matters into my own hands and write what I want to happen, so here it is!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.
A darkened road. One with nothing but trees from the thick forests of Mystic Falls, and the occasional large boulder or two. The sky was dark, and the moon was just beginning to make its journey across the blanket of blackness. The stars shown bright and helped the streetlights show travelers the way to the town and the way out. And on the road tonight, at at least one'o'clock in the morning, there was a single car, heading out of town, and straight into the mountains of Virginia.
The black Ferrari's interior glistened in the light of the full moon, and inside in the passenger seat, sat Elena Gilbert.
Knocked out cold.
For at least the time being.
The car went on into the night driving into nowhere, and was still going, probably at an even faster speed than it was before, in the morning when the sun had risen over the hilltops to say good morning to the world.
The sunlight splashed across Elena's face through the trees and she winced at the brightness. When she winced her jaw tightened, and so did her neck muscles. To her surprise, a river of pain rippled through her neck, but she was too tired to even open her eyes for a few seconds. No she wasn't tired, more like exhausted. She shifted, and another ripple of pain shot through her neck, and a new one revealed itself too. A stinging pain in her ankle.
Elena finally gathered the strength, and her eyes fluttered open. She was in a vehicle. A moving one at top speed. She watched as the grass, trees, and the black-paved road zoomed by her like a sideshow on fast forward. But who was driving at such a deadly pace?
"Good morning sunshine."
Elena turned to look at the driver. "Damon," she muttered. There he was behind the wheel. That stupid smirk was plastered across his face, and as usual, quickly disappeared.
"Is that every ones reaction to me?" he whispered under his breath. "Its about time you woke up."
That time his voice was loud, and although he was speaking at normal tone, to Elena it felt like a gong ringing in her ears. Once again the pain ripped through her neck.
"What time is it?" she groaned. "Where are we?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw Damon roll his eyes.
"Here we go with the questions," he sighed hard. "There's the clock right there." He pointed to a digital clock beneath the dashboard. "See for yourself."
Elena glanced at the clock. 9:00AM. For some strange reason, everything flooded back to her. Just last night she had drove away from Stefan's house in a blind rage of anger and hurt, and in her fury she crashed. Her car must have flipped at least a hundred times. And then there was the man. She'd hit him, and he'd lied there like a pile of broken bones…and got back up.
Elena's eyes widened in horror as she looked at Damon with her eyes not turning to face him. Him? She'd hit Damon? He'd tried to kill her? Then why was she actually all right? The only thing that hurt was-.
Her neck. And her foot was bothering her, but her neck. Her neck was screaming in pain now as she turned her head quickly to look out the window. She turned back to look at the road, and tried to keep her breathing even.
She was scared of what may be there, but another feeling told her that she knew. Slowly, she raised her hand and she could feel the tears begin to form in her eyes. Touching the base of her neck she felt nothing. Bare skin. Biting her lip she slid her hand up further. Further. Further. But just below her jaw, she realized her worst nightmare was true.
A single bite mark. Rubbing it, she realized that it was there. Not a dream. It was really there. The tears overflowed from her eyes and she let out a small scream.
A hiss from Damon and a screech from the brakes as Damon slammed on them. "You are not in a sound proof bubble. Must you scream?"
Elena was pulling at the door handles and pushing herself against the door squirming to escape him.
"You can't get out," Damon said. "It has child lock," he teased.
Her eyes blurry, tears streaming down her face, Elena was gripping anything in the car she could get her hands on. "You! You did this to me!" It wasn't a question. She didn't even bother to turn her neck away from him. She knew he could the bloody wound.
"Oh please," Damon snorted at her. "I did you a favor." He started the car and in what seemed like no time at all, took off speeding down the road.
"Oh, yes because being bitten by a homicidal vampire is all I wanted for Christmas." Elena growled plain sarcasm in her voice. Her voice cracked form crying, so it didn't come out as harsh as she would've liked it to be.
