Unforeseen Consequences
DG32173
Sarah: here's chapter two. Sorry about how short the first chapter was. I'm hoping this one will be a good bit longer. I hope you enjoy. This chapter starts with Elena's viewpoint. Also, as I don't have perfect recall and don't feel like re-watching the episodes during which this takes place, I'm going to use writer's prerogative to say that Jenna has met Damon and thinks he's a friend of Elena's by the time this chapter takes place. And Elena can't do very much in the way of dissuading Jenna of that notion without going into detail of why Damon is bad news.
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Chapter 2
Changes
I frown as I walk slowly to my locker. Stefan has been treating me so differently today. Is it possible that he somehow knows that I slept with Damon last night? But I scrubbed extra hard this morning, trying so hard to get Damon's scent off me that I ended up a little raw from the force I applied with my sponge! He couldn't possibly smell Damon on me after all that, right? So what is it that's making him put up a barrier between us? Things had been going so well with him! Damn Damon for showing up last night! And damn my hormones for making me give in!
I sigh as I open my locker. Suddenly, Caroline's at my elbow. "Is it me or is Stefan putting distance between you two?" she asks.
"Feels like that," I reply softly, reaching for a book.
Caroline suddenly grabs my shoulder and pulls the left side of the collar of my shirt down. "Let me guess: that's not from Stefan, is it?" she asks wryly, pointing to the hickey she had revealed. I blush and avert my eyes. "Well, that's my answer. If you were so determined to be with Stefan, why did you let someone else give you a hickey?" she demands.
"I wasn't thinking straight. My hormones are all over the place and I wasn't thinking straight," I sigh.
"Oh!" she gasps, realizing what I mean. "Well, that is slightly more acceptable. All girls go crazy during that time of the month. So long as you didn't sleep with whoever gave you –" she starts only to trail off when my cheeks heat up so much they must be crimson. She groans. "Elena, you really put your foot in it, didn't you?" she asks.
"Put her foot in it how?" Bonnie asks as she seems to just appear next to us.
"Elena slept with someone last night and it wasn't Stefan," Caroline tells her softly. "And Stefan has been avoiding her all day. Though how he'd know about it, I haven't a clue."
"Elena, I thought you had fallen hard for Stefan," Bonnie exclaims.
"Hormones are going crazy," I mutter.
Bonnie sighs. "That time of the month?" she asks. I nod. "Well, you were always at your craziest during that part of the month."
"And it was your first time, wasn't it?" Caroline asks. I suddenly find my shoelaces incredibly fascinating. "Are you going to at least tell us who stole your virginity?"
"No," I say firmly. "Bad enough that it happened at all. Worse that it happened with him. I'm not giving you ammunition to hold over my head until the day I die. I'd probably kill myself from mortification."
"It can't be that bad," Bonnie says, taking my hand. She drops it almost instantly. "On second thought, there are a few names that would qualify as that bad," she adds, staring at me like I had grown a second head. I immediately realize that she had a vision of who it was. I give a slight nod. She sighs. "None of those names are worth talking about," she says.
"Well, how are we going to get you with your love-match?" Caroline asks.
I sigh. "I don't know how Stefan could have found out," I tell them plaintively. "I don't think he has an idea as to who, or he wouldn't be talking to me at all."
"Just don't let it happen again and I'm sure he'll get over it," Bonnie suggests.
"That's the problem. I think the guy I was with last night is planning on more than just a repeat. He's been after me since we met," I tell them. I shake my head as I get the last of the books I'll need for homework and stuff them in my backpack before shutting my locker. "And now I doubt he'll ever give up."
I shoulder my backpack and make my way outside with my girlfriends. They notice how I'm limping and exchange startled looks. "Is your limping leftover from last night?" Caroline asks softly. I nod. "He's that big?"
I sigh. "Not only is he quite large down there but he also had me going until I fell asleep on him," I grumble. "More than two and a half hours of extreme activity."
