Forever Got Too Long
By: Darkest Ember
Chapter 1: Only One Solution
SUMMARY: Damon is tired of struggling, tired of never being enough. So, he decides to do something about it, regardless of whether or not Elena is willing to accept reality at first. Takes place after 2x16 The House Guest, without Isobel's appearance. Will Damon become a bigger threat to Elena than Klaus, or will he become her new lover? This story will be strictly DamonxElena, with some potential developments for some StefanxKatherine scenes later on.
WARNING: This story is going to involve a darker, meaner side to Damon at some points. Some things are going to happen between him and Elena that probably will never happen in the show, but that's the fun of Fanfiction :) There will be violence, language, sexual situations, and gore in future chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. This is written for entertainment purposes.
Damon aimlessly pulled a blood bag out of the freezer and squeezed its contents into a glass. As a vampire, the sight of the crimson fluid should excite him, but he felt nothing as it slid smoothly down his throat. The taste was so bland that even his fangs were too uninterested to appear. He could have just been drinking a glass of ice water and wouldn't have known the difference.
This wasn't who Damon was, hasn't been. He enjoyed the kill – all aspects of it, the hunt, the tease, the fear, the taste. Oh, the taste of the human vein may have been what he missed the most. Bagged blood was nothing compared to the bite. That made his gums ache more than the sight of a freezer full of blood displayed in front of him.
He knew that something needed to change, but how could it? He couldn't just start killing again, not with the council still on standby from Rose's attacks. Yet he couldn't just relocate either. That would mean leaving Elena.
There was only one solution.
He smirked to himself as he discarded the withered blood bag on the stone floor. He would leave Mystic Falls, and take Elena with him, even if force was needed.
Katherine was bored yet again, trapped inside the dark and dreary boarding house. Naturally, she couldn't spend too much time outside its confines, lest she be mistaken for her human doppelganger. Not to mention she didn't much care for Damon's rejection the other night.
She could feel her grip on the Salvatore's slowly disintegrating from her absence and the endless current of time. She didn't like losing her power over them, or the impending arrival of Klaus – basically she didn't enjoy not being in control.
Stefan had long since left the boarding house to go to school with Elena, parading around like a human, though that was far from the truth. Katherine rolled her eyes at the very thought. She couldn't possibly understand why he'd want to revert back to a lowly human.
Where was the excitement? The freedom?
Still, that left her alone with Damon.
Elena noticed that both Caroline and Matt were missing from their history class. She was sure that Jonas didn't do anything that would harm them at the Grill, but that didn't really make her feel much better. And it didn't help that Caroline wasn't answering her phone.
Stefan should've noticed the same thing, but his mind was a little too preoccupied with other things. Like finding the witches' burial ground and figuring out how it could be used to their advantage.
This whole sacrifice issue had really consumed most of his, and everyone else's, lives lately. He still didn't even know if Elena was truly willing to not sacrifice herself.
It was funny, though. Last year at this time all he had to worry about was keeping his bloodlust under control.
Oh, how he'd kill for that to be his only concern right now.
"Hey, I'm not feeling so good. Why don't we skip last period and just go relax?" Stefan suggested, following Elena over to her locker.
She turned to face him in concern. "What's the matter?"
"Just tired of always worrying I guess." He shrugged.
She grinned. "Alright. Let's head back to my place, so Damon doesn't put you on Gilbert Journal Duty again."
Stefan nodded and pulled his car keys out of his backpack, slinging an arm over Elena's shoulders, drawing her close to him. She welcomed the security that his embrace promised.
Jenna was surprised to find Stefan and Elena walking through the front door an hour sooner than normal. "Ditching last period?" she asked, not turning away from the mess of papers scattered on the table.
Elena cringed, not expecting to get caught. "Sorry, Jenna. I wasn't feeling too good after lunch, so Stefan brought me home."
"Ah, one of those days," she laughed.
Despite the situation between Jenna and Alaric, Elena was glad to see that her aunt was doing a little bit better, and was at least able to laugh. Stefan, however, didn't want to stand around and waste any more time lingering in the foyer. He took Elena's hand and led her up the stairs, gently closing the door behind them.
