A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry for the delay and waiting, I've been extremely busy for months now and my muse abandoned me too. But I'm here now with an insanely long chapter (more than 8k words) with an insanely long Delena summer flashback in it! I hope you'll enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)
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Chapter 4: Lights Will Guide You Home
"Let me introduce you to Sophia Blake. Sophia, this is Elena Gilbert," the girl extended her hand with a smile and I took it, knowing that that hand would bring the love of my life back to me once and for all.
We walked further into my dorm room and I closed the door behind us to prevent any unwanted interruptions. I walked to the bed and quickly gathered the items that were scattered around the sheets and put them into my most cherished box. The Damon Box. As I liked to call it.
I gestured to the witch girl to take a seat and she shyly took my offer. I sat across from her and studied her carefully. She didn't seem to be older than me, around 20 at the most. She had wavy, long brown hair with brown eyes, heart shaped face. Her skin was slightly darker than mine although not darker than Bonnie's. At first sight, she seemed nice but you can never trust the looks. I learned it the hard way. She could hold the solution to my every problem, but she can also cause more if we aren't careful enough.
"So, I guess Stefan filled you in on everything you need to know, right?" I started with a fake smile because I needed to know more about this girl to trust her even in the slightest. What if she just came here to screw us over and get whatever the hell she wants out of it?
"Yes, as a matter of fact he did and I have to say it won't be a child's game. There's a big possibility it won't work," she told us with a frown and I looked over at Stefan, who stood by the window, probably hearing this piece of information for the second time.
I swallowed hard because I knew exactly that there was a big chance this whole plan would fail miserably. Until now I couldn't allow myself to think about that at all, but Sophia being here made it even more real.
"Don't take this in the wrong way, but what's in it for you? I mean, you are a witch and you're about to help vampires. I don't think you're doing this out of the kindness of your heart," I know I was slightly harsh with her, but I needed to know her reasons for doing this spell or whatever it is needed to bring my loved ones back. There is no way she would do it free. But whatever the price is, I'll pay it.
"Yes, you're right. There's something I'd like to gain from this," Of course. "I already told this to Stefan, but seeing that you don't just give your trust to anyone, which I completely understand, I think it's best If I start from the beginning," she smiled somewhat kindly and I didn't know what should I feel. Being threatened because her smile didn't look so innocent or relief because she sounded confident. Confident that her plan would work.
"From the earliest times, there's a silent war between the witches and the travelers. When Quetsiyah and Silas created the immortality spell..." she paused, seeing the frown on my face. Then she started explaining. "They were the most powerful travelers... I thought- Stefan said you have a not so pleasant past with them-
"No, I know who they were and what they did, it's just- I thought, when you said you wanted to start from the beginning I wouldn't have thought you mean the beginning beginning, that's all," I chuckled nervously because I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
"Oh, okay. So creating the immortality spell, which was used on Silas and Amara caused a schism among witches. Witches known as the servants of nature, they couldn't afford such abomination, something that could easily upset the balance they stood for-"
I had to interrupt. "Yeah, we already know that. Can't we just jump to the present and-"
"You maybe know this part, but not the whole story," she said with a determined tone and I narrowed my eyes slightly. What else had happened that was so important for the mission we are about to do?
"At the beginning, there were only witches. After the immortality spell was done, the community was divided between those witches who sought to preserve what they saw as the natural balance of the world by using their powers for that aim, and those who believed they could use it to do anything. Fearing the power that could be unleashed on the world thanks to this use of magic, the most powerful servants of nature called upon The Spirits and then placed a curse on Qetsiyah's entire coven. The curse prevented them from gathering as a tribe, an act which would cause disasters such as plagues, fires and earthquakes whenever they gathered. Also, they no longer had access to traditional magic sources. They are called the travelers. Later they found out that the curse only prevented them from gathering inside their own bodies - hence the passengers - and that only magic coming from the Earth are forbidden for them. Now that the Other Side is destroyed the Spirit Magic is gone. At least, that's what the travelers think," she stopped to take a breath and I looked at her questioningly.
"But it isn't gone. It is just weakened. The witches knew that the Other Side would collapse sooner or later, so they created different Dimensions in time in which the spirits could exist even after the Other Side was destroyed,"
"Why is the Spirit Magic weakened then if the spirits are still out there?" I asked, slightly confused and a bit curious because maybe she was starting to get on the point of her visit.
