Vampire Diaries: Deathly Silence
Dominance
This room never did look different no matter how many times I walked in it, the same calming colour and typical young-adult decorating. I knew she was writing away in her diary that was one of the only things that had stayed the same in particular about her, she herself had changed quite a bit but with what she's been through could you expect anything different?
The only light that was illuminating the room was her bedside table; she was already snuggled up in bed with a smile on her face. You could feel her happiness radiating from her, but what could she possibly have to be happy about? From what I'd seen of her recently she hadn't done much but spent a little too much time with Vampires.
She's walking this way now, heading for her brother's room. That was one person I hadn't thought to check on, her brother. She'd only just reached her bedroom door when the sound of her brother's voice swam up the stairs.
"Elena, why is the front door open?" his voice was instantly beckoning Elena, I knew there was something I'd forgotten. How could I have been so stupid?
"I don't know, I haven't been downstairs it wasn't me. Do you think it was Stefan or Damon?" though her voice sounded strong as she shouted you could hear the subtle weakness; she wasn't coping well in these kinds of situations, perhaps it was beginning to take too much of a toll on her. I don't know how she coped so well for so long; she must be stronger than she makes out to be.
"Do you think we should call Stefan?" hearing Jeremy's voice once more reminded me of how vulnerable I was here, I should have hidden myself better.
"No need," I could sense that a new person was in Elena's room, he was dark. He radiated nothing but danger.
"Damon, god, can you please stop sneaking up on me. Did you leave the door open?" fear was ever present in her voice, who knew something as small as a door being left open could frighten someone so much.
"Whenever do I use the door Elena? Have you invited anyone in recently?" he was demanding, and straight to the point.
"No, I haven't I don't understand. Who do you think it could be? Damon, what if it's Klaus or Katherine?" Katherine? Why does that name sound familiar, I know her I'm sure of it.
"No it won't be them, we got rid of Klaus and Katherine is out of town. She's already said her goodbye's though I knew it isn't the last of her." Maybe she's the person I should seek out, this Katherine, she sounds like she could be fun.
Is Elena coming into the bathroom, what does she think she's doing? I can't run out, that man's in her bedroom. Shit, trust me to be the one who can't hide in a decent place.
"Hold on Damon, let me just sort myself out and then we'll go let Stefan know," she's locked the door, trust me to be that lucky.
"Shhh, Elena don't say a word," I can feel her shaking in my arms; I don't see why she's so scared. I turned her around to face me and for a moment she looked like she was going to scream until she stopped and finally realised who she was looking at. I held my finger to my lips, she couldn't say a word. If that vampire knew I was in her I'd be a dead vampire, god knows how old he is.
I knew she'd smile at me like that; happiness never strayed too far away from her face.
"Leena, what are you doing here?" her whisper was always impossible to hear for normal human ears, but to mine it was if she was talking perfectly clearly which made me wonder, could he hear?
"I came to see you stupid, now get rid of him we have catching up. Plus where's my clothes to, I need to change," she pointed to the cupboard and finally went on with sorting her hair and makeup out, trust her to clean herself up before going to see a boy. I began to undress down to my undies; I could feel Elena's eyes on me.
"You look good Leena, could you possibly get any fitter?" I winked only for a second and kissed her cheek lightly, she always knew how to make me giggle.
"I do it all for you, baby." Just as I removed the clothes from the cupboard and hide myself away again we agreed she could open the door, for a second I felt the cool chill of her room float through.
The air was smashed from my lungs; I didn't want to attempt to breathe not with this pressure on me.
"Who the hell are you and what are you after?!" dark hair, blue eyes. He seemed as fierce as his appearance.
"Damon, what the hell are you doing? Get off her!" Elena's shrilly voice was the only sound for a second until I felt it deep inside, I knew it wasn't something I could contain even if I tried. I threw him off with a stronger force than I'd meant to, his eyes showed how truly shocked he was only for a split second and he was coming at me again. Arms ready to tackle me down, wrong move.
"I wouldn't if I was you, why don't you play around with someone your own age," with his feet off the ground and his neck firmly in my grasp I felt my power flow through my body, strong and invincible. The way a predator should be.
"If you're going to kill me do it." My laugh was the only thing you could hear for a moment, I could feel the hint of fear that was radiating from Elena, she never saw this side of me. It was the one thing I did my best to hide from her, I'd failed her.
"I don't want to kill you, you idiot. You obviously mean something to Elena; I'd never do anything to hurt her. Maybe next time you'll be just a little smarter, so if I let you down will you behave?" whatever manliness he felt before-and had fallen from his face, he knew he'd been dominated and by a female.