She fell down on the bed as Stefan crawled on top of her. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against hers. Her skin emitted such warmth beneath him. It felt good against his icy flesh. His tongue ran along her lower lip, just as his fangs began to peak through his gums. Elena felt the sudden sharp prick.
Two small cuts were made on her lower lip and the taste of blood soon made its appearance known on her tongue. Stefan lapped at the blood, enjoying the briefest taste. Elena didn't protest. She knew that a little bit of human blood a day would end up going a long way for Stefan. Her eyes remained closed as she felt him sucking her lip. She felt no pain.
Once he had enough, Stefan pulled back and took a deep, though unnecessary, breath as the root-like veins beneath his eyes disappeared.
"Everything okay?" Elena breathed.
"It's perfectly okay," he smiled, lying down on his back and pulling Elena up against his chest.
Elena snuggled closer to him, thriving off these small, peaceful moments. She felt as though she didn't have a care in the world. As if everything was normal.
Until Damon had to call, summoning them back to the boarding house.
Damon walked up the staircase and found Katherine standing nearby, waiting with what appeared to be a look of boredom mixed with anticipation.
"What are you so happy about?" she snarled.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Damon replied, still maintaining his smirk as he walked past her. But then he stopped in his tracks, an interesting thought crossing his mind. "Would you like to know?"
"Sure," she sighed, "It's not like I have anything better to do around here."
"I'm going to get what I want."
"Damon, I thought we already covered this," she replied, leaning forward, purposely exposing some of her cleavage. "I'm in love with Stefan."
Damon's smile faltered as darkness clouded his eyes for a moment or two. No, he refused to let her of all people ruin his mood now. "Typical bitch thing to say. This has nothing to do with you."
"Ooh, don't get mean now. You might actually hurt my feelings."
"You having feelings? Right."
"Are you going to tell me or not?" she pouted.
Damon stepped further into the living room and sat down on the leather couch across from her. "I'm done being second best. I'm done denying myself my desires. Tonight I'm going to take Elena and leave this place, once and for all."
Katherine's eyebrows arched in surprise, both of his plan and his resolve. This could actually benefit her, in a way. If he and Elena left Mystic Falls, then that left Stefan to be hers for the taking, at long last. She needed to ensure that this plan didn't fall through. Damon was always a bit of faulty planner, in her opinion.
"Very bold of you, Damon. Though with this new persona you've developed over the years, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Anything I can do to help?"
Damon didn't really think that the word 'help' was honestly in Katherine's dictionary. And if she ever did use the word, it was usually only to cover her intentions. Still, there was something she could help him with.
"Since you're just so good at impersonating Elena, I'm going to need you to do that. I've already told Stefan and Elena to come over here. You're going to have to pretend to be her, at least long after we've left town."
Katherine's nose wrinkled in distaste. She didn't really want to have to act or dress in Elena's boring, plain Jane fashion. But, if it meant being with Stefan…
"Fine, Damon. I can do that…for you."
Elena had told Jenna that she was going to hang out at Stefan's for a while. To be honest, she wasn't sure just how long she'd be out tonight. It all depended on whatever development Damon had stumbled upon.
Much to her surprise, Elena found Damon to be alone in the front room. "Where's Katherine?" she asked.
Damon shrugged. "She left about an hour ago."
"Oh, that's not good," Elena groaned. "She could be in town!"
"Relax, I sent her to survey a fake location of the burial grounds. Thought it would keep her busy for a while."
"So, what's this discovery you made?" Stefan questioned.
"I just so happened to figure out the real location. It's the same spot where Emily Bennett was killed. Trees have grown over the land since then, so I'm guessing that's why the evil witches couldn't find it on their own."
"Is it nearby?" Stefan asked.
Damon nodded. "I was thinking we could go check it out. You might want to change in something more casual. We'll have to do some digging."
Stefan glanced down at his leather jacket and dress clothes. Damon had a point. "Okay. Make sure we have everything we need so that we can leave right away, before Katherine catches on."
Damon remained completely still and silent until Stefan was out of eyesight, and earshot.
Elena collapsed on the couch, running her fingers through strands of her hair. "You have no idea how much I can't wait for all of this to be over," she sighed, glancing up at Damon. She suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable. There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I-Is everything okay?"
"It will be soon enough," he murmured, speeding forward with inhuman speed, wrapping an arm around Elena's waist and placing a hand firmly over her mouth.
