When Things Change
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Sarah: was talking to my beta and came up with this lovely little story. I hope everyone enjoys. Here's the pre-story stuff and then the chapter.
DISCLAIMER
If I owned TVD, Delena would have happened a LOT sooner. As it is, I only own what I write as well as what original creations I claim before the chapters they appear in. Everything else is owned by someone else.
WARNINGS
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! Starts during the Georgia episode in Season 1 and alters from there. Rated M for many lovely delights that are quite assuredly restricted to a mature audience. Also beware of much Stefan-bashing and plenty of embarrassing/awkward scenes. Primarily told from Damon's viewpoint but will have scenes told from Elena's viewpoint. You have been warned. If you continue reading, you can't lay the blame on me if you see something you don't like.
SUMMARY
'When things change, nothing will ever be the same.' Elena is finding out that saying is all too true, starting during her road trip to Georgia with Damon. Damon/Elena
Chapter 1
The Change
I glance at Elena in surprise. "Seriously?" I ask, returning my gaze to the road. She had just requested that we go to another bar. Admittedly, all the alcohol she had consumed today had to have been chased from her system when Lexi's boyfriend had captured her, used her to lure me out of Bree's Bar, and subsequently beat the shit out of me before dousing me in gasoline. But still…
"Seriously," she replies firmly. "I need something strong to dull down what happened tonight. Otherwise I'll probably have nightmares when I try to get some sleep." I hesitate. "I tend to scream a lot when I have nightmares," she adds.
I decide that if I'm going to get any rest tonight to continue to recover from the injuries that bastard dealt me, I'll have to do what she asks. Her blood helped heal the broken bones, but I didn't dare drink a drop more than what I needed to heal that much. "Next town we come to, I'll find us a bar," I promise her. I take a quick glance at the juncture where her left shoulder meets her neck, checking for the faintest sign of where I had bitten her. I'm relieved to see that my blood healed her as if I'd never bitten her in the first place. I didn't give her much choice in the matter, reminding her there were still plenty of people in Mystic Falls who know exactly what a vampire bite looks like and that my bite on her was in a very difficult place to hide.
Not even half an hour later, I fulfill my promise to Elena by pulling into the parking lot of a bar. But it's not just any kind of bar: it's a vampire bar. Top quality drinks are assured here, the kind most humans will never get their hands on. I grab Elena's wrist as she goes to get out as soon as I park. She looks at me in confusion. "You should know that this isn't just an ordinary bar," I tell her.
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"It's a vampire bar, and most of the humans who come here have no idea about the truth. They just think that the real vampires are just acting the part when they feed on the humans. Stay close to me and I'll make sure no one bothers you," I tell her. "On the other hand, the booze here is of such high quality, most humans will never even know such potency exists in alcohol."
Elena hesitates briefly, debating the pros and cons of entering a vampire bar. But in the end, she nods her assent. "I'll stick close to you," she promises.
I release her wrist and we both climb out of the Camaro. I lock up and lead her inside. As soon as we walk through the door, several heads around the room snap up to lock their gazes on Elena. I wrap an arm around her shoulder and clear my throat softly. Those same heads look at me. I immediately vamp out and snarl a warning at the vampires. They instantly find somewhere else to look.
"What was that about?" Elena asks softly as I guide her to the bar.
"They were vampires and I was letting them know you're under my protection. It's pretty much an unspoken rule in vampire bars that if a human walks in with a vampire and that vampire signals that the human is under their protection, then they're pretty much untouchable by anyone else. Some of the oldest vampires in the world run these bars and make sure that rule is upheld by all vampires, whether they were there when I made the sign or came in afterwards. And any transgressors will face not only the vampire who gave the protection sign, but also the vampire running the bar in a two-on-one fight. As soon as the transgressor is restrained, the one who's offering the protection can deal whatever retribution they please, even going so far as to kill the transgressor. And since the vampires who run the bar are some of the oldest in the world, even a newborn's claim of protection is respected," I explain.
We finally reach the bar and I have her sit on the stool at the far end of the bar, next to the wall. I take the stool next to her and signal the barkeep. "Now we wait," I tell her. "The vampires who run these bars compel the human bartenders to serve in order of arrival, no matter what. And prior compulsion takes precedence over a newer compulsion."
Elena nods in understanding and doesn't comment. It takes several minutes before the bartender finally makes it to us. "What'll it be?" he asks.
"Bourbon and coke for my girl here, seventy percent bourbon, thirty percent coke," I tell him. "And a bourbon Bloody Mary for me." He nods and quickly fixes our drinks. Elena frowns when the bartender adds what she knows damn well is blood to my drink, even though it comes from a bottle just like the alcohol bottles on the rack behind the bar - except this one is kept under the bar, out of sight. Finally, he slides our drinks to us and moves on to the next customer. Elena raises a questioning eyebrow at me and I know exactly what she's trying to ask. "I didn't drink enough of your blood to heal everything," I tell her softly. "I only drank enough to heal the broken bones. If I drank enough of your blood to heal all the injuries that guy inflicted, you wouldn't be able to sit up right now. Besides, I wasn't going to risk draining you completely as the Craving so desperately wanted me to."
