Hey There! Heres the new chap of this adventure. Im sorry it took so long but my muse has the attention span of a goldfish. Thanks Chelle for the amazing beta wok on this chap!
Elena stayed crouched on the floor as if she was being held in place by the cobalt eyes staring back at her. She breathed in and could feel the fury of the ocean traveling through her body. How can a man's scent do this? she wondered. Every pore was aware of him, they welcomed him. He stood up and offered his hand to her. She hesitated a second before she placed her hand in his. The tip of her index finger grazed his palm followed slowly by the rest of her fingers. She saw how the skin of his forearm erupted in goose bumps and followed them with her gaze until she met his eyes again. She was afraid to stand up because she wasn't sure her legs were going to hold her. With a supernatural effort, she pulled herself up aided by him. Her hand lingered in his causing bolts of electricity to run through her entire being. Their eyes fixed on each other and their senses clicked like the pieces of a puzzle coming together as everything around them faded away.
Gasping. Panting. Moaning. Skin sliding against skin. Sweat covered foreheads meeting before a kiss. The sky in his eyes meets the earth in hers, and they come undone together as they whisper each other's name.
"Damon," Arianna called her son's name as she walked in the hallway, breaking the couple out of their trance. Both Damon and Elena let go of each other's hand and turned to look at the woman calling, blinking away what happened before.
Elena felt her heart jack hammering in her chest; every nerve was on full alert. She turned to look at Damon, he had tiny droplets of sweat covering his forehead and his impossibly blue eyes were darkened in a dangerous shade of midnight. She then turned her gaze to the woman walking their way.
"Mrs. Salvatore, How are you? How nice to see you again," she said with all the nonchalance she could manage as if she didn't just feel like her body caught fire.
"I'm well, Elena, thank you. I see you've met Damon, my son," Arianna answered, turning to look at a still dumbfounded Damon.
"Umm, nice to meet you. Damon Salvatore." He extended his hand to her, every trace of discomfort gone. Instead of uncertainty, an arrogant smirk was plastered on his face. Elena felt like slapping it out of place. She placed her hand back in his, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and placed a gentle peck on her knuckles.
"Elena Gilbert," she said simply, ignoring the sensation his lips brought to her skin. She tried hard to focus on something else, like the woman waiting for her to snap back to earth. So she quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp.
"So, Elena, why don't you give that box to Damon and come in and meet the rest of the family?" Arianna said, taking the box from her hand and giving it to Damon. She tugged on Elena's upper arm and guided her to the living room.
Just as she was passing Damon's side he leaned in and whispered, "Your laces are untied, careful you might fall down." When she met his eyes, he winked.
The idiot actually winked, who does that? she thought. Elena had never felt such a strong combination of aggravation and lust towards someone. She thought for a moment that he felt it too, that he might have seen it too, but his attitude proved otherwise. She quickly bent over to tie her laces and followed Mrs. Salvatore's lead to the living room. She walked in the room and gasped at the splendor. This house was a real palace. Walking behind Mrs. Salvatore, Elena looked around to see a couple holding hands sitting on the couch and a man with a deep frown on an armchair.
"Sweetheart, this is my husband Giuseppe." Elena extended her hand and he reluctantly took it in his for a handshake.
"Nice to meet you, sir," Elena said and he responded with a nod. A tiny smile crept in Elena's lips as she thought, Asshole, I see it runs in the family.
"And this is my son, Stefan and his lovely girlfriend, Caroline." The bubbly blonde gave Elena a quick hug. She looked so relieved, well of course after spending less than two minutes with the gargoyle across from them, she would be too. Stefan gave her a handshake and an honest smile and she smiled back, glad that the "dick gene" had skipped one male member of the family.
"Mrs. Salvatore, it was nice seeing you again and my pleasure to meet all of you, but I really think I should get going," Elena said after the introductions. She felt a shiver down her spine and then heard the tantalizing voice that came from behind.
"Leaving so soon?" Damon asked as he brushed past her causing her senses to go into overdrive. He sat down on the arm of his mother's chair and flashed his hideous smirk. She couldn't believe this intensity to be one sided, she had never felt such a connection in her life. He must cause that reaction in every female.
She couldn't find her words or remember how to move her mouth when she heard Stefan jump in the conversation.