"Because they are separated. On the Other Side they were somehow together, but now they are in different times. The witches didn't have enough power - thanks to the travelers finding loopholes in their curse - to create something as big as the Other Side once again, so they had to create smaller worlds, one by one,"
I started thinking. If these Dimensions were created for spirits, it meant that maybe Bonnie is in there somewhere! I felt relief surge through my veins. We just had to find a spell to get her out of there somehow.
But then panic came over me. Bonnie was a witch, of course, she would go to one of these time Dimensions. But Damon was a vampire. What about him? He couldn't just - No. No, no, no! He had to be there too! If there wasn't any way to save him, Stefan wouldn't have brought this witch with him, right?
"Stefan, please tell me-"
He must have known what ran through inside my head, because his eyes softened and said in a soothing tone. "She isn't finished yet. You want to hear the rest of it,"
I nodded and looked at Sophia expectantly.
She smiled and then again settled her face into a serious expression. "In order to still have the Spirit Magic, the living witches created a device, called the Ascendant and they placed it in the time Dimension. It allows spirits to travel from one time to the other, creating small groups to strengthen the Spirit Magic when they are called upon for a spell. The only drawback it has that only a few spirits can travel with them and only once per spell, so it would never be enough to do anything monumental," she paused for a moment.
"The travelers found out about the device and they want to put their hands on it to travel back in time and stop the witches from cursing them since it can be used as a simple time traveling device if you have magic," I raised my brow and let out a gasp.
"Wait-There are still travelers out there?" maybe it was a dumb question, but if that was the truth, then we will never be safe.
"For the most time, the witches tried to eliminate them when they were still stronger than the travelers, but being able to possess someone else's body allowed them to escape and boost their power throughout the years. Although only one town has now travelers, it's my birth town, Greymont,"
My eyes widened in fear and confusion. "Wait, are you?-"
"My mother was a witch, a powerful one, from the Gemini coven," I sighed in relief. "And my father was a traveler,"
Wait, what?
"So it makes me half witch and half traveler which means I can do witch magic as well as traveler's, such as the passenger spell and every other they gathered throughout the years. When the travelers found out about me, they killed my father because he betrayed them by falling in love with a witch, with the enemy. So I grew up with my mother, we were always on the move, the travelers weren't satisfied with only killing my father, they wanted my mother and me dead too. They found us when my mother and Lucy Bennett, the last remaining member of the second most powerful witches, started to create the Dimensions with the Ascendant. It was only luck they managed to finish it. Then the travelers arrived, demanding to hand my mother and me over them. Lucy helped me escape them, by putting a cloaking spell on me, but my mother died in the process," she said sadly, tears shining in her black orbs. I felt sorry for her because I know what it feels like to lose a parent. Not just one...
"Why didn't Lucy helped your mother too?" I asked puzzled. She was powerful, she could've saved her, couldn't she?
"My mother knew they wouldn't kill me once she told them our secret. But she also knew they wouldn't stop until they get me and threaten me with it, so she sacrificed herself and fought them until her last breath so we could run away"
"Threaten you with what?" I said softly.
Sophia smiled bitterly. "The Ascendant was created with my blood. So I'm the only one who can get it from the Dimension world. They want me to travel there and bring it back to them, "
My eyes widened. "How?"
"By making a connection with the device near the place where the anchor to the Other Side, aka Bonnie Bennett disappeared for good and travel to one of the Dimension and get it,"
So that's the price. If we do this and she succeeds in bringing Bonnie AND Damon back along with that Ascendant thing, the travelers will win. They can then undo the spell that was put on them thousands of years ago and finish what they'd started six months ago. Then what? We all will be killed, every vampire would be killed and then what's the point in bringing them back if we die too?
"So you will help the travelers? You know what that means right?" I asked angrily and saw in my peripheral vision that Stefan is about to come between us if I lose my mind. Which I will in 3..2...1-
"Who said anything about helping them?" she asked, tilting her head.
I slowly came back to my senses as my brain processed her words.
"They destroyed my life. They took everything from me. And they have Lucy too. Yes, I'm the only one who can help them achieve what they want, but they have no idea, that also I'm the only one who can destroy them for good," she said with a sardonic smile and I was glad she was on our side. "For me to succeed in that task, I need to destroy the Ascendant. The travelers would sense it's magic as soon as it's in the world of the living,"
I narrowed my eyes. "Wait. If you destroy it then this Dimension world would be destroyed too, wouldn't it?"
