Elena Gilbert had survived through more than any seventeen year old ever should. And - most of the time - she had done it without complaining. She had done what needed to be done it order for her family and friend's well being. Whether it was facing down a crazed, blood thirsty vampire hell bent on killing her and/or delivering her to another crazed, blood thirsty vampire for evil, diabolical motives, losing the people she loved, or dealing with her vampire boyfriend's emotionally unstable vampire brother and his stupid flirt comments and eye thing, she faced it head on.
She did not cower or run away. She did not give up or stand back and watch the people she loved get hurt. And she rarely even asked for help.
The point was, she was a strong, independent woman who did not cower at her fears.
But damn it, it was 3:30 in the morning, she was studying for a test she already knew she was going to fail because she had spent the day researching every damn everything there was in hopes of finding information about Originals, her head was killing her and she was in serious need of some coffee.
She was tired of being the brave, independent woman she usually was. She wanted help. No, she needed help. Because, if she was being honest, she would rather face a blood thirsty vampire than this.
"DAMON!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Damon was sitting in the parlor, nursing a glass of scotch and reading Call of the Wild - his favorite book. The house was peaceful and quiet, something he was eternally grateful for. The last few weeks had been hell and he needed this alone time to do what Damon wanted to do and not what Elena wanted Damon to do or Stefan wanted Damon to do, or any of the other idiots he was forced to cooperate with these days.
Stefan was off robbing a blood bank since it was his turn and Elena was upstairs studying for some test. It was late and she should be sleeping, but every few minutes he would hear the rustle of a page being turned in that awfully thick textbook she had brought with her earlier this evening.
"DAMON!"
Damon jumped and dropped his glass. It fell to the ground and shattered, spilling scotch all over the wooden floors.
The voice had certainly been Elena's, and it had sounded completely terrified. A million possibilities raced through his mind within seconds.
A vampire broke into the house.
A werewolf was trying to kidnap her.
Katherine had leaped into the room.
Another enemy they were yet to face made an appearance in Stefan's bedroom.
Damon threw the book down in the chair he was sitting in and with every ounce of vampire speed he had, ran up the stairs and to Stefan's room. He grabbed a stake that was hidden in a flower pot before throwing opening the door and bounding in. He immediately searched the room for crazy vampires, rogue werewolves or any other enemy they had so easily collected the last few months. He turned his body entirely, looking for the source of her scream.
All he found was a pale, terrified looking Elena standing straight up on Stefan's bed, hugging herself.
Damon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he didn't lower the stake or relax. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She pointed somewhere in front of the bed with a shaking hand.
Damon looked, but saw nothing of danger. Frankly, he didn't see anything at all. He wondered briefly if all the stress she had been enduring had finally caused her to crack and she was having hallucinations.
"What?" he asked.
She made an irritated noise and pointed again. "Damon, right there."
He took a step closer to where she was pointing and looked down. Resting there, was a hairy, brown spider maybe twice the size of a quarter.
With an irritated grunt, he tossed the stake onto the bed and shot Elena a look that would cause nearly anyone else to cower in fear. Not Elena, though.
"Really, Elena?" he asked, incredulously. "You scared me half to death for a spider? I thought someone had broken in. I thought you were being killed."
"It's huge!" she exclaimed.
He narrowed his eyes and turned to leave.
"No!" she cried. "Damon, don't!"
He stopped. Only for her would he stop and not leave without hesitation, even when it was over something so trivial. He turned back around to face her. She did look terrified, he had to admit.
"Kill it?" she asked, in a small voice she knew he wouldn't be able to say no to. "Please?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Damon! Pleeeease!" she begged. "I can't study knowing that thing is in here with me."
"Elena, this house is over a hundred years old," Damon pointed out. "Do you have any idea how many spiders are in here?"
She ignored this. "Damon, I am begging you. Kill it!"
"Why can't you kill it?"
She pointed to her bare feet. "I don't have any shoes on."
"And?"
Her eyes widened. "Damon! I'm not going to kill it with my bare feet! That's gross. You have shoes on, so you can kill it."
He stood there, unmoving, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
She blinked big brown doe eyes the color of milk chocolate at him and her face transformed into the sadness, most helpless expression he'd ever seen.
Oh, she's good, he thought.
He took a step forward, about to do as she asked, but the look of sheer triumph on her face made him pause. She was a damn good actress, Elena. He should say absolutely not, deal with it yourself and leave the room, but she was Elena and he was Damon; therefore, she would always have the upper hand in their relationship.
In the end, he would do exactly as she asked. He knew. She knew it.
But, he didn't have to make it easy for her. He was a bad ass vampire for god's sake and even more, a man. He would kill a spider with his pride still intact, damn it.
Her look of triumph quickly gave way to suspicion as a wicked smile lit up his face. "What?" she asked.
"I'll kill the spider," he said, smiling, "but first…"
"First what?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
He simply smiled. He knew if Stefan were here he would say that the only reason he paused was so he could feel like he had power over the situation. And honestly, Stefan would have been right.
She huffed. "Damon!"
He licked his lips and did the "eye thing" she seemed to hate so much.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You have to say 'Damon, you are the sexiest vampire to ever walk the planet.'"
She smiled sweetly. "Damon, you are the biggest ass to ever walk the planet."
He bit back a smile, having known she would say something along those lines. With a "what can you do?" shrug, he turned to leave yet again.
One… two…
"Wait!"
He smiled and turned back around. "Yes?"
She was shooting daggers at him, a look that could truly kill. "Damon," she said. She sounded nearly in pain. "You are the sexiest vampire to ever walk the planet."
He choked back a laugh. Where was a tape recorder when he needed one? "And 'no one will ever compare to you.'"
Her eyes flashed but she said, "And no one will ever compare to you."
He knew he was pushing it, but he also knew he would likely never get this opportunity again. "'And you're way better than Stefan.'"
She sighed. "And you're way better than Stefan."
He smiled impossibly wide. "So true," he agreed.
"Would you just kill the damn spider?" she yelled.
He raised his hands in a "I surrender" manner and squished the spider with his very expensive, very nice Italian shoes. It made a satisfying crunching noise.
"I hope your happy," he said, crossingly. "These shoes are Italian."
She sighed and plopped down on the bed, bouncing a few times. "I am," she said. "Thank you."
He nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure spiders everywhere are cowering in fear now. They won't bother you anymore."
She rolled her eyes but her relief was obvious.
He walked to the door before turning around and saying, "Elena?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to tell Stefan about your new found feelings for me, or should I?" he asked, with his trademark smirk.
Before she could react, he was through the door, closing it behind him.
Something heavy hit it and fell to the floor with a thud.
"Jerk!" she yelled.
He laughed the entire way downstairs.
A/N: So what'd you think? Like it? Hate it? Leave me a review, telling me! This is supposed to be a super light, completely not serious fic. The one shots will not interconnect, so there is no storyline or plot. If you have an idea about a funny scene between the two, make sure to tell me and I'll write it!
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