Forever Got Too Long
By: Darkest Ember
Chapter 2: Home Sweet Hell
SUMMARY: Damon is tired of struggling, tired of never being enough. So, he decides to do something about it, regardless of whether or not Elena is willing to accept reality at first. Takes place after 2x16 The House Guest, without Isobel's appearance. Will Damon become a bigger threat to Elena than Klaus, or will he become her new lover? This story will be strictly DamonxElena, with some potential developments for some StefanxKatherine scenes later on.
WARNING: This story is going to involve a darker, meaner side to Damon at some points. Some things are going to happen between him and Elena that probably will never happen in the show, but that's the fun of Fanfiction :) There will be violence, language, sexual situations, and gore in future chapters.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. This is written for entertainment purposes.
PREVIOUSLY: One way or another, he was going to disprove her last comment. Soon, she would be his and his alone.
Damon's '67 Chevrolet Camaro rode along the country roads as smoothly as it ever had. A light, chilled breeze flew across the front bench seat, occasionally whipping Elena's long chocolate brown strands of hair around. Damon hoped that she would remain in a peaceful sleep until they reached an appropriate destination. He didn't want to deal with his protests, though he expected them, at this time.
So, he slightly adjusted the volume knob on the radio and sped further along the beautifully frosted pasture wastelands.
Because he was relying on Katherine, of all people, to keep his secret safe, he knew he had a limited list of actions. He needed to find a place to stay where there could be no other communication with other humans. That eliminated any sort of motel or hotel. He wanted to stay in state for now, so long as he could find the perfect place to stay. After all, if communication was disabled, it shouldn't matter that he was still in state, right?
He rested his head in his palm, arm bent leaning against the cool glass, while his opposite hand remained tightly wrapped around the wheel. He sighed heavily, wondering how long it would take before Elena would welcome this idea, or her true feelings for that matter. Sure, he was willing to do what it would take.
And the darkest part of him had every desire to make her bleed, make her scream, make her be whatever he wanted her to be. It was going to be more of an internal battle than anything else. Should he sacrifice his recently regained his humanity, or give in to old habits?
Before he could offer himself a proper answer, his foot drifted over to the brake pedal once he noticed the setting to the right of the road. It was perfect!
Damon roughly turned the wheel onto the gravel driveway that led up to a decrepit, yet charming old farmhouse. Weeds covered the walkway leading to the front porch. Moss grew along the sides of the house. A couple of discolored shudders were hanging haphazardly on either side of the windows. The wooden steps creaked beneath the weight of Damon's black boots. He slowly ran his fingers along the rough railing until he reached the front door.
Excitement caused his veins to tingle. He couldn't wait to see what the interior looked like.
His fingers wrapped around the worn brass doorknob. The door flew open, lightly ramming into the wall nearby. Much to his surprise, the house was still furnished. Oh well, that was only a plus for him, right?
He stepped forward, wanting to explore the rest of the house, but quickly realized that that loathsome invisible vampire barrier was preventing him from doing so. It could only mean one thing…this wasn't an abandoned house after all.
At least it'd be an easy fixer upper.
Stefan wouldn't lie to himself. With Damon and Katherine gone on their own accord, he was immensely enjoying his time with Elena. Despite the given circumstances, Elena was being oddly playful. When the sun was beginning to set, he had suggested that they should leave. She lunged forward and stole his keys, grinning.
"You'll have to catch me first," she declared.
"Oh, really now?" he laughed, chasing after her.
She had a head start, so she managed to create some distance between them. Stefan decided that if she could cheat, so could he. He sped forward with his vampiric speed and wrapped his arms around Elena.
"Gotcha," he whispered.
He carried her back to the car and headed toward the Grill. For the briefest moment, driving past these abandoned homes and ancient trails in the woods, Stefan found himself mentally reliving moments from 1864. Moments shared with Katherine.