"It's true. Along with the Spirit Magic,"
"Then why?" I didn't understand.
"The witches only needed Spirit Magic to have enough power to be a match for the travelers. Once I'm back with Bonnie and the device, we will start a spell that would create a prison for the travelers for eternity. When we're done we destroy the Ascendant and the travelers would be gone" she smiled wickedly.
"Is that even possible?" It sounded too good to be true.
"Since I'm from the most powerful coven and I have travelers blood and if I combine my magic with a Bennet's, we can nearly do everything we want to do. But don't worry, I don't wish to rule the world or anything. I just want the travelers gone," she said firmly, her eyes flashing with revenge.
"And what happens if a supernatural being dies? Where will it go? Since there will be no Other Side or anything," It was the second most important question that was nagging in my mind. Will there be any afterlife? Would Jeremy be able to see us if we die somehow?
"If you're lucky, you will find peace. If not... Let's just say, try not to die,"
I swallowed. This was not the answer I was hoping for to be honest. But here comes nothing.
"So you said Bonnie will be there somewhere. What about..." I had to clear my throat. Since that night, I haven't said his name out loud. "What about Damon?
Sophia eyed me carefully and I panicked. Her next few words held the power to crumble my world even more or to rebuild it slowly. I held my breath back.
"Stefan already told me he died that day when the Other Side collapsed. If in that moment he was close to the anchor aka, Bonnie Bennet, it is possible he is there where she is. However witches have strict rules about vampires, I think you know that already. If they didn't want him there, then I can't do anything about it,"
No. He had to be there. He just had to. The other possibility is just unimaginable.
My eyes welled up with tears and my lips quivered. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Stefan looking at me with sorrowful eyes. I knew it was just as hard for him as for me, after all, he lost his brother. The only person who knew him better than anyone and who was there with him throughout the years.
He kneeled down before me and started soothing me. "Elena you can't think about that. You need to hold it together the best you can till we know for sure that..." I looked down, knowing his unfinished sentence. "At least, we would know that we tried everything. You have to be strong. For him. That's what he thought you, right?"
I nodded with blurry vision as a tear slipped down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with my shaking hands. Stefan was right. I needed to stay strong. I needed to see this through.
"When do we start? What do you need?" I asked the witch with a waver in my voice from the crying.
"Tomorrow at the old cemetery, by the crypt," I nodded. That place will haunt me forever. Tomorrow we will find out if it will be for a joyful memory or for the worst one. "And I only need an item which was Bonnie's. Something personal, so I can find her as soon as possible. The other ingredients are with me already," she finished and stood up from the bed.
"So I guess we'll see each other tomorrow, " I said with another fake smile, although I tried to bring some positivity in my voice.
"We will," she nodded and Stefan escorted her out after smiling at me and mouthing an 'everything will be alright' to me.
I nodded with a sad smile and closed the door behind them.
I collapsed on the bed, covering my face with my hands. I simultaneously felt dread and anticipation for tomorrow. I didn't know what should I expect and it's driving me crazy. I have no idea what I will do if it won't work like it's supposed to. If he won't-No! I can't go there! I have to shake these thoughts out of my head.
With a newfound strength, I stood up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. What I need is a long, hot shower to wash away all the negativity so I could lay in bed and dream about him in peace like most nights.
I clutched his shirt to my chest tightly and shot up in the bed with my forehead covered in a sweat. I opened my eyes and inhaled a deep breath, looking around in my dorm room.
My anxiety kept me up all night, that long shower didn't help my nerves at all, and even when I managed to fall asleep, I had the worst nightmare ever. And the most terrible thing was that I couldn't wake up from it. I had to relive that night again, the worst night of my existence.
I was still so caught up in my emotions that I jumped when my phone ringed next to me on the nightstand. I picked it up to see I got a text from Stefan.
Sophia wants to start the spell in an hour. Want me to pick you up? - S.
My eyes widened. Sophia... the spell... crypt. Oh my God. I almost forgot! Today is the day when everything could go all wrong or right.
No, it's fine. I'll be there soon. - E.
I needed to clear my head a bit. And I needed to do it alone. I had to prepare myself for this whole day, it'll be long.
I quickly jumped out of the bed and throw on Damon's favorite dress on me. A dark summer dress, with a thin red belt on the waist. It was the dress I wore on our actual first date, which was kind of funny considering it was way into our relationship. And it didn't actually turned out the way we planned but that's why it was perfect...
