CHAPTER 4

"You see how this works? You make me angry - I hurt you." She placed her foot on his stomach and applied at little pressure. He grabbed her foot desperately as he tried to protect himself. There was blood everywhere and he felt his grip on her slip as his hands became coated in his own blood. His delicate features were scrunched up in agony as she leaned in a little harder.

"Why make me do this Damon? Hmm?" She jostled him a little as she spoke and he coughed another mouthful of blood up.

"Please…" He choked barely audible. He couldn't take any more pain right now. He just couldn't. At least death would have been quick. She lightened the pressure of her foot on him and bent down slightly. He maintained his grip on her boot with both hands, trying to stop any further pain as the hole in his abdomen started to heal slowly.

"What was that?" She took his chin in her hand so that he would look at her. He was deathly pale and gasping like a fish caught on a hook.

"Please…" He said again, just as quietly and she smiled, releasing him from her foot hold. His hands flopped to the floor useless as he concentrated on breathing and healing. She stood up fully to admire him like this.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" She said gently and he closed his eyes. "What am I going to do with you?" She tutted. He had bled out all of the lovely blood he had just consumed. He had finally begged though and she was over the moon. She knelt down gathering him up into her arms as he cried out in pain. His whole body was hanging in her embrace though so she tried not to move him around too much. She carried him out of the cellar leaving the door open behind her. She carefully climbed the stairs, catching sight of herself in the mirrors as she made her way to the bedroom. How strange she looked, all small and girly carrying a large muscular man in her arms like a rag doll. She couldn't contain her mirth at how ridiculous she would look to other people right now.

She kicked open the bedroom door and Damon groaned, rolling his head into the crook of her neck. She was aware that he could easily bite her, but she had a feeling that she had won this round of their power struggle. She approached the large bed and lay him flat carefully on top of the covers. He winced as she did so but his wound appeared to be healing well. He was still bleeding quite profusely however and she sighed, realising the sheets would be ruined. She looked down at what she was wearing, thinking it advisable to change into something she didn't mind get blood on. She turned to her wardrobe and found a black shirt at the back – at least black would hide the staining if she decided to try and keep it. She pulled off her clothes, hanging them over a chair and pulled on the shirt. When she turned back to him his head was turned towards her and he was watching her silently. She noted how he shifted tensely as she approached, expecting more pain. She shook her head.

"None of that. You deserve a reward." He visibly became wary at her use of the word 'reward'. His last 'reward' had resulted in him killing yet another member of the Gilbert family. He gulped trying not to think about that all just yet. She crawled onto the bed around him and he shivered, pale and limp. She gently lifted his head and scooted in behind him so that she could manoeuvre him into a position on her lap. He didn't have the strength or sense of mind to refuse her as she cradled him against her chest. He looked up at her confused and frowning at her sudden kindness. She placed a kiss on his forehead and he stared at her as though she had two heads.

"Now, Damon I want you to drink from me so you can heal and then you are going to sleep." She said as she stroked his cheekbones tenderly. He seemed confused and scared as his nostrils flared, his eyes wide as a deer in headlights.

"Do I have to compel you?" She asked with sincerity. He parted his lips and drew in a ragged breath, never taking his eyes from hers. He closed his eyes finally and shook his head stiffly.

"Good." She replied as she placed one of her fingers in her mouth and pierced it with her teeth. She brought it out of her mouth seductively and dusted his lips with the blood sensually. His eyes opened as she traced the shape of his lips. He opened his mouth a little wider and allowed her to slide her finger in. He closed his eyes as he sucked the blood from her finger. Frowning and groaning as she pulled it back out only seconds later. He closed his eyes again tightly, fearing that she was toying with him again. He licked his lips and sighed deflated. She kissed his forehead again and pulled her shirt off of her shoulder to bear her skin and neck. He opened his eyes again. She gently lifted his head higher against her with her arm supporting his back and placed his face into her neck. He didn't move at first, unsure of whether this was a ruse. She stroked the back of his head with her fingers and encouraged him, almost like a mother would encourage an infant.

He sighed against her skin, giving in to the need for more blood and bit down, sucking hungrily. Rebekah closed her eyes and held him securely, stroking his head as he drank. This was the kind of intimacy she craved, this kind of delicate but urgent embrace. He needed her. Right now only she could give him what he needed and she sighed contently at that thought. He was getting more urgent in his drinking now as she felt his hand come over and bring her shoulder down closer to him in an attempt to get more. Her head spun a little and she tilted her head towards his.

