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Elena stood, pressed between a wall and a very strong and unmoving Damon. He was speaking to her and his words were distracting her from the current blood lust she was experiencing. She shifted her focus onto Damon, she had stopped fighting against him but he was still holding her tightly.
"I'm okay now Damon, really"
He stared at her for a long moment before stepping back. Remaining within arms length.
Everything was happening so fast. Elena was torn between wanting to gather her friends and figure out what their next step was and being alone to organize her thoughts. Oh and there was still the nagging urge for blood. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, she could not stop thoughts of blood, fresh blood from surfacing.
"Stefan's going to take Matt and Jeremy out of here. I want to minimize the potential body count, you know just in case." he told her smiling as he said it. Elena couldn't believe he was finding humour in all of this.
"You made the right decision you know"
Elena startled, was he talking about Stefan? It didn't seem like a good time for that conversation. Now she was completely focused on him. All she could think about was her last conversation with Damon before she changed.
As she focused on Damon, thoughts and memories of him circulated in her head. There was something pulling at her memory, a strain of thought that she couldn't ignore but couldn't completely focus on. Damon's face was clear though, and his voice, and his lips.
I love you Elena, and its because I love you. She tried to focus on this memory, it didn't fit in with the rest.
"You'll see your gonna love being a vampire, sleep all day, party all night" He was still speaking and still trying to joke with her. He was acting like the last night had not happened. Like she had not just chosen Stefan over him.
"Elena?" Apparently she wasn't responding fast enough for him.
"I'm sorry Damon, everything is just a confusing mess. I think I need to be alone for a minute, get my head straight."
"You know what helps get your head straight? A drink" He moved away from her finally and was back in a flash with a blood bag and glass. He held them up in opposite hands with a big smile on his face. As if he'd found the solution to all their problems. Though for Damon his solutions usually were that simple.
Elena couldn't take her eyes off the bag he held. She wanted more blood, she doubted she would ever not want it.
"Human blood? I don't know if that's a good idea"
Damon sighed. Was she going to act like boring old Stefan now that she was a vampire? They all knew how well Stefan's choices turned out after all.
"It'll be better, easier if you learn how to control this side of your self Elena. I could teach you. Your strong enough" he told her as he opened the bag and began to pour it into the glass.
The smell engulfed her and her eyes darkened, Damon brought the glass to his nose. Elena couldn't take her eyes off of it.
"Mmmm so good" he taunted as he inhaled and then took a slow sip. Elena was practically shaking with need.
"Just because you indulge a little, does not mean you'll go over the deep end. Not everything is as hard as my brother makes it seem" he held the glass out to her. Elena stepped away.
"I'm not ready for all of this just now Damon. I think I just need-"
"Space, I know, I get it."
He took a large drink from the glass, taunting her and than turned and walked out of the room. He was clearly taking it personally.
Elena let out the breathe she had been holding, and relaxed as both sources of temptation left the room. There was a lot she needed to figure out. Top on her list would have to be the strange fascination she seemed to be having for Damon. It wasn't like it was anything new. Elena had long given up trying to convince herself she wasn't attracted to Damon. She had even told Matt that when she was around Damon he consumed her.
I thought I made my decision though? So why is Damon all I seem to think about.
She could not help remembering the way his eyes bore into hers as she made the change. When she had looked at Stefan she felt lost, scared, ashamed. A large mixture of feelings, none of which left a positive impression. When her eyes had found Damon's, however, there was a sensation. Something that burned pleasantly through her.
Remembering the lust that had filled his eyes when she had been drinking Matt's blood caused a similair reaction in herself. She couldn't seem to control it. She had got the feeling Damon was experiencing the same pleasure she was receiving from the warm blood.
He wasn't watching the event like a horror show that was breaking his heart, like Stefan had been. Damon had been drinking in every moment and enjoying it. She knew, instinctively that he was dying to join in. To drink with her, from her, to have her drink from him. She could practically hear his thoughts, or maybe they were her own thoughts?
When she had been human she had worked hard to repress these sorts of feelings. Now she wanted to give into them. She definitely wasn't feeling like her self.
She went to lie on the couch, closed her eyes. Was she losing her mind? She didn't think things like this. She hadn't been a vampire for long, was it really changing her so quickly?
She decided to try and sort through the days events instead. As horrific as it all was, it seemed far less stressful then her current thoughts.
Though these first few minutes alone were not proving relaxing, it was nice to finally have a few moments of silence. At the very least, a few moments without death, chaos and blood.
The thought of blood made her eyes darken again and she sighed frustrated. It was hard to focus when everything kept coming back to blood.
Was this what she was going to be thinking of for the rest of her now very long life? Was this what she had to look forward too?
She could still taste Matt's blood in her mouth, and the image of Damon drinking that dark red glass kept playing in her head. In her mind she could still see the blood meeting his lips. She had wanted to lick it off of them.
Elena was starting to wonder if having vampire senses was making Damon hotter? Her thoughts seemed to keep switching between blood and Damon on an annoyingly unending rotation.
Okay focus Elena, this isn't helping. Don't think about blood, or Damon, or the fact that he's lying on his bed half naked with a glass of hot blood right now.
Elena jumped, as soon as she thought it she knew it to be true. She closed her eyes and began to focus, she could smell the blood.
