A/N: Hey ya to all ! I'm back with another story for you. Tell me how this goes and if I should continue it. Please do review. It is so motivating when you do.
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to the wonderful L.J. Smith and the team of TVD.
FALLING FOR HIM
She punched the sack. Hard.
To no avail. The damn thing wouldn't go farther than an inch.
"Okay. What am I doing wrong ?" She asked.
"Nothing" came the answer. "You just aren't strong enough."
"But I have to be. If I want to stand a single chance against off-switch Stefan" she sighed. "Let's go again."
She gathered her aching muscles and swung another punch at the goddamn sack, only for it to be replaced with a very live wall of muscle.
She looked up to find a pair of icy blue eyes trained on her.
"Ooh." Damon smiled. "Hardcore"
"Who invited you ?!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew the answer.
She turned toward Alaric. " I wasn't about to let you do it on your own." He shrugged.
"So you can stop this training for Van Helsing you've been doing." Damon said removing the arm-cuffs.
"Or you could just leave me be." Elena replied, resisting his hold.
"Why do you always have to be so self-righteous ?" Damon frowned.
"Why do you always have to be so annoying and follow me around like a lost puppy ?!" said Elena, pushing at him.
Damon's hold faltered just a bit before it tightened again.
"Look, Damon. I-" She started but he cut her off.
"No, you look, Elena. You think you can overpower a vampire who's flipped his switch ? You're delusional, not to mention borderline stupid. You don't even stand a chance against me, even though you know I wouldn't actually hurt you." He ran a hand through his hair.
"Alaric's been training me. I can do this." Elena insisted.
In a whoosh of air, Damon flashed forward and flipped her over his shoulder, twisting around and holding her hostage within the encircle of his arms, his hand at the crook of her neck.
"A single second. That's all it's gonna take him to kill you." Damon whispered. Elena could feel his hot breath on her cheek. She repressed a shiver.
All too soon, Damon let her go and all she wanted was for him to bury her in his arms for the rest of forever. She shook away her thoughts.
"He wouldn't. Klaus compelled him to protect me." She said.
"It ain't gonna stop him from hurting you. Don't you get it, Elena ? He doesn't care. Not about you, not about anyone." Damon sighed. "You want my brother bound and gagged, I'll bring him to you." He told her before turning towards Alaric.
"Make sure she doesn't leave your sight, Ric. We don't know what Rebekah's up to." Flipping his eyes towards Elena, he said "You'll always get what you want."
Then he was gone. In a whoosh of air and his unique scent. Leaving her with a head full of his ominous last words that made her think what it was that she actually wanted.
She certainly wanted Stefan back to his normal self. But what did she want in relation to Damon ? The one person who went to such lengths to please her. To get her what she wanted.
She knew he loved her. And she cared about him too. Should she want more ? Stefan loved her, made her feel safe. But Damon made her feel...free. Like anything was possible.
She shook her head. No. This was wrong. She shouldn't be thinking about Damon at all. But she was. And whether she faced it or not, she was slowly but surely falling for him too.