"On your first night?" Caroline demands in shock.
"Yep," I reply tersely. "Now, can we please get off the subject of last night's visitor and change to any other topic?"
"Actually, here is where we split ways," Caroline says. "My car's way over on the other side of the parking lot."
"And I have to find my car," Bonnie admits. "I'm going to staying with my Grams for the next several days."
"See you," I tell them.
"Later, Elena," Caroline says as she takes off at a jog for the far side of the parking lot.
As soon as she's out of hearing range, Bonnie grabs my wrist. "Are you crazy?" she hisses. "Damon?"
"Like I said, hormones," I reply softly. "He decided to strip off his jacket and shirt and my hormones took over. Trust me, Bonnie; you might very well have done the same in my position. You have never seen a hot guy until you see Damon topless."
She wrinkles her nose. "Unfortunately, that's the very vision I got when I touched your hand. And now I can't get it out of my head!" she complains. "How could such an evil guy be so damn sexy?"
I shake my head. "I'm having that same problem," I admit. "It keeps popping up at the worst possible times. Just like he does!"
"Are you by chance talking about me?" an amused velvety voice asks from nearby. Bonnie and I jump before scowling at Damon where he's leaning against my SUV. He winks at me and I feel my cheeks heat up. "Well, hello, Elena, don't you look delicious today," he greets. He smirks at Bonnie. "Judgy."
"Vampire," Bonnie hisses at him. "Elena, as I said, I have to go. Grams is expecting me. Maybe we can figure out a magical solution to your pest problem."
"It would be most appreciated," I tell her wryly.
"Bye," Damon says, wiggling his fingers as Bonnie heads off to find her car. He turns his attention to me, his eyes right back to the same seductive bedroom eyes they were last night. "Miss me?" he asks.
"Not a chance," I grumble. "Are you a stalker now?"
"I just happened to be in the neighborhood, thought I'd drop by," he replies.
"You 'just happened' to be near the high school when the students are let out? Doubtful," I growl. "Mind getting away from my car? It might get Damon cooties."
"But you just love Damon cooties," he teases as he obediently steps away from my car.
"No, I don't," I tell him, walking over to the driver's side.
"Could've fooled me," he retorts.
"I'm a red-blooded human female who is going through severe hormonal issues right now," I tell him flatly. "That is all there is to it."
"By the way, I noticed someone had stolen your virginity. I can smell it. Mind sharing who that was?" Damon asks.
I feel a chill go down my spine. So that's how Stefan knew. "Shut up, Damon," I hiss. "What are you trying to prove?"
Stefan
Near the entrance of the school
I watch and listen as Damon eggs Elena on. Damon has no sense of propriety and thus didn't feel at all reluctant to just blurt out the question that has been running through my head all day. "Who was it, Elena?" Damon asks, crossing his arms with a cocky grin.
Elena's cheeks are flaming red and she looks ready to breathe fire. "Damon, shut up. I don't need this right now."
"Well, it disappeared at some point last night, I presume. Who did you invite into your bedroom?"
Elena shakes her head furiously. "Stop it, Damon. Whatever you're trying to do isn't going to work on me," she snaps.
"I'm just trying to find out who the lucky guy was," he chuckles.
"What's your goal in this? It's bad enough it happened!" she snaps, tears in her eyes. "Hormonal-driven sex is nothing."
"Oh, it's something when it's your first time. Care to tell me who it is?"
"I don't need to stand here and try to figure out what game you're playing," she snaps, shoving her car key into the driver door and unlocking it. Before she can open the door, however, Damon has her turned around so that her back is pressed to the door and his arms are on either side of her head, penning her in. I desperately want to intervene but I want to know who she was with and why Damon is so adamant in getting her to confess it even more so. "Let me go, Damon."
"After you tell me who took your virginity. C'mon, there's no one anywhere near us."
"You just won't stop until I say it, will you?" she asks.
"Nope," he affirms.
