The Things I Do For You
Hello again! First off I'd like to apologize for not having this up Thursday/Friday like I said I would. I was just wrapping up the chapter when my computer crashed, and clearly I wasn't being the smartest person, because I never saved it. So after writing all of it, I lost it all. I tried to re-write the general idea, but I'm not nearly as happy with this chapter as I was with the one I lost earlier. Bare with me, and hopefully the next chapter will be much better. Again, thank you for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the Vampire Diaries. This is just for fun.
Summary: I'm still making it up as I go along, but... Damon enlists the help of Elena and Stefan to release Katherine from the tomb, but when a series of unexpected events and feelings develop between himself and Elena, the future of his plans hang in the air.
Rated: M for future lemons.
Chapter Three
Box after box they searched through, and still had not found the journal, which of course they wouldn't – it was last in Alaric's hands; it wouldn't be in the attic. It was now going into the evening and the sun was beginning to fall. Exhausted, Elena sat down on the floor, resting on her arms behind her to hold herself up.
"We're not going to find it if you just sit around."
"I'm tired. I just need a break."
"I thought you wanted to be rid of me. You know, the sooner the better sort of thing."
"Oh trust me, I want nothing more. But I figure, what's another 10 minutes of your dirty, snarky comments."
"Oh Ms. Gilbert, you haven't seen snarky, and definitely not dirty - yet."
"Well if that isn't motivation, I don't know what is." Elena pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialled.
"Who are you calling?"
"Your arch nemesis," Elena replied.
Quicker than she could've thought possible her phone was out of her hands and breaking into pieces as it hit the ground. Her head snapped up to Damon's and she felt a heat rise within her.
"I've had it Damon!" Elena turned around in hopes of finding something she could use to threaten him with – a sharp pointy stake would do wonders, but having one around would mean she was living in a dream world. Granted, she was in an attic with a vampire... This all seemed like a fantasy she'd been living, through what could only be a dream.
"Don't waste your effort." He shrugged off his jacket and through it in the corner. "Fast reflexes, remember?"
Elena brought her forearm across her forehead, wiping the sheen layer of sweat that began to travel down her face. It had been a long day. How hard can it be to find a stupid journal? Well, hard. Especially when it wasn't actually there or anywhere near her for that matter. Stefan was still off looking for it somewhere – where though, she wasn't too sure. It had been a little while since she last talked to Stefan and gotten an update.
Sounding defeated Elena said, "You owe me a phone."
"You owe me a journal."
"I don't owe you shit."
"Ooh swearing. That's not very lady-like of you."
All she did was stare at him. Whenever he acted like this, she couldn't help question why it is she decided not to lie to him. She should have just told Damon he could trust Stefan and leave it at that. Let the chips fall where they may as they say. How she saw any redeemable qualities in Damon, she was unsure. Part of her though, thought he might change. It seems she was wrong. It had only been about two days since Damon started following her around, but it felt like a lifetime. He was rude, self centered, and intent on irritating her, which as much as she tried not to show it, he was successful at. Just then, Caroline walked in.
"Elena," she looked around to see a smirking Damon sitting in the corner of the attic. Her face quickly shifted to one of annoyance, "Jenna let me in. Had I known you had... company, I would have - Actually no, you have to be alive to be considered company."
"That isn't any way to talk to your lover, is it Caroline?" Damon casually walked towards her.
"Former lover. And don't remind me. The very thought of it makes me sick," she spat out, venom laced her voice.
"You loved it, every climax of it, might I add." Damon's smirk touched his eyes.
Before Caroline could reply, Elena piped in, "Can we not talk about this?"
"Jealous are you?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Do you not recall I have a boyfriend? You know, your brother? Stefan?"
"You can't turn jealousy off and on when you choose to Elena. Well, unless you're me, then you can."
"Did you need something Caroline?
"Well I was going to see if you wanted to go to the mall – find something for the dance."
"Dance?"
"You know, 'Around the World,'" Caroline waited for the light bulb to go off in Elena's head.
"Oh my gosh. Caroline, I totally forgot." Elena covered her face with her hands. As if to work out the stress, she massaged her forehead with her fingers.
"Well then, lose the dead weight and let's get going."
Damon replied, "Ha, look at you, trying to make a clever remark. I would say you surpassed the stupid blonde stereotype, but lying is never a good thing."
Ignoring his comment, Caroline began tapping her foot. "Elena?"
"Ya, ok. I have nothing to wear. Let me just finish up here, and I'll meet you downstairs."
"Well hurry up. The mall closes in a couple hours."
"I'll just be a second."
