Delena fan-fiction with twists, turns, and Damon being Damon.
Less over-emotional intense.
Part One.
"Don't you get it Damon? This is never going to happen!" Elena yelled throwing her arms into the air. Furious and impatient, the tension between them quickly escaladed as they glared at each other from across the room. Damon resisted the urge to force her against the wall, to make her cooperate by his own will. He clenched his fists, the sweat from his forehead building the flames of irritation he felt towards her.
"Don't act like I'm not good enough for anything." He seethed between angry breaths. His self-control was wearing thin.
"No," She replied. "Your just not good at this."
A low growl escaped him as he was instantly in front of her. "What's good enough for you? I tried! Can't you see?" Damon painfully admitted, outstretching his arms in defeat. He never thought he could fail her like this, over something so simple. All his painstaking efforts to summon her here, to show her his dedication to helping her, were ruined in his pathetic attempt to show appreciation for once.
The line of streamers poorly taped along the wall limply fell to the floor. Elena rubbed her forehead in embarrassment. She had given him all day to help decorate for Stephan's surprise party, but sadly, all he had done was tape a line of streamers to the wall and throw a few self-inflated balloons to the ground. Only two of which were tied with string.
"You know you have to inflate them with helium for them to float, right?" She said, picking up a red balloon and dropping it to watch it sink back towards the ground.
"At least I tried." He muttered again. Elena sighed. Less than twenty minutes until guests began to arrive and nothing was done.
Damon threw himself onto the couch and put his arms behind his head. "I've only crashed parties Elena; what do you expect? Cirque De Sole?" He said grinning at her. She threw a roll of streamers at him. "Of course not." Ignoring the impact, and closed his eyes to nap. "I expect better."
Damon opened his eyes and furrowed his brow. Better? He sat up in confusion, staring at her as she began to unravel decorations to hang. He needed a beautiful woman to distract him from her.
"I'm going out for a little while." He jumped off the couch and grabbed his jacket. Elena dropped the streamers to run in front of him. "Oh no your not." She stood in front of the door. "You said you'd help with decorations." He stopped purposely close to her, looking down into her eyes and widening his.
"Right, who says I have to stay?" He battled with a cocky tone. He was doing that eye thing again, the one she hated. Before she could say anything else he reached for the handle, and she instinctively slapped it away.
"No." She said, the steady tone in her voice was commanding. Damon moved closer, inches away from touching her. The electricity between there two bodies magnified in intensity. "Yes." He said, equally commanding, his face nearly touching hers. Hypnotizing eyes tortured her heartbeat. Amused, he moved the hair from her cheek, creeping closer to her neck. Her skin was so delicate, so soothing…
Damon's teeth ached inside his gums.
So heavenly inviting…
"Will one of you open the door?" Bonnie called from behind the heavy wood door impatiently. Damon sighed, irritated by her interruption. "I've been standing out here, waiting for you to stop arguing." His hand drifted down her chin, and he watched her as she blinked rapidly, feeling her bare neck. Surprised, Elena tore her eyes away from Damon's, cheeks burning red with anger and embarrassment. "I can't believe you, Damon." She seethed, turning her back to him. "I'll be right there Bonnie." She said as she glanced over her shoulder at him, still blocking his way with her livid eyes, pinning him with his own faulty actions. "I will tell Stephan."
Damon raised his hands in declaration, a deviant smile playing upon his lips. "And what's the vegan vampire baby brother going to do? Throw bunnies at me?" Elena opened the door, glaring at him, and Bonnie stepped in wearing similar hatred on her face. Immortality could not protect him from a women's wrath or the dangers of their fury.
"Fine." He huffed. "I know where I'm not wanted." Seizing his opportunity of escape, he slid out the door, eagerly anticipating an ideal distraction under the alloy of reds and purples of the setting the sky.
