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Here's the first chapter of Do Not Go Gentle – I'm going to jump perspectives a bit in this story so just know that a BOLD first letter of a paragraph indicates a perspective switch. Honestly, this is a bit of a teaser chapter. Hope you all like it and come back for more!
Oh…. ***RATED M for smutty mature content***
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Prologue:
…. "Hello, brother" Damon was standing over him, smirk and all. His brain felt like it was covered in cobwebs and he was pretty sure he was in a coffin. How long have I been out? He wondered to himself.
"Damon?" Stefan croaked.
"Good to know you have your memory"
Stefan went to sit up but Damon put a hand on his chest.
"Hang on. I need to explain something but it's got to be the abridged version for now. You're going to see someone who looks like someone we used to know but it's not her. Ok?"
"Ok…." He replied, becoming more confused by the minute.
Damon took his hand off his chest and he sat up slowly. His forest green eyes swept over the room and took in the faces. Caroline was grinning broadly at him with Klaus by her side. A girl who looked very much like Sheila Bennett smiled timidly at him and next to her was….
"Katherine?" his voice was barely a whisper. He turned back to his brother, not even attempting to hide the shock on his face.
"This is who I was talking about" Damon nodded to the girl and she took a step forward.
"Hi, I'm Elena" she gave him an awkward little wave.
"Uh, hi" he replied, his astonished eyes flicking back and forth between the girl and his brother.
"I know. The same thing happened to me the first time I saw her but I swear to you, that is not Katherine Pierce. This is Elena Gilbert. John and Isobel's daughter" Damon told him.
"I think you have a lot of explaining to do" The cobwebs were starting to shake loose and his mind was suddenly filled with a thousand questions.
"Understatement of the century" Damon offered his hand to his brother and Stefan grasped it, allowing Damon to help him from the coffin.
Chapter 1
A low, unnatural fog swirled around Bonnie's feet and she heard a crow caw in the distance. She let out an exasperated sigh.
"Stop it, Damon" she called out into the nothingness.
Everywhere she turned was covered in the fog and she couldn't figure out where she was. It was disconcerting and she couldn't understand why he would be playing with the silly fog after all this time.
He appeared a few feet in front of her and the fog dissipated around him as he ambled toward her with his usual over-confident swagger. A second later he was only inches away from her, vampire face at the forefront, and an evil grin plastered across his face.
"I can't stop being what I am, witch" he sneered at her.
Bonnie leaned back, stunned. This wasn't right. Something about this wasn't right. He called her Witchy all the time but 'witch' sounded like an insult. The fog was still obscuring the space around them and she shivered as she felt it creep over her skin.
"Where are we?" she demanded.
"Where you were always going to end up" he replied ominously.
Abruptly the fog disappeared and she realized they were standing in the graveyard behind her house. Before she could say anything, he was attacking her neck, tearing into her skin with his deadly sharp teeth. She screamed in pain but it only fueled him on and she felt herself starting to get weak. Death was just around the corner and the searing pain in her neck was starting to fade. Her vision started to go black…..
Bonnie sat bolt upright and barely stifled a scream. A quick glance at the clock told her it was only 4am. It was the third dream this week where one of her vampire friends had tried to kill her and she begrudgingly admitted to herself that she had to tell Damon. Things had been going so well and she hadn't wanted to rock the boat. She'd tried a sleeping potion, a dream spell, and a charm to ward off evil magic. Nothing had worked. He was going to be mad that she'd waited to tell him but Stefan had only been awake for two weeks and Elena was still adjusting to vampirism. Knowing that she would never get back to sleep now, she crawled out of the warm bed and wrapped her favorite quilt around her. Fall was setting in and the walk to the mansion was starting to get longer with the cold bite in the air. It made her wish that witches actually rode brooms. She considered making breakfast in her own kitchen but, no matter how much work she did to it, the space had nothing on the big kitchen. It didn't hurt that it was twice the size of hers and Damon had every kitchen gadget under the sun. In the end, she pulled warm boots over jeans and a scarf over her sweater then set out through the trees. The morning was silent and dark and Bonnie sensed snow in the air. Damon had explained the transfer of power thing as best he could to her but she'd had to do her own research. What she'd discovered sent her mind reeling. As the youngest living Bennett witch, when her Grams died she had passed seemingly limitless generations of Bennett magic over to Bonnie. She'd never felt so connected to the world and people around her. With the lightest touch, she could bring a flower to bloom. A mere thought from her and the wind howled through the trees. The snap of her fingers brought a flame to life.