Wow from here? Vampire senses really are amazing"
Her smell, hearing, vision, everything was so sensitive and accurate now. She had a sort of sixth sense that pulled at her senses and told her that Damon was located a floor away from her, in what she knew to be his room. She could even hear his phone vibrate, just once so she knew he had received a text.
I can't believe this, I can hear everything!
She couldn't help but enjoy this feeling. She felt powerful, and safe, because she could tell that the rest of the house was silent. Elena felt confident that she could protect herself which was a feeling Elena so rarely got to enjoy. She had to admit it felt nice.
She heard Damon move on his bed. She wondered if Damon could hear her move also? She thought of something then.
Damon must have heard my nights here with Stefan.
Guilt filled her. She had thought she was quiet when Damon was home, but she hadn't appreciated how powerful a vampires hearing really was. Deciding to change that uncomfortable train of thought, she tried to focus on something else, like Rebecca. No doubt Damon would be hunting her down as soon as he was comfortable leaving Elena alone again.
Again with the Damon thoughts
Suddenly Elena remembered something else that had been bugging her. A memory that she was certain she hadn't had before. As she began to think about it, it came rushing back.
"I brought you this" Damon held up her necklace.
"I thought that was gone" She moved forward to take it back.
Elena could remember it perfectly now, when yesterday she hadn't known anything about this conversation.
"Why do you have to say it with my necklace?" She backed away slightly.
Damon looked hurt that she was afraid of him.
"Because what I'm about to say is probably the most selfish thing... you just need to hear it. I love you Elena and its because I love you that I can't be selfish with you. I don't deserve you, but my brother does." His warm lips touched her skin.
She remembered the sensation, she could feel them now. She could feel every moment, saw every detail of his face, it was so clear. The way her heart had raced as he moved in, afraid he would kiss her, and then disappointed when he didn't. She had been surprised by just how disappointed.
His hand ran along her face and he looked deep in her eyes. She wanted him to kiss her, but could never let him know.
"I wish you didn't have to forget this" His words confused her, she was one step behind, still thinking about the feeling of his hands on her. "But you do"
Elena sat up slowly.
He compelled me!
She stood up and focused again. Damon was still in his room, he was talking now. Stefan had heard from Bonnie.
That's one less thing to worry about.
Stefan was on his way back now.
Elena was not sure what to do with her recovered memory. Compulsion wears off when either the vampire that did the compulsion or the person who was tampered with dies. While Elena had finally fulfilled that requirement.
She wasn't particularly happy Damon had been playing with her mind but It was hard to stay mad with the memory so fresh. Espceially with everything that had happened between them.
As if her thoughts materialized him he was coming down the stairs, cleanly dressed now.
"Still debating whether you'll prefer a nice bag or to take a chomp out of Bambie?" He smirked at his own comment. "Your boyfriends home. I'm sure he'll be happy to teach you how to suppress your nature and desires."
"Everything sounds like a bad idea when you put your twist on it" She responded sharply. She could hear Stefan's car pull up and the sound of a door closing.
"You think Stefan has all the answers you need? He can't even get him self under control. Your different now Elena, you need to learn to embrace it."
She wasn't sure how to respond, luckily she was spared the effort as Stefan walked in.
"We're keeping everyone with a pulse away for a bit" Stefan explained as he came in.
Elena saw Damon turn away, frustration clearly written across his face.
"So I don't kill all my friends and family" She tried to say as matter of fact as she could. "What's left of them anyway"
An awkward pause followed her statement. She was sure they were all thinking about Ric.
"Well you two better skip along, and go hunt bunnies or whatever it is you plan on living off Elena" Damon broke the silence.
"Don't be a dick, Damon" Stefan warned. He knew Damon was still angry with him for not saving Elena. Of course, Damon would not have hesitated. But he wasn't sure why Damon was taking it out on Elena.
"Whatever" he responded. "You know where I'll be Elena, when your ready to finally face reality" Damon left then.
"Did I miss something?" Stefan asked her.
"No. Just Damon being usual Damon" She answered. Trying to act normal. Unfortunately she had an unexplainable urge to follow after Damon.
"So how are you doing with all of this? Its been a long day. Do you want to get some rest? Or do you want to talk?"
It occurred to Elena, that she had not told Stefan that she had picked him. It didn't seem as if Damon had mentioned anything to him either. She looked at Stefan. He was handsome and familiar. He was staring at her kindly.
Always so concerned with how I'm feeling.
Stefan was always trying to protect her from the world and all the pain it held. Each time something bad happened however, he saw it as his own failure.
Stefan had made her feel safe, while she was constantly in danger. He had been exactly what she needed at the time. Exactly what she needed after her parents died and she had felt alone and helpless.
But I'm not in danger any more. I'm stronger now.
Elena couldn't deny the power she felt. She didn't need anyone to protect her now. Though she was sure no one else would agree with this.
"I think I just want to get some sleep" She answered.
"I'll set up a room for you" He responded, he stood for a few seconds longer. She knew he was waiting to see if she would ask to stay in his room, or maybe Damons but she didn't speak and he headed off.
I should have told him I chose him. So why didn't I?
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will have more Delena action but I needed to lead up to it a bit first.