Chapter 2

Elena's POV

I couldn't go to sleep, everything I tried just wasn't working. The feel of Damon's kiss lingered on my cheek, it sent electric tingles through my body every few seconds. I used to think of Damon Salvatore a cunty asshole just looking to get into my pants. But after the past few weeks, I learned that he was a total sweetheart. And after some careful soul-searching, I realized had developed the (dreaded but expected) feelings.

He kept me company when my (using this word loosely) boyfriend, his younger brother, Stefan Salvatore went out for days at a time. He would call once in a while, telling me he loved me and all this other romantic bullshit. I suspected cheating, but the thought left as quickly as it came. I trusted Stefan and I know he would never betray me.

"Elena, are you awake?" I heard Damon ask, the door slightly ajar. I made a 'mhmm' noise and I heard him enter his bedroom. He flicked on the light, it momentarily blinded me.

"What is it Damon?" I questioned, hopefully sounding clueless and innocent. Damon's face took on a painful pout, his eyes showing pure sadness. My mood fell instantly and I mentally braced myself for terrible news. Damon walked slowly to the bed, taking his time to sit down and get comfortable. He held his arms out as an invite, I gratefully accepted. With my head buried into his black leather jacket and his arms tight around me, I felt safer, like everything would be okay again.

I looked up into his eyes, trying to find any clues about what was happening. All I figured out was that it's not going to be good news. "Damon?" I asked, fiddling with the ring Stefan gave me. He bent down and kissed my forehead, the electric feel flowing through my body once again.

"Elena, my beautiful princess. Stefan is doing the naughty with Katherine. That's where he's been for weeks but he's home right now. But the skank is with him. I'm so sorry." He pulled me in closer, his grip getting reassuringly tighter and buried his face in my hair.

My whole body froze as I tried to wrap my head around what I just heard. My eyes started to tear up as I started believing the words I dreaded. I turned my head into Damon's chest and let the sobs break free. All the hurt and pain leaked over the edges and spilled onto his black T-shirt. I tried to stop the sobs, but that just made me cry harder.

Damon softly stroked my head, whispering reassuring words in the hopes of calming me down. I cried for a good half-hour before my eyes burned from the salt water. I lifted my head, meeting Damon's worried look. He pursed his lips into an adorable pout, I had to look away or I was going to pounce. "How could he?" I asked, my voice breaking on the last word. The last tear slid down my cheek as I looked for answers in Damon's beautiful eyes.

"Because he never understood your perfection. He was a very lucky man, but he took advantage of you. A person who truly loved you would never do that to you..." He let his voice trail off, wanting to imply something. He removed one of his hands from my back and placed it so it caressed my left cheek. His thumb traced my jaw bone very lightly, it sent small shivers down my spine.

I moved into a half sitting/half kneeling position, so I could properly look at Damon. His dark black hair was messy, falling in front of his dark brown eyes. With his arms extended to gently grip my shoulders, I saw the muscles ripple under his leather jacket. I slowly brought my gaze back up to his eyes, taking in every aspect of this beautiful person in front of me. When I finally met his eyes, his mouth broke into a dazzling smile; I felt the familiar warmth creep up to my cheeks. In this perfect moment, I never wanted anybody more than I wanted Damon.

And I think he noticed because he slowly pulled me closer, never breaking eye contact. Once our faces were just a few inches apart, I felt light-headed. "Elena, do you really want to...?" Damon almost purred, his voice filled with a mixture of love and lust. I couldn't talk, my vocal cords felt non-existent. Instead I titled my head slightly and touched my lips to his. He made a noise of pure joy and kissed me back with an intensity Stefan never possessed. His hands slowly went down my back, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. I tangled my right hand in his messy hair and moved my left one behind his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

I saw fireworks behind my eyelids, the passion behind this kiss was overwhelming. My hands untangled from his hair and each glided down his side. Once I reached the edge of his jacket, I opened my eyes so I could maneuver it off of him. Damon caught on to my wishes and took his jacket off, not breaking our kiss. I pulled back, needing air. "Damon, I want to take your shirt off!" I whined, knowing the outcome. He just winked and took my hands into his. He placed my hands on the edge of his T-shirt and raised his arms.

I tore the T-shirt off of him, the need overpowering my rational side. I threw the shirt across the room, my eyes drawn the the perfection in front of me. Damon's abs were oh-so sexy; I trailed my fingers across his chest, enjoying the cool sensation. He gave me a questioning look-asking me if he could do the same- and I nodded with approval.

I heard the distinct noise of fabric being torn, smiling at the fact that Damon was too impatient to take it off normally. He froze, his eyes staring at my chest. I remembered Stefan never saw me shirtless, we never actually went this far. The bullshit news I was told minutes ago came flowing back and I knew what I had to do.

Damon's POV

I was honestly in awe at Elena. She was the definition of sexy and I was elated at the fact that she was almost mine. It was a struggle, but I tore my eyes from her body to look into her beautiful blue eyes. She had her familiar "I-have-a-plan" pout, so I knew the sexual passion/lust/love thing we had going on was over.

