This takes place after they find out Katherine wasn't in the tomb. Anna got her mother out, no other tomb vampires got out, and Bonnie's grandmother did not die.
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Elena's eyes shot open and she's met with a black room. Nothing is moving except for Stefan's chest rising and falling behind her. He doesn't need to technically breathe but it is a force of habit for him.
She blinks a few times, trying to clear her mind from the fog of sleep. If it wasn't Stefan then what woke her from her peaceful sleep?
Shorty wanna thug. Bottles in a club. Shorty wanna hump. You know I love your touch. Ya lovely lady lumps.
One person comes to mind as Elena sits up and lets the heavy covers pool around her waist.
Damon.
With her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, Elena chances a glance at Stefan and sees him still lying peacefully on his back. The music Damon is blaring doesn't stir him one bit.
Biting her lip, Elena makes a snap decision and gingerly gets out of bed. She grabs the small, grey robe she brought from her house and slips it over her bare, naked shoulders. Stefan still doesn't stir when she steps on the floorboard that creaks.
She knows that she's risking a lot with her relationship to Stefan when she leaves him to go check on Damon. Stefan had specifically asked her to leave Damon alone due to his vulnerable state, but Damon is her friend...sort of.
She knows that Katherine's betrayal hurt Damon. She wasn't in the tomb like everyone thought and now Stefan is worried that Damon will go back to being the way he was when he originally came back to Mystic Falls.
Elena shudders slightly as she makes her way down the stairs. Just thinking of Damon and how he was when she first met him sends chills through her body.
The music is astronomically louder the closer Elena gets and cautiously, she peers into the parlor. She doesn't know what she was expecting, but finding four half naked, dancing girls covered sporadically in teeth marks didn't exactly cross her mind.
However, Elena can't help it; she lets out a small, disgusted gasp as the girls continue to dance. She looks them over and besides the wounds with blood dripping from them leaking from their bodies, they seem to be happy.
They don't notice her although her eyes connect with them. She sees their eyes are glazed over as if in a trance. It takes Elena only a second to realize that they've been compelled. Absentmindedly, she touches the locket around her neck and breathes a sigh of relief that she still has vervain on her.
Watching for a few more seconds, Elena figures she could blast a horn in the living room and the girls still wouldn't even flinch because of how dazed they are.
"Come join us!" A dark skinned girl shouts over the music as she giggles and smiles at Elena.
"There's always room for one more!" Another one adds.
Elena ignores them and scans the room one more time for Damon. She tries her best to ignore the blood on the carpet. The blood on their legs. The blood on their necks and cleavage. Her stomach churns the longer she's down in the parlor.
She really should have stayed in bed.
Stefan was right. Damon is not in a good frame of mind right now and Elena should not trust him.
Just as she is about to head back upstairs, movement catches her eye from above.
Her mouth goes dry instantly. Standing above her, leaning against the banister so casually, is Damon Salvatore. His elbows are resting on the railing above, his ankles crossed so nonchalantly. Damon's eyes are hooded, to the point where Elena doesn't know if he's really seeing her or not. A bottle of alcohol hangs from his finger tips and she takes into account just how empty it is.
When he brings the bottle of alcohol to his mouth Elena can't help but notice how Damon's dressed. His black dress shirt is torn open, revealing his creamy chest. His pants are riding low on his hips and Elena can distinctly see the hard lines of his abs that lead to his…
Stop it, she scolds.
But she's like a deer caught in headlights as his forearms go to rest on the banister again and she sees his shoulders. Weak in the knees, Elena can't stop herself from noticing just how good looking Damon is. She's always known that, but she's never had or wanted the chance to have a sneak peek at him like this.
Maybe I've never wanted a sneak peek because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it…
Shaking herself out of her daze, Elena's eyes stop raking over him and she quickly turns her head so her hair creates a nice brown curtain; shielding her face from his watchful eyes. She doesn't know why a blush coats her cheeks, but it feels as if she's catching him in an intimate moment.
There's a whoosh of air, and before Elena can scamper up the stairs and pretend that she didn't come downstairs, Damon is standing right before her.
He wags his finger, the same finger that is lightly grasping the bottle of booze.
"Ah, ah, ah," he chides lightly.
Elena doesn't have to have supernatural powers to smell the alcohol on his mouth. One whiff from him and it's enough to make her feel light headed. So light headed, that she takes a small step back.
Damon notices this and his lips curl in that arrogant smirk that causes the hair on the back of Elena's neck to stand on end. She thinks this is probably a bad sign, yet, her body is telling her that she's attracted to arrogance.
"You just got to my party. Where do you think you're going?" He purrs.
Damon goes to reach forward and tilt her chin up, but Elena swats his hand away.