Of course he was accustomed to their similar appearance, but tonight their personalities seemed to be fusing into one. Elena was reminding him of how Katherine acted when they first met.
And he liked that.
Elena braced herself as she felt Damon press down harder on the accelerator. Damon never was a safe driver. "Speeding isn't going to get us there on time," she said, though she didn't quite know where there was.
Damon glanced over at her briefly and laughed. "Don't be silly, Elena. In this car, we can get anywhere, just like that." He snapped his fingers to illustrate his point. Elena rolled her eyes. "Speedy humans, I guess I'll have to believe, but not cars."
And just as the words left her mouth, the car lurched forward at impossible speeds. Alarmed, Elena stared at Damon wide-eyed. "Vampire car," Damon smirked.
"That…that can't be possible," she challenged. "By definition anything that's a 'vampire' would live off of blood."
"Exactly," Damon nodded.
Elena fell back against the seat, imaging cars, like the ones from that Pixar movie, with faces and personalities, draining each other of blood…or oil…or whatever vampire cars run on. Imagine that.
Vampire Cars.
Blurred light crept into Elena's vision. Pain burned, slowly at first, before spreading like wildfire across the right side of her skull. Shakily, she touched where she believed to be the source of pain and immediately retracted her hand. Her fingertips were smeared with blood.
Elena had a difficult time recalling what had happened in the past couple hours…or why she was alone in Damon's car. Not to mention she was slightly distracted by the bizarre dream she just had.
All of her questions were quickly answered the moment she saw the sight before her.
Damon tried once more to break through the barrier, but quickly resigned. He reached for the doorbell.
"Coming, coming," a woman's voice called. She fumbled with her apron as she approached the door. She couldn't conceal her immediate, raw reaction to this surprisingly handsome stranger on her porch.
"I'm real sorry for bothering you so late, but I need you to do something for me," Damon said, wearing that smile that could charm any woman.
"Oh, it's no problem at all," she said. "What can I do for you?"
Damon stepped as close as he could to the entrance without running into the barrier. He locked eyes with the woman, compelling her. "I just need you to step outside for a minute."
The request seemed simple enough to the woman, though something in the back of her mind suggested that she would've done anything this man would've requested of her. "Of course," she grinned, stepping onto the porch.
Damon cupped her face in his hands. "It's a shame you have such a beautiful home," he sighed. Confusion began creeping across the woman's face. Before she could question what he meant, Damon snapped her neck. Her head flew to the side, followed by a familiar crack. He dropped her body to the ground with no remorse.
He grinned to himself as he returned to the house's entrance, only to find that the barrier remained. Suddenly, he heard a swinging axe and felt a rough, fierce pain in his back. A low growl emitted from his chest. Not bothering to remove the axe, he spun around in a blur facing who he presumed to be the woman's husband.
"Bad move," Damon snarled.
The man had several things he wanted to say to this stranger who had just killed his wife. But he didn't have a chance. Damon lunged forward, his fangs already barred. He watched for a second of amusement as the man's determination transformed into pure terror. Damon tugged on the man's flannel collar and ripped into his throat, dragging his teeth along the flesh, all the way over to the center of his throat.
He swallowed bits of skin down with the blood. It was no different than how humans took pills while guzzling down water. The man's blood was pouring so freely into Damon's mouth that it didn't make much of a difference.
He kept chewing into the man's neck long after he was dead.
Though the lighting was incredibly dim, Elena could see the death and blood in front of her. Damon was standing over a man's body, completely coated in the person's blood. Her mind raced to find an alternate explanation. Damon couldn't have killed those people. He'd grown so much over the past year!
Then again, he did kidnap me, which I never would've expected him to do, Elena thought, rolling her eyes.
Whatever was going through Damon's mind right now…he just needed some time to get it out of his system. Then he would take them back to Mystic Falls and they could fight Klaus, once and for all.