She purses her lips before taking a sip of her drink, then gasps at the strength. "Damn, that's strong," she breathes in awe.
I shrug. "I warned you it was potent," I reply, taking a sip of my drink. Bourbon and blood aren't the only ingredients in it. There's also a fine selection of herbs to enhance the flavors of both the blood and the bourbon. I decide to turn up my wit and charm to the max on Elena as we drink and I am quickly rewarded by her laughter over my nearly limitless supply of jokes.
Unfortunately, even if she does have my blood in her, Elena is only human and the alcohol is pretty damn strong, so not even an hour later, she's swaying in her seat. I have to grab her arm to keep her from hitting the floor. "Okay, that's enough for you. Time for us to leave," I tell her, helping her stand up. I pay our tab and keep Elena close as we thread our way through the crowd to the door. I roll my eyes, but have to grin as the occasional giggle still bubbles up. Apparently, Elena is a happy drunk. "Let's get you to a motel," I tell her, carefully tucking her into the front seat of the car. I have to buckle her seatbelt for her.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm carrying her into our one-bed motel room in a Super 8 across town from the vampire bar. As soon as I close the door, Elena starts pressing kisses against my neck. I freeze, knowing I should make at least a token protest or risk her wrath in the morning. "Damon," she breathes against my skin, her arousal starting to perfume the air.
"Elena, are you sure you want this?" I ask, my jeans already uncomfortably tight around my hips. "Because if we go any further, I'm not going to be able to stop."
She responds by bringing my head around to press her lips hungrily to mine. "I did warn her," I tell myself as I give in. I carefully set her on her feet and the very first thing she does is push my jacket off my shoulders. Apparently, Drunk Elena goes from happy drunk to sex-beast faster than I thought possible. My jacket comes off as she fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, cursing like a sailor. I decide that, since this is not a John Varvatos shirt, it can go, so I rip it open, sending buttons flying all over the place. I then jerk her shirt over her head and toss it to the side. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her black lace and silk bra. It's a front close, and I fumble to release those luscious mounds of feminine flesh. Surprisingly, her breasts are a little fuller than Katherine's.
She sheds her bra and then her hands, a little steadier now, proceed to unbutton and unzip my fly. I shove my jeans off my hips and step out of them. When I look up, I see her eyeing my rock-hard erection hungrily, for all that it's hidden by my boxer-briefs. I kneel before her and flash a smirk up at her before unfastening her jeans and sliding them down her deliciously long legs. Once they're gone, I'm greeted with the sight of her panties, which match her bra. And by the scent of her arousal, I'm guessing those panties are already damp.
In the blink of an eye, I'm standing before her. I raise an eyebrow at her in challenge, tucking my thumbs in the waist of my underwear. She gets the hint and prepares to fully expose herself for my eyes. As one, we slip out of the last of the clothing covering us. When I look up, I look immediately to Elena's left hip, where a birthmark in the shape of two joined hearts with an arrow through them stands out prominently. Many would mistake it for a tattoo, considering how sharp the outline is, but I can tell it's a true birthmark. That's the biggest physical difference between Elena and Katherine, although there are several less noticeable ones between them.
"So there is a difference," I breathe. She looks at me in confusion. "Katherine doesn't have a birthmark," I inform her. Her mouth forms a silent 'o' in understanding.
Before she can think too much about it, I pull her into my arms and kiss her, grinding my hips against hers as a promise of things to come. She immediately parts her lips when I run my tongue over them, allowing me to delve my tongue into her mouth to taste and explore as I've wanted to do since I first laid eyes on her the night her parents died.
In a flash, she's pressed beneath me on the bed, and we're waging a war for dominance over her with our tongues. I can tell she lets me win without much of a fight. I finally have to pull my lips from hers so she can breathe. As she catches her breath, I trail kisses up her jawline, then down her throat, and to the swollen bud on her left breast. I latch my mouth on to that beautiful mound of flesh while cupping the other breast with my hand. I marvel that Elena's breast fits perfectly into my hand where Katherine's had been somewhat smaller.
I resolutely push the thoughts of Katherine out of my mind, determined to keep the rest of this experience purely about Elena. I proceed to alternate between suckling and nipping at the breast in my mouth while teasing and massaging the breast in my hand. I'm rewarded by Elena's gasps and moans of pleasure. Soon, I switch breasts and deal equal treatment to both before kissing my way over her flat stomach. I gently spread her legs far enough apart that I can lie down between them and finish kissing my way to that beautiful nexus of nerves that will excite the most pleasure from her.