"Fine, if you're so damn eager for an ego boost, then I'll tell you: I hate that it was you!" she snaps angrily. I freeze so completely that even my breathing stops. I couldn't have heard right. But Elena says it again. "It was you, Damon Salvatore, who stole my virginity. And I hate myself for allowing it to happen."
"Baby, you didn't just allow it to happen. You ran into my arms and you know it," Damon says, backing away with a grin. "Hormones or no hormones, you wanted it."
I can see just by the shame on her face that she had wanted to let my brother take her. I take off at that point, unable to handle any further wounds on my heart.
Damon
I sense my brother taking off from where he had been positioned near the school entrance. Suddenly, Elena's slap brings my attention firmly back to her. Ow! Dammit, why the hell do her slaps hurt so damn much? I'm on human blood for crying out loud! "Don't come near me again or you're going to get something pointy and wooden in the most painful place I can stick it. And I'm not referring to your heart, if you even have one," she tells me coldly.
I wince at the not-so-subtle threat to jam a stake into my jewels. She turns around and climbs into the driver's seat of her SUV. I smirk at her as she makes a show of locking me out. She knows damn well that if I really wanted to get to her, I could just rip the door from the frame without any effort. But I'll let her have her little temper-tantrum if it makes her feel better.
I raise a hand and wave at her as she pulls out of her parking spot, a smirk gracing my lips. I had been close enough to hear the entire conversation between Elena and her girlfriends from when they stepped out of the school, including the bit just between Elena and Bonnie. I chuckle. Things between Elena and I are just starting to heat up. Now to fan the flames until she submits to what we both want again and again. She will be mine.
I chuckle as I make my way to my car. Things are definitely going right for a change. I've already made sure Stefan won't touch her, what with him taking note of how ashamed she looked following my voicing that she had wanted me last night. That very shame made it clear to anyone who heard what I said and saw her face that she really had wanted me and that she'd rather die than admit it. That was step one of the plan: make Stefan back off. Next step is to build up the heat in Elena until she throws herself into my arms and begs me to take her again.
I reach my car and unlock the door before sliding into the driver's seat. I buckle up since I really don't want one of Liz's officers pulling me over for not wearing a seatbelt. Then I start the engine and pull out of the students' parking lot and turn the Camaro in the direction of Elena's house. I'm going to invite myself for dinner. Admittedly, I'll make Jenna do the inviting, but it will essentially be the same thing.
As I pull into the Gilbert driveway, I smirk to see that Elena hadn't come straight home. Perfect. Hopefully by the time she gets home, I'll have already scored my invite to dinner. And lucky for me, Jenna is home. I turn off my Camaro and climb out, locking the car before shutting the door. I then make my way up the porch steps and ring the doorbell. Normally I'd bypass the door in favor of Elena's window but this is one time I don't really have a choice.
It only takes a few seconds before Jenna Sommers opens the door. "Oh! Damon, I wasn't expecting you," she says. "Elena had to run some errands after school. It will probably be a couple hours before she gets home."
"Well, then, I suppose I could cook dinner in her place," I offer with a warm smile. "That is one of the things she does around here, right? Make the meals?"
Jenna chuckles weakly. "Only because I would end up burning the house down if I weren't strictly supervised in the kitchen. I can manage PB&J sandwiches but that's about it," she admits, stepping back to allow me to step inside. "I'm sure not having to make dinner will make her very grateful. Come on in. I'm sure you know where the kitchen is by now."
"I do," I confirm, stepping in. "I'll see what ingredients you have and whip up something."
Elena
Three hours later
I scowl when I see an all-too-familiar dusty blue 1969 Chevy Camaro convertible sitting in my driveway as soon as I turn onto my street. I groan but know that he's not going to leave until at least after dinner has been eaten. I sigh and park in my usual spot in my driveway before turning off my car. There's not much I can do to rid Jenna of the notion that Damon is a friend of mine without letting her know the truth about the supernatural. And I don't plan on telling her that any time soon.
