A/N: Okay, I'll give this story a try, so I hope you guys do too. Enjoy!
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"Katherine! Don't you dare quit me!" He yells at me, rather un-gentlemanly I must say. I gather up my skirts and dart off into the woods. I know he will follow me and then I will…
The image of Damon in 19th century clothing gradually disappears and is replaced by something… my skin. His tongue.
His tongue on my skin doesn't tickle, it only arouses me more.
"Are you sure?" He asks softly, his blue eyes a shade darker than usual. I hum contently as his long fingers push down the straps of my bra.
"Elena?" What? Just continue…
"Elena?" Why are you shaking my shoulder now?
"Elena!" I opened my eyes reluctantly. I was so ready to take down this unwelcome assailant.
"Unwelcome assailant?" My younger brother chuckled. Crap, I was talking out loud again.
"Yes, you are an assailant of my sleep! Sleep-assailant!" I retorted lamely.
"Oh yeah, it seemed like you were enjoying yourself there, humming and writhing in your sleep." My eyes widened for an instant, but then I noticed he was just messing with me.
"Gross, Jer!" I hit him with a pillow. "What are you doing in my room anyway?" I glared at him as he purposefully walked out of my room with my pillow under his arm as a response. I got out of bed, ready to pounce on him.
"You're supposed to help Caroline, remember? Decade dance?" He shouted as he trudged down the stairs.
Oh fuckity fuck. Ever since I quit the cheerleading team (let's just say it was because of incompatibility issues), Caroline had been nagging me to do more extracurricular activities with her and Bonnie in order to get some, I quote, 'girl-qualitime'. I couldn't deny it was incredibly nice of her to make an effort to maintain the unlikely friendship we three had, but it was also driving me batshit-up-the-wall crazy.
Speaking of up the wall! I had been dreaming about that guy. It wasn't completely realistic though, I bet he wouldn't be as gentle. He would have torn my brastraps with his teeth and then –Jesus fuck, Elena, focus! I tried to ban Pervelena from my thoughts and wondered if I would tell Dad about him. Or maybe Alaric? The fact remained that Damon didn't actually do me any harm. Because he wanted to seduce you, you idiot, I reminded myself. Still, I was convinced he must have attacked other people. If not in Mystic Falls, surely in another town. I had to do something about him. Yes, Pervelena snickered, you should do him. I groaned at my innocent-looking reflection and put a freshly sharpened wooden stake in my backpack before hopping downstairs.
"Elena! Finally!" Care shouted at me the minute I walked in the gym. "Bonnie has been here for ages!" I sent Bonnie my best 'you-traitor-we-made-a-deal-to-arrive-both-at-11-i n-order-to-avoid-more-Careness' glare.
"So sorry Care, I…" I really needed a good excuse right now. My thoughts flashed back to yesterday's fight with Matt.
"You're lucky I found someone to help!"
"Menstrual cramps!" I blurted out at the exact moment the main character of my dream walked in.
"Ew Elena." Care scrunched up her nose. "Anyway, this is Damon!" At least he used his own name.
"What the fuck?" I voiced my thoughts immediately, which made Caroline's head snap up to me.
"We met at a bar yesterday." Damon casually draped his arm around Care's waist and bit her earlobe slightly after whispering something in her ear.
"Oooooh! Super!" She clapped her hands excitedly and left me with him. That was bizarre to say the least, as Caroline is usually pretty clingy and curious.
"So…" He saunters over to me.
"What?" I snapped at him. "Are you a student now?" He let out a rich laugh and smirked at me.
"I'm flattered you think I look young enough to be a high-school student, Elena." How did he manage to make my name sound like a double-entendre?
"No, that's ridiculous." I scoffed as he bent down slowly to tie his shoelace. His shoelace? He doesn't have shoelaces in those sturdy black boots. Sexy black boots.
"You're not having cramps." He rose slowly, giving me a once-over. Again.
"Wh-" I huffed indignantly but shut up as he moved closer to whisper in my ear:
"I would have smelled it." I punched him in the shoulder roughly which made him stumble backwards.
"That is beyond gross."
"It is also beyond gross to have sex dreams about strangers, isn't it?" He didn't await my reply and joined Caroline by the bleachers.
Well that was pathetic.
I was watching them. Well more like… spying on them. I couldn't help that my slayer instincts were kicking in because there was definitely something off about Caroline when she was around Damon. Why did I let him live again? I simply had to see the good in everyone. Everything? Anyway, it was completely ridiculous. My mom said it was my biggest strength, but my trainer Alaric called it my biggest weakness.
I missed my parents. They were on some fact-finding mission in Ohio (of all places). They didn't tell me more and I wasn't allowed to contact them, but they called Jer and I once in a while to assure us that they were still safe. I could say I was worried to death, but they did these things regularly, so I didn't actually lose my appetite over it. Although I did find that my heartbeat slowed down a great deal when they finally got home.
I snapped out of my train of thoughts when I noticed that Damon was leaving and quickly made my way over to Caroline.