"You know, Elena, Care and I were just headed to the guest house. Well, it's more of a game room than an actual guest house, but you are welcome to join us if you'd like." Caroline gave her a huge grin and she found it impossible to decline the invitation.
"Well, Jenna got here today so grandma is taken care of. I suppose I could join you for a while." Elena smiled back at Caroline and saw Damon give her an intense stare from the corner of her eye.
"Wonderful, it settled then. Giuseppe and I have to go to the council meeting so we'll be seeing you later, " Arianna said as her husband stood up an escorted her out of the room.
"So, lead the way." Elena turned to Stefan and he let Caroline and her leave the room before him. She was nervous Damon might decide to join them, but his phone rang and he stayed behind.
When they walked out of the house through the front door, Caroline latched one arm with Elena and her other hand rested in Stefan's.
When they were half way through the garden Stefan turned to look at Elena and his question caught her off guard.
"So, they are really something aren't they?" he asked.
"Your mother is very nice," Elena replied as politely as she could.
"I wasn't talking about my mother," he answered and the three of them laughed out loud.
The "guest house" was more like a chalet. It was the size of a regular house, but of course in this mansion it looked tiny. They walked in and it was decorated like a cozy bar. There were leather couches, flat screen, pool table, foosball, and a generous assortment of drinks.
"We could watch a movie," Caroline suggested as she walked to the shelf with the largest collection of DVD's Elena had ever seen.
"What are you girls drinking?" Stefan asked them from behind the bar.
"I'll have a Dr. Pepper," Caroline answered.
"Same here," Elena said absentmindedly as she looked around the place. She plopped down on the couch after Stefan gave her the drink and Caroline started the movie.
"The Notebook? Again?" Stefan asked as he lay his head in his girlfriend's lap.
"Elena, what do you think?" Caroline turned to look at Elena.
"I think Stefan is overruled today," she said, giggling and they heard Stefan mutter something that sounded like "crazy girls" under his breath.
Halfway through the movie Caroline and Stefan were locked in a make out session and Elena started falling asleep. She lay down on the comfy couch and closed her eyes. She drifted in and out of consciousness and she started feeling the now familiar goose bumps making her skin tingle. She opened her eyes to the ocean of blue irises hovering above her. She jumped at the sight and fought the urge to jump into his arms.
"Where are Stefan and Caroline?" she asked Damon as he moved to stop the DVD and sit on the couch opposite to her.
"Umm, things heated up so they headed to Stefan's room," he answered nonchalantly, but his stare was intense and fixed on her.
"I guess I should go then," Elena muttered and stood up to make her leave, but a strong hand wrapped around her upper arm stopped her.
"Wait," he said. "Stay for a while longer, lets shoot some pool, and then I'll drive you home if you want to." He let go of her arm and waited for her to answer.
"Why? I mean, you seem like the 'hit it and quit it' kind of guy and I'm definitely not that kind of girl, so why would you want me to stay?" Elena asked bluntly, starting to feel annoyed from the whirlwind of emotions this man provoked.
"Relax, I know my good looks and my charm must have your panties in a twist, but this was a friendly offer, no secret agenda." He smiled and walked to the pool table. Elena followed him and she mumbled a quiet "all right."
He took a cue and handed Elena one too. He motioned for her to break, but when she moved the cue, she accidentally hit the ceiling and a loud noise shook the guest house. A trap door in the ceiling opened up and let a small ladder fall down.
Both Damon and Elena looked up to see it and he frowned.
"I'm so sorry!" Elena said.
"Don't worry, I had no idea that was there," he said more to himself than to Elena.
"You didn't know there was an attic in your guest house?" she asked surprised and they heard the door open and close.
"What attic?" Stefan asked as he walked to the pool table with Caroline by his side.
"That one," Damon answered and he pointed to the ladder.
"Cool, a secret hiding spot. Let's go check it out," Caroline said excitedly and she moved to pull the string of the ladder down.
"Be careful, babe, it could be all dusty," Stefan replied, moving to climb up the ladder first. He extended his hand for Caroline to take and they heard muffled "wows" as the light flicked on.
Damon climbed up the ladder and offered his hand to Elena, but she shook her head causing him to shrug and she followed after him.