"That's enough Damon." She whispered and patted his back. He continued to drink, squeezing her against him so she had to tug his hair back sternly enough for him to lift his head. He dribbled over her collarbone and swallowed as she tilted him forwards onto his back on the bed. He licked his lips and stared at the ceiling as the blood started to glow in his cheeks. His eyes were an intense blue, like she had never seen before. She extracted herself from him and lay down next to him, marvelling at his eyes. He didn't say anything or make any move to try and escape. He closed his eyes and fell silent as the dead as she watched him. She could see the hole in his stomach was almost closed now. Her blood obviously agreed with him. She lay there drinking in the sight of him as he drifted off to sleep. She expected that she may have another fight on her hands with him tomorrow once he had recovered, but she hoped he'd be a little more agreeable. Right now he was exactly as she wanted him – unresisting and content. His breathing became a regular pattern and she knew that he was finally in deep sleep. She elected to lie and watch him for a little while before she disposed of the body of the fake Gilbert downstairs. If only she had been able to find a real relative, she wouldn't have had to compel the girl so intensely into believing that Elena was her cousin. Still, it had all paid off she supposed. She sighed at the idea of actually making him feed on the saintly Elena. That would be so worth Klaus's rage, but she knew that it would blow the whistle on her little fantasy play here.

Elena was a problem. She had evidently sneaked her way into Damon's' heart and had laid some eggs there. Rebekah wrinkled her nose at her own analogy, but she still thought it was apt. His feelings for Elena were what made him resist but what also motivated him to survive and take her beatings. Perhaps she could use it to her advantage. He sighed in his sleep and she looked over at him again, exiting her thoughts. He had pleased her so, this evening. She bit her lip pondering. When he woke up, he would most likely become hostile again. He was like a wild stallion, practically impossible to break in but with long enough endurance, could prove tameable.

She wondered if he was dreaming of Elena. She broke into a grin and stretched her body out like a cat. His guard was down, his shields were weak and unsuspecting. Time to crawl inside his head like she'd promised him.

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Damon felt warm and comfortable as he turned onto his side, vaguely aware of the other person sharing the bed with him. It wasn't that unusual for him to share his bed these days, but his mind stirred a little in apprehension as he tried to recall who it could be. He fought the urge to wake up properly, tucking his head further into his arm, intent on ignoring the waking world when he felt a delicate stroke down his back and a voice that sounded like melted honey filling his senses. He opened his eyes begrudgingly, taking in his discarded 'Gone with the wind' edition on his nightstand. He grunted as the voice spoke again and stroked down the length of his back. It was such a pleasant sensation, he felt himself roll his back into the touch.

"Hmmmm." He moaned appreciatively as he turned onto his back looking for his bed mate.

"Elena?" He asked confused and amazed at the same time. Elena smiled back at him somewhat sleepily with a yawn. He frowned trying to understand what was going on? Where was Stefan? Why was Elena in his bed? Had they…? So many thoughts fluttered through his mind that he wasn't capable of voicing anything and so instead simply left his mouth hanging agape. Elena laughed and pulled herself closer to him so that she place her head on his chest and draped her arm over his stomach. His stomach felt slightly sensitive strangely and he took her hand from it and interlocked their fingers while he tried to formulate a sentence.

"Elena, what…?" He began but she lifted her head and put her finger over his lips to silence him.

"Stefan is still asleep." She whispered, looking at him seriously for a moment before returning to her happy state. She leaned into him and kissed him deeply. He frowned at her comment before melting into her kisses. This was happening! This was actually happening! She trailed her fingers lightly up his torso and he hummed in enjoyment. She rested her hand on his shoulder before sweeping it up into his hair at the nape of his neck. He opened his mouth and she circled her tongue inside against his as their kiss became more passionate. He had waited for this for so long, he couldn't hold back any longer. As she gripped the hair at the back of his neck with her fingers he rolled her over onto her back and explored her mouth hungrily. She was here and she was his. They broke their kiss and stared at each other, with pupils as large as flying saucers. Elena was breathing in short gasps and was flushed with desire. She looked so beautiful.