"I wouldn't say this is much of a party." In the back of her mind she knows that standing up to Damon might not be the smartest thing to do right now. Stefan warned her that he is prone to lashing out periodically. However, Damon is her friend and right now she doesn't like what she sees. "In fact," Elena's stomach clenches in disgust as she hears the giggling and the girls in the other room. She tells herself it's from the blood and not from the green eyed monster. "It looks more like their death right now."
Damon's smirk drops instantly and the bottle of booze he's holding is now rolling away on the floor, the contents spilling on the expensive hardwood flooring. He takes a step forward and Elena can't read his expression. She takes a step back but he just follows until her back is against the archway.
"I promise," he starts to say but the way he's looking down at her is too intense right now. Elena can feel her heart speed up and she looks away. "Hey," cold fingers cup her face and Damon is holding her between his hands. "I promise they will make it back to their dorm rooms and that they will wake up thinking they blacked out."
"I get that you're hurting," Elena says while her hands rest on his wrists. "But you don't have to lash out by compelling these girls." She yanks his hands off of her and this catches him by surprise. "You're messing with their minds and biting them without their consent. That's wrong, Damon. And the friend I know," she emphasizes her next words, "The friend that I care about, wouldn't do this."
She feels a little smug right now, more so than she should be feeling, and in the back of her mind Elena should have realized that Damon wouldn't just drop this, but everyone's allowed false hope sometimes.
Moving past him, she makes it to the stairs again, before he's in front of her. Damon's hard body is right against hers. Not having anywhere to go, Elena struggles for only a second against him as his hands lay palm side down near her head.
She's trapped against him and the look in his eyes does not comfort her in the slightest. He looks as if she's his full course meal.
No longer can she see blue in his eyes, but rather, Damon must be so far gone that his irises are black. Bluish red veins dance across his cheek bones for a second before he gets a grip on himself and they disappear.
"Are you suggesting that there's someone else who would consent to me biting them?"
Damon leans closer so his mouth is right against her ear. With every breath he takes she can feel his warm mouth against her skin.
"I know you're trying to intimidate me, Damon," she tries to scold. But with the way her voice shakes it doesn't do much. Take a small breath, she tells herself. This is Damon. He might be pissed off and hurt, but he won't hurt her...she hopes. "I'm your friend. So I'm going to be here for you, and I know you're just trying to push me away because you're not used to having someone be there for you, but I'm not just going to watch you wreck yourself like this. Katherine hurt you and I'm sorry for that."
Damon smirks once more against her. Everything he does with his mouth she can feel against the side of her face. No longer can she just smell the alcohol on him. She also is consumed with his leather and woodsy smell. It's intoxicating if she allows herself to breathe it in.
"Weren't you listening, Elena," the way he says her name is as if he's caressing each letter, "I'm not trying to push you away." His hips lean in closer and she can't move. Damon is all she can see. All she can hear. All she can feel. "I'm trying to keep you here."
Heat explodes in her lower belly and robotically her thighs rub together to create some kind of friction. Damon is too close to have not noticed her movement and this excites him.
Nevertheless, the moment Damon's cool tongue and smooth lips press a wet kiss to her neck, Elena snaps out of it.
"Stop it, Damon," she hisses lowly in case Stefan were to wake up from them. But the chances of Stefan hearing them are slim. If he didn't wake up from the music then he probably wouldn't wake up from them talking. "You're better than this."
He's so close that she can hear him let out a small snarl. "Didn't you get the memo? I'm a vampire, El-ena," Damon ridicules. "I am a monster, and monsters don't care. In fact," his tone drops and no longer is he snarling. "Monsters take." Fingers stroke her skin, one hand reaching down and tracing up the side of her thigh.
Damon lets his hand sit low on her hips, playing with the waist band of her silk panties. His other hand is ever so softly trailing down her other side, stopping on the knot of her robe. Although his words and voice are rough, his actions say otherwise.
"Monsters want pain," he pants as his forehead rests against hers and they're nose to nose.
If she weren't wearing her necklace then she would have thought Damon was compelling her.
She hears her robe being untied and Damon's body pushes further against hers. The pain is enough to alert her body that she might be in trouble, but there's a small part of Elena that is wondering where this is going.
His eyes flicker down her body as he takes in her naked torso. How his brother is so stupid to let this vixen walk around the boarding house practically naked and needy is beyond Damon. If Elena was his then she would never leave his bed…unless Damon was with her too.
"Monsters don't care what happens to others."
She really should stop him, but she's frozen to her spot and a slight blush covers her cheeks when she realizes that just his words are turning her on. And if she can sense it, then Damon definitely can with his enhanced abilities.
Fingers slide from her hip to the center of her panties.
"Monsters take what they want," he breathes heavily as Elena gasps from the pressure he's applying. Damon's fingers are rough and hard as he pushes her. Her body responds automatically, something she isn't quite used to. Usually it takes Stefan a good few minutes to have her writhing in need.