He took her down into the basement where Katherine was waiting, standing in nothing more than a bra and panties with a pair of clothes on hangers dangling from her fingers.
Elena gasped for breath, glancing frantically between Katherine and Damon. "What's going on?" she cried.
"The fun's about to begin," Katherine grinned, looking much like a cat ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey.
She put the clothes down the freezer and sped over to Elena, removing her clothes and her necklace. Elena tried to protest, but she could barely see where Katherine was. In the blink of an eye, Katherine was back on the other side of the room, wearing Elena's previous outfit and looking more like her than ever before.
Elena's cheeks flushed as Damon took in her semi-naked figure, never having seen this much of her before.
"Unless you want him to keep ogling you, I suggest you get dressed," Katherine sneered. Elena shakily reached for the clothes, quickly stepping into the pants.
Katherine's eyes quickly darted up to the ceiling. "Stefan's coming."
"Go. I got this from here. Just say that Ric called or something."
And then the true horror of the situation dawned on Elena. They were going to have Katherine pretend to be her. But, why?
Katherine nodded, allowing for a brief, though lingering stare to rest on Damon as a confliction of emotion appeared in her eyes. She shook her head and sped up the stairs.
"What's going on, Damon?" Elena asked, close to tears now.
Damon's attention was still focused on what was going on upstairs. Katherine was selling it as well as she always did. Stefan followed her out the door and started his engine. Once he felt safe enough, he faced Elena.
"Everything's going to be okay."
"That…doesn't answer my question," she replied, keeping her distance on the opposite side of the room.
"All you need is a little time," he said, slightly smiling. "Once you let me open your eyes, you'll see that I've been right for you all along."
Elena took small, subtle steps backward, heading toward the staircase. "N-no, I'm sorry, Damon. You know I love Stefan. You can't just change that."
Damon knew that she was inching away. Clearly, she forgot whom she was dealing with. He sped over to her, catching her off guard as the air hitched in the back of her throat.
He ran his fingers along her cheek and smiled sweetly. "I think it's about time I start getting what I want."
Elena's eyes widened as she imagined all the things that could possibly correspond with that statement. As loud as she possibly could, she screamed Stefan's name. But it was too late. Katherine was already leading him toward some trail in the middle of the woods on the town's property.
"Damon, please," she cried, tears threatening to fall.
He held onto her shoulders with a slight grip. "You have no idea how tired I am of hearing you say that."
She trembled as he stared into her eyes, knowing that compulsion was soon on its way. Even with her new outfit on, she still felt completely naked without that single piece of jewelry.
"You're going to follow me out to the car and stay seated there until I tell you to move."
Elena's tears dripped down her cheeks as she blinked, feeling Damon's command control her body. She tried planting her feet in the ground, but she couldn't stop. His words forced her body forward, following close behind him and out into the cool evening air.
She climbed into the passenger seat of his car and sat in a still position. Her limbs began to ache as she tried to fight against the invisible pressure holding her in place.
Her only remaining weapons were words. And as soon as Damon started the engine, she fired away.
"Damon, you don't have to do this! You've grown so much since you first got here. You're so close to feeling, don't give up!"
Damon pulled out of the driveway and kept his eyes locked on the fog-covered road. "You don't know what you're talking about, Elena," he sighed. "I can't keep pretending to be someone I'm not for you. I'm sick of it, and I'm done with it."
Elena was halted by his words, and the emotion behind them. And there was only one other thing she could think to say that could stop him.
"You can do what you want to me, but I will never love you." She laced the words with as much venom as she could muster.
Damon bit back a growl, shifting one hand to the top of the steering wheel as he turned slightly to stare at Elena. He didn't want to have to do anything too hurtful, but if she was asking for it, he would not disappoint.
In a swift movement, he shoved her head into the window, knocking her out cold. He watched as a thick line of blood slowly crept down the glass.
One way or another, he was going to disprove her last comment. Soon, she would be his and his alone.
So, after waiting so long for the next new episode, I decided to toy around with Damon's "I'll never be what she wants me to be" speech. This story is going to be what would happen if Damon reverted to his old ways and actually acts on his feelings. It's going to be a bit of a darker love story, because there aren't enough of those on this site lol
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