A/N: I literally wrote this today after iwillforgetdamon told me about her dream fanfic. I hope you guys like it too. It will be a few chapters but not very long (hopefully). Reviews are helpful!
The sound of hooves hitting the road along with the shakiness of the seat jolted Elena awake. She looked around in confusion, not understanding where she was.
"Are you alright, Miss Katherine?" She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice came from her right. Next to her was a black woman who she had never seen before wearing a bonnet and a very strange dress.
Officially afraid, Elena tried breathing deeper but found her chest couldn't expand all the way. She looked down to find herself in a corset. "What's going on?" she whispered, feeling the fabric binding her torso.
"Miss Katherine, we are going to the Salvatore Estate, do you not remember?"
She looked at the woman beside her with furrowed eyebrows. Being called Katherine and wearing old clothing on the way to the Salvatores was ringing a bell. "Emily?" she gasped out the name she had only heard in passing before.
"Yes, Miss Katherine. Are you feeling well?" Emily put her hand up to her forehead but Elena swatted it away.
"Yeah, um, yes, I'm fine. We're going to the Salvatores, you say?" Maybe they would know what the hell is going on.
"Mr. Salvatore is on leave from the war, Miss. He has requested your presence."
Damon. He was the only one who went to war when they were human, right? She hoped it was him. The last thing she remembered before waking up here was going to sleep beside Damon in his bed. What had happened?
The carriage was pulled up a small road towards a grand mansion. Elena remembered the time Stefan took her to the ruins of his house. It was breathtaking how the house looked now. The garden in the front was well kept and all the marble polished. When the carriage stopped in front of the steps, Emily got out first before helping Elena down.
Her heart jumped when she looked up into a familiar pair of blue eyes. His hair was longer and his clothing more formal but she wouldn't mistake Damon for anyone else.
Unaware of her surroundings, she ran as quickly towards him as her corset would let her before throwing herself into his arms. "Damon," she cried out. "I'm so glad to see you!"
Damon stumbled back in surprise. "Miss Katherine," he said politely, pulling back. His cheeks were flushed at such a public display of affection. "Had I known you'd be this excited, I would have come back sooner."
"Right," she said, pasting a smile on her face.
Damon genuinely smiled back, offering her his arm. "May I escort you inside?"
She looked back at Emily before wrapping her arm around his. Did he really not know anything?
He lead her inside, nodding to some of the servants and verbally greeting an older man. "Father," he did a partial bow before looking expectantly to Elena.
Father? Eyes wide, she did a quick curtsey. "Mr. Salvatore."
His eyes were cold as he regarded her. "Son, Miss Katherine," he said before walking away.
She let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding as Damon pulled her up the stairs. "You must excuse my father. There have been some rumors around town about the..." he took a quick look around before continuing, "vampires." Elena's eyes stayed blank and he mistook it for fear. "You mustn't worry about me telling for you know how I feel about you and what you are. However, my brother Stefan..."
"Where is he?" she piped up; maybe he'll know what's going on.
Hurt crossed Damon's face before he covered it up with a soft smile. "He had to go into town, Father's orders."
She nodded as they entered a bedroom she assumed was his. Before the door even closed, she was assaulted by his lips on hers. She was at first surprised but clung onto Damon. The way he held her gently was not at all like the passionate makeouts they used to have but she would take anything at this point. His fingers quickly unlaced the strings behind her back, obviously well practiced. The corset fell loose as she sighed, finally able to breathe and move freely. Damon pulled her forward and himself backwards towards the bed until he could sit down. She was pulled on top of him and his kisses peppered her neck.
"Can I have a taste?" he murmured into her skin.
Elena was confused. Wasn't he a human? Wasn't she a vampire?
He nibbled at her neck but not hard enough to break skin. "Please, Miss Katherine," he begged, pulling a pin from her updo so that her hair cascaded down her back. He held the sharp point to her flesh. "I need it."
She looked down at him, horrified. "Why would you want... what?" she said in gasps.
Damon's eyebrows lowered. "You know why I like it. Please, Katherine, turn me right now, before Stefan comes back."
Elena practically jumped off his lap. She couldn't believe the way Damon was acting. Not once when she was human had she purposely drank vampire blood. She also did not want to become a vampire either.
Gaining composure, she sighed and put her hands on his shoulders. Katherine didn't kill them, their father did. She knew that much. "I'm not going to turn you," she softly told him. He dropped his head in defeat but she lifted his chin with her fingers. "You can feed on me though."
A wide grin spread across his face as he pulled her into another kiss. Her hand felt around for that pin he was holding earlier and found it on the bed. Leaning back from the kiss, she drew the point down her neck. His eyes were trained on the blood that beaded out of the wound. One of her hands encouraged him to move forward and before she knew it, his lips were latched around her neck. He tried to suck all of the blood up because her skin had already healed, a pink scar slowly lightening was all the evidence left. After laving her skin with his tongue, he leaned back with a smile. Even if she wouldn't turn him, he still had her blood in his system. If anything were to happen to him, he would turn into a vampire just like she was and the thought was comforting to him.
"Your turn," he whispered, baring his neck to her. His carotid artery was jumping beneath his skin, begging to be pierced.
Elena was conflicted. Should she feed on him? What if she lost control? No, she wouldn't; she had fed on humans plenty of times and still left them standing. But still, it did not feel right. "I don't know, Damon," she sighed.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" She looked up into his eyes; he seemed genuinely perplexed.
"What do you mean? Your name is Damon."
"Yes, but you refer to me as Mr. Salvatore most of the time."