"Damon," she does not say stop, although she knows that she should.
Everything about this situation is so wrong and dirty.
Never has she been fucked or fingered outside of a bedroom.
Damon's mouth ghosts over her neck, going towards the shell of her ear. "And now," his fingers push harder and she's ashamed as her hips grind against him. She's drying humping his leg and his hand to get any friction needed to push her over the edge. "For the first time in over a century I don't have a master plan. I'm free to do whatever I want. Whoever I want."
His finger curls and Elena whimpers.
"And right now," Damon nips at her bare collarbone. "I want you to cum. I want you to cum all over my hand and leg and the next time you're with my baby brother, I want you to remember that it was me, Damon Salvatore, who got you off when Stefan couldn't."
Heat is building in Elena and her panties are soaked through. His hold on her tightens as her body shakes and shivers in pure bliss. His words should not turn her on, and when Elena thinks back to this night she will be forever ashamed at how his crude language got her off.
She just needs a little more pressure. She's sure of it, but Damon isn't giving it to her yet.
"I can't," she cries. Elena wants to believe that she's telling him she can't cum for him, but they both know that's a lie.
"You need it harder," Damon taunts and his cock presses against her lower belly. Without even seeing it she knows it's large. Moving aside her panties, Damon's fingers finally slip beneath the material and with a harsh pinch to her clit, Elena falls over the edge. She bites his shoulder to keep herself from screaming out too loudly.
Although his words were crude and his want of convincing Elena that he is a monster is high, when she comes down from her orgasm, Damon is surprisingly gentle.
He smoothes her hair back and presses a soft kiss to the inside of her neck.
"Think about this moment the next time little bro is kindly touching you. Think about how you need a little extra roughness to get you over the edge."
He's smug and so conceited that it breaks Elena out of her haze. Hurriedly, and with precise movements, she pushes him back a step and ties her robe with disgust.
"What did you do?" She hisses because she refuses to believe that she just cheated on Stefan with Damon.
That's not like her. She's not Katherine.
And that's all that Damon is looking for right now. He's upset that Katherine isn't in the tomb. He's looking for a replacement. And sure enough, she looks exactly like Katherine.
"I will not be some replacement for you. I am not Katherine," Elena snaps. "I love Stefan. He's my boyfriend and if you come near me again to try to use me as a replacement then I'll be done with you."
Damon's smirk momentarily drops and Elena sees for a split second that he looks somewhat baffled. If it were any other time and any other issue then she would tease him for looking so human right now. It's not common for Damon to look confused.
There's another gust of wind and within a blink of an eye Damon and Stefan go crashing to the floor.
"Stay away from Elena," Stefan hisses as he pins Damon against the wall.
When Damon has enough of Stefan, with a flick of a wrist, he is shoved across the room. Damon adjusts his open shirt and his smirk is firmly planted on his face again.
"If you didn't fall asleep after one round of sex then maybe your lover wouldn't be down here seeking comfort with me."
Stefan growls at Damon's arrogant words and Elena is beet red from the top of her face all the way down her neck. Yes, she and Stefan were together that night, but when they're together she forgets about vampire hearing and how Damon must have heard them.
Oh God, she thinks, they've been together at least five other times in the boarding house. Did Damon hear those times too?
Stefan growls again before charging and it's vampire against vampire. Both brothers have their fangs out and she tries to keep up as they pin each other to the walls. Pictures shake, walls, crack, and tables break.
"Stay away," Stefan snarls one last time. "Or I will end you. Once and for all."
"You forget Stefan," Damon taunts while picking up a piece of wood that used to be from a table in their entry way. Damon lunges at Stefan and pierces his abdomen with the makeshift stake. "I'm stronger than you. Therefore, I will end you."
Damon lets Stefan drop to his knees with a satisfied grin on his face. His brother groans with pain as he rips the wood out.
"Stefan!" Elena rushes to his side and for a brief second Damon's smile drops. He watches as Elena coddles his brother and checks his wound like a doting girlfriend.
"I'll be fine," Stefan reassures Elena. "It'll heal in a few minutes." Stefan strokes Elena's face and Damon coils with disgust at how soft his brother is. "Are you okay? What were you doing down here?"
"I," she hesitates for a moment and the briefest of hope flitters through Damon's chest. Maybe Elena will confess to Stefan what she let him do to her. "I woke up and needed a glass of water. I'm fine though. Let's go back upstairs."
"Elena," Damon starts but realizes he doesn't' know what to say. He doesn't really have a plan. It's not as if he can say sorry because he isn't. Stefan got what he deserved. He should know not to go around threatening him like that.
"Stay the hell away from us, Damon," Elena demands as she helps Stefan to his feet and Damon is left to watch them walk up the stairs together and go back to Stefan's room.