"Seriously, Damon, where are we going?" she asked for the umpteenth time since they sat into his car. Though he always evaded her question.
He rolled his eyes and continued to stare ahead on the road.
"Stop asking that. If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. Now be a good girl and just enjoy the ride with your insanely hot boyfriend," he smirked and looked at her with his eye thing she secretly loved. She narrowed her eyes at him and turned her head to pretend to look out the window while trying to hide her smile.
"I know you're smiling, no need to hide it," he said with a smug smile on his face, though his eyes were firmly on the road.
Damn him, he knew her so well. She just needed to ignore him, she knew he didn't like that.
When she felt his hands touch her knee, she didn't even flinch, though it caused her tingles on her skin. It was insane how she always seemed to want him even after spending almost the entire day in each other's company in the bed... and other places. She blushed at the memory and heard Damon chuckle.
"Oh baby, you're so obvious," he singsonged and she let out an exasperated sigh. She tried to stay mad at him for not sharing any information about their destination and for the fact that she couldn't seem to get a rise out of him. She needed to try a different method. She smirked inwardly.
"Damon, please tell me. After all these times, you know how much I hate surprises. Every time it ends with blood and broken necks," she saw him lock his jaw at the last statement and she felt slightly bad about her approach, but continued anyway. "I hate being in uncertainty. It makes me anxious even if I know that you have all the right intentions. Please, Damon," she searched his eyes and gave him her best puppy look.
His eyes softened and he sighed.
"Okay. I'm taking you to Richmond. I reserved a table there in a little-" the satisfaction from managing to get information out of him must have shown on her face because he paused and narrowed his eyes almost angrily. "...I just fell for one of the single most obvious and oldest tricks in the book, didn't I."
She giggled. "Yeah, that's kinda what happened. But don't be too hard on yourself. You stopped yourself quickly. Unfortunately," she said, touching his leather jacket covered arm in comfort.
He looked at her with a scowl on his handsome face out of the corner of his eyes. "You know that thing you just did? " he asked matter of factly. Then he lowered his voice and whispered almost dangerously to her, turning full face towards her. "Don't do that."
"What?" Elena asked innocently, looking at him with her doe eyes, batting her eyelashes.
He shook his head and his lips formed a perfect line, turning back to stare straight ahead. She knew that look. He was mad. Oops.
"So you're taking me to dinner? It's romantic," she said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.
He snorted. "Pff, that sounds so cliche. And I don't do romantic," he made a face like he had a hard time even saying the word.
She tilted her head at that. "Well, these few weeks definitely proves that statement wrong," she smiled at him sweetly. "You're so taking me to a restaurant," she grinned at him proudly.
"Who said anything about a restaurant?" he smirked and she looked at him with a frown on her face. "We're going to a strip club,"
Elena's eyes widened slightly but quickly settled back her face into a neutral expression before he could see her reaction.
"Funny," she deadpanned.
"I'm not joking, Elena," he replied seriously.
He's lying, I know he is, she thought.
"Why would you reserve a table, if we're going to a strip club?" she asked with raised eyebrows, feeling victory for finding an error in his little teasing.
Damon just smirked cheekily at her.
"Do you know how crowded those places are usually?Phew! You don't wanna go there without a reservation, trust me. All those burnt out cougars who didn't get to be on stage would thrust themselves upon you, even if you just want a drink and maybe catch a glimpse of the real deal on the stage with the pole, you know," he winked at her and her face turned into a disgusted expression. She didn't want to imagine him with older women. Or any other woman for that matter.
She crossed her arms across her chest. "I know you're not taking me to a strip club, Damon," she said annoyed, not believing his words.
He raised his brow in a challenging way, his expression said 'Are you sure about that' or 'Watch me'.
She turned her upper body towards him, scrutinizing his face for any sign that he is just teasing her. But his features stayed totally impassive, and she grew more and more frightened by the minute. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"You are not taking me to a strip club, Damon Salvatore!" she growled at him, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.
"Your dress is perfect for what I planned for us in there," he said with a leer, checking her out with his suggestive blue eyes.
Her scandalized expression and wild eyes told him that he was treading on dangerous waters, but he couldn't help it. He liked mad Elena. It was the most adorable and sexy sight in the world.
"Damon!" she shrieked.
If she had been standing, she would have stamped her foot for sure. Damon chuckled at the thought.
