Forbidden Desires
"At the sky fall when it crumbles. We will stand tall and face it all together, at Skyfall." ~Adele, Skyfall
The pain won't last.
That's what they had told her. The traces of memories she had left of others slurs and comments about her constant tragedy had always been met with the simple phrase: time heals.
If she heard that one more time she would lose it.
Elena knew deep down somewhere this might be true but the reality of her state of mind clung to the truth: she was an orphan.
Nothing and no one would ever understand that completely. They tried. Her friends Caroline and Bonnie were always ready to give her a daily dose of "hang in there!" And "don't give up." Although Elena knew their intentions were pure, her mind and heart still fought to give a damn about holding on to the hope of healing. That was how it was, and she was content to spend her days going through the motions and faking a smile. After all who would really know she cried every night? Who would question? Except maybe her brother Jeremy, but he'd been spiraling down of his own accord. Anyways, Elena was accepting it. Pushing forward.
Until him.
Damon Salvatore.
Even his name was a warning sign. Demon. Elena didn't seem to care. He came blazing into her life one day with his raven black hair, and piercing blue eyes that saw right through her armor. She later found it was because he had a few secrets of his own. Secrets he'd keep from her until the very end. One thing was certain he was no stranger to loss. He'd lost his family too. Because of that he saw right through her. To her very core, and tore down all the walls shed built to shut out the world around her.
She'd met him in the most unlikely of places: her front porch.
Seeming to be delivering a message to her blundering brother about his non-existent shifts at The Grill, Damon, being the manager, had seemed to be fed up with his understaffed employees. Although Jeremy was a loner and a stoner he still seemed to be his best worker. So Damon had done the only likely thing to do in a small working class town, he made a house call.
Knocking on the door to the Gilbert house had been one of simple curiosity and motivation to find a way to get Jeremy back on his feet. While it helped Damon find his own sanity though a less hostile work environment. What he was not expecting was to see a half dressed, doe eyed, beautiful girl answering the door.
Half dressed was putting it bluntly. Her mid drift tank and sleeper short shorts left little to his active imagination. Damon found himself lost in looking at the beautiful creature in front of him. She seemed to be intrigued by him as well, although he was the stranger knocking on her door at 10 o'clock at night.
"Hey, I'm sorry I was looking for Jeremy Gilbert. I was told this was his residence?"
Elena fought for words taking in the beautiful stranger in front of her. She could've sworn a simple look from him made her mind stop completely. Elena was instantly attracted to him. His exterior seemed rock hard while his voice was a smooth as velvet. "Oh...yeah he's here hold on...Jer!" She cried out while turning and searching for something to cover up her jammies.
Great. Elena thought yelling for her brother a second time. Way to answer the door in your pajamas! GAHHH! Why had Caroline even asked her to come over for a sleepover? After all they were seniors now. Hadn't she grown out of this phase? If only she had. Then she wouldn't be answering the door in half naked apparel. She reached for her robe on the couch and covered up her slightly flushed olive skin. That's better, she thought, relieved to have something available.
Turning back towards the door she went to tell the man to come in. Yet somehow he had already made his way inside and closed the door.
"Oh I'm sorry." Elena said as she almost collided with him. Their eyes locked and she struggled to find words. "I can go tell my brother you're here Mr...?" She paused waiting for him to fill in the pause of silence surrounding them. She searched his deep blue eyes and waited to hear his name. The name she knew would change her forever.
"Salvatore. Damon Salvatore. I'm the manager over at The Grill. I just wanted to check on Jeremy since he's been missing so many days of work lately." He said sardonically his gaze holding fast onto her.
"Oh well it's very considerate of you to come all the way here Mr. Salvatore." She said letting his surname roll off her lips like butter. His insides clenched at her words. Jesus. This woman could make his day and nights better just by her voice. Something told him he wouldn't mind her company any night. Lost in her brown eyes...her smooth long brown hair through his fingers, and those legs that went on for days around his waist, her smoky voice screaming his name as he took her. He struggled to remember why he was here...
"Call me Damon." He said clearing his throat as he leaned towards her and asked," I'm sorry I don't believe you've told me who you are?" He stood looking her luscious and slender body up and down. How she could be both he'd never know.