She had a hard time adjusting to the lighting, but the place looked like a museum. Paintings, vintage furniture, trunks full of imaginable treasures filled the attic. Everything was coated with dust.
Caroline and Stefan were moving frames around and Damon was looking through a stack of papers. Elena occupied herself with a trunk of old clothes, she pulled a dress out. It was beautiful, mother of pearl and shiny; it looked like a flapper dress so she guessed it was from the nineteen twenties. She closed her eyes and could feel the fabric against her skin, grazing her thighs as she danced. That was strange, she could vividly remember that, but she had never worn a dress even similar to it.
"Oh my God," she heard Caroline squeal and Stefan chuckle. Elena and Damon turned to look at them and they were holding a medium sized frame.
"Why didn't you tell us you knew each other? Sneaking around, huh?" Stefan asked and chuckled.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Damon sounded angry and Stefan turned the frame to face them.
Elena looked at the woman first, she had seen her before, and well she actually saw her every day in the mirror for she was her spitting image, but she saw her grandmother's picture. She was wearing a white wedding gown that flowed perfectly down her body; her smile was beyond words, she looked truly happy. She walked closer to take a better look at the picture. She was standing right next to Damon and he was petrified.
Elena looked at him first and saw his gaze fixed in the male figure of the photograph and then she turned to look at it herself. The man holding Lucia's hands was breathtaking, raven black locks, strong masculine jaw, and luscious plump lips. But he was nothing she had ever seen before in the man standing next to her. He was Damon's spitting image.
Lucia's laughter coated the silence of the starry night. Amato was struggling with his new bride in his arms and trying to unlock the door of their new home.
"Whoever came up with this 'carry the bride through the threshold' tradition was obviously out of his mind," he said struggling.
"Or much more sober," she replied laughing.
"Or just maybe, my dear wife, his bride was much thinner," he smirked and the lock finally gave in. He pushed the door open.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Salvatore," he smiled and met her lips with his.
"Make love to me, Mr. Salvatore," she replied.
"We've been married for three hours and you are already bossing me around? No can do. I'm sorry, but didn't you hear the obedience sermon?" They both laughed as they entered their new home and he kicked the door shut.
The sound of throats clearing made her jump and she turned to look at Stefan and Caroline with amused expressions. Damon was still in complete and utter silence.
"I have to go." Elena turned on her heels and fled the attic and the Salvatore estate, leaving a confused trio behind.
What the hell had just happened? Damon thought, still staring at the picture. Elena ran out of the room and he kept staring at the happy couple smiling at each other. How could it be that they were identical? A sudden impulse to run after her possessed his body so he pushed the frame back into Stefan's hands and bolted out of the attic.
He ran from the guest house and the crispness from the air of the garden hit him like a train. He could still see her, but she was running so he tried calling out to her.
"Elena!" he yelled as he ran after her. He ran faster when he saw she wasn't stopping. Damon could still taste her lips from the dreams he had been having and he felt like something sank inside him looking at her run from him.
"Elena!" he tried again, but this time she stopped and turned to look at him.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"What's wrong? Why did you run out like that? I thought you agreed to shoot some pool." He tried to sound as casual as possible but there was still a little edge to his voice. He knew he was fishing, but was hoping she wouldn't catch on to it.
"I just saw… never mind. I have to go," she said, turning to leave, but he caught her upper arm with his hand and spun her around. The bolts of electricity shocked them both and she yanked her arm away.
"That has got to stop happening," he muttered in a low voice but she still heard him.
"You feel it too?" she asked shyly. He nodded and then asked.
"What did you see up there, Elena? Did you see them?" He asked feeling stupid, but his need to know surpassed his embarrassment.
"Yes. You too?" she asked.
"Yes," was his simple answer.
"Have you ever seen them before?" He pushed.
"No, but I have heard your voice and the way you smell is just…" she was about to elaborate, but saw his confused expression turn into a flirty smirk which only infuriated her further.
"You know what? I'm just going to go." She turned on her heel and started walking away from him. So he wasn't alone in this, she was experiencing it too, the real question was, what was it?
"I'll be seeing you, Elena," he yelled and chuckled when she turned her head to answer.
"In your dreams, Salvatore," she sounded so angry, but he was looking forward to it. He was really looking forward to seeing her in his dreams.
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