Too bad I can't figure out how to warm up for a ten minute walk. She thought as the mansion appeared a short distance away.
The kitchen was blessedly warm when she walked through the back door and found Damon already making scrambled eggs with cheese. Elena's favorite.
"Morning" he said distractedly as he cracked an egg.
"Morning" she replied "you're up early."
"So are you"
"I had a weird dream" she confessed, grabbing flour and a measuring cup.
"Yeah? What about?" he asked
"Waffles?" he interjected quickly.
She nodded and he reached into a cupboard to hand her the waffle iron. She accepted the iron from his outstretched hand and took a deep breath.
"You" she said uncomfortably and turned to collect the rest of the waffle ingredients.
Damon's eyes went wide "If you're going to tell me you had a sex dream about me, I don't want to know."
"No! You killed me."
"Oh. Sorry about that" he said, sounding blasé.
"You were using the fog and the crow" she said seriously, mixing the batter.
"How juvenile" he replied mockingly and cracked another egg.
She glared at him, frustrated at his lack of concern.
"It's the third dream I've had like this"
That caught his attention and he stopped mid whisk. Turning the burner heat to low, he leaned against the counter and stared at the back of Bonnie's head. She could feel him watching her but she refused to turn away from the waffle iron.
"And you're just now telling me about it? Is it me that kills you every time?" he asked, sounding annoyed.
"Yes, I thought I could handle it by myself and no, it's not you every time."
"That was stupid of you. Who else?"
"I didn't want to bother you. You have a lot going on" she said, deliberately avoiding his question.
"That's so sweet of you" his voice dripped sarcasm.
"So who else kills you in the dreams?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter" she said dismissively.
"It does matter. Tell me" the sarcasm was gone and he was giving her that domineering stare. Though she'd never been truly afraid of him, that look had intimidated her when she was a little girl and the effect had never worn off.
"Stefan and Caroline" she told him meekly.
"Stefan and Caroline, what?" Stefan asked.
Damon looked up to see his brother standing in the archway. It had been two weeks since Stefan had woken up from his extremely long nap. It had been a strange and happy reunion, though it had taken him a few days to come around to Elena. At first he could barely look at her. As if he was afraid that any moment she would reveal herself as Katherine in disguise and kill them all. Elena had tried so hard to make conversation with him, asking him about books and inviting him to eat with them, but he'd treated her like a ghost with half replies and curt nods. It had taken Caroline the better part of a day to convince him to just sit with Elena for a few hours. Damon had paced like an agitated panther outside the library as Caroline pleaded with Stefan. He needed his girl and his brother to get along and if Caroline couldn't convince Stefan, no one could.
She's the girl that Damon loves. Doesn't she at least deserve a chance?
That had done it. If Stefan had one weak spot, it was his guilty conscience. He'd agreed to sit in the library and talk to Elena the next day. As it happened, they had a lot in common. They'd spent hours bonding over their love of classic books and bad oldies rock music. By the time they came out of the library, they were practically BFF's. After that, Stefan started joining them for dinner every night and he'd told Damon again and again how great it was to see him so happy. He'd even offered to help Elena control her vampire urges. Damon was good at a lot of things but control was not one of them and he'd encouraged Elena to take his brother up on the offer. It seemed to be going well so far. He and Stefan had taken her into town with them a few days ago and she'd only vamped once. She'd tamped it down in a matter of seconds and he'd felt a strange sense of pride surge through him. If anyone had the right temperament for vampirism, it was his girl.
"Bonnie is dreaming that we kill her" he told Stefan.
Stefan's brow furrowed as he snatched an apple from the bowl on the counter and tossed it in the air.
"Is that something to be worried about?" he asked as he caught the apple and crunched into it.
"I don't know" Bonnie replied "but it's starting to get strange. First it was Stefan with no humanity, then Caroline with no humanity. Then Damon with the fog and the crow."
"Sounds like someone's playing with your head" Klaus said as he wandered in and sat down at the kitchen island.
"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked and pulled a perfectly golden brown waffle from the iron.
"Those sound like dreams someone put in your head."
"What makes you think that?" Stefan chimed in.
