Damon perched nervously on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. After, what seemed like an age of thinking, Elena emerged from the door. She was wrapped in a towel barely covering her flesh, totally unaware of his presence and humming softly to herself as she stroked a brush through her silken brown hair.
"Hi" he said. Jumping, surprised she dropped the brush and froze, as the only material covering her quaking form rippled to the ground.
Her eyes grew larger but her body remained cemented in place as a shiver crawled down her spine. He could see how embarrassed she had become as red began to swarm in her cheeks and she dropped her head to hide her face. Although he didn't wish to make her feel worse by staring at her, now, completely naked body before him, could not help but happen upon to bruises covering her perfect olive skin.
"Elena…" he breathed flashing in front of her to gently turn her wrist in his hands. From her wrists he traced a line to her collarbone, where she winced. Purple and blue smudged across her skin, her neck had a hand print enclosed around it as if she had been strangled. There were marks the size of rocks creating patterns over her arms and legs. The worst was yet to be seen. After inspecting the shoe shaped shadow on her abdomen he circled to the back, and gasped. Who did this? I swear I will kill whoever did this. There were deep red gashes criss-crossing the entirety of her back.
"Oh my God" he whispered, placing his hand over one of the gouges.
Pain shot through her like a bullet and she doubled over in agony as her legs gave out. He caught her before she could hit the ground, careful not to pressure her back. She lay gracefully across his lap unconscious, while he stroked her face willing her to wake up.
"Please wake up 'lena…. Please… I love you Elena, don't leave me, please…" biting into his wrist he rested he flowing blood against her slightly parted lips, "drink 'lena, drink". Minutes of desperation passed, until finally she began to cough. Rubbing her back to try and soothe her he noticed that the cuts had closed and heals but left scars. As her eyes fluttered open he cupped her face and whispered, "hey… how you feeling?"
"Damon…" she gasped. As her eyes opened completely she reached up to his face and pulled him gently towards her. Lips millimetres, she leant up to meet him, capturing his perfectly formed mouth in hers.