"Damon, let's go find Stefan in the midst of his betrayal. Don't put your shirt on, I'm not gonna find a new one." -she paused to wink at me and giggle- "I can't wait to see the look on his face!" I wondered how she ended up with my goody-two shoes brother, with all of this sexy evil built up inside of her.

"Ohh, Elena Gilbert. You are one sexy motherfucker." I growled, my hand wrapped around her waist, holding on possessively. She just laughed, the most beautiful sound in my world. She moved my hand from her waist to her butt, I did not reject. I made a small noise and she snaked her arm around my waist.

So we walked down the stairs, both of us whispering sweet claims of our love. Once we reached the bottom of the stairs I nuzzled into her hair. "Princess, you're going to be shocked/hurt/upset/furious/depressed when you see them banging. Just remember that I'll always be here for you and I care about you more than he ever did." I kissed her neck ever so softly, enjoying her shiver with pleasure. I let my lips linger, breathing in her mouth-watering scent.

"I always had a feeling I would end up with you. You're everything I need and want and I can not live without you. You, Damon Salvatore, are perfect." She told me, her voice soothing and reassuring me of any doubts. We slowly walked into the living room, Elena's breathing began to come quicker. I held her close, hopefully warning her for the shock.

We stood in the doorway, watching them carefully. They weren't doing anything too spectacular, just making out and some stripping. I heard Elena gasp in anger, I felt her tense up. "Damon go break two pieces of wood off the staircase. 'Lena needs some revenge!" She whispered, nudging me ever so lightly. I nodded and turned towards the staircase, knowing what my princess wanted to do. I broke off two decent, unnecessary supporting pieces and handed them to her.

"I'm going to stake the slut first, since she's the weak link. Once I do that, hold Stefan down. I need to make that bitch suffer!" She giggled somewhat evilly and in that moment, I knew never to betray Elena Gilbert.

Elena's POV

I knew vampires turned off their other senses during moments like this, so sneaking up on them will be easy. I slowly walked towards them, careful not to make a sound. I targeted the small of Katherine's back, it looked like it would hurt her most without killing her.

I turned to look at Damon, he nodded with a sexy half smile. It made my heart flutter knowing that he'll always love me. I was right behind Katherine now, my grip on the makeshift stake tightening. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and drove the stake into her back.

I jumped back at the eardrum popping screams coming from Katherine. She wriggled with pain, trying to pull the stake out. I bent down to her face, her fangs instantly coming out. "That's what you get for being a dirty whore," I told her and blew a kiss. She snarled at me, her hand almost grabbing my ankle. I stood up, brushed the dirt of my stomach and turned to face my (ex) boyfriend.

Damon had him pinned up against the wall but he wasn't putting up a fight. "Damon, let me go. I deserve anything Elena wants do to me. I won't run away..." Stefan pleaded, his head hung in shame.

"You can do that Damon, just stand close." I told Damon, laughing hysterically. Damon moved over and Stefan perked his head up. His jaw dropped as he took in all of me. His eyes took in centuries of sadness, his body sagged with the weight of his situation.

"Hey love! I have a few surprises for you, but just remember if you make any attempt to run away, I'll have Damon snap you like a twig." I dropped the stake and moved closer. I put my hand on his chest, right where his heart should be. "You understand?"

Stefan nodded quickly, his hair falling in front of his eyes. I backed away from Stefan, standing far enough away to take in all of him. He was pathetic and I hated the fact that I loved him. I skipped towards Damon, he knew what I was going to do. He pulled me close and crushed his lips onto mine. I poked my tongue into his mouth, basically prying it open.

Stefan snarled loudly, but quieted down soon after. Damon's hands roamed down my back, deliberately playing with my bra strap. I bit his lower lip, making Damon shiver. I pulled back ever so slightly, taking a breath of air. I glanced over at Stefan, he was doubled over in rage. "Enough Damon, promise there will be more." I pressed my lips to his one last time before pulling away. Damon gave me a dazzling smile, sticking his tongue out ever so slightly.

"Well Stefan... how you like 'dem apples?" I laughed as he growled at me. I picked up my stake and moved closer. I pressed the sharper edge to his stomach, our faces dangerously close. I pressed my lips to his cheek for a few seconds before pulling away. "That's the last time I'll kiss you, you lying cheating bastard!" I said, slowly pressing the stake into his stomach.

I honestly enjoyed hearing his screams in pain as I slowly pushed the stake deeper and deeper. "Elena, I'm so sorry." he confessed as he crumpled to the floor in anguish. He gave me the puppy-dog eyes, begging me to end his torture. I snickered, took Damon's hand and walked out; leaving two handicapped cunty vampires on the floor...

So there is chapter 2, did you all like it? I need at least 5 reviews before I will update again! Love you awesome readers xoxo ;)