Sleeping
It was too easy. Far too easy. If the prize wasn't as intoxicating he probably wouldn't have bothered at all. He watched her as she slept.
Elena.
His Elena…
She just didn't know it yet.
Damon looked down on the peacefully sleeping face and lightly ran a finger down her cheek. So alive.
His idiot brother thought he could protect her with Vervain. Damon smiled scornfully. How medieval. Clearly Stefan underestimated his brother. True, the girl could not be compelled, nor her thoughts altered in any supernatural way, but she was still human. Still prone to human weakness…and despite her protests he knew he was right.
She was drawn to him.