Delena fan-fiction.
May contain inappropriate content.
Part One
No texts, no calls. What was going on? She braked hard and turned the car off. He had to be at home.
She ran up to the door and paused. Should she knock? No. The handle turned in her hand; it was unlocked as always.
A quick look around at the old furniture and antiques. "Stephan?" No answer. Elena proceeded into the living room, then the kitchen. Nothing. "Stephan? Are you here?" Silence again. The entire house was eerily dark, the kitchen almost pitch black.
As she made her way across the hall to the staircase, the moonlight from the windows illuminated her features: her dark hair breezing as she walked, her luscious lips, so close he could feel them trembling, and that neck, that tender neck, hot with anxiety, it beckoned him closer and closer out of the shadows until it burned deep inside him, a want he could hardly bear any longer for the taste of her skin on his lips was overwhelming to a point of no return. He looked down. The counter he had once been leaning on was now covered in blood from his clenched hand. Sweating, he desperately tried thinking of something else, a distraction, anything. He stepped back into the shadows, teeth aching. Nothing was working.
"Stephan…" Elena had given up cooing his name. He wasn't here or at the grill, nowhere in town. He's probably out hunting, she reassured herself, and continued to admire his room with curiosity.
A few minutes later, after reading countless book-spines and sifting through useless drawers, Elena hopped onto the bed and lay looking at the ceiling. If anything she could wait for him here once he got back. But how long would that be? She peered out into the hallway, and around at the room once more. She cradled her head against the luscious down feather pillows and thought of his arrival. Her mind raced with exciting thoughts and her eyes grew heavy. The time of the night was finally catching up with her.
He swallowed hard, the cold sweat of liquor and temptation still wet on his face and hands; the magnetism of her scent alone compelled him step by heart wrenching step. She was in his room, she was on his bed, but more importantly, she was there alone. But at that moment a pulsing wave roared through his body, filling him with an overpowering lust for the source of this manic pleasure. He fell to his knees panting, gasping for air clean of her intoxicating aroma while holding the rafting for fear of drowning in desire. As her heartbeat grew painfully faster, his self-control slowly diminished.
He slammed her into the wall and snickered, eyeing her up and down. She clawed at his hands gasping for air, her sobs blurred her vision and the taste of salt disgusted her. Dangerously close, he breathed on her, the stench of hot liquor burned her nostrils as she tried desperately to break free. "Get off of me! Get off!" She exclaimed between wild sobs and thrashes, unsuccessful against pure delirium. In return, he held her arm steady by his lips; kissing it, smelling it, but she yanked herself away in disgust. She looked up at his eyes boring into hers with an insanity she'd never seen in him. They were dead of emotion yet livid with pure disoriented frenzy, and his smile, god, his smile was twisted, demonic and bore the image of his yearning teeth, dripping with saliva into her memory forever; he was completely possessed by temptation. A loud thud, then everything went from horrifying, to black, to the dim lighting of Stephan's room. Awoken and immobile from the fear of her dream and the fear of the reality of what lurked beyond the doorway, Elena sat still on the bed listening. Heavy breathing arose from the lower steps. Wide-eyed, she contemplated the possibility it could very well be Stephan. "Stephan…?" More breathing. "Stephan…"
Badum..badum,badum,badumbadumbadumbadum!
It was unbearable, deafening.
Badumbadumbadumbadum!
The sound ripped through his eardrums and seared his insides. Her veins, her flesh, her blood screamed for him, begged him to end it all and submit to his undying hunger for her. He grabbed his ears to contain any last sense of morality still keeping him at the bottom steps. It was too much. He wanted nothing more than to cry out in pain, to cry out to her.
"UgAH!" A gutteral roar arose from the staircase and reverberated through himself and the entire house.
Elena jumped off the bed at the sound, horrifying and heart wrenching, and threw herself into the hallway. He was there heaving against the wood, twisted and gripping the bottom stairs, desperately trying to crawl up. "Damon!"
No. She neared him, eyes wide with distress. He was going to fail her. She was mouthing things he couldn't hear, moving her lips wildly and reaching for him as she hurdled down the steps. His stupidity was going to ruin everything he had so carefully tried to rebuild time and time again. Closer and closer she came, as did her tantalizing aroma, the sound of her blood, her heart, and the hunger for her just near him. He ducked his head. "Elena…" His mouth was dry and gasping for the taste of her air. "-the shower, take me to the shower…" Obeying, she grabbed his arm over her shoulder and aided him up the stairs. "Damon! What happened to you? What did you do!" She frantically searched for answers, but his head hung slump even when his legs were partially moving.
"In here…" He exhaled when they neared his bedroom door. Panicked, Elena threw open the door and dragged his trembling body to the bathroom. The room quickly filled with steam after she turned the handle. She turned back to him, slumped on the floor against the wall and rushed to his side. "Damon? Damon, are you hurt?" She pushed the hair from his face. His temples burned her palm. "God, Damon, what happened-" But before she could comprehend, he gripped her hand and lifted his face to hers. "The shower, Elena…" Seething hateful, hungry, bloodshot eyes pierced through her. She tugged to move him into the water, but he still held her, his eyes fixed intently on her arm, it's pulse. His eyes were turning the color of her demise. Elena's eyes widened at the sight.
"D-Damo-" He tightened his hold on her; her electric skin was paralyzing to his self-control. He knew what he could do to her, what he yearned to do to her. His nose grazed her arm, smelling her intoxicating aroma while his tongue hunted the vein that pounded his eardrums.
"No..." She gasped, enthralled at the scene gone horribly wrong in front of her. His body ached and shivered for her, battling against his remaining conscience. "No!" Elena tugged free and stumbled backwards against the marble floor, her head slammed against the wall behind her. Dazed, she stumbled to her feet, staring in horror at the floor red with stains of blood, and his face twisted with animalistic instinct. His teeth opened her arm wide to the dangers of a crazed vampire.
It was too late. Damon lurched forward at an ungodly velocity and collided with her, mid stance, knocking the air out of her lungs. She desperately gasped to recover, but his hand was already at her throat, his other on her bleeding arm, pinning her helplessly against the wall. Completely overcome, his grip remained steadily cold; Elena's feverish attempts to claw at him were useless. He was choking her to death.
Badumbadumbadumbadum!
There was no avoiding it. The life he had worked so hard to protect was about to crumble beneath him in a deadly embrace.
"I'm sorry…" He mouthed against the skin of her arm, barely audible over her gasps for air, her terrified eyes begging him to stop. Damon ripped the shirt away from her shoulder and jerked her face to the side. It was all he knew and everything she wanted to change about him. Anger swelled at the pit of his stomach, empty from the only blood he had resisted so well since they day he first lusted for her. He laid his lips on her neck for the first and last time and lunged forward, awaiting a complete euphoria.