"Fine." Common sense must be his last resort, typical stubborn man.
"All right," I lowered him slowly and felt like I had some control, but who was I kidding, whenever did I have control?
Once more I found myself whacked against the floor, this time with a hand help tightly around my throat threatening me with any move I made, it was only when I looked down I saw the stake he was pointing directly at my heart. Although I was cold already I felt chills run through me, with the stake touching my bare skin reminded me of my naked situation.
With his eyes barring down into mine I could feel his intensity filling me up, I wasn't scared. I should be, yet here I was failing to think up a stranger situation.
It only took a moment for him to finally release my throat from his grasp, I hadn't realised he'd been holding it tight enough to cause tiny cuts. Rage filled me up once again but this time I managed to control myself, Elena was here I should have known better.
"Damon, what the hell?" it felt like Elena had finally got her confidence back and for a moment Damon looked worried, he looked weak when she spoke.
"Maybe next time you should tell me if you have a guest hidden away in your bathroom, what did you think I was going to do, stand there and smile at her?" for a moment it looked like Elena was contemplating the idea until the realisation came back to her. As they spoke I stood up and began a walk to the bathroom, hoping I'd have a chance to get ready.
"Where do you think you're going?" irritation was the only feeling I had room for now, this guy just wouldn't get off my back.
"I want to get dressed is that all right with you?" for a moment I felt like he was going to let me, who knew I was so wrong. The corners of his mouth rose into this smile, fierce and dominating he had control of this situation he'd made sure of that. Who knew he'd be the one to be careful of pissing off, usually it was the other way around.
"You have to join me and Elena for a little walk, let's go see what Stefan has to say about all of this," his hand was locked around my arm in seconds with the stake in his other hand, he'd already began pulling me in the direction of the door when it came crashing open, Jeremy's face went from expression to expression quicker than you could imagine.
"Hey Elena, I checked outside and there's nothing out there, wait, what's going on here? Is that?" I allowed the innocent smile to spread across my face, what else was there for me to do? Then it hit Jeremy square in the face, he glanced between me, Damon and Elena and for a second he took in my appearance. I felt like I was being molested with his eyes until he coughed and moved out of our way.
"Elena, what's Damon doing with Leena?" for a moment he looked like he was going to laugh, he couldn't have made a worse move if he did; I'd had enough of being made a fool of.
"He's taking her to Stefan, its best not to ask questions. We're going are you coming or staying here?" he pointed to his bedroom with one silent wave to Elena he was gone. How unusual that a teenage boy could believe this to be normal behaviour, something had gone very wrong here.
"Damon, don't you think this is a bit much? At least let her get dress," Damon didn't need to look at me nor Elena when he spoke, his presence didn't need eye contact to make it effective.
"Elena, if it wasn't for me you would have been here with a strange vampire in your house, god knows what she could have done to you. Plus if she's so confident to get undressed in front of you why don't we put her to the test," this was a man who knew exactly not what to say, especially to me. Within a minute we were outside and the air was harsh against my skin, I was a fool to think the air would forever not affect me, I wasn't getting older but I wasn't the same not now.
"Oh Elena, next time I visit I'll make sure you don't have company over." I knew she was smiling, but she also knew me better than anyone. She knew what was coming.
Standing outside the car I could feel Elena stalling just long enough and I took my chance.
"Fucking bitch!" only a couple drops of blood had touched my skin thankfully, Damon was down on his knees and I finally took my moment to escape. With the stake firmly embedded in Damon's chest what more of a reason did I need to escape from his disgusting grasp?
"Elena, call Stefan." he'd taken the stake out already, this wasn't new to him. I didn't care, I kept running at full speed until I managed to reach the depth of the woods, I needed somewhere to hide, anywhere. I didn't have long. I felt his anger charging after me, he was fast I'd give him that but I was faster, I was older and stronger but I was also slightly weak when it came to contact.
"You can't run forever Leena; you're going to have to show your face eventually, I'll be waiting." He'd stopped only for a moment, I was safe.
"Seriously Elena, are you trying to get yourself killed?" her eyes were soft as she gazed at Damon, with his blood soaked t-shirt and a small smile spread across his face, he'd never been angry with her, he didn't know how to be. It was Elena.
"I'm sorry, she crept up on me. I didn't even know she was here, but please don't hurt her. I need her," the twinkle in her eye was intriguing enough, but Damon daren't ask any more questions. He signalled for Elena to climb into the car and for a moment she wavered if she should or not.
As Damon slid his hand through her hair and allowed his hand to rest on her neck she felt weak with passion but her loyalty to Stefan was enough to stop her from going any further.