Elena sighed, considering telling him the truth. She was not Katherine. She loved him in another life. But she couldn't bring herself to. "I thought we should try something new. I call you Damon and you can call me... Katherine," she smirked at him.
He nodded but kept his neck bared to her. She let out a shaky breath before turning away, leaving him alone on the bed.
"Are you saving it for Stefan?" he spat at her.
Alarmed at his sudden change in mood, she turned around quickly. "Saving it for Stefan?" she asked in disbelief.
"You always liked him more, saving the best stuff for him. First the Founder's Ball, now feeding. Why do you like him so much? You know I love you. You don't have to compel me to do anything."
"Damon, I-I do love you," she reassured him, walking over to take his hands in hers. He jerked his away, anger taking over his features. "No more," she breathed out. He turned his head to look at her, the anger melting away slowly. "No more sharing, okay? It's just you and me now."
He looked like he wanted to believe her but wasn't sure if he was setting himself up for heartbreak. "Are you serious?" he whispered.
"Of course," she said as she caressed his cheek. "You're the only one I love now."
His eyes started to tear up and his lips parted. Softly, she kissed him before trailing her lips to his neck. She ran her elongating canines over his pulse before sinking her teeth in. He groaned as she guided the blood down her throat. After a few moments, she pulled back, her mouth stained with his blood. He thought she never looked more beautiful than she did just then.
To Elena's surprise, he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue was sweeping across her lips, gathering up his blood. She could feel him growing hard beneath her. His hands grabbled at her waist, pulling her closer and fully on top of him as he leaned back. The bed creaked slightly as they both worked to take off their extensive clothing; never had Elena been more glad about 21st century fashion. Her corset and bodice fell to the floor, soon followed by the rest of their clothing. She tried to get him to roll on top of her but he resisted, preferring to be be on the bottom. She gave up struggling when a few of his fingers slipped into her from behind. Leaning back into them, she moaned. Damon's intake of breath informed her that her fangs had grown again. He was watching them in fascination. Loving the fact that she had all of his attention and love, Elena shifted upwards so he could be positioned at her entrance. Slowly, she settled down on him. The way he filled her up completely was something she didn't know she missed until just now.
She began moving above him with her hands on his chest. His hands were loosely holding her hips, not guiding her but there as a reassurance. This submissive Damon was something Elena would have to get used to. It was strange but refreshing to be doing most of the work and having all of the control. She eyed his wounded neck as she leaned down. Some drops of blood were leaking out when Damon's body moved as it collided with hers. She licked up the liquid, causing Damon to moan. His enthusiasm for blood sharing was unexpected considering that they had never done it like this before. Human Damon was just full of surprises.
She sped up as the coil in her core tightened. He offered minimum help but the way he was gazing up at her in admiration made her want to go even faster. His hands began trailing across her skin, cupping a breast, caressing her stomach, before finally reaching the throbbing place between her legs. She let out a guttural moan as he massaged her there. Her fangs dropped and before she could think about it, she bit down into his shoulder.
He gave out a pleasure filled cry as he thrusted up hard, finishing inside of her. Combined with the taste of his blood, she finally came before collapsing on top of him. They both panted against each other, Damon's fingers swirling around her back while Elena watched the blood trickle onto his sheets.
"Your father is going to be angry," she motioned to the bed once she caught her breath.
He let out a laugh. "One, do not talk about my father right after we make love." Elena's stomach fluttered. "Two, the maids do the laundry and you compelled them to forget about the blood as soon as it was clean, remember?"
She slowly nodded as her fluttering stomach turned into knots. How long can she keep lying to him? He thought she was Katherine, for God's sake. He doesn't really love her, he loves Katherine.
Her stomach sinking, she untangled herself from him. She walked up to the mirror across the room, looking at herself. She looked the same in every way, but she knew that the body she wore was Katherine's. Could Damon ever love her as much as he loves Katherine at this point in time?
Without warning, the door opened and Stefan walked in while digging through a bag. "Damon, Father keeps questioning me as to why you are still home. How long can I keep lying... to him.." he trailed off as he looked up to see Elena naked by the mirror and then Damon in similar lack of dress on the bed. Shying his eyes away from his brother, he cleared his throat and looked at the ground. "Right. I see that you are occupied. I shall come back later," he awkwardly said to the floor before leaving the room.
Damon and Elena looked at each other. "You should talk to him," he broke the silence.
She cocked her head to the side. "Why?"
"You told me that I am the one for you, so you need to end it with him," he explained stoically.
Elena almost rolled her eyes. Why was she being sucked into Katherine drama again? She thought she was rid of her when she died but obviously fate had something else planned. "And I have to do that right now?"
"It's best not to keep him believing that he still has you when he does not." When Elena didn't move, he sighed. "If you don't break up with him now, then you don't really love me."
"But you know I love you," she gasped incredulously.
"I cannot accept your feelings for me if you do not end it with my brother as soon as you possibly can," he frowned as he got up to gather his clothes. "It hurts too much to have to share you with him."
Elena thought for a minute. It wasn't as if she actually cared for Stefan as more than a friend, but she did not want to deal with breaking his heart, yet again. But she realized the longer she waited, the more she would be breaking the heart of the man right in front of her. "Okay," she whispered. Damon's head shot up and he grinned. "Never forget that I love you first and foremost. I will do anything for you."
"Except turn me," he raised his eyebrows, but his smile showed that he was joking.
"Someday," she promised. She gave him a kiss before gathering her clothes to face the other Salvatore.