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She slapped him. Hard, right across the face. "Don't you ever kiss me again Damon Salvatore. I have absolutely no feelings for you and never will. Now get the hell out of my room." Sure it was harsh, but she needed to get away from him, now. She was on the verge of giving in.
Damon's nostrils flared, "You're going to regret that." He reached to her neck, ripped off her necklace and flung it across the room.
"No!" Elena tried to fling herself after it but Damon caught her and threw her onto her own bed. He stalked towards her and all of a sudden Elena was terrified. Never before had she felt so vulnerable, like the desperate prey doomed by the hunt of the very hungry predator.
She crawled backwards to her headboard, eying his approach wearily. "What are you going to do to me Damon?" She couldn't keep the slight note of hysteria out of her voice. He simply stood at the foot of her bed watching her. The sweet pained look that had been all over his face just minutes before had vanished completely. Elena was reminded of just how dangerous he was... and just how much she liked it.
"Nothing that you wouldn't already want... Elena." He added her name as a velvety afterthought.
"You have no idea what I want." Elena responded defiantly.
"On the contrary," Damon stalked to the side of the bed, "without the necklace, I can get back into that pretty little head of yours..."
Elena braced herself. Was he bluffing? She had never really asked Stefan the extent of vampires' power over other people's unprotected minds as it had never really been an issue. Could he assess feelings? Thoughts? He couldn't hear exactly what she was thinking right now could he... his current smirk suddenly seemed all the more ominous. Fuck. "You wouldn't."
"My sweet Elena, why the hell wouldn't I?"
"Because you're better than that." Of course, leave it to her to try to see the good in me still, even while she's busy hating me, thought Damon.
Damon's face went blank. "Stop doing that Elena."
"Stop what?"
"That! Thinking that I'm better than I really am."
Elena edged toward him again, unable to help herself. He was hurting, she could see it clearly, "Damon, one day you'll find someone who's right for you..."
"Psh, don't feed me clichés Elena, I'm not some lost puppy."
"Aren't you?"
Damon's face turned stony. "Okay, that hurt. What, and I suppose you've found yourself your perfect mate?"
"Keep Stefan out of this!" Elena huffed angrily.
"But he's already in this!" Damon cried out angrily, running his hands through his dark locks. "He keeps a picture of Katherine on his desk Elena, on his desk! He looks at it every day, every goddamn day for over a hundred years now. He's never seriously dated another girl since her other than you. Don't you find that a little bit odd?"
Elena bit on her lip. These were all concerns that plagued her mind for months now but she had never mouthed a word of them aloud. Damon pressed on seeing he was having an impact, "He still has it Elena. He still keeps a picture of his ex around even though he claims he's in love with you."
"Stefan does love me!" Elena shouted beginning to get royally pissed off. Damon was really hitting a nerve. Elena hadn't forgotten the horrible betrayed feeling she had felt after finding Katherine's portrait the night after they had slept together. That was actually the same night Damon had saved her from her car...
"Oh yeah? Remind me how he fell for you? Hmmm... let's see, he saw you looked like his lady-love, he stalked you for months, moved to the same school as you and then wormed his way into your vulnerable heart. Well, that sounds like a healthy relationship." Damon said, emphasizing 'that' in his usual theatrical manner.
"Yeah, because I'm sure your intentions are so much more noble." Elena spat back.
Damon crouched so he was at her eyelevel. "I simply fell for the girl who was dating my brother. Still scandalous? Sure, but more at the Maury show level than needing serious therapy and an intervention."
His smile had come back and this soothed Elena a little. "Huh. And I'm sure my resemblance to Katherine was just a happy coincidence for you."
"Well at least I admit to having had feelings for her. I find Stefan's denial and subsequent opposing actions far more disturbing..." Elena frowned. He had a point.
He held her stare for another moment and then straightened up. "And you're right... I would never get in your head like that," he threw her a smirk, "well maybe only in your dreams..." Then he signed, a shutter afflicting his body. "If you ever acted back on your feelings, I would want it to be real." He let the comment hang between them, the tension in the room becoming palpable. "Man, you've really made me turn into a big ol' sofitie." He started walking to the door, sadly reaching for the knob to leave.
Elena felt her heart break. "Damon wait!" She bounded from the bed, but suddenly started shrieking in pain, "Ow ow ow!" She hobbled on one foot as a stabbing pain shot through her foot. She looked down and realized she had landed on a shard of glass from her discarded picture frame. "Shit!"
Damon was at her side in an instant and then lifted her up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... does it hurt really badly?"