Damon continued to cook but he listened intently, both to the conversation and for any sound of Elena stirring in his room. He'd intended to bring her breakfast in bed and he was hoping she would still be asleep by the time he was done. Or at least still in his bed.
"Why would you dream about the people closest to you harming you?" he asked Bonnie "and you know full well Damon hasn't used his vampire tricks in ages. It doesn't make sense. Not to mention that you're a very powerful witch. If you wanted to stop a normal nightmare, it would be as easy as mixing a potion. These are meant to frighten you." Klaus explained.
"Is there anything we can do about it?" Damon asked.
"Figure out who's causing them and stop them" his friend told them.
"Would you do a little digging for us?"
"Of course" Klaus replied with his sly grin "you know how I love a good mystery."
"In the meantime, maybe you need to break into Grams' brandy stash at night, Witchy" he suggested to Bonnie and forked a waffle onto the plate he was making for Elena.
"Gee, thanks" she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Hey, just trying to help" he said and set Elena's breakfast on a tray.
"Wow breakfast in bed. You really have been tamed" Klaus teased.
"Maybe but which of us do you suppose has the better chance of getting laid this morning, hmmm?" Damon picked up the tray with a grin and started toward his bedroom.
"Touché" Klaus replied with a laugh.
Bliss. That was the only word for the last two weeks. Elena felt like she was in some kind of strange fairy tale. She was wildly in love with an absurdly handsome man, who loved her back with equal measure, and they lived in his beautiful mansion. Also, they were vampires. She was still getting used to the fact that she was no longer human. The cravings for human blood were still strong but it was getting easier every day. Caroline was right, Stefan was a good teacher.
They'd been in line at the grocery store when the clerk sliced his finger on a piece of paper. The smell of his blood hit her suddenly and she'd felt her face start to change. She'd never been exposed to fresh blood and wanted to kill him so badly. Her fangs dropped down involuntarily the hunger burned through her like wildfire. Damon had immediately grabbed her around the waist. To anyone else he would have looked like an affectionate boyfriend but he was gripping her so tightly, it was almost painful.
"Just breathe, clear your head" Stefan had whispered behind her, low enough that only the three of them would hear. "You don't really want to kill him. He's an innocent kid with a paper-cut"
Nodding, she pulled air into her lungs as slowly as she could and exhaled even slower. He's just an innocent kid she repeated Stefan's words over and over in her head. Elena felt the veins disappear and her teeth returned to normal. The trick worked well for her. As long as she reminded herself that they were people, not walking talking meals, she could keep the urge to kill in check. At first she'd felt ashamed that she couldn't stop herself from wanting the blood, but Stefan had explained that the cravings would always be there. She just had to learn to deal with them. "Trust me denying the thirst is a lot easier than living with the guilt of taking a life" he'd told her seriously.
"Good morning, gorgeous" Damon was a welcome disruption from her thoughts as he walked through the door with a tray of breakfast balanced on one hand.
Her heart melted "Breakfast in bed?"
Elena could feel the stupid grin on her face but she didn't care. He was the most amazing man in the world and he was hers. Sitting up and shoving a few pillows behind her back, she continued to stare at him in awe as he set the tray across her lap.
"You're so sweet" she told him.
He gave her a quick kiss on the lips "Not really. This is just a ploy to get you naked."
"Lucky you, I'm already naked" she said and dropped the sheet she'd wrapped around her chest.
Damon's gaze turned molten "Eat fast."
He lay down next to her and propped himself up on his elbow. Reaching out with his other hand, he started idly twirling a lock of her chocolate brown hair around his finger before lightly tracing her collarbone, then moving down to valley of her cleavage. A little shiver of longing went down her spine.
"I'm trying to eat here, you know" she told him with mock annoyance.
"Hmmm" he murmured and dropped his hand, only to stare heatedly at her.
She managed to get a few more bites in before he knocked the tray on the floor and tore the sheets off her body.
"There. Now you're done eating" he said and went to drag her to him.
With a giggle she squirmed away and leapt from the bed with her vampire speed. She made it to the other side of the bed before crashing into the brick wall of his chest.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, smirking down at her.
Instead of answering she faked left then headed right as fast as she could. He was faster. Elena was almost to the bathroom when she felt Damon's arm around her middle. Suddenly she was looking down at the floor over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" she cried and made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle away.