"I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt Elena, I don't think I'd be able to cope without you," his words were filled with emotions he barely shared, and for a moment Elena felt like she was special, barely anyone got to see this side of him. It was almost like they didn't deserve to.
"Please don't worry Damon, I know how to look after myself after all I have been training quite hard recently, I know how to defend myself against a vampire," she allowed the easy smile to cover her cheeks and as he allowed his hand to settle on her shoulder she finally moved away and opened up the car door, the moment was almost too intense.
"Come on, I would actually like to get to bed at a reasonable time sometime soon," the once intense moment had dwindled down to nothing; Elena had had far too much practise when it came to handling Damon's intensity.
It didn't take them long to get to Stefan, who was relaxing quietly in his bedroom, he'd agreed to give Elena a night to herself and who knew that same night she'd end up spending half her night with him.
"Brother, we have news," Damon entered first with a glass of his strongest whiskey, he'd only ever drink it when he'd found himself injured or disgusted, Leena must have really dug her nails deep under his skin.
"Elena, Damon. What's happened?" it didn't take him to long to smell the blood and rush to Elena's side to check her over thoroughly.
"You didn't get injured did you? Damon what the hell happened?" He'd already reached Elena's side and was gentled caressing her face checking for any harmful marks, Stefan's voice was troubling itself, and it could hardly contain itself. For a moment Damon's temper flared up but as quickly as it rose it vanished, his eyes burning into Elena's.
"I think you should ask her, she was the one that got me staked." Stefan's eyes were already locked on Elena and she happily stared back, no emotion touched her face not for now. Her thoughts were running wild, she had to protect Leena, but this was Stefan.
"It wasn't my fault Damon; you're the one who provoked her so you got what you deserved. He attacked my friend Leena; she popped by to visit unannounced. Quite innocent if you ask me," for a second no one said anything until Stefan managed to find the right words.
"Leena, she's a vampire? How old is she?" the shallow swallow Elena made was enough to tell anyone how uneasy she felt, these were questions she didn't want to answer.
"Yes she's a vampire, and she's my friend. I don't know how old she is though," lies, why was she lying for?
"She's strong, so she has to be old. I just don't understand why she's here now, everything's only been quiet for five minutes, I don't see why we can't have peace from a foreign vampire for five minutes," annoyance touched Damon's voice with every word.
"Elena, do you have any idea why she's here, and why now?" her eyes still locked with Stefan's were iced over, she daren't show any emotion, the last time she did it lead to trouble.
"I honestly don't, she just drops in every now and again. She hasn't been around recently, for her own reasons," the tension instantly built that second and both Damon and Stefan had their eyes locked onto Elena, her face holding onto the least amount of emotion possible.
"What do you mean for her own reason's, Elena what aren't you telling us?" Stefan's hands were cupping Elena's cheeks lightly; she could sense his thoughts were reaching out to her. She smothered any worried thoughts from her mind and allowed a tiny smile to touch the tips of her lips.
"Everything's going to be fine, you two just have to stop worrying. Leena is no threat, not to me not to anyone, plus she never murders anyone, she's a breath of fresh air in my opinion," the twinkle returned to her eyes, as did the happiness that she'd buried for the brief moments.
For a second it felt like everything was going to be okay, Elena had made her way through the question maze, she'd protected Leena.
"Elena, if I find one dead body here in Mystic Falls when I'm out in those woods and they have an 'animal bite' I promise you I will stake Leena when I see her, I won't have her coming her and ruining this short period of tranquillity that we have," Damon's words were harsh and bitter, who knew if he was telling the truth the only thing Elena knew was she shouldn't doubt anything Damon says, he usually kept to his word, especially when it came to this kind of situation.
"At least let me say my goodbyes before you do, or I'll never forgive you Damon. Our friendship will end the moment you drive that stake through her heart, you don't know her," Damon's eyes widened for a second and he finally regained control.
"Then you won't be saying your goodbye's to just Leena, we'll say our goodbye's to each other as well," Elena's eyes fell to the floor, what harsh terms to end on but she needed her rest, her eyes lifted to Stefan and with a small smile he held out his hand to take hers and for a moment they allowed themselves to enjoy the sensation of their touch.
With Damon lingering out on the balcony Elena felt like she didn't need to say goodbye, she'd said enough and so had he.
"You know if you keep going that way, you won't have anyone left, you should really think before you talk," Damon spun on his heels, with his empty glass held tightly in his hand.
"What the hell do you want, don't you think you've done enough?" and for a moment the silence was the only thing between them.
"Actually Damon, I don't think I've done enough."
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