Elena struggled against his embrace, "Stupid bulletproof vampires!" she pouted.
"Well I can give you some of my blood to ease the pain if you really wish..." he teased as he laid her back onto the bed.
Elena looked up from her foot to Damon, eying him curiously. "Does it bother you?"
Damon was taken aback. Did what bother him? Her rejecting him? His brother always getting the love he, Damon, so desperately wanted? Just being himself? He settled for a confused: "What?"
"My blood here. Does it bother you?" She had not forgotten all the hours they had spent together as Stefan was recovering from his self-imposed stint after tripping out on her blood. He had almost let himself die... Stefan had wanted to die. Elena had never felt so helpless in her life, and worthless. Was she not worth the effort to try to live for? She had never really forgotten how easily Stefan had given up on life afterwards... given up on them even though she was still fighting.
Damon and her had bonded tremendously during that time. Elena almost giggled as she thought back to their trip to the supermarket during that week... Damon really would be that guy who abused his shopping cart driving privileges... right into the toilet paper display. He had then compelled the poor worker who came to yell at him into cleaning it up and giving him a discount on all his alcohol purchases as a cherry on top.
Damon smiled knowingly, "I'm not my brother Elena. I can handle my blood." She had seen the bites on Caroline's very alive body. She knew that he could bite even in the heat of the moment and have everything under control. A sudden jolt went through her body... and it took her a minute to recognize it as jealousy. Was she really that crazy?
Elena nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed and looking away. Damon pressed on seeing there was still something on her mind, "Is there something else you wanted to ask me Elena?"
Elena squirmed a bit. She didn't know what was coming over her. All she knew was that there was a clenching in her gut every time he said her name. Which happened to be quite a lot. She also knew that she wanted him to stay... But how to tell him that? She pulled the shard of glass out of her foot and stared at it. It was red with her blood. Without a second thought, she put it to her lips and darted her tongue out.
"Elena, what the-" but it was too late, Elena was already tasting her own blood. It had a strangely metallic taste. Elena could see from the corner of her eye that Damon was staring at her seemingly hypnotized. She had him in the palm of her hand... and she loved it. She licked the glass again and gasped when she tasted fresh blood coming from her tongue. She ran it over her lips.
Damon gulped audibly. "Well, that's what you get for licking glass." He had meant for the remark to come out snarky and offhand... all he heard in his own voice was unbridled desire. He watched as Elena smeared her own blood over her lips with her tongue like some deliciously sick lipstick. Mixing sex appeal with blood? Damon thought, this woman really is out to kill me... again.
Elena looked up at him from beneath her thick lashes, feigning innocence, "Would you like a taste?"
Damon just stared, did she have the ability to compel him or something, he wondered? "Elena... don't tease me."
Elena smiled. How had she not admitted it before? Here he was... her own dark angel looking out for her. He would do anything for her, be anything for her. How many times had he come to her rescue even when he owed her nothing? When she did nothing but turn around and flaunt her relationship with his brother in his face?
Elena reached around his neck and pulled his face down to hers as she lay back against her bed, pulling him on top of her. She kissed him eagerly, running her tongue along his mouth, begging for access. She could tell he was caught off guard, but as soon as his hands were underneath her back, pulling her closer to him, she knew he was game. Their tongues fought for dominance as she wrapped her legs around him, wanting nothing but to be as close to him as possible.
Elena moaned into his mouth as he readjusted himself between her legs. What alternate reality had Damon Salvatore landed in where the girl of his dreams was actually tangling her body tightly around his? This never happened to him... he was the guy who fucked mindlessly... he felt like a friggin virgin for crying out loud, on the verge of 'making love' for the first time. If he hadn't been so damn preoccupied with how turned on Elena was making him, he might have internally sniggered at the thought.
Just as quickly as the steamy kiss had started, Damon pulled back. "What's wrong?" Elena asked, her chest heaving as she restrained herself. Damon watched hungrily as her flimsy tee-shirt material stretched over her breasts and licked her blood off his lips. Then he caught himself and looked up. Elena smiled in spite of herself at having witnessed this small moment. She felt like more of a woman than ever.
Damon struggled to get his words out, "I just know that once I get started... I wouldn't be able to stop."
Elena's brow furrowed, "But I thought you said..."
"No, not with the blood, though it is incredibly delicious..." he added lightly before continuing. "I mean this," he shifted a bit to demonstrate, Elena's eyes fluttered. "If we do this... there's no going back."
Yep, I'm a tease ;)