She gasps as I latch my mouth over her clit. When I begin sucking and gently nipping at that bud, she begins mewling and gasping her pleasure. Once I finally decide she's ready, I ease one finger into her tight, moist core to begin carefully stretching her so I don't hurt her as much once I enter her. I alternate between curling and pumping that finger as I tease and pleasure her clit with my mouth. Soon, I add a second finger into her core, this time adding a scissoring action to the pattern. Finally, I add a third, all the while keeping up my attention to her clit. When I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, I know she's ready. I pull my fingers out and quickly lick them clean, listening with pleasure as she groans in disappointment. I then turn that into a moan of excitement by plunging my tongue into her tight, moist heat. She cries out my name - my name - as the mere sensation of my tongue in her core sends her over the edge. I greedily lap up her sweet, sweet nectar.
When the flow finally stops, I kiss my way back up her beautiful body. I stop at the juncture where her left shoulder meets her neck and carefully line up my erection with her core as I slowly ease into her. I know I'm larger than even three fingers. I also know she's no longer a virgin; Stefan took care of that much. But he has no idea how to treat a woman in the bedroom – not properly, anyway. I'm also pretty sure I'm bigger than Stefan, in more ways than one. Elena's gasp of pain assures me that I'm right on both counts. I whisper gentle encouragement and compliments to her as I let her get used to my girth. With the help of the alcohol in her system, she recovers much sooner from the pain than she would have otherwise. I know the precise second when I can start, simply by feeling her tensed muscles relax around me. I twitch my hips just slightly and am rewarded by a delicious moan, and that's all I need. I slowly pull out until just the tip of my head is still inside her before I plunge back in. With each thrust, I pick up the pace a notch.
"Harder, faster," she begs between gasps and moans.
As the lady wishes, I think and proceed to pick up the pace and strength all the way to that only achievable by a vampire. But I make sure that the bed takes most of the strength I'm putting into this. I don't want to shatter her pelvic bone, after all.
As I keep going, I suck and nip at the point where her left shoulder meets her neck, leaving her with what will be a highly noticeable hickey. Well, she would have one if she didn't still have some of my blood in her system. When we reach our explosive releases simultaneously, I groan her name and she screams mine. I collapse against her, taking care not to let my full weight land on her by keeping some of it braced on my arms.
"That was …," she starts breathlessly.
"We're not through just yet, kitten," I murmur seductively into her ear.
I can sense her shock and chuckle. I then proceed to prove to her I meant what I said about showing her a variety of sexual positions. In the process, I do something I have never done with another lover: I mark her so every vampire who comes across her will know she belongs to me. I gave up on Katherine completely after that first round. Not even she was a match for Elena. Being with Elena is amazing.
When I finally let her succumb to her exhaustion and she falls asleep, it's nearly three in the morning. I make sure we end up tangled so she will have no doubt about what's happened between us tonight, even though I have her sleeping on top of me. I stroke my fingers through her hair as I allow myself to drift off to sleep. I refuse to let her go back to Stefan after this. Not that he will be able to touch her like this again, because my scent will forever be mingled with hers, now that I have marked her as mine. It's a mark only another vampire will be able to identify because it's not a physical mark. But, even human males will know instinctively she is off limits to them from now on.
With these thoughts, I finally succumb to sleep.
Elena
10 a.m., the next morning
As I slowly wake up, I vaguely wonder why I'm so damn sore. Something flutters at the edge of my awareness - a warning that things changed drastically at some point last night. As I am drawn further into the waking world, I discover I am tangled in the most intimate way with a thoroughly masculine body. I frown, knowing it can't be Stefan. After all, I left the boarding house in a rush of fury and pain after discovering that picture of Katherine and finding out he had lied to me about her appearance.
What happened next slowly comes back to me, in bits and pieces at first, then more of the details filling in as I wake up. By the time I'm fully awake, I remember pretty much everything up to the point of Damon taking me to the vampire bar. After the first two drinks, everything faded into a big blur.
Suddenly, I stiffen as I recognize the scent of the man beneath me, the man I'm tangled so intimately with: Damon. In that instant, last night returns in a flash. I snap my eyes open to see Damon's still asleep. He has to be; he would never allow such a peaceful expression to cross his features when he's awake. I tilt my head down to see that we are, in fact, tangled together so completely I couldn't possibly extricate myself without waking him up. Plus, I can feel his dick is still buried deep into my core - proof that my memories of last night really happened.
Such foul language starts falling off my tongue in a hoarse whisper that I'm surprised the air doesn't actually turn blue from it. Things couldn't possibly get any more awkward, right? Wrong!
Damon wakes up about that time, and watches me in amusement until the door of room swings open to allow Stefan to barge in. All three of us freeze, and I'm not sure if it's embarrassment about being caught like this with Damon by my ex that's heating up my cheeks, or rage that Stefan had the nerve to track us down after everything he's done. Or both. Damon and I are on top of the covers and Stefan can see just how tangled up we are.
Finally, Damon breaks the silence by saying, "Well, this isn't awkward at all."
Sarah: well, talk about embarrassing. I'd love it if you review and tell me what you think!