"Turn the car around now! I'm not going into a place filled with dirty skanks, who would want nothing more than jump the bones of my boyfriend while I sit there and watch," she said with a glowering look. No way she was going to set foot in a place like that.
"Don't be jealous, Elena. There will be plenty of women for you to choose from," he said with a wink, though he knew he should put her out of her misery soon.
She snarled at him and punched his arm with great force.
"Ouch, Elena," he said, squeezing his slightly sore arm from her punch. He taught her well. "I could sue you for domestic violence," he said with fake seriousness and her eyes flashed at him again. She breathed heavily with anger, her breasts rising from under her dress with each intake. His eyes wandered to her chest for a second...or two, but he quickly glanced back at her eyes when she snapped at him again.
"Damon, I swear-"
"Relax, Gilbert, no one's taking no one to a strip club. I was just teasing you. You know, tit for tat. Though it's not a bad idea," he winked at her and as she processed what he just said, she felt herself calm down.
"You're awful," she said sulkily.
"Oh, but you love it," he smiled at her sweetly and interlaced their fingers together.
She just shook her head and smiled at him.
For minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, till they both heard a strange noise coming from outside. Or so they thought.
"What is this?" she scowled.
"Oh shit!" he cursed, punching the steering wheel in anger.
"What?" she looked at him concerned, not realizing the thick cloud of smoke coming from the engine hood of the Camaro.
He motioned for her to look outside as he slowly made their way to the side of the road. Her eyes widened and she let out a little gasp.
"That is not a good sign," she commented and Damon rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," he stopped the car and got out before lifting the smoke covered hood.
"You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm." she muttered slightly offended and followed him outside.
Damon put his hands on his hip, inspecting the car intently. Elena stood next to him, having no idea what should she do. She knew nothing of cars, and she hoped Damon would just fix this problem as soon as possible. They were in the middle of nowhere, only the lamp of the car made them light in the dark night.
"I think it's the coolant," he said finally with an uncertain voice.
She raised her eyebrows at his words and tone taken aback. "You think? You mean you were born before they even invented cars and you don't know how to fix one?" she said in an incredulous tone, crossing her arms.
"I'm a vampire, Elena not a freaking car mechanic," he said exasperatedly, throwing his hands towards the dark, starry sky.
She fumed a bit at his words, then saw as he reached into the car and turned something in there. She tried to protest, that he shouldn't do that if he wasn't an expert in cars, he would just cause more damage than good, but she couldn't finish her thoughts because even more smoke streamed out of the vehicle with a noise that made her think about when the hot oil meets cold water. She heard a loud hiss and looked up to see Damon shook his hand with a tormented look on his face.
She rushed to him. "Are you okay?" she took his right hand into hers to examine it but it was already healed from the hot steam.
"I'm fine," he said slightly angrily. "And for the record, I blame you,"
She widened her eyes. "What!? This was your idea!"
"Well, you should've talked me out of it!"
Her mouth formed an 'o' and she took a step back. They eyed each other heatedly, neither knew why they were mad at one another. Maybe because this was the first time they stepped out of their comfort zone as a couple since their relationship started a few weeks back. Sure they were on a few dates already, in the Grill playing pool or having lunch, in the only theater in Mystic Falls where they did anything but watch the movie. But road trips meant something different. It brought up old memories and feelings and they couldn't help but act on them unconsciously.
She then huffed. "That's just great. We're stuck here in the middle of nowhere with probably no reception whatsoever," she paused and started thinking. "I think I saw a gas station a few miles ago, we should walk there and call-"
He interrupted her. "There's no way I'm going to leave my car here," he said firmly.
She rolled her eyes. He and his obsession with his car. "Then one of us go while the other stays here," she suggested with a hopeful tone.
He shook his head and turned towards her fully. "I'm not leaving you here alone-" she opened her mouth to protest, but Damon held up a finger to stop her. "And I won't let you go alone either," his voice held a tone that she knew she couldn't convince him otherwise.
"I'm not a child, Damon," she said angrily, gazing into his ocean blue eyes furiously.
"No, I know," he smiled. "You are just a freaking danger magnet, baby," he smirked at her, and she tried to slap him, but he already knew her next movement and sidestepped her. She huffed and he held up his phone, showing her the screen.
"Oh look, there's reception," he said with a wide smile and dialed the breakdown service's number before she could continue her assault.