"I want you." He whispered to her and she smiled flashing her perfect white teeth at him. He wanted to ravage her, show her what he could do to her body, but she was so human and so fragile. With Rose he had been able to take her with the wild ferocity he was feeling now, but Elena was so small and delicate he would have to be careful not to lose control and bite her. He didn't think that that would please Stefan, considering she was his girl and all. The thought that she was here in his bed when Stefan was down the hall asleep and unawares, sent his heart racing. He couldn't tame the rush of lust that he felt at this moment and the veins in his eyes popped out as he cupped one of her breasts. Despite the fact that he could easily lose control and kill her, she trusted him and arched her back up into him to give him more access. She was completely naked and hot for him. He could tell by the smell of her that she was ready for him, that she wanted him badly.

He loved how perfectly shaped her breasts were as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. She moaned breathlessly and tugged the hair on the back of his head again. He teased her breasts until she bit her lip, trying to restrain her moans under the work of his tongue. He moved down onto her smooth, firm stomach and licked up to the underside of her breasts again. She squirmed and pushed her hips up invitingly. He slid his hands down over her hips and cupped her bottom, lifting her slightly as he sent his tongue inside of her. She stifled a moan and grabbed the sheets with her fists. He knew she would be sensitive here. He was an expert in this region and carefully slid his tongue upwards to hit her clit. Her body shook and he smiled, taking her into his mouth at her core and sucking.

"Damon!" She whispered, trying desperately to keep quiet as he circled his tongue gently and pushed it inside of her. She was unbelievable ready for him and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Put it in!" She moaned and he needed no other invitation. He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders as she gasped in surprise. He wanted to bury himself as deep as he could inside of her, leave a space there that his brother could never fill. He entered her slowly and enjoyed watching her mouth fall open as he did so. He kept going until he was deep inside as far as he could go and he tilted his head back in bliss. He started a slow rhythm, not wanting to hurt her. She watched him, with flaming red cheeks as he took her as though he owned her. He was in so deep that he could feel her whole body pulsate with his rhythm. He moaned as he sped up, holding her legs carefully so as not to hurt her. Her body shook with his thrusts and she seemed to be caught in his spell, unable to speak or move as he panted. Every thrust brought him faster and faster towards oblivion as he increased his speed again and heard her start to moan and call his name. He grabbed her hips for support as he pounded into her again and again, proclaiming his love for her while he did so until she began to gyrate upwards into him. He leaned forward to increase his depth and she began to move with him, increasing the friction. Sweat poured from him as felt his approaching release. He began to pant and cry out as he felt delicious sparks of sensation explode inside of him. He closed his eyes, revelling in it when suddenly he was thrown onto his back. He opened his eyes in surprise and gasped when he saw Elena on top of him. He frowned, confused as to how she had managed to turn them over but before he could speak she was sliding herself down on him and moving with quick thrusts. He closed his eyes and rolled them back into his head as she sped up, unnaturally fast. The pleasure was so unbridled he almost struggled to breathe as she moved. He opened his eyes to gaze at the vision of her taking him this roughly and passionately when he noticed blonde hair. He gasped, blinking sweat out of his eyes as he tried to focus again on Elena.

He stared up at her face again and was horrified to see the face of Rebekah staring down at him. What was happening?

"No!" He tried to say emphatically but she ground into him deeper and the sudden depth change cut his vocal chords off.

"Say it lover." Rebekah panted, pinning him down by his shoulders as she pushed him further inside of her. He gasped and rolled his eyes into the back of his head again as she took him whole. This wasn't right. This wasn't Elena! He cried out trying to grab her and stop her rocking movements. He was almost ready to explode when he hit the brick wall in his mind again. His eyes flew open as he drew in a chased breath, he couldn't climax – he wasn't allowed. She rode on and he felt like he would explode, his body burning like he was on fire.

"Beg!" She commanded as she licked one of his nipples and he tensed at her touch. She sped up and increased her intensity of movements, climaxing loudly but continuing to move him inside of her throughout. He shook his head and tried to grab her arms but she grabbed his and pinned him down by his hands forcefully. He looked up into her eyes and saw fire and ice.

"Beg." She ordered quietly this time and he opened his mouth to protest one last time.

"Please!" He choked instead, feeling betrayed by his own voice.

"Please what?" She slapped his face and he grimaced in pain.

"Finish it." He whispered and she smiled radiantly, leaning down to his ear.

"Give it all to me." She compelled and suddenly his whole body exploded, arching him up from the mattress and wringing him out entirely. He tried to breathe but the orgasm was so intense he thought he might pass out. Wave after wave knocked him over and he shouted, feeling half way between pain and ecstasy. His body couldn't decide what was happening, he just tried to hold onto consciousness until his body finally stopped moving and he fell back on his back exhausted.