Author's Note:
Hey you guys,
this is my first Delena fic. To be honest, it's my first fic ever, but it's not my first writing experience. The plot swirled in my mind for quite a while, and now it was about time to put it down. It's so much fun to write this story and I would love to share the joy with you.
I hope you're going to like it.
If you do, or even if you don't, please let me know and review :)
xoxo Giuna
Chapter 1
Sitting there for already quite a while, he was absorbed in thoughts. Staring down into the half-full tumbler he held tight in his hands, he barely noticed his surroundings.
Only when the door of the New Yorker bar opened, his mind shot back to reality and his body was stiffening. The air draft brought a scent to the small bar that immediately got his full attention. It smelled so sweet, so delicious like nothing he had ever experienced before. Slowly, he turned around and his aquamarine blue eyes found the source of the intoxicating scent in an instant.
It was the girl who just rushed in. The wind framed her face with her waist-long, chocolate brown hair and brought another wave of her unique perfume straight to him. Together with her fast beating heart and her accelerated breathing, it cost him all his willpower to stop himself from lashing into her immediately. Instead, he gripped the Bourbon tumbler even tighter. With narrowed eyes and clenched jaw, he drank in her appearance.
She was slender with curves at the exact right spots, just the way he liked it best. His eyes lingered on her long bare legs, clad only in tiny denim shorts. Then, he let his looks move up her body over her skin tight, black tank top which gave him an adequate glimpse at her full breasts.
Only when she tucked a strand of her straight hair behind her ears, he realized that something was wrong. She wasn't out of breath because of a rush but because she was hunted. There was a panic in her deep brown eyes he knew all to well from his own victims at the very second they realized what he was, and what he was about to do. How hadn't he noticed in the first place?
Obviously, her mood had nothing to do with him, because she looked back over her shoulder as if to check if someone was following her. For him the situation seemed kind off ironic as she stumbled to the seat right next to him. He could barely imagine that there was someone she should be more afraid of than him.
While she sat down and slowly contented herself, he turned around once more. She hadn't registered him at all.
Still kind off shaky, she rested her head in her palms, breathing deeply in and out. After a few minutes she raised her head back up and searched the bar for the bartender. That was when her eyes finally found him. Of course she became aware of his beautiful face, with its ocean blue eyes, framed with thick black lashes and his pitch-black short hair which brought his eyes to shine even more. But that was all. No longing look, no smile as he had expected it. A little confused he frowned. Normally, he had a very different effect on women, or he used to have back in MysticFalls. Maybe the New Yorker girls had became callous since his last visit some decades ago. Great! Really great!
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked her, when he was back in place behind the bar.
"I need something strong!" she told him with a soft voice, but there was also a hint of desperation in it she didn't manage to suppress.
"What about a shot of Bourbon?" the bartender wanted to know.
"Sounds strong enough to me," she said but added quickly, "Make it double!"
The bartender smirked, turned around to fetch the bottle and a tumbler and poured her the Bourbon.
"Thanks!" she said, the second the bartender put her drink in front of her. Without hesitation she took it, swung her head back and drowned the drink in one single gulp. She grimaced and cleared her throat noisily at the sharp flavour in her mouth which burned her taste buds almost painfully.
"Rough day?" she heard a voice next to her, and moved her head to see the man on the other seat smiling at her.
"Rough life," she whispered sarcastically to herself.
"Sort of," she answered aloud and smiled slightly back at him. Actually, she wasn't in the mood for a conversation with a total stranger, but she could definitely use some distraction. Besides, she was in a local place; what should happen to her here?
"That makes us two," he said sympathetically and gave her a half-crooked smirk.
"Hey, Alaric? We need two more shots here!" he told the bartender and winked at her.
"Whoa, wait. I'm not so sure about that. My tolerance isn't pretty high," she admitted while she felt the warmth of her first drink spread through her entire body.
"Well, that is a pity. Just like drinking all alone," he pouted and waited for her to give in. He desperately wanted to know from who she was running away and why. And he was sure that some more alcohol couldn't hurt to find out even quicker.
"Fine, but only one more," she said empathically. She wasn't able to afford to get drunk. She needed all her senses. Especially her equilibrium, just in case she was forced to run again, although she was sure that she had accomplished to escape Mason and that he was still oblivious about her whereabouts. The only question was; for how long. A shiver ran through her body the moment she thought about him. She would never go back to him; she would rather die than go back to a life he had forced her in.