With that, Caroline strolled out of the room, turning around to force a fake smile at Damon. Ok so Elena was a little jealous, but Damon would never know. Though she had no right to be, and she shouldn't at all care, but the idea of Damon and Caroline being together just didn't sit right with her. She wasn't sure what it was that really made her feel that way, and she wasn't going to keep thinking about it, afraid of what conclusion she may come to. She was with Stefan. She was happy, she loved him. Elena settled on ignoring that little pain in her chest – no good could come of it.
"Ok. Here's the deal. You give me one hour, just one, to go find something to wear for the dance. Wait outside the mall, do whatever, but just give me one hour alone."
"And how do I know you don't have some little sneaky plan, journal-related."
"Because I'll be with Caroline. If you did your little mind trick correctly, she knows nothing about vampires, and it will stay that way."
"One hour."
"I'll even let you drive us."
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"Is there a reason Damon chaperoned us here?"
"Let's just get this over with."
Store after store they went into, and while Caroline found her Asian-inspired outfit, Elena was still having no luck. There were only 15 minutes left of Damon-free time, until he came storming in and attached himself to her side again.
Surprisingly, she found the perfect outfit in the last place she expected to. She found the dress, and accessories in stores that sat right next to each other. She put down her credit card, made her purchase, and then made her way towards the exit where Damon sat on the hood of his car. Elena's heart skipped a beat. He looked heavenly. No one should be allowed to look that good. She shouldn't think that way about her boyfriend's brother, but she couldn't help it. Her mind flashed back to the intimate moment they shared on the couch, and a blush crept up her cheeks. Damon smiled at her, as if reading her thoughts. Thankfully, he decided not to say anything in response.
They dropped off Caroline then headed back to Elena's. He pulled up in front of her house and turned off the car.
She looked at the ignition, "What are you doing?"
"We need to talk."
"Not now. I'm not in the mood to deflect your snarky comments."
"Me?" He pressed his hand to his chest, and opened his mouth wide in mock shock, "Snarky comments? Elena, how could you say such a thing?"
"Right, that. Not in the mood."
She went to open the door, but was surprised that Damon had opened it before she'd even pulled on the handle. You think after being witness to all the little vampire 'tricks' you'd be used to it, but how could you possibly get used to superhuman speed, among other things. A look of seriousness passed over his face, and she wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. He held out his hand for her, to help her get out of the car. To her surprise, she allowed him to help her. Of course, he wasn't just helping her to get out of the car. He pulled her body tight to his.
"Don't fight it."
"Excuse me?"
"Don't fight it."
That's all he said. He let her go and walked back around to the driver's side, and got in the car. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then thought better of it. She looped the shopping bag on her wrist, and fished around her purse for her house keys. Walking to the house she expected to hear his car start up, but it didn't come. She turned around to look at him – he was staring straight ahead at the road in front of him. She unlocked the door and closed it behind her. She dropped her bags, and then heard his car start up. He had waited for her to get inside. A smile formed on her face.
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Her Sunday was much like the day before with Damon following her around; He followed her throughout the day while she went out for coffee with Bonnie, and lunch with Matt. Though he stayed out of sight, she knew he was there, watching her. She hated to admit it, but an excitement past over at the thought of him looking at her, paying attention to her every move.
After her lunch, she had Damon take her to a phone kiosk in the mall to buy her a new phone. After much deliberation, she decided to pick the most expensive one, just to spite him for breaking hers. Sadly though, money didn't seem to be an issue for him. He pulled out a wad of cash and didn't think twice about it. How did Stefan and Damon have money anyways? I get that they've been alive for over a hundred years, but I can't exactly see them working at a McDonalds or any type of job for that matter. Elena had just grown to accept things when it came to the Salvatore brothers. There were too many questions that had answers she's not sure she wanted. Damon wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked out the store, and Elena did nothing to push him away. She just continued opening the package of her phone. She was sure there'd be countless texts and calls that had built up in just over the one night – Hey, she was popular after all.
They made their way back to Elena's and settled on the couch. The couch – Elena at one end and Damon at the other.
"So where's Stefan been all this time."
Elena swallowed hard. How was she going to explain that? Stefan had barely left her alone for a half a day since they started dating. They were attached to one another. And now, it's been days since they last saw each other. There was no good excuse she could come up with.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you two usually come as a package deal, not that I mind being alone with you." He put his arm on the back of the couch, waiting to hear what lie she'd come up with.
"Off looking for the journal." Why did she need to lie? He'd be happy with that answer. The more people looking for it, the better. Right?
He glared at her. "If you're lying to me Elena, I swear to God, you'll regret it."
With that he settled back into the couch, Damon sceptical, and Elena frightened.
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