Elena reached for the door handle, unable to just sit in this car, mentally fighting over Damon's morals. The door opened with ease, but for some reason she couldn't physically get out of the car. She groaned, realizing that Damon's compulsion must still be in effect.
"Damon!" she cried.
Damon was inside the house, unaware that Elena had seen his latest killings. Her voice instantly reached his ears, and within less than seconds, he was outside by the car. "You rang?" he smirked.
"You compelled me to stay in here, remember?"
"Ah, so I'm guessing you want out?"
Elena nodded, struggling to even look at Damon. She noticed that his teeth were still stained with blood.
Damon sighed. "I'd love to, Elena, I really would. But first you have to do something for me."
Millions of terrifying circumstances ran through Elena's mind. She had every intention of just keeping this experience alone with Damon verbal. She could talk some sense in of her pleads – "Be the better man, Damon." – worked in the past. Why wouldn't they work now?
"Please, Damon, just let me out of the car." Her eyes darted over to the house, where she presumed they would be staying now. "We can go inside and talk about this."
Damon tilted his head to the side, watching her, his icy eyes filled with curiosity. He reached out to touch her face, but was taken aback when she cringed. "Elena," he breathed. "You don't have any reason to be afraid of me."
She looked at him, forcing herself to stare at him dead on. "Can I trust you?" she whispered, recalling when she asked the same question the first time he pulled a similar stunt.
Damon's face hardened as he compelled her to get out of the car. He turned his back to her, walking toward the house. He knew she would follow.
Bonnie and Jeremy were sitting at a table in the far corner of the Grill, occasionally speaking in hushed whispers about plans involving Klaus. But there was laughter every now and then, too. Bonnie almost regretted that they got together under these circumstances. Jeremy had been in her life from the moment he was born. Why did it take her this long to notice what an amazing guy he was?
"Hey, there's Stefan and Elena," Jeremy said, nodding toward the door.
Bonnie glanced over her shoulder and waved at them. Given the circumstances, both of them looked rather happy, a broad smile on Stefan's face, with Elena tucked into his side.
"Find anything?" Bonnie asked.
Stefan shrugged. "There were a few graves, but it wasn't what we were looking for."
"Damon said he had a few possible locations, so I'm sure one of them has to be right," Elena added.
"I don't know about you guys, but I've had enough Klaus talk for one day. How about we play a game of pool?" Jeremy suggested.
The four of them snagged a table, and decided to play guys versus girls.
"You two have no idea who you're up against," Bonnie teased, wrapping an arm around Elena's shoulders. The moment her hand made contact, Bonnie instantly recoiled as the blood in her veins ran cold.
This wasn't Elena…it was Katherine.
Katherine figured that if anyone would be able to catch her, it would be the witch. She rolled her head to the side, arched her eyebrows, and gave Bonnie a menacing smile – one that suggested she'd be dead before she could get a word out. Bonnie swallowed the lump developing in the back of her throat.
"Why don't you guys break?" Katherine said, nodding at the rack. "We'll be right back." She linked arms with Bonnie, leading her to the restroom, just out of Stefan's hearing range.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bonnie growled, glaring at her friend's spitting image.
Katherine shrugged, wearing a playful expression. "Unfortunately, I can't take credit for this. Damon's the mastermind. For once."
"Where is Elena?"
"She's with him, driving off to God knows where. He's trying to live out his twisted fantasies, you know. But at the same time, if you think about it, he's also protecting her from Klaus."
"How do you figure?"
"If we don't know where Elena is, then how would he?"
"I don't like this," Bonnie murmured, leaning up against the wall. "I don't trust him."
"There's not much you can do about it."
"I can do a locater spell," she threatened.
Katherine sped forward, shoving Bonnie further against the wall, her fingers wrapped dangerously tight around Bonnie's throat. "I don't care where Elena is, to be frank. But at the same time, I can't let her die. Being away from this is what's best for now. You are not going to do anything to ruin this."