"There you go," the man next to her said and positioned the refilled tumbler right in front of her, washing away her dark thoughts.
He raised his glass to her while watching encouraging.
"Cheers!"
She imitated his gesture. "Cheers!" she said and both drowned their drinks.
"Yeah, much better, don't you think?" he asked and smirked at her grimaced face.
"Ha, yeah. If that stuff would taste a little bit better. It's kinda disgusting".
"Ouch. Bourbon is my favourite. Don't be so rude to a man's one true love," he responded and faked sulk.
She couldn't help but laugh, and recognized in this very second that she had forgotten how it actually felt like to smile. He joined in her laughter and knew that it was about time to introduce himself. Maybe if she knew his name, she would finally loosen up and told him what he wanted to know.
"I'm Damon by the way. Damon Salvatore," he told her and offered her his hand. She hesitated for a second but quickly brought herself to accept his gesture.
"I'm Elena Gilbert," she said smiling and their hands met.
Instantly, her smile froze on her face as a painful rush of electricity ran through her palm, shocking her to the core. Instinctively, she withdrew her hand from his firm handshake and looked fearfully into his ocean blue eyes which stared back into hers in disbelief. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew for sure that she needed to get away from him. Now!
"I… um… I got to go," she pressed through her lips, slipped from her seat and stumbled away from Damon.
"Hey, wait!" he shouted incredulously and jumped from his own seat to stop her, but she had already reached the exit of the bar. Damon was furious.
"What was that all about?" Alaric asked.
"She knows," Damon simply responded.
"Wait, you mean she knows that you're a vampire?" he whispered so none of the other guests would hear him.
"Positive," he snorted angrily.
"How the hell did she do that?"
"I have no fucking idea, but guess what? I'm gonna go and find out," he said, took his leather jacket and walked out of the bar like a predator hunting its prey.
It was ridiculously easy to track her down; he didn't even have to hurry. He could smell her, oh he could smell her. Her scent practically drew him to her; she had no chance of escaping him. It took him five minutes to find her, but he could have chased her down in under a minute if it had been possible to use his vampire speed. When he saw her standing near some traffic lights, Damon stopped at the pavement without hiding himself and observed her. His icy blue eyes pierced into her small back. She seemed lost in the crowded streets of New York, not knowing where to go, thus increasing his lust to catch her even more.
Suddenly, she turned around and her deep brown eyes locked with his and widened. He smirked while her face paled. She was frightened. First she stood perfectly still, but then she stumbled some steps backwards, turned around and ran into the other direction. That was all he needed. He ran after her a little faster than possible; within seconds he was so close to her, he could hear her heart beating fast and panicked in her chest. Damon could have grabbed her straightaway, but he waited until they where located on the same level as a small dark alley, before he wrapped his arms around her waist and drove her against the concrete wall of the building. She screamed in shock but froze instantly when she looked up into his murderous face.
"Well, hello again, Elena," he whispered in her ear while he grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall on each side of her head, holding her in place.
While he leaned hard against her, only inches away from her face, she could barely breathe.
"What's wrong with you? Let go of me!" she shouted at him wide-eyed but wasn't able to suppress the panic that vibrated in her every word.
"Mh…, actually, Elena, the question is, what's wrong with you!" His eyes roamed her face and lingered for a moment to long at her full lips before he pierced them back into hers. With her sweet, sweet scent he felt so damn attracted to her that he nearly forgot about the essential reason for trapping her there.
Elena on the other hand could hardly handle the proximity between them. Her heart thundered in her chest as his glances and the way he held her reminded her too badly of the way Mason had forced himself onto her so often. The might of those memories rushed through her in a terrifying way until she couldn't hold it together any longer.
"Take your hands of me!" she screamed as loud as she could and started to fight back, but noticed instantly that she was much to weak to get a chance to flee from Damon.
"Please… let go of me. I can't do that anymore. Please!" she begged with tears in her doe eyes. She was so scared of re-experiencing the torture again that she could barely stand upright. With closed eyes she threw her head back and forth while tears ran down her pale cheeks. She wanted to disappear, to open her eyes and to find herself in a place where no one would ever hurt her again, but of course that didn't happen. When she opened her eyes again she looked straight into a pair of blue ones. Searching his face for any hint of what he was going to do to her, the pained expression on her face screamed for mercy.