With another sigh, I climb out of my car and lock up before heading inside. As soon as I step through the door, though, I am slammed with the delicious scent of something scrumptious being made. I know damn well that it's not Jenna's cooking that's giving off the mouthwatering aroma. And Jeremy doesn't cook unless he's forced to. So that leaves Damon to be the chef of tonight's dinner. That means he'll be staying for dinner because it would be rude to kick the chef out without allowing them to take part in the meal they made. Wonderful.
"Elena, is that you?" Jenna calls from the direction of the kitchen.
"Yeah, just got back from those errands I had to run," I tell her. "I can tell we're having company for dinner."
"Damon offered to cook dinner since you'd be late coming in," Jenna says sheepishly. "I didn't think you'd mind the helping hand."
"It's fine," I call, gritting me teeth. I start climbing the stairs "I'm going to put my stuff in my room then I'll be back down."
It takes only a couple minutes to deposit my backpack and purse in my room before making my way to the kitchen. I gape in awe at the three dishes Damon has fixed for us. "Okay, it all smells delicious but what is it?" I ask.
Damon chuckles. "That's panzanella," he says, motioning to what looks like a salad. He then points to a meat dish. "That's porchetta," he continues. "And the third dish for the meal is stuffed peppers. They're all Italian recipes I was taught by my mother before she died. Desert will be cherry pie," he says, winking at me. I frown at him. "We were just waiting for you to get home before eating."
"I'll go get Jeremy," Jenna says, leaving the room.
"What are you doing here, Damon?" I hiss once she's out of earshot.
"Taking your place as chef for the evening," he teases.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone," I growl.
"You did. Doesn't mean I'll listen," he points out.
I groan. "What do you want from me?" I demand.
He smirks. "You'll find out soon enough," he tells me.
I open my mouth to demand answers now, but that's when Jenna and Jeremy come back downstairs. Damon conscripts my help in transferring dinner to the dining room table. As dinner progresses, I have to admit that Damon is a damn good cook. Not to mention he is pretty funny. As hard as I try to remain aloof to his wicked sense of humor, it is too much a match for my own for me to succeed. He quickly has me laughing just as hard as Jeremy and Jenna at his wit. Then it's time for desert and I know that the type of pie is going to bring all kinds of innuendos from Damon's lips.
Jenna takes a bite of her slice of pie and moans her pleasure. "This pie is delicious, Damon," she compliments him.
"Thank you," he says appreciably. "I always loved a good cherry," he adds, smirking at me.
I feel my face turn a thousand shades of red. Damn him! And unfortunately, Jenna takes note of the sudden color change in my face. "Elena, are you alright?" she asks. "Your face is flushed."
"Fine," I reply quickly. "Just fine."
I take a bite of my slice of pie to discover that it is just as good as the rest of the meal was. I give Damon a reluctant nod to show I appreciate it. His smirk relaxes into a smile briefly, just long enough for me to catch that it had changed before it returns to a smirk. And after dinner comes a movie. Since Damon is the guest, Jenna gives him the right to choose. I expect him to choose an action movie with lots of fighting so I'm surprised when he chooses Titanic. Before I can sit in a chair, Damon claims me for his lap as he takes one end of the couch. I smack him and he pretends to wince while rubbing his shoulder with one hand. We're barely half an hour into the movie when the doorbell rings. Everyone groans. I sigh and tug out of Damon's embrace to go answer the door.
As soon as I open the door, though, I realize that this was a really bad timing. "Stefan," I say softly.
"Hey," he greets.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"C'mon, Elena, you're leaving us at a good spot," Damon calls.
Stefan's eyes widen in shock. "Damon's here?" he asks dubiously.
"He came while I was running errands and cooked dinner for us. We were watching Titanic when you rang the doorbell," I tell him sheepishly.
"You and Damon were watching Titanic?" he asks doubtfully.
"And Jenna and Jeremy," I tell him. "Damon got to pick since he's the guest. Anyways, we're already a good ways into the movie or I would invite you to join us."