"I didn't bite you," Damon said plainly his eyes on the road. "I found you like that."
"You found me like this?" Elena said disbelievingly. She felt she couldn't trust him, but something deep inside her screaming was saying that it was the truth. "Than who did?!"
"How should I know?" Damon said a twisted look on his face.
"Logan could have-"
"Logan is dead," Damon said. "Police found him last night long before your accident."
"Did you-" Elena asked afraid of the answer.
"No." Damon answered quickly.
"How do you know he was killed before my accident?"
Damon pointed to the mark. "That bite mark? Yeah, it's not exactly what you call old. Lucky enough you stopped bleeding before I put you in here. And if it had been Logan, you would be dead. He'd been piling bodies up for days."
Yes. Thank God I stopped bleeding before I got blood on your seats. Elena thought before shivering at the thought of Logan ripping into her flesh.
"Then who?" Elena asked. Damon looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "You don't know." Elena said her lips pierced. The tears had stopped by then, and she was breathing regularly again.
If he hadn't been the one I crashed into then who was? Elena was puzzled. A better question being what.
"Hungry?" Damon's arm shot out in front of her. In his hand was a bag of Doritos. "I stopped by the gas station and picked up a snack."
Elena knew he'd stolen it, and the only snack he'd had was the poor young girl at the cash register.
"No. Thank you." Elena snarled not holding her hatred back.
Damon threw the bag into the back seat.
Elena glared at him, then the road. Then back at him.
"What?" he asked annoyed.
"Where are taking me?" she asked raising her eyebrows expecting a straight answer, but knowing she wouldn't get one. He enjoyed games too much.
The smile reappeared. "You would like to know wouldn't you?"
Elena grimaced. "Actually no, Damon. No I wouldn't like to know, what I would like is for you to take me back to Mystic Falls." She looked at him her eyes narrowed.
Elena watched a flood of emotions play across Damon's face and it surprised her when it ended it sadness. She'd only seen it in flickers before, but it was there as plain as the bite mark on her neck. Damon slowed the car to a stop, and sighed.
Resting his elbow on the steering wheel, he gazed at Elena. "Is that what you really want?"
Elena couldn't help, but gaze back. She'd never noticed how deep and beautiful his eyes we-.
No! What was she thinking?! Stefan had warned about this, but-. I'm an idiot, Elena thought mentally slapping herself. She'd taken off the vervain necklace. Another thing that happened during her rage. So keeping her mind set she looked at Damon and said in a clear strong voice, "Yes, Damon that is what I want." And leaning back in her seat she strapped herself in ready to go home.
Damon shrugged. "Alright then." He took off down the road once again. Elena stared at the road, and becoming bored, counted the white dashes painted on it. After 42, she realized Damon hadn't turned around. "Damon why are we still going in the same direction?"
Smirk. "Because we aren't going back to Mystic Falls."
"Damon!" Elena said furiously.
"What now?" Damon asked again. "Just because you want something Elena doesn't mean your going to get it with the press of a button."
Elena clenched her jaw, and sat back in her seat again. Out in the mountains away from her hometown was not how she had planned her weekend to be.
"Frustrated yet?" Damon asked joking.
Elena cracked. "Will you at least tell me where we are going?" She would keep asking until she got the right answer.
"And ruin the suspense and the surprise?" Damon gasped dramatically.
Elena rolled her eyes with attitude. After a few moments of silence Damon, with an intense stare towards the road, asked with sarcasm, "So do you mind telling me why you were on the road last night at such a late hour?" Elena knew it wasn't late for him. Getting home at four in the morning was late was for him. If he ever went home at all some days she guessed. Elena frowned and closed her eyes as she remembered Caroline. Damon had bitten her multiple times, and she wasn't even taking much notice and when she did she'd tried to hide it. He'd used her like a play toy, and his own personal drink fountain. So she grumbled with a dark scowl looking out the car window, "I don't have to tell or explain anything to you."
