Hey everyone! So here is chapter 2. It is shorter then chapter 1 but it does end off with a cliff hanger that will lead into a chaotic chapter 3.
Hope you all enjoy it :D
Bound To You
Chapter 2:
"Damon!" I yell as I burst through the front door to the Salvatore Boarding House. I see him standing in front of the fireplace in the parlor nursing a glass of bourbon. He doesn't even look up at my arrival, just continues to stare at the flames in front of him.
I growl at his lack of response. The anger that has been building up in me all the way to the Boarding House feels like it's going to make me combust. I walking quickly to the drinking cart and don't even hesitate when throwing one of the glass tumblers at the back of Damon's head, breaking on impact.
"What the hell was that for!" He screams as he turns around to face me.
"You know exactly what that was for!" I fire right back at him.
As soon as I got out of the shower, after an extremely long day at school, I found my closet and drawers completely bare. The only clothing left in my room where a lacy pair of lingerie, a black pair of short shorts and a black button up shirt that I instantly recognized as Damon's; all left on my bed. Even the clothes I was wearing all day at school disappeared. And from the look on Damon's face he knows exactly where my clothes disappeared off too.
"Damon! Where the hell are all my clothes!" I say, quickly losing my patience.
"I thought I would do the generous thing and do your laundry. The lease you could do is thank me, Elena." He said with a sigh only to start to chuckle at the look of horror on my face.
"Are you fucking kidding me!"
"Not only is she ungrateful but she also finds the need to swear." He says mocking offence.
"So you thought leaving me this," I say pointing at the outfit Damon so generously chose for me, "would be an amazing idea."
"Actually, no." he says in a sincere voice as he walks up to meet me in the parlor entrance, "It would've been an amazing idea if didn't leave you the shorts." he says with a smirk and a wink.
Before he could even blink I hit him, quickly wiping the smirk off his face. He rubs his jaw and looks back at me, his blue eyes hard and void of any emotion. "Don't ever do that again."
"Make me." I dare him in the same even voice as he did.
The next thing I know Damon has my wrists locked in his left hand, while his body was pressing mine into the floor. I try to move only for me to figure out how pointless it was for trying. Damon's body was like a brick wall, on top of mine; no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move a muscle. Even my legs which where tangled with his, where barely able to move.
"Now what was it that I told you not to do." Damon says as he lightly runs his free hand down my side and towards my bare thigh, all the while not removing his eyes from mine. The light movements he was drawing on my thigh started to do weird things to my belly, that I unwillingly liked; but I'd be damned if I let him figure that out.
I was saved from having to reply, from the sound of the front door being slammed shut. "What the hell is going on here?" came the voice of my very annoyed boyfriend.
"Well brother, Elena here came over to get my expert opinion on her new outfit." Damon says smirking down at me, not having moved an inch since Stefan walked in.
My eyes widen as I realized what Damon did. "You heard him driving up, didn't you? You planed this whole thing!" the sexy smirk growing on his face confirmed my thoughts. "You are unbelievable!" I say while glaring up at him.
He lets out husky chuckle, "You know," he says as he leans down as whispers in my ear, "most of the time that I'm in this position with a women, and she says that, its under completely different circumstances." he says as he gives me a once over, causing a unwanted shiver to go down my spine. "Although," he says as an after thought, "they usually do have a lot less clothing on." he says with a wink.
"God, your disgusting." I say as I look over at Stefan for help.
"We both know that's not what your actually thinking." he says as he jumps off my body and walks to his discarded glass only to realize he can't move past the side table closest to the entrance of the parlor. "What the hell?"
"What's wrong?" I ask from my position on the floor.
"It's like there's some kind of barrier up." he says, his voice fulled with confusion as he pushes against the barrier.
"What?" I ask as I get off the floor and walk towards Damon. "Let me see."
"Elena. Stop." I stop about 4 feet from where Damon stands only to see his hand meet nothing. "Its gone." he says in a voice so quite that if I weren't standing so close to him, I wouldn't have heard it.
"What's happening?" I ask, starting to get nervous.
"I don't know," he says as he turns around to face me, "but I bet lover boy over there, knows exactly what's happening."
I turn around to see Stefan's stone hard face, "Stefan, please tell me he's lying." The flash of guilt that crossed his face was the only confirmation I needed. "What did you do Stefan?"
The tension filled room was becoming unbearable, but it was quickly broken by the sound of a knock on the door.
OMG! Who's at the door? :O
I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm almost done chapter 2 but as soon as I'm done I'll post it. But in meantime please review and tell everyone about my fanfic :)
