Aloha readers! Here's chappie numero deux for you. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, even though I want to.
Chapter Two: Self Control
At a more reasonable time in the morning, Elena knocked on the door to the board house, ready to spend her Saturday with Stefan.
She had the day planned; chill in his room for a bit, go for a bit of shopping or a walk in the woods, have lunch at the new restaurant downtown and then return to the boarding house for a while longer before she had to go home.
Of course, she hadn't scheduled in make out sessions. They were going to be spontaneous. Elena let a large smile slip onto her face as the door opened.
Her smile soon dropped.
"Good morning, Princess. I trust you had a good night's sleep?" Damon was giving her that smile that was half smile half smirk as he gazed down at her.
Elena swallowed before answering. "When I was able to sleep, yes. And why were you hanging around outside my room last night?"
"I just thought I'd pop in for a little chat," he replied, smirking. No need to tell her I was sitting outside her window all afternoon too…
"At twenty past three this morning?" she retorted, raising an eyebrow. Damon grinned at her.
"Just thought I'd say hi."
Elena scoffed. "You didn't even say hi."
"Elena?" he asked softly.
Elena was taken aback at the smooth sound of his voice, so very different from what it normally was. "Yes?"
"Hi."
Elena glared as he laughed. "Are you going to let me in?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Of course. Would you like to come in, Princess?" Damon stepped to the side and made a motion with his hand that said 'after you'.
Elena rolled her eyes and entered the house, ignoring that as she did so, he shoulder brushed his chest. Stepping into the hall, she looked through to the study and the kitchen.
"Stefan?" she said loudly, setting her bag on the table in the entryway.
"Is not in, I'm afraid," Damon called from the kitchen. Elena shook her head, chastising herself for not keeping an eye on him. But how can I all the time? She asked herself, he's a vampire for god's sake!
"My dearest brother is out looking for bunnies," Damon said, suddenly beside her and giving her a glass of what appeared to be lemonade. "Or was it squirrels?" He smirked at her. "I can never remember."
Elena took a sip from her glass. It was lemonade. "You shouldn't tease him. At least he doesn't go out every night and prey on humans."
Damon shook his head. "He's a vampire for Christ's sake! He's meant to feed on humans! A rabbit isn't going to last him long." He paused in thought for a moment. "When the pair of you are together, does he ever look at you in a way that makes you nervous?"
Elena frowned, so he elaborated. "Does something in his eyes sometimes make something inside you scream and want to run?"
Elena bit her lip and stayed silent.
Damon nodded knowingly. "Yeah. That's because he gets thirsty quicker. He gets thirsty for proper food, not rabbits or whatever it is that he sinks his fangs into."
Elena's jaw tightened. Unfortunately, he had a point.
"And you don't?" she asked, "You don't get hungry quicker, being around your source of 'food' all day?"
Damon grinned down at her. "It's called self control, Princess. I've fed on humans since I was turned, whereas Saint Stefan only fed on them… twice I think, before turning into the bunny hunter. His vampire instincts will crave your blood more than mine will because they've tasted human before but are being denied it."
"You claim to have self control," Elena began, "But I've never seen it."
A smirk spread across his face. "Really?" he took a step towards her, and she took one back. Damon moved closer to her and took her glass from her hand before moving closer to her still. Before she knew it, Damon had her back up against the wall, only inches away from her.
"For a vampire that feeds on what he's meant to, I'd say being this close to a human without doing anything is pretty good self control."
Elena exhaled sharply as Damon's breath tickled her face. He leaned forwards, his mouth centimetres from hers, before moving down to her neck, his warm breath ghosting over her skin, then she could feel his lips on her.
"And yet you still go straight for my throat," Elena pointed out. It would have been better, however, if her voice had been a bit steadier.
Damon smirked against her. "But I haven't bitten," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. His mouth trailed up the side of her neck and he pulled back when he reached her jaw. His smirk grew larger as he heard something interesting.
"Your little heart is pounding hard, Princess. Do I make you nervous?"
Elena swallowed hard. Yes. "No."
"Hmm… I think I do…"
Damon leaned toward her face again, and Elena knew he was going to kiss her. Instinctively, she shut her eyes, waiting for the contact.
But it never came.
She opened her eyes and found herself alone in the hall. She frowned, and heard a door close upstairs.
"Damon?" she asked to the house. No reply.
Huh. That's weir-
The front door opened, and Stefan came in, giving Elena a bright smile as he saw her standing there.
Damon heard him coming.
"Elena, you're early. I was out hunting." He hugged her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"I know. Damon told me where you were."
At the mention of his brother, Stefan frowned. "He didn't do anything to upset you, did he?"
"NO!" At the startled look on Stefan's face, she covered up her hasty answer. "I mean, no, he didn't. He just opened the door for me, told me where you were and that you'd be back soon, then went to his room."
Stefan raised his eyebrows at her recount, but shook it off. "Are you ready to go out?" he asked her softly, moving a strand of hair from her face.
"Stefan… if you don't mind, I'd like to just go home. I feel a little sick," Elena replied, looking up at him, hoping he'd let her go.
"Okay, would you like me to drive you home?" He looked down at her worriedly, taking in how pale she looked.
"No, I'll drive myself. I'll be okay."
He kissed her gently. "I will see you later then, lovely love."
Elena hastily left the house, and it was only when she was in her car and driving home that she released the breath that she didn't know she'd been holding.
Self control… seems to be an issue with vamps, huh?
"Lovely love" is Stefan's name for Elena from the books, if anybody doesn't know. I love those books.
Anyway, tell me what you think so far my lovely loves.
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Luna xxx