One word Salvatore: jail bait. His thoughts screamed at him. God she couldn't be more than 17. Him being a whopping 25 made him feel ancient compared to the innocent beauty before him. Although her beauty instantly reminded him of someone else, he chose to ignore it as he heard her explain herself.
"I'm sorry, I'm Elena. Jeremy's sister and newly soul guardian." Elena replied in a clipped tone.
Feeling out of the loop had never been a feeling Damon appreciated. Having just moved back into town a few months ago, he had not yet learned of all of his workers back-stories, especially the Gilbert's.
"Guardian? You can't be more than..." His voice drifted off as Elena crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"18. Yes. Our parents are no longer with us." Elena said, doing her best to fight the hole in her chest from swallowing her up.
Looking at the broken girl in front of him Damon suddenly felt a kinship with her. For it had been years but the loss of his family still weighed heavy on his mind and heart.
"I'm sorry for your loss Elena." Damon said, reaching out to brush back a strand of her long brown hair that had drifted in front of her eyes. His hand tucked the silky piece behind her ear lingering there for a moment. The second their skins touched both of them felt a pull like magnets, and Elena never wanted him to stop looking at her this way. Like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever beheld, and gazing upon her was his only way to breathe. She knew this because he did the same to her. Shocking her senses back into reality. Her heart seemed to be drumming louder by the second.
Suddenly they both drifted from their trance as Jeremy made his appearance at the bottom of the stairs.
"Mr. Salvatore what brings you to our house of horrors?" Jeremy said sarcastically.
Damon dropped his hand from Elena's hair as if it had burned him and put on his best professional voice. Turning to look at Jeremy he said,
"Jeremy," he spoke dismissing Elena from his field of vision so he could focus on why he was really there. She quietly slipped into the living room giving them time to discuss Jeremy's inability to call in. Elena sighed and grabbed a book, along with a throw, and sank into her favorite armchair. Hoping she appeared to be reading when in reality she couldn't stop her eyes from straying to the new man in front of her. She listened as he explained his reasoning for being there.
"I've been needing to speak with you regarding your position at the Grill. Right now we've been extremely understaffed. Personally I would fire your ass for your procrastinating ways and your inability to call in. However, you're the only one who knows how to coach the new employees. So I guess we're stuck with you until I can locate a replacement. So I'll need you to come in tomorrow."
"No can do pops. I'm fairly certain you're not that desperate. After all, Matt Donovan could always show up." Jeremy replied in apathy while tugging at the stair rail post next to him and avoiding all chances for eye contact.
"Matt had a family emergency. We could really use you. Come on don't be a dick." Damon let out losing his patients with this uncaring adolescent.
Damon continued lecturing Jeremy on his importance to care for the things in his life while Elena enjoyed the show from afar. Elena drank him in. Black shirt, and dark jeans: the fitted kind. She could practically see his six-pack through his button down shirt. To think all she would have to do to see them was tear open his shirt and run her hands over his perfect smooth skin...she couldn't help it. Mystic Falls had never seen the likes of him. Not in a million years.
Elena felt her mind wander to dark fantasies...all of them including him.
Images of his hands grasping her by her shoulders, and pulling them into a dark room. Whispers of gratification, and needing each other. Tangles of lips, limbs, and their bodies crying out in ecstasy as he thrusted into her again and again…
Elena suddenly slipped out of these thoughts when she saw Damon storming towards the front door.
"You know if you were half as good as your reputation you might be worth my time. I can see now you have other priorities involving lying around in your own personal cloud of smoke. You're fired!" He said opening the door, he grabbed the side and leaned back stating: "Let me know how that works for you, and give me a call when you man up!" he said storming out while slamming the door behind him.
"Well fuck you too!" Jeremy yelled towards the very closed door.
The one Elena prayed was still open for him.
Damon Salvatore.
AN: (12/15)
Hello all I know this chapter looks familiar. Remember that this was my first fanfic so I'm just adjusting a couple of things such as the details of Damon's age, and some spelling/grammatical errors. I hope you still love the story as much as before! Thanks for reading!
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