Emotions
Installment 3: Jealousy
Description: Elena's sick of being confused about her feelings for Damon, so she decides to take a load off. She ventures to a bar just outside of Mystic Falls, searching for a fun time and maybe a hookup...anything to get her mind off of Damon. Little does she know, the vampire that has been haunting her dreams also decided to unload at the same bar, and he doesn't like watching Elena with other men...not one bit.
Context: Post season 3 episode 19 fic. Thanks to DelenaForever93 for the request, I hope I did it justice! :)
Rating: T
Damon leaned against the bar and raised his hand to call the bartender over to him. She was tall and blonde with gentle blue eyes. Damon would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to her, but she didn't compare to Elena…not even remotely. Damon shook his head: he didn't want to think about Elena right now—that's why he went to a bar just outside of Mystic Falls instead of the Grille, no chance of running into the brunette vixen.
"What can I get ya, handsome?" the bartender asked with a wink. Damon flashed her a flirtatious smile.
"Bourbon on the rocks," he purred. The bartender smirked at him and made him his drink. She handed it to him. "Thanks, sweetheart."
Damon winked at her and watched as blush crawled across her cheeks. He raised the glass to his lips proudly: he loved the reaction he could elicit from women.
Damon was on his second glass when the bar door opened and Elena emerged. Damon's jaw dropped at the sight of her. He was surprised to see her at all; he was even more surprised to see her like this. Elena was wearing tight black leggings that showed off the curve of her hips, a long hot black tank top that hung low, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage. Her looks could kill.
Elena scanned the length of the bar; Damon followed her eyes and quickly shrunk back into the shadows before she saw him. Luckily for him, she didn't.
Elena sighed and walked over to the opposite side of the bar. She sat down on a stool and crossed her long legs. The same bartender that tended Damon approached her.
"What can I get ya?" she asked.
"A dirty martini would be great, thanks," Elena replied.
"ID?" the bartender asked. Elena nodded and pulled out her wallet, showing the bartender a fake ID. The bartender nodded and made her the martini, placing it in front of her before walking away.
"So, you're a dirty girl?" a masculine voice sounded from behind Elena. Elena turned around to face a tall man with medium length brown hair. He was attractive in a rugged way. Damon watched the man and Elena closely.
"Well, clean is so much more boring," Elena said flirtatiously. Damon's eyes widened at her response; it seemed too naughty for goody two-shoes Elena Gilbert to say. The man chuckled at her.
"May I?" he asked, pointing to the stool next to her.
"Please," Elena responded. Damon bit his bottom lip in anger as jealousy rushed through his body. He hated this—watching Elena flirt with another man. The man sat down next to Elena and offered her his hand.
"I'm Allen," he greeted.
"Elena," she responded, taking his hand. Allen lifted her hand to his lips and left a soft kiss there.
"Agh, seriously?" Damon mumbled to himself before taking a large swig of bourbon. The bartender approached Damon and refilled his glass, but before she could walk away, Damon placed his hand on her wrist and looked up at her, using his compulsion. "I'll be taking this," he said, stealing the bottle of bourbon. She nodded numbly and walked away from him. Damon turned his attention back to Elena and Allen.
"So, Elena, what's your story?" Allen asked.
"My story?" Elena asked with a giggle that churned Damon's gut.
"Yeah, what brings you to this dank bar dressed like a million bucks?" Allen asked, brushing a strand of Elena's hair from her eyes. Damon instinctively let out a growl. Allen continued, "Did someone break your heart?"
"Mmm, no, I wouldn't say that," Elena said, taking a sip. Damon narrowed his eyes at her, eager to hear her explanation. "Let's just say I'm facing some boy drama that I am ready to rid myself of."
"Oooh, what drama, if I may ask?" Allen asked, taking a swig from his beer. Damon growled again and threw back his glass of bourbon; this guy was really getting on his nerves.
"Well, my boyfriend and I broke up recently," Elena began.
"So, it is heartbreak?" Allen interrupted.
"No, not quite. I've come to terms with the breakup…the problem is his brother," Elena declared. Damon's ears perked up.
"Asshole?" Allen asked. Elena laughed and nodded her head exaggeratedly.
"Yes, total asshole, but that's not the issue," Elena responded, twirling a piece of hair around her finger and not making eye contact with Allen. "I sorta made out with him a couple times."
"Oh, ouch," Allen said with a laugh.
"Yeah," Elena said, laughing with him. "I'm just done with the drama, ya know? I'm done with the Salvatore brothers'." Damon ground his teeth. He watched as Elena downed the rest of her drink and Allen called over the bartender for a refill. The bartender obliged and Elena started sipping from it.
"So, are you in love with him?" Allen asked. Elena stopped drinking mid-sip and her eyes widened. Damon leaned forward in anticipation. Elena slowly lowered her glass to the bar and looked up at Allen.
"So Allen, you never told me your story," Elena said, changing the subject. Damon sighed and fell back in his seat.
"My story is pretty straight forward. I came to the bar tonight looking for a good time, I saw a drop dead gorgeous girl, and now I'm kinda wondering if she could give me that good time I've been looking for," Allen said, flirtatiously touching Elena's shoulder. Damon tightened his grip on his glass and sat up in his seat again. Elena downed the rest of her martini and giggled at Allen. Damon bit his bottom lip so hard that it drew blood; he could tell that Elena was very tipsy. Her tolerance level was very low; Damon knew that better than anyone. Allen leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "So, what do you say we go back to my place?"
Okay, that's it, Damon thought, downing his glass of bourbon and standing up. He sauntered over to Elena and Allen and stood directly behind Elena, glaring at Allen with his most intimidating face.
Allen pulled back from Elena and looked up at Damon. Damon flashed him a somewhat-psychotic toothy grin.