As he spoke into his phone she looked around herself, noting that there wasn't any light at least in 20 or so mile radius, which meant that they were literally in the middle of nowhere. She sighed heavily and made her way back to the front passenger seat, but as she put her hand on the handle, someone grabbed her arms from behind and turned her around with inhuman speed, pressing her back hard against the side of the car.
She was about to scream for help when she looked up into the familiar deep blue eyes which were desperate to make eye contact with her chocolate brown ones. His face inches from hers, lips almost touching.
She relaxed, letting out a deep breath, "God, Damon, you-"
But she didn't get to finish her sentence, as hungry and demanding lips made contact with her soft ones. His hands held her neck firmly on both sides. She blinked rapidly at first, but she quickly lost herself in the sensation their kisses provided. She was about to deepen the kiss when he wrenched himself away from her lips just enough to look into her eyes. Her mouth was agape, her eyes searching his.
"You're mad at me. Why? And I'm not talking about 5 minutes ago" he demanded in a firm tone.
She looked at him puzzled, their heated moment still clouding her mind, but then she narrowed her eyes as she processed his words.
"Me? You're the one's who's mad at me!" she snapped back at him, not understanding his problem.
He removed his hands from her neck and just stared into her eyes, breathing slightly heavily. His expression changed and she immediately recognized that look. She gasped silently. That was the look he wore at the Mikaelson's ball after their little argument. She couldn't imagine what caused it now.
"I'm not mad," he started calmly, in an even voice. "I'm... hurt," he finished like it was hard for him to say the word. And she knew it was, because he didn't like to show weakness to anyone. Except maybe to her. On occasions.
As his words reached her mind she felt as shock seeped through her. Why would he feel that way? Did she do something? No, she didn't remember anything that could've made him hurt. But as she studied his expression, her protective side came into prominence. She swore to herself once that she would do anything in her power no to see or cause this look on his face ever again. And yet, here she was again did something that caused him pain.
She closed the remaining distance between their bodies and looked into his beautiful eyes with sadness and confusion.
"Why?" she asked weakly.
He looked away, resting his eyes behind her on the car's roof. His lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You manipulated me. In the car" he clarified, looking back at her again with a frown.
She sucked in a deep breath and leaned her body back into to the side of the car. She looked down in shame because what she thought was an innocent move meant something entirely different to him.
"Damon, I..." she swallowed, her throat was suddenly dry. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I swear. It's just...You know how-"
"Curious you are? Yeah, I know," he smiled at her finally and lifted his hand up to stroke her cheek with his thumb. "It's just felt awfully similar when we were-"
This time, Elena finished his thought. "When we were at Duke," she nodded with a sad smile.
"Yeah" he breathed, and Elena stepped closer, putting her hands around his neck and rested their foreheads together.
"I really am sorry, Damon," she looked intently into his eyes, making him see the sincerity in hers.
He smiled at her, running his hands down her body until they rested on either side of her waist.
"I know. But I don't want you to feel bad about it. I just wanted you to acknowledge it," he said to her with a pointed look.
She stared up at him and nodded quickly. "I do," he smiled at her words and pulled her flesh even closer, their noses touching. "Are we good?" Elena asked breathlessly, feeling the desire seeping through her veins.
"Hmm-mm," he murmured as an affirmation then kissed her passionately on the lips.
She responded immediately. Elena buried her fingers in his hair and pulling it with just enough force to cause him to growl into their mouth in want. He gripped her waist and pressed her back into the side of the car. Their lusty kisses quickly spiraled to a near frenzy. Soon the kisses weren't enough, they both needed to feel each other's bare flesh against their own.
He lifted her up by her thighs, causing her summer dress to ride up against her hips, leaving her only panties covered core to came in contact with his denim covered hard on he'd been sporting since the moment they sat into his car.
She gasped and gripped his shoulders tightly as they ground against each other in their passionate kisses.
"Backseat," he murmured against her lips when they came up for air even though they didn't need it. Elena only nodded, clasping her ankles behind his back as he moved to open the door to the backseat. When he managed to find the handle, he gently pushed her on her back in the back of the car and slowly crawled above her in the small space. When he found the sensitive spot on her neck, she moaned out loudly and she felt hotness pool between her legs at his ministration. She lifted her legs to his hips, pressing her aching core to his jeans covered erection. He growled into her neck and found the zipper on her dress, pulling it down with a torturously slow motion and a shiver ran down her spine at this movement. When he was done, he removed her dress, to reveal her bra-less breasts. His eyes darkened at the sight.