"Whoa, Elena, chill, I just asked you something!" Damon frowned in confusion as he regarded her sternly. He wasn't even sure if she had heard him; suddenly she seemed far away. Something was wrong. He had been rough and maybe a little intrusive, okay, but that wasn't a reason for a mental break down.
"Please don't do that to me, I'm begging you!" she whimpered and stared at him helplessly and totally on edge.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Elena. Please stop crying!" he whispered soothingly and loosened his grip on her wrists. Now dead certain about what exactly happened to her. Although he didn't do emotions, he somehow felt for this girl.
"I can't, I can't breathe!" she panicked the moment she felt her throat constricting and her terrified eyes widened but looked straight through him.
"Damn it, Elena. You need to calm down! Come on, breathe!" he shouted at her but didn't reach her in any way. He wasn't going to be successful that way so he knew there was only one other chance to make her think clearly. Well, and for him to get his badly needed answers.
"Elena, focus!" he said in a calm voice and searched for her eyes while he brought his hands to her cheeks.
"Look at me, Elena!" he demanded, but she tried to squirm herself out of his grasp.
"No! Take your hands off! Let go of me!" she screamed again and once more Damon got the feeling, that she went through a whole different situation than the one in which they where in. So he tried something else to get her to look at him.
"I don't want to touch you, Elena! I just need you to look at me!" he said to get through to her, but when the words left his mouth, he suddenly knew that he had lied. He wanted to kiss her, no he needed to kiss her, but not now, not like this. Besides, she finally looked at him in confusion and he snapped his chance. He invaded her deep brown eyes with his and she fell instantly in his trap.
"Elena, I want you to calm down!" he compelled her.
"I will calm down," she repeated; when one last tear trickled down her cheek before her eyes became empty.
"Well, that's more like it," Damon sighed, quite happy that she was silent for once.
"Okay, Elena. I've got lots of questions for you but I definitely want to leave this alley first. So listen! I'm going to take you to my place, its not far from here. While we walk, I want you to behave commendable, no screaming, no running, just perfectly nice. Do you get it?" he asked and examined her in depth.
"I get it," she simply answered with a blank expression on her face.
"Good girl!" he told her and took her arm to drag her with him.
Damon unlocked the door to his apartment, shoved Elena eagerly over the threshold right into the living room and closed the door behind him.
"Wow, we made it!" he said sarcastically, more to himself than to Elena, glad to be at home without any potential observers.
"Take a seat," he ordered and waved to the big black leather corner sofa on the opposite side of the entrance.
"I go fetch something to drink," he added as he already entered the grey, high gloss open plan kitchen.
Elena sat down as Damon had told her. What was he doing to her? She didn't get it. She felt like he had hypnotized her or something like that. She wanted to run as fast as she could, but she had no other choice than to do exactly what he wanted her to do. The second he had commanded her to calm down, she had sensed that her body obeyed his words, although she wasn't ready to do it on her own, but at least, the spiral of disgusting memories concerning Mason had vanished. Anyway, the whole situation had been more than intimidating because even though he had told her to calm down there was still the fear of what might come next, only without the natural reaction of her body. She felt caged inside of herself and that was horrible as well. Silently, she watched him re-entering the living room and placing a glass of water in front of her and a glass of Bourbon in front of himself.
"Drink!" he said and sat down next to her, watching her firmly. Elena took the glass and brought it up to her lips. She wasn't thirsty, but that didn't matter. Sip by sip she emptied the content of her glass while Damon smirked at her in satisfaction. She hated him for doing this to her and anger started to rise up inside of her.
"So, Elena, I told you before that there are some things I really want to know about you. Let's start then, shall we?" he asked, although he didn't expect her to answer anyway. He leaned back into the cushions, turned to face her and lowered his right arm behind her back onto the backrest of his sofa. Making eye contact with her he began: "One. What do you know about me?"
Internally, she frowned. What a stupid question was that? What should she know about him? She didn't know him in the slightest.
"I know nothing about you, Damon. We met less then an hour ago," she started. No, wait; there is something I can tell about you anyway. You are a psycho and… a dick!" she snapped at him and was glad that she was able to let her anger out on him. He watched her quite confused but also a little amused and cocked his head to one side.
"Rude much?" he teased and lifted one eyebrow.
"Normally not," she just answered.
"That's gratifying. Listen! Two: Why did you draw your hand away from my handshake?"