"Oh, but you do," Damon said. Elena sensed a little of a threat, but also something else but she couldn't place it. But he was right, because for whatever reason he came up with, she would have to tell him eventually.
"Your S.U.V. is totaled so I can take a guess you were going pretty fast which leads me to think you were a tiny bit angry."
Elena glanced at him. It had been anger all right. Mixed with sadness. Stefan only loved her for her appearance. She looked exactly like the Katherine from over a hundred years ago. The one who turned both Salvatore brothers in what they are today. The one who Damon had tried to bring back, and the one him and Stefan both loved.
Her nose wrinkled in disgust. She knew she shouldn't have ventured a few steps into their world. She knew the risks, the price, but was willing to go against all odds.
She'd loved him, but now… She wasn't so sure.
"Why didn't he tell me? Or you even?" Elena asked sternly.
"About what?" Damon let out a sigh his fingers drumming on the wheel.
"About-" Elena swallowed. "Katherine." She turned once again to gaze out the widow not wanting to look him in the eyes.
Damon replied with a cocky smile. "Well, considering every time I got within five feet of you you would slap me, I say I'd never had the chance, but-"
"But you did." Elena cut him off. "You both did." Maybe it was because they were afraid to admit the truth, she thought. She looked at Damon. Well, maybe Stefan.
"I did tell you she was beautiful-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know 'A lot like you in that department.'" She quoted him.
He gave another one of those cocky smiles. Elena wasn't amused. The vampire got a kick out of her annoyance with him. When he said nothing else, Elena dropped the subject, but told herself she'd bring it up again later.
As she shifted again, she realized she'd forgotten about her foot. Her necks pain had died down which was a good thing. Leaning forward to feel it she stifled a cry as she saw yet another wound. A gash just above her ankle. It wasn't that deep, but it stung from the air.
"You sliced your leg on a piece of glass," Damon stated.
Looking at him with surprise, Elena leaned back in her seat. How would he know? Then again he was the one who found her in her car pushed against the roof, with shards of glass everywhere. He saved her, while Stefan lied to her. Well they both lied to her, and she was sure Damon lied to everyone, so she couldn't blame Stefan. It'd all happened so fast and Damon was probably in the trees anyway.
But going on this…this…fieldtrip?
Why? Elena thought. For all she knew he could be leading her to her death. Maybe drop her off a cliff or he could cause an accident right here right now. But then why would he have gone through the trouble of saving her.
"Why'd you save me?" Elena blurted out without thinking.
Elena watched as Damon's eyes narrowed. He wanted to say something and she watched his face contemplating on whether to reply. She sighed at the same time he answered, "Well, would you rather have me left you there?"
Elena looked down at her feet in silence and Damon smiled giving the look of "I thought so." Letting her mind wander in the ocean of chances. If Damon had left her there, would she even be alive right now? But she decided to let it go and talk it over with Stefan later. If she ever did speak to him again, but if she ever got away from Damon he would be the first person she'd run to besides Bonnie.
Bonnie. Her poor friend who figured out she was a witch not too long ago, and then became possessed by her ancestor, and on top of all that was almost drained by the vampire who was arms length from her. "I don't mind being a witch," she'd told Elena. "But I just wish it came with some sort of guide book." Elena wished she could help her friend, but right now she needed someone to help her.
She looked at the clock. It'd been an hour since she woke. "Can you tell me how long it will take to get wherever we're going?"
"Nope." Elena was about to protest, but Damon wasn't finished. "Because we're here."
AN: So. There ya have it! I'm new here and this is my very first story, so reviews would be greatly appreciated and if I'm doing anything wrong don't hold back just tell me. (This may be a One-Shot depending on how most people like it.) Thank you so much! ~M
EDIT:
I fixed some things, and I had to change her injury because in order for the next chapter to happen I needed her ankle fine and not sprained. ~M