"I told you your outfit would be perfect for what I'd planned," he winked at her.
She would've giggled if a moan hadn't left her mouth instead as he found her nipples with his mouth. He sucked them with blunt teeth and she arched her back in pleasure. Then a thought struck her suddenly, she didn't know how though since the only thought she had was him. Inside of her.
"Wait," she said breathlessly and he looked up confused. "The tow truck. When-"
"We have more than an hour, don't worry. And that's plenty of time," he assured her with a smirk, continuing his previously interrupted action.
She couldn't take his treatment any longer. She was a hot mess under him, so with a swift, but careful movement, due to the small space they were in, she flipped them over, sitting dangerously close to his throbbing cock. She ripped his black shirt open, running her delicate hands down his abs until she reached his belt. He watched her with fascination, resting his hands on either side of her hips, stroking them lightly.
She then leaned close to his ears and whispered. "You know, I've never done it in a car before," she said in an alluring tone, making his eyes roll back in desire at her words. When her hands unclasped his belt, he flipped them over again, shrugging out of his ruined shirt in the process and looked at her with mischief in his eyes.
"Neither have I,"
She giggled at that and playfully slapped him on the arm. "Liar,"
He caught her hand by the wrist and pinned it to the window along with her other one. She gasped and looked up at him to see his lustful eyes as his fingers trailed down her arms to her shoulders, then continued their paths alongside her breasts until he reached the hem of her dripping panties, the only item that still covered her overheated body.
She arched her back in pleasure as he trailed down wet kisses on her chest, stomach and when reached his destination, he pulled down the fabric with his teeth, allowing his upper lip to touch her hipbone and thigh in the process.
She saw as his eyes darken at the sight that welcomed him, and she started to pull his jeans down his legs with her foot. When her toes connected with his bare ass, she smiled. Of course, he went commando.
Now that there wasn't anything separating their bodies to connect, she yanked him back up to her lips and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing together. She urged him with her hips and heel to give them what they both desired so much, and when she felt him at her entrance she moaned out his name loudly and he almost lost it right there. With a swift movement, he entered her, filling her up entirely. He waited a moment for her to adjust, then started to move in and out of her. With each thrust he angled his movement to hit that spot he knew so well would send her over the edge and she didn't disappoint when he felt her nails dug into his back in pleasure, leaving bloody marks on his skin.
He hissed out in pain, but in a good one and felt himself edging closer to his release. Needing her to come before he did, Damon licked the skin behind her ear, knowing what it causes her during their lovemaking. He smiled proudly when her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a cry of pleasure, shouting his name to the roof of the car as she reached her climax, shivering under him like a heroin junkie in a desperate need of a fix.
Her orgasm raised his own right out of him. He moaned out her name like a prayer, burying his face in the sweetly scented flesh of her neck and followed her over the precipice and into a mindless oblivion.
Later, in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their bodies stayed joined as she stroked his black hair with her fingers. He hummed contentedly with his head between her breasts and tightened his grip behind her back.
She looked up at the window and chuckled. At that, he lifted his head and looked at her peacefully. He loved when she laughed. That was his favorite sound in the world.
"I feel like Rose from Titanic," she laughed again, noting the steamy windows of the Camaro.
He snorted at her comment. "You are so much hotter than that woman. And I'm definitely not Leonardo DiCaprio. The dude could learn a few things from me," he winked at her and she shook her head with a smile, leaning closer to him and kissed him soundly.
They heard a distant voice coming from outside a few moments later and Elena let out a sigh.
"Looks like our rescue team arrived. But if you ask me I could stay like this forever," he murmured into her neck then reluctantly pulled out of her, gathering their clothes to greet the men out there.
She put on her dress and her panties back on, as he helped her out of the car. "Will you tell me where did you want to take me?" she asked innocently.
He just shook his head with a smirk. "Nope. You just have to wait and see,"
I never got to see where he would've taken me if his car hadn't broken down. I guess today maybe I'll get an answer.
I smiled at the thought as I stepped into the old cemetery, noting that Stefan, Sophia, and Jeremy (who I called yesterday to inform him about everything) stood by the crypt waiting for me. I made my way to them, stopping in front of the entrance of the creepy little building.
Jeremy held one of Bonnie's grimoire firmly to his chest as I asked him to bring something from hers.
Stefan stood next to him, watching Sophia with guarded eyes as she draw a pentagram on the floor with salt, the torches were already lit along with some candles.