"No, that's fine," he assures me, backing away. "I'll talk to you tomorrow at school."
"You didn't say why you came here in the first place," I point out.
"It's nothing, really. I'll just … go," he says.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," I tell him before closing the door and returning to the living room. Damon wraps an arm around my waist and drags me back into his lap while Jenna hits play on the remote. I don't bother smacking him as it didn't do any good the first time.
Stefan
I take a chance and peek through the living room window just in time to see Damon pull Elena into his lap. I'm surprised that she doesn't even try to protest. Admittedly, Jenna and Jeremy are in the room as well, as she had said, but she didn't even try to smack him. How did things end up like this? How could I not have seen him winning her over until it was too late?
Damon
I smirk as I see Stefan's mournful face looking through the living room window from the corner of my eye. I decide this is too good an opportunity to pass up. I slightly tighten my grip around her waist, not enough to hurt her, but enough to pull her closer to me. Then I set my other hand in her lap. While my hand is actually nowhere near her crotch, Stefan wouldn't see that from the angle he's viewing us from. He'd get the implication that my hand is right up at that delicious spot where her legs meet her hips. To make things all the sweeter for me and all the worse for Stefan, Elena relaxes into me.
Stefan
I feel my eyes widen when Damon places his hand right where Elena's legs meet her hips and she doesn't do a damn thing about it. Instead, she actually relaxes into him! I shake my head in disbelief and take off. I had thought things were going so well between Elena and me! I thought she hated him! How did things take such a horrendous turn so quickly and without me even realizing it?
Elena
After the movie and dinner cleanup
I sigh as I walk to the door with Damon. "Okay, I'll admit it: you're more fun than I gave you credit for," I tell him.
"I keep telling people that," he retorts.
"Don't get too excited. I still don't like you all that much. But you have convinced me that we might be able to be friends," I say. "You're going to have to work hard to make me forgive you for all the bad you've done in my town. But I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. You're only getting one chance. Screw up once and that's it."
He freezes so completely even his breathing stops, not that he needs to breathe but it is helpful for the whole human guise. I decide that my agreeing to give him a chance to become my friend had taken him by complete surprise. It takes a couple of minutes for him to recover from the shock. When he does, he winks at me. "You won't regret it," he promises as he opens the front door. "How about I give you a ride to school tomorrow?" he asks.
I frown. "Why?" I ask.
"Well, I want the excuse to be able to pick you up after school and take you to the movies. That's what friends do, right? Go to the movies, hang out, that sort of thing," he replies.
I purse my lips in thought before sighing. "I'm never going to hear the end of this from my friends," I tell him. "But I'll let you be my ride to and from school tomorrow."
"Perfect!" he says. "I'll pick you up at seven."
"Seven it is, then," I agree. "See you in the morning."
"See ya," he replies, walking down the steps. I watch from the door as he makes his way to his car. He looks over and sees I'm watching him as he reaches it. He waves his goodbye and I wave goodbye in return, a reluctant smile on my lips. He then climbs in his car, buckles up, and starts the engine. We exchange one last wave before he pulls out of my drive.
I smile and go back inside, locking up the screen and front door behind me. Things are starting to change and I'm not sure if I like where they're heading but I know it's too late to start fighting. That window of opportunity closed as soon as I ran into Damon's arms last night.
Damon
As I make the drive to the boarding house, I have to admit that tonight's ending really was a shocker. I had thought I'd have to work much harder to make her open to the idea of being friends with me. Well, that actually set my plans forward a good deal. Friendship is going to quickly turn to romance and then she'll be mine. And Stefan won't lay a finger on her. Don't know what he came over to the Gilbert house tonight for, but he is definitely not going to touch her after what he thought he saw happen between me and her on the couch. Life is going good. Now I just have to make sure that Stefan doesn't get it in his head to put me back in that damn cell in a second attempt at desiccating me.