"Well, hello there," Damon said. Elena tensed up at the sound of his voice. Damon internally congratulated himself for pulling such a reaction from her.
"Damon," Elena said, twirling around in her stool to face the black-haired, blue-eyed vampire that has haunted her for a year and a half.
"Fancy seeing you here, Elena. Aren't you a little young to be frequenting this bar?" Damon asked.
"Aren't you a little old?" Elena remarked, crossing her arms defiantly.
"Touché. Would you care to introduce me to your little friend?" Damon asked. Elena narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm Allen," Allen interjected, outstretching his hand to Damon. Damon just glared at his hand, making Allen retract it. "And you are?" Allen asked, suddenly defensive.
"I'm Damon, the elder and more attractive Salvatore," Damon said.
"Salvatore?" Allen asked, looking to Elena. "As in the brother you made out with?" Elena sighed audibly and face-palmed, whereas Damon brandished a smug smirk.
"Yeah, that'd be me," Damon answered. He leaned down until he was eyelevel with Allen. "And that girl you're hitting on? I look after her and I know your type. You cannot take advantage of her. If you so much as try, you'll be answering to me." Damon cocked his head to the side and smirked before continuing, "Now forget you ever met Elena and go home."
"Really, Damon? Compulsion?" Elena asked with annoyance.
Damon grabbed Elena by the arm and started pulling her away from the bar, leaving a disappointed Allen in their wake.
"Come on, Princess. Time to go home."
"I don't want to go home," Elena declared, pulling from his grip. Damon turned on her and sighed with frustration.
"Elena, you're drunk, and frankly, it's unattractive," Damon said, grabbing her by the arm again and dragging her out of the bar and into the parking lot. Elena pulled from his grip again.
"I'm not drunk!" she exclaimed.
"Really?!" Damon exclaimed. "Because only drunk-Elena would be stupid enough to flirt with that creep!"
"Ohhh, so that's it," Elena said, nodding her head. She scoffed and crossed her arms. "You're jealous."
Elena knew that she should feel disgusted by his jealousy, but in reality, she sorta loved it—it meant that he cared.
"Please? Of that loser?" Damon asked, faking a laugh. "Do you even know me?"
"Yeah, okay Damon, thanks for the 'save' or whatever, but you can go now," Elena said. She turned around and tried walking away from him, but he caught her by the arm and forced her to look at him. Elena grunted, trying to look as annoyed as possible, but she couldn't deny the tingles that erupted across her skin at the contact.
"You're not going back in there," Damon said with a somewhat threatening tone.
"Watch me," Elena replied. Damon inhaled deeply and shook his head.
"Don't make me throw you over my shoulder and haul you into my car," Damon threatened.
"You're pathetic," Elena spat out with a scoff.
"I'm pathetic?!" Damon exclaimed. The jealousy was just fueling his anger. "You're the one who came here, got wasted, and started flirting with creepy guys, all because of…what? You're 'done with the drama?' Grow up, Elena!"
"Don't you dare tell me to grow up! You have no idea what I'm dealing with!" Elena shouted.
"Sure Elena, whatever you say. Let's go. Stefan's probably wondering where we are," Damon said dismissively. His dismissal just fueled Elena's anger.
"Screw Stefan!" Elena shouted without thinking. Damon froze and stopped trying to usher Elena into the car. Instead, he cocked his head to the side and stared her down. Never in a million years did Damon think he would ever hear Elena exclaim those two words.
"What—?" Damon began.
"I just—," Elena sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "How can I still love Stefan after he almost drove me off of Wickery Bridge?" Elena declared. Damon watched on in silence, completely unaware and unsuspecting to her thought process, but he was damn curious. Elena, clouded by the alcohol and the pain of her recent relationship trauma, continued, "How can I still love Stefan after this summer? After how close you and I have gotten? After we kiss...?" Elena paused, looking up to meet Damon's eyes. Damon's mouth was slightly parted in shock; his eyes watched her with curiosity. He was scared to speak, scared that she'd stop herself if he did speak. Elena inhaled deeply, "…after I—," Elena choked on her words. A silence fell as Damon waited in anticipation.
After a moment, Damon let out a little whisper, urging her on: "After you?"
Elena looked at her feet. It took her a while, but she was finally coming to terms with everything she'd been feeling for a long time. She knew that she couldn't wait any longer.
"How can I still love Stefan," Elena said softly, "after I've fallen in love with you, Damon?" Elena looked up to watch Damon's emotions crawl across his gorgeous features—she watched his shock turn to denial, turn to confusion, turn back to shock, before finally turning to something she hadn't seen on him in a while…pure joy. A small smile flitted across Elena's cheeks. Now that she had said the words, she completely realized just how right they felt. "I love you, Damon," Elena whispered.
Damon was at a loss for words—this moment was too surreal. So, instead, he responded by closing the gap between them and pulling her into a kiss.
The moment their lips connected, it felt like time slowed down, it felt like the universe was controlled by only Damon and Elena and their love. Elena moaned and parted her mouth, allowing for their tongues to collide in a fury of passion. Elena had never felt so free before—her denial had been suffocating her for months and she hadn't even noticed it.
Damon broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Elena's.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. Elena smiled giddily—her heart was soaring. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Elena said with a little laugh. She pecked him on the lips. Damon smiled down on her.
"Come on," Damon said, placing his arm around her shoulder and ushering her towards his Camaro.
"Where are we going?" Elena asked, looking up at Damon. Damon met her eyes and smiled at her before pecking her on the lips one more time.
"Home," he said.
A/N: Thanks for reading and let me know what you thought in the reviews! I'm taking requests and I'll try to get to all of them, just leave me an emotion and as much/as little detail you want to give me to get me started. Hope you all enjoyed this update. :)