Bonnie glared back in defiance, though relieved once Katherine released her grip. She gasped for a breath. "I don't think you have to worry about me. Stefan's caught on to you before."
Katherine grinned maliciously. "Let's see. I have Elena's clothes, Elena's necklace, Elena's hairstyle, Elena's personality. Oh, and this little device." Katherine tugged at her jacket and shirt, revealing a small metal square attached to the inside of her bra. "It supplies the wonderful sound of a fake heartbeat."
Elena kept her eyes locked on Damon's back. She refused to look at the two bodies she knew she could expect on the ground near where they were walking. The thought of sprinting in the opposite direction crossed her mind once or twice. Maybe if she were dealing with a normal human she'd stand a chance. But she knew Damon was anything but human. He'd catch her before she could even figure out where she was running.
"I'm sure you're hungry by now," Damon said over his shoulder.
Although her stomach felt numb from enduring hours of hunger, she decided to accept his offer. After all, if he was cooking, that meant he was busy. And if he was busy, well, that meant he couldn't do anything to her.
She followed Damon into the kitchen, biting back tears when she saw the refrigerator covered in pictures of the couple and their friends.
"Did you really have to kill them?" she whispered.
"How else would I be able to get inside this house?" he countered, rummaging through the cabinets.
"You could've picked a different house! Or better yet, you could've just stayed in Mystic Falls!"
Damon sped over to Elena, the shock of his sudden appearance knocking her back into the refrigerator. He leaned into her, balancing himself by extending his arms up against the fridge, on each side of her face. Elena suddenly felt small and insignificant beneath him. But she refused to let him know that.
"I hate to break it to you, Elena. But we're not in Mystic Falls, and I doubt we'll be going back there for a very long time. This can either be a positive experience or a negative one. That's all up to you."
"You took me away from my friends and family, how the hell do you expect me to think of this as a positive situation?" she spat.
Damon found himself forming a glare as he took in her words. He calmed himself, having to bite back the urge to use his vampire abilities to his advantage. He told himself that he should give her the benefit of the doubt. Allow her to adjust to the situation, first.
"Think that all you want. But this is going to be a battle you won't win. You tried to keep me from being myself for so long. I felt like a caged animal in my own skin, because of you. And it got me nowhere. Now it's my turn."
He lingered just above her lips for a moment longer before shoving himself off her and returning to the stove. Elena took a moment to catch her breath before scurrying away from the fridge and over to the table. Her head collapsed into her hands. She found herself wondering if Katherine was still fooling everyone at home. Surely Stefan would realize the differences?
But what if he doesn't?
Elena jumped a little when she heard something be placed down in front of her. Through cracks between her fingers, she discovered a plate of frozen lasagna and garlic bread in front of her. "Thanks," she mumbled.
"I would've made it from scratch – you know how good my cooking is. But I figured speed trumped taste right now."
She forced a smile in response and took a bite of the bread. Damon sat down across the table, reclining the wooden chair back and propping his feet on the table. Yet as hungry as Elena was, she couldn't stop her thoughts from spilling out between each bite.
"You can't just keep me here like…like some prisoner."
"Seems to be working so far," he smirked.
"I'll run away," she protested.
"And then I'll catch you. By all means, Elena, if you want to play chase then I'm game."
"It's better than playing house."
"What are you implying?"
"This. Will. Never. Work."
"You know, I didn't think you were such a pessimist."
"I'm not being pessimistic," she defended. "…I'm being realistic."
Damon rolled his eyes, already getting tired of hearing this. "You're only lying to yourself, Elena. I have every intention of bringing out your feelings for me, even if you're not willing to accept them."
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Damon, but you're wrong."
At an incomprehensible speed, he shifted into a standing position and was right in front of Elena. He reached out and gripped her hair, his fingers getting tangled in between. He used his grip to pull her to her feet.
"I think it's time I show you just how wrong you are."
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