"Hey Care, listen…"
"Oh Elena, if you don't feel well, you really shouldn't be here. You could be contagious." She giggled at her own joke. "Seriously though, I read this article about nuns who eventually all had their periods at the same time because they lived together!" To say I was flabbergasted was probably an understatement. Aside from this totally random piece of information, Caroline had read. An article.
"Hey, I read!" She exclaimed flippantly.
"Yeah sure. Interesting! Anyway, I was wondering how you met Damon!" I tried to sound interested and perky.
"You know, I don't remember that well. But he's so great!" She gushed and loosened the yellow scarf around her neck slightly, revealing two parallel puncture wounds.
You've got to be kidding me. He wouldn't dare. Right under my nose.
And that's when I realized that was exactly something he would do. I counted up to three slowly and asked Caroline if she could take off her incredibly pretty scarf for me.
"I would really like one! Can I try it on?" I reached out to her, but she slapped my hand away.. Shocked at her aggressive reaction, I retreated my hand. When I looked at her hesitantly, I noticed her eyes reflected my obvious distress.
"I am so sorry! I don't know why I did that. I just need to keep my neck covered. I don't know why I did that!"
I did. Nice. Not only had he most certainly bitten her, he had also compelled her. Such a charmer.
"Hey, it's okay!" I smiled at her soothingly and I playfully tugged at her ponytail. "Do you know where Damon lives?"
"Yeah sure, he lives at the old Salvatore boarding house." She was all smiles again, there were no longer any signs of anguish or doubt. Yup, compelled. God, I hoped he hadn't screwed her up too much. Just thinking about what he could have made her do made my blood boil.
"Thanks. I think I'll head home." I placed my hands over my stomach protectively. "It really hurts." She nodded. "Could you come over later? I mean, I could really use a sleepover to repress the pain." And I will also put you on vervain, I rhymed cleverly. "And ask Bonnie too!" I yelled before exiting the gym.
By the time I arrived at the boarding house, I was beyond angry. I was livid because of what he had done to my friend.
"Open up!" I knocked on the door. Well, more like 'pounded violently.' "I know you're in there, bloodsucker! Let me in!" No answer. "Fine! You know I don't need an invitation, so this shouldn't surprise you!" I kicked the door in and stepped right in. I craned my neck to the right and… something wasn't right here. I felt someone behind me, so I reached out and pulled him down.
"Hey?" A boy with blue eyes and messy light brown hair squeaked. I put my knee over his throat to keep him forced to the ground.
"Who the hell are you?" I was a bit more polite usually, but I was in a mood today. A murderous mood.
"May I remind you that you are in my house. I already have a fair notion of who you are." He looked pointedly at the stake I had unconsciously retracted from my pocket.
"Ugh." I groaned, releasing him. "I'm sorry, but some Salvatore guy has really inconvenienced me and I would like to kill him now." I looked him up and down. "Now who are you?"
"Stefan Salvatore." He didn't lose the grave expression on his face, but I swear I could see the corners of his mouth lifting up a bit.
"There's two of you?" I gawked at him incredulously. I couldn't help but chuckle and offer my hand to him, wondering what he would do. He just shook it. "Well, colour me surprised. Especially since you seem to have some manners." Although a handshake was less riveting than a kiss pressed on my hand. When Damon did that, it was so… sensual. Oh shut up, Pervelena!
"You wound me!" My head whipped in the direction of the voice.
"You useless, piece-of-shit, rude, arrogant, misogynistic prick!" I growled, stalking over to Damon.
"You forgot 'ruggedly handsome'." He quipped with that everlasting smug grin plastered on his face.
"No, I forgot 'dead man'. And don't even try to make a joke about you already being dead." I held up my finger at him when he wanted to speak. I heard someone clear his throat behind me. Right, Stefan. When I turned around he was staring at me. I was waiting for him to start talking, but he just kept on ogling me blatantly. Rather off-putting.
"I'm sorry, am I wearing something of yours?" I asked slowly.
"No… no no." He seemed to snap out of his stupor when Damon gave him a pointed look. What was that all about?
"Bye." I waved at him, hoping he would get the message and leave already. Thank God he did.
"Don't forget to say hi to Peter Rabbit and Bambi for me, brother!" Damon yelled after his weird brother. He shifted his attention to me. "And what can I do for you, fair Elena?"
"We need to talk." I replied tersely.
"Well, I'm sure we'll find many interesting topics to discuss. I would suggest…"
"Oh no, I'm sorry." I interrupted him quickly. "I didn't really mean 'we need to talk' as in 'you participate', honey." I tilted my head to the left with a patronising look. "I talk, you listen." I stepped forward and snapped his neck in one swift move.
When his even more than usual lifeless body fell to the floor with a thud, it was the most satisfying sound I had heard in a while.
A/N: Haha, I'm sorry, I'm probably channelling Vampelena a bit more than season 1-3 boring Elena, but you gotta admit, she's just more fun! I hope you liked it, hope you thought it was funny. Please let me know what you think, where do you see this story go (more Stefan? Introduce Klaus?) or just whatever you like.
Cheers!