Uh, that was a less stupid question and much more difficult to answer. And actually, she didn't want to answer it at all but when she looked into his eyes, the power of his will over her broke her resistance.
"Because in the moment our hands met it felt like an electric shock right through my body. That frightens me to death". Damn him. Why couldn't she just shut up?
"Interesting, but you have no idea what that could mean, haven't you?" he dug deeper.
"Obviously not," she said unnerved.
"Rude again. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! You better be lucky to be clueless. Three is it then. From whom are you running? Apart from me, of course!"
Oh no. His questions were heading into a direction she was definitely not okay with. She hesitated while the stare of his eyes grew even more firmly. The pressure behind his words took her breath away.
"Answer me!" he shouted angrily and thereby beating her defense.
"Mason!" she answered fast, freeing herself from his invisible grip around her throat. "I'm running from Mason!" she repeated.
"Who the hell is Mason?"
He needed to stop digging! The anger inside of her started to feel almost as heavy as his hypnosis.
"He is my ex-boyfriend!" she told him with clenched teeth.
"Hmm," she heard coming from him as he watched her with narrowed eyes.
"So, tell me, what did he do to you that made you run away?"
No! Never ever would she give him the answer to this question. She bit down on her lower lip, so the pain would distract her from answering. She managed to close her eyes and suddenly she felt her heartbeat accelerating to the confusion and above all the anger inside of her.
"No!" she screamed at him and opened her eyes at the same time. In an instant, she rose to her feet and backed away from him.
"I'm not going to answer this question. I'm not going to do anything you want me to do ever again! I'm done with that kinky game of yours! I'm leaving!" She headed to the front door and reached for the doorknob, but in the very second her fingers slipped over it, Damon caught her elbow from behind.
"I wouldn't bet on that!" he growled at her, turned her around and pinned her wrists against the door. Again. Shit.
"You are a peculiar little thing, aren't you?" he asked, his face only inches away from hers. He could feel her heavy breathing on his skin while he looked deep into her terrified brown doe eyes, and once more her unique scent brought him to the edge of losing control.
What was it about her? She drove him crazy with her bold nature and her genuine beauty. He searched her face for a hint about how this first so weak girl, was suddenly able to resist his strong compulsion. That was new to him. No one had ever managed to push him away before.
"Back off!" she hissed at him.
"You're not going to do that creepy mind thing to me again!" she added less afraid but with increased self-confidence. She had accomplished to resist his hypnosis once, she could do it again. Angrily, she stared back into his damn blue eyes, and craned her neck provocatively in his direction.
Either she was really brave or pretty stupid, but nonetheless, the way she tried to defend herself against him was an incredible turn on to him. It cost him all his strength to keep his cravings at bay. Just gazing back at her, he grinded his teeth.
"What, no dumb-ass comment?" she hurled defiance, also her heart beat fast in her chest.
"Watch it, Elena!" he warned in a low voice. "You're starting to play with fire. I'm sure you don't want to get yourself burned, right?" he enlarged his warning as his gaze darted between her eyes and her lips. God, he wanted her so damn much.
"Are you threatening me?" the hard words slipped her mouth just the moment she realized, she had crossed the line. His grip around her wrists tightened while he lowered his face even closer to hers. "Now, I'm so past threatening!" he said slowly and with one fluid move he brought his lips over hers.
"Ugh!" she pressed her lips together in disgust and stared at him wide-eyed. Shell-shocked, she couldn't move just feel his mouth and in a fraction of a second her heart seemed to tremble as her world turned upside down. Damon pulled his head back; searching her eyes for a reaction.
Hardly breathing, and with dilated pupils, she gazed back at him when a switch inside of her flipped. She didn't understand what was happening to her in that moment, she simply knew that she wanted him; needed him. She looked sensually into his eyes and crashed her lips back on his.
He had expected anything, but not this to say the least. To finally feel her warm lips on his mouth made him groan in desire while she parted her lips to grant him access to her mouth. In that instant he deepened the kiss and released her wrists out of his grasp at the same time.
Immediately, she wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her hands in his pitch-black hair and felt his tongue slipping inside her mouth as his hands hold her tight around the small of her back. Actually, she had no idea what she was doing; she simply sensed an irresistible pull to him as if some kind of automatism had started inside of her. And there was no way out of it, she just couldn't stop; she wanted more… so much more, although she couldn't put it into words yet. His silk-like tongue invading her cavern drove her crazy and made her moan straight into his mouth in return. He responded her by digging his fingers even deeper into her flesh and dragging her closer into his embrace.