"Uh-uh. You want to play chase, you better be up for what happens when I catch you" he told her and smacked her bottom playfully.
Heat pooled in her stomach as he carried her into the bathroom. She heard him turn on the shower and a multitude of erotic images flashed through her mind. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth to say something sassy. The words turned to a scream as he shoved her under the freezing cold spray.
"Damon!" she screeched and gasped as icy cold water splashed down on her head.
Damon made no attempt to hide his amusement, his blue eyes sparkled and a rare genuine smile was spread across his face as he snickered at her. He was still laughing when she grabbed his arm and yanked him into the shower with her. Shock flashed across his face for a second before the smile returned and he swiped the water from his face.
"Little minx" he accused as he reached around her to adjust the water temperature.
His hand dropped to the small of her back and he pulled her naked form against his fully clothed one. The blue abyss of his eyes had turned from frisky to passionate as they roamed over her face and body. She let out a shaky breath and stared at him in wonder. One look, one touch from him, and her entire being came alive. Desire flowed through her and she let her fingers trail down his chest to the hem of the now soaked black t-shirt that was clinging to his torso.
"You're all wet" she commented, tugging the shirt over his head and throwing it over the shower wall.
Then his hand was between her legs, gently parting her thighs, and slipping a finger inside her.
"So are you" he said, his voice low.
"Mmmm" was the only reply she could manage.
The movement of his hand was slow, tortuous, and she leaned into him with a sigh. He added a second finger and Elena's breath hitched as she grabbed at his shoulders. The tender caresses grew more demanding as he stroked his fingers in and out of her. His thumb found the tiny bundle of nerves at her center and her mind went blank except for the dizzying pleasure.
"Gonna come for me, 'Lena?" he whispered huskily in her ear.
Unintelligible cries and whimpers poured from her mouth as the orgasm rippled languidly through her body. Damon caught her under her backside just before her knees buckled and he lifted her off her feet. Wrapping her legs securely around his waist, she attacked his lips with her own. With a groan he took a step forward and pressed her back into the cool tile of the shower wall. Returning her kiss with equal fervor, he ran his hands over every inch of her slick skin. Everywhere he touched made her half crazed with need. Her quick fingers tore at the snap on his jeans and helped him push the wet fabric over his hips. Yes she thought triumphantly when he was finally naked against her.
Damon never tired of this; touching her, being close to her, inside her. They were insatiable and if it weren't for the four other people in the house, he would have gladly kept her in his bed for the next decade or so. It was a good thing neither of them needed to breathe or they would have suffocated on kisses days ago. He stood there with Elena's legs draped around him, steam from the hot water rising around their bodies, and their mouths tangled together for several long minutes before he dragged his head back to look at her. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up and brought her back down on his length, sliding into her in one swift movement. He watched rapt, as her lashes fluttered and her lips parted slightly. There was nothing sexier than Elena's face when he drove himself inside her. Her hips tilted forward, inviting him to go deeper, harder. He tried at first to set a leisurely pace but she wasn't having it, she bucked against him, pulling him in to the hilt. Hanging onto the last shreds of his control, he hooked his arms under her ass and pressed as deep inside her as he could get. She groaned in response and wiggled her hips.
"God you feel so fucking good" he growled.
Giving up on slow and steady, he started thrusting into her with abandon. She went wild around him, calling his name, her nails clawing at his shoulders, and her hips meeting his every movement.
"Damon…" she cried breathlessly.
Purple veins danced under her skin and her fangs were peeking out from beneath her lip. Slowing his thrusts, he let his fangs drop. They gazed at one another, as they always did in the moment before they shared blood, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of their inner demons. Damon had always considered himself a monster, a freak of nature, something to be feared. Every day that she'd been here, Elena had showed him in a million different ways that even monsters could be beautiful.
"You first" she insisted and he didn't argue. He pulled his lips back and buried his razor sharp teeth in the soft flesh of her chest, drinking deeply.
"Yessss" she hissed and twisted her fingers in his inky black hair.
Seconds later he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder and she took a long pull from the wound. The world around them disappeared and their bodies hummed with preternatural energy. Bright white light exploded behind his eyes and he picked up his pace again, driving them both closer and closer to oblivion. Never in his life had anything been this intense, it felt like they were one person instead of two as their bodies crashed together and they drank greedily from one another. It was like this every time; it left their minds numb, their bodies shaking, and an odd sense of being deeply connected.