When she was done she stood up and turned to Stefan and me.
"Okay. I only need some of your blood and then I can start,"
I looked up at Stefan because this statement was eerily familiar. He only shrugged and hold out his hand.
I narrowed my eyes but did the same, trying to trust him that he knows what he was doing. What she was doing.
She took our blood and walked back to the center of the pentagram and motioned for Jeremy to give her the magic book. She clutched it to her chest. "When I'm done with the spell, I'll disappear and travel to the Dimension that Bonnie, and probably your other friend are. I will grab them along with the Ascendant and bring them back as soon as possible,"
We nodded in understanding and she started her chanting. Within minutes, the wind intensified around us, sending the leaves that were scattered around the ground into the air. Suddenly there was a big white flash for just a moment then everything went back to normal again. When I opened my eyes from the bright light I saw Stefan and Jeremy, but Sophia was gone, which was a good sign. A good sign that the spell probably worked. Now we just had to wait.
I walked over to Jeremy and placed a comforting hand on his arm. We looked at each other and a silent conversation took place between us with only our eyes. If the outcome wouldn't turn out as I had hoped, at least, I knew he was going to be happy and okay. Bonnie will be by his side at the end of the day and as a good sister, I will try to be happy for them even if my heart would be ripped out of my chest once again.
I looked over at Stefan who stood a few feet from us still staring at the spot Sophia disappeared a few minutes ago. I realized it wouldn't be just me who would walk away with a broken heart if Damon won't come back with the witches. I knew how much the brothers loved each other even if they wouldn't show it to the world. Even when they hated each other they still loved each other. It's what siblings do. I was so afraid when I first realized I loved Damon that this discovery would tear them apart again. That if I chose to be with Damon, their bond wouldn't have survived it, and I didn't want to be the one who tore Stefan from Damon and vice versa. But despite my fears, they came out stronger than ever, for which I couldn't be happier about.
Stefan then looked up when he sensed my eyes on him and gave me a reassuring smile, understanding what was on my mind. I smiled back at him, but then in the blink of an eye, everything changed again around us.
The wind picked up again, more forcefully this time, making me cover my eyes from the leaves and sand from getting into them.
It's happening. They're coming back. Only a few more minutes and I could probably see him again!
I tried to see something from behind my arm, but it was impossible. I stumbled backward from the power of the wind, and the bright light blinded me again, which meant they finally arrived.
I moment later the wind abated, then everything went completely still again. I held my breath back as I pulled my arm back before my eyes. I heard the unmistakeable sound of chanting and I could hear Bonnie's voice. I grinned and opened my eyes. There she was, holding Sophia's hand as they started to send the travelers into their own prison.
But as I looked around I realized something was missing. Or someone. No! NO!
I looked over at Stefan who stood by the crypt with a grave expression on his young face, staring into nothing with empty eyes.
I gasped painfully and felt the tears filling my eyes, blurring my vision.
"No," I breathed, barely above a whisper as I furiously started shaking my head in protest. This was it. Everything I had hoped for since yesterday was snatched away from me yet again by this cruel trick the universe was playing with me.
I clutched my head with both hands, feeling as the pain shot through my body. It was that night all over again and I couldn't bare it. "It's not happening. Not again," I choked and with a newfound strength I run into the woods, looking all over the place, hoping, praying that a dark figure, the mysterious stranger with raven black hair and endlessly deep blue eyes would come forward behind a tree and sweep me off of my feet once again like he did years ago.
"Damon! DAMON!" I shouted to the ground, to the trees, and to the sky in a desperate fit as tears rolled down my cheeks. I stopped, in the middle of the forest, and just stared ahead of me. I let out a strangled sob as I looked around again with a last attempt to maybe catch the sight of him somewhere near, but when I only saw the plants and only heard the sound of the birds I broke down.
I fell to my knees, clutching the ground beside me, my fingers digging into it hard. "Damon," I whimpered. "Please...please come back," I begged silently even though I knew my plea wouldn't get any answers from the one I need it the most.
I knew there were only two options for me now. Either I turn my emotions off or I kill myself. There is no door number three. Not anymore. I couldn't live with a giant hole in my chest anymore. It was too much.
As I staggered to my feet I heard it. The only voice I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I heard it called my name. My favorite sound from his lips. My favorite sound in the world.
His voice.
Cliffhanger! Ha, I'm cruel I know, stopping before the reunion. But I have to have something for the next chapter too ;)
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