AR One-Shot
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Unprotected
Elena felt his eyes on her from the window, but she could not move from where she lay on her side. She thought Damon was behind her, by the window, in the shadows beneath the ledge. She felt tired and all she needed was some sleep. But her eyes stayed wide open, fear making them sting. Her closed book felt heavy on her lap, although she held it tightly.
She could feel his eyes on her and the skin of neck prickled and itched. The agony of knowing he was watching her but not being able to move, to breathe, felt like torture. All she wanted was to close her eyes, but if she did more than blink he would find a way inside.
He played with her like a cat would a mouse. He would wait until she grew complacent and then he would strike. He thought about how the blood travelled through her neck, how it ran through her body, calling to be devoured by his hungry mouth. He imagined that she would be willing to do anything he said, if only to make him go away, and the thought excited him.
He did not announce his presence in words, but he did not have to. She could feel him in every fibre of her being; his sensuality, she thought, was the most dangerous weapon he wielded. He didn't need his teeth or his beyond-human strength. He did not need his agility.
There was not a single sound her keen ears could hear, but it only took a second for him to be standing by her night-stand. She heard him drop the vervain necklace onto the carpeted floor and crush it under his shoe.
"'Won't be trying anything now, will you?" he hissed at her, his fangs extending and the veins around his eyes growing darker. He enjoyed the sound of her whimpering, ecstatic that he finally could show her how much she had hurt him when she fell for his brother and not him.
She felt a soft kiss on her neck and her hand flew to her skin. He had kissed her, left a slight dampness on her skin. She turned and saw the window closed, the curtains shut, everything as it was before. But had he gone? It was light enough that she could make out the objects in the room, and Damon was no where to be seen. He hadn't hurt her this time, but she had no doubt he would be back for more.
Her eyes dropped to the floor beside her bed. She could see the shards of her necklace glinting in the moonlight, all the magic within it shattered and destroyed. If he had broken her necklace, wouldn't he then have the opportunity to compel her – he could have made her do anything he wished. Why hadn't he?
Elena knew that Stephen's brother was evil, and she would think twice before presuming he had good intentions, but maybe he had broken her protection to explain that there was no danger in him.
Damon opened the door to his mansion and collapsed dramatically into the leather armchair. He prayed that she understood that he was nothing to be afraid of, and that no amount of vervain could keep him away. She belonged to him.