Kissing him so passionate and tugging on him like she was begging him for more, he felt himself harden against her stomach. Fuck. What was she doing? Almost losing his self-control he interrupted their kiss, turned Elena around, pressed her back against his hard chest, and encircled her with his muscular arms; taking a deep breath.
"No!" she whined "Don't stop kissing me! Please!" she begged nearly desperately.
Damn it! She wanted it, right? Only he didn't get why, especially regarding to the fact that she seemed to have some serious issues in that department. With all his strength he tried one last lime.
"You don't want to go there, Elena," he whispered into her ear while his hands rested right on her rib cage, his thumbs brushing the lower part of her breasts slightly. She sighed heavily. He smirked and breathed in her intoxicating scent. Ok, he wasn't playing nice, but who could blame him? He couldn't remember when he had wanted a woman so fucking much ever before.
"I don't know what I want anymore, but I do know what I need!" With that she turned her head to the side, grabbed his neck firmly with her left hand and started to invade his mouth with her tongue all over again as her right hand shoved one of his hands over her breast.
Moaning, he sucked on her lower lip and cupped her full breast lustfully. Damon could feel her nipple harden under the thin fabric of her black tank top, thus increasing his need to have his way with her considerably
"Ah… Damon …mhmm," she groaned his name into his mouth and guided his hands under her tank top. Hearing her saying his name for the first time… like this ...brought him to the point of no return and he was overfond of doing her the favour of touching her silken bare skin.
She felt his hands wander up her stomach, leaving goose bumps all over her body. She shivered as he reached her breasts again and smiled against her lips.
"Front close bra, huh? How convenient!" She breathed in sharply on his comment, remembering why she was wearing it, but when she felt him open the clasp in a smooth motion and he looked down into her eyes she melted away and forgot about the memory that had stolen itself into her mind. The sensation of his hands, finally stroking her bare breasts evoked a craving inside of her, she had never experienced before, sending a tingle straight between her thighs. Kissing her senseless he teased her nipples until she couldn't stand still anymore.
"Ah… Damon …I," she moaned nearly frustrated, still not able to put into words what she really wanted him to do.
"I know," he answered in a low voice, pulled his right hand away from her breast and placed it over the waistband of her denim shorts. Her breathing accelerated instantly as she felt him caress the delicate skin of her belly, before he slid his hand inside her pants. She inhaled sharply when his fingers reached their destination and she rested her head against his shoulder. The only thing she was able to do at that point was to feel. And that she did. She could feel him hard against her back and right between her upper legs. With low pressure, he moved his fingers over her hot damp panties and made her forget her name in the process. No one had ever touched her like this before, and she couldn't help but groan his name again.
"Its okay," he said soothingly. "Just let go." Damon kissed her temple and kept his head there. He didn't know why he was so tender with her. Maybe because of what had happened to her in the past, or because this moment really felt special. God knows why.
It was a damn good feeling to cause her pleasure, so when she started to tremble in his arms, craving for more, he tugged her panties aside. He slowly let his fingers glide over her wet, smooth slit, back and forth, back and forth, teasing her clit along the way.
"Fuck, Elena. You feel so good," he breathed out aroused and with closed eyes. The sound of his voice and the lust in it drove her over the edge.
"Oh God, Damon!" She wiggled under his touch and closer to her release she suddenly knew exactly what she needed him to do.
"Damon… Bite me!" she nearly cried, feeling waves of pure devotion running through her body, not able to think straight anymore.
Wait a minute! What did she just say? He stopped in the motion; slightly confused. "No! Damon. Please… Bite me! Now!" she ordered and moved her hips desperately against his hands.
What the fuck was he waiting for? Who cared if she knew what he was, or not. He continued to satisfy her with his fingers while he lowered his head over her neck, tucking her long brown strands out of his way. Elena shuddered in his arms, moaning loudly, waiting for him to fulfil her wish.
"There you go, babe," he whispered as he slipped his index finger inside of her oh-so wet slit and pulled in and out at a steady pace while his thumb circled around her clit over and over again. Her inner walls started to tighten around his finger. She held her breath while her whole body seemed to explode. When she screamed out her release, Damon finally sank his long sharp fangs into the delicate flesh of her neck.