Elena pulled away from his shoulder just as her core clamped down around him. Dragging his mouth away from her chest, he kissed her furiously and pounded into her so hard he heard the tile behind her crack. She didn't seem to mind, her legs were pulling him closer and she was moaning against his lips. Neither had retracted their fangs and he nicked her lower lip on his incisor, licking at the drops of blood that appeared as quickly as they disappeared. She responded by pricking his tongue on her own sharp teeth and sucking gently at the wound. Blood mixed in their mouths as their tongues swirled together, sending them both flying over the edge.
"Elena!" he roared as he pulled away from their kiss and came violently inside her.
She was right there with him, screaming his name and holding on to him for dear life as her body trembled and shuddered around him. The water started to turn cold as they stood there coming down from their high so he carried them back to the bed and collapsed backwards with her sprawled across her chest. They said nothing for a long time, just holding on to one another, reveling in the sensation of their bodies and minds being perfectly in sync. Damon made a mental note to convince Elena to ask Bonnie about the connection they both felt and could not explain. There was no comparison he could make to the way sharing blood with Elena felt, especially at the height of their pleasure. He'd shared blood before and no other partner he'd been with came close to what he'd just experienced. There was a power between them and it seemed to grow stronger every day they were together. As much as he loved it and didn't want it to end, he also wanted an explanation.
"Is it always going to be like that?" she asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
"God, I hope so" he replied.
"Me too" she said earnestly "I keep waiting for it to wear off or something but it just keeps getting better."
"Yeah it does" he said and grinned down at her "Wanna go again?"
She lifted her head to look at him with raised eyebrows "You can't be serious."
"Doubting my stamina, Elena?" he asked and rolled them so he was on top of her, the evidence of his seriousness pressed against her thigh.
"Never" she said and leaned up to peck him on the lips "but Bonnie and I promised to go shopping with Caroline today and I still have to get ready"
He rolled away with a groan "Are you crazy? You'll be gone for days."
"It can't be that bad" but she suddenly looked concerned.
"I'd rather drink squirrel blood than go shopping with Caroline. Trust me, you're going to wish you'd stayed in bed with me" he assured her.
With a sigh she jumped off the bed and headed for her dresser. A satisfied smirk played across his lips as he admired the curve of her back and the sway of her hips while she walked around the room that had become 'theirs' instead of 'his'.
"You're probably right but I already promised" she said as she pulled a shirt over her head.
Damon was about to make a snarky retort when the horrible screeching sound pierced his ears. Sitting up on the side of the bed, he let out an aggravated shout and gripped the sides of his head. Elena was next to him a second later, her hand on his shoulder and her eyes full of concern.
"Bonnie" he gritted out "Go check on Bonnie."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than an ear splitting scream came from downstairs. Elena's eyes darted between him and the door, apparently torn between staying with him and investigating the scream.
"I'm fine. Go!" he insisted.
Leaving him in pain went against everything inside her but whoever was screaming sounded completely terrified. Elena raced down the stairs to the living room where the awful sound had come from. She found Bonnie on the floor with her eyes rolled back in her head and in the midst of what looked like a seizure. Her body jerked and twitched violently as she cried out in agony. She dropped to her knees next to her friend and grabbed her shoulders.
"Bonnie! Bonnie can you hear me?" Elena tried desperately to wake her but Bonnie continued to convulse and shriek. She knelt behind her and pulled her friend's thrashing head into her lap.
"It's ok, I'm here. You're going to be ok. Please, please wake up" she whispered urgently and stroked Bonnie's hair.
Damon flew into the room with Caroline not far behind.
"Oh my God" Caroline said as her hands flew to her mouth.
"What the hell is happening?" he said frantically.
"I don't know. She won't wake up" Elena looked up at them helplessly.
Damon crouched down and took Bonnie's hand in his own. Instantly her eyes fluttered shut and her body stilled.
"What did you do?" Caroline asked.
"Nothing" he said, sounding bewildered.
He dropped her hand and a moment later Bonnie sat up, her eyes flying open with a sharp gasp.
"Bonnie? Are you ok?" Elena asked cautiously.
Bonnie turned to look at her, tears filling her wide green eyes.
"Blood, there was blood everywhere. And the bodies…Oh god there were so many bodies."
