Succumbing to the devil's temptation
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A/N: There will be a tart lemon involving Elena, Damon and Klaus in chapter 3. Also, there will be bloodplay in chapter 3. If this offends you, then don't start this story!
Elena was bored. She was sitting on the floor playing a game of chess with Stefan. There really wasn't much else to do this night. No-one was in need of their assistance, no-one was even remotely in danger which was strange for a night in Mystic Falls. So, here she sat. Her mind was not really focused on the game. Instead, she was focused on her ever changing feelings about everything from being a vampire to her love for Damon.
She thought back to her days as a human. Yes, she had been happy because she didn't know another world existed out there. She would have grown up, had a normal life, gotten married and had children of her own. But, if she was honest, she didn't want those things anymore. Since turning her humanity back on, her feelings had changed when it came to vampirism. Honestly, she loved it now. She loved the feeling of power, of heightened senses and of never aging. And, mostly, she loved being able to be on a level playing ground with Damon Salvatore.
Damon called to her. The dark and uninhabited side to his personality suited her better now. Because that was how Elena felt. She no longer wanted a comfortable, ordinary life. She wanted adventure and passion.
She looked at Stefan. He was focused on the game, trying to find a way to make check mate and not really paying attention to Elena. That was okay with her. She no longer felt "in love" with him, but rather loved him like one would family. She had confessed this to him several nights ago and had expected him to become upset, but he had admitted to her that he felt exactly the same way.
While Stefan was absorbed in the game, she walked over to the table holding all of Damon's precious alcohol and poured herself another glass of bourbon. She loved the feeling of the liquid burning her throat as she sipped it from her delicate lips. She loved the way it made her loosen up just a little; just enough to be truthful to herself about what she really wanted.
And, what she wanted was Damon. All of him. Sure, she wanted to be by his side forever and she wanted him to want only her. But, she also wanted more carnal desires. She remembered how fucking awesome he was in bed. His skills were legendary, he could do things to woman that it seemed not many men were able to do. A night with Damon was a night of pure pleasure. She supposed it had something to do with the fact he had been around so long. Vaguely, she wondered if this was true.
Well, she thought, if being around a long time makes a vampire incredible in bed; I wonder what an original would be like? She giggled. Then blushed. Then immediately felt guilty.
Wait, why should I feel guilty? I haven't done anything and harmless fantasizing is just that – harmless.
Just then, the storm that had been swirling outside became more fierce. The lightning flashed and right behind it, thunder followed. The windows shook with the intensity of it. The lights in the house flickered twice and then went out. The only reason it was not completely dark was due to the ever present fire in the fireplace.
Suddenly, there was a light tapping at the front door.
"Who the hell could that be in this weather?" Elena said to no-one in particular.
Stefan just looked up and shrugged his shoulders.
Elena walked over to the door and gasped.
"Hello, love" purred a sexy English accent.