Chapter 3: 'You and I are made for each other'
Elena spun around. Caroline was looking at her, wide-eyed. "You're going on a date with a RIPPER," she almost choked. Elena hissed. "It's rude to eavesdrop," she said through her teeth. "You can't go out with A RIPPER. Your brother would kill you," Caroline added, panicked.
"It's your fault I am in this mess in the first place."
"Does the Ripper know that you're a Mikelson," Caroline asked, clearly panicked.
Elena shook her head, looking away. Caroline gasped. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him that I came from Denver and that I accidentally crossed the border. He thinks Jenna is my mum and Jeremy is my brother since he was the one dropped me at home," Elena explained turning away, washing her face.
"Why the hell did you lie to him?" Caroline asked.
"It's not like I had much of a choice. They would have killed me in a heartbeat, had I told them I am a Mikelson," Elena said, running fingers through her hair.
"So the Ripper doesn't know that you're an Original? You didn't manage to escape…" Caroline said more to herself than to Elena.
"Oooh! This is bad, why the hell would you agree to go on a date with him?"
"Because he was at Jenna's. I couldn't exactly drop it on him that Hey! Remember me, yes I am actually a Mikelson and I lied to you," Elena hissed as she wiped her face with a towel.
"Honey, Honey…Listen to me, You can't go out with him. If your brother finds out about this, all hell will break loose. He would rather stake himself than allow you to go out with a Ripper," Caroline tried to convince her.
"And do you really think I want to go out with HIM. Do you know the kind of self-absorbed cocky bastard he is? Not to mention that he is the chief of Rippers, my brother's worst enemy. And I am perfectly aware of the consequences if my family ever found out about my little trip to Ripper's side of Mystic Falls," Elena said, clenching her fists.
"Okk…Calm down! Calm down! Call him back and cancel on him. Tell him you're out of the city. Tell him you're busy…tell him you died, anything, but don't go," Caroline pleaded. She knew her husband. She knew what Klaus was capable once someone crosses him. She had seen him rip heads off people who defied him. She had seen him at his worst.
"I am not doing anything of that sort. He will just bug me more. I just agreed to get him out of Jenna's house. I am NOT actually considering to go," Elena said as she looked in the mirror one last time.
"So, you're not going out with him?"
"No! I am just gonna ignore him. If I show him that I am not interested, I am sure he will forget about me and besides I am going out with Elijah that day," she completed as she made a move to leave.
"Oooh! That's interesting. You're really into him," Caroline smiled, relieved that Elena wasn't going to meet the Ripper.
It didn't matter if she was into him or not. Her family approved of him. He was the safe choice. The perfect choice. Elena didn't answer Caroline. "Honey, I am…I can't tell you how sorry I am for what I made you go through. I am a bitch and I know what I did to you was so wrong. I should have been there for you and…" she stopped when she heard Klaus.
"I don't want to talk about it. Let's just close that chapter and never talk about that ever again," Elena said. Of course, she couldn't forgive Caroline yet but she knew if she kept her cold behavior, Klaus would notice and then he would somehow find about her little adventure.
"Thank you! Thank you," Caroline nearly shrieked as she hugged her best friend.
"Why aren't you hugging me back?" she asked when she noticed Elena haven't hugged her back.
"You pinned my hands down," Elena replied.
"Ooh!" she said as she pulled away, beaming.
"Care, Love! We have to go to a meeting…Can you hurry up?" She heard Klaus from outside the washroom.
"Your brother won't even leave me alone in the washroom," Caroline almost growled.
"Care!" she could hear her brother call her.
"You should go," Elena said.
"Okay, will you be coming for dinner today?" she asked.
"CARE!" Klaus shouted, frustrated.
"All right…All right…I am coming," Caroline shouted back.
"I need to stay here at Gallery till mum comes back then I have to go see Kol. I will text you if I decide to drop by," Elena replied.
"You have to come…I have to show you my new dress. Nick ordered it from "Monique Lhuillier," I am gonna be wearing Monique Lhuillier in my wedding. I am so excited," Caroline squeaked and Elena smiled.
"If you're done bragging about your dress, can you please come out? We're already a fucking half hour late," Klaus shouted.
"Lose the tone, you thousand year old creep," Caroline shouted back.
Elena let out a chuckle when she heard Klaus curse under his breath.
"I swear to God if you don't come out now I am gonna break down this door and throw you on my shoulder and carry you to the meeting," Klaus shouted.
"Go," Elena whispered as she pushed Caroline slightly.
She zoomed toward the door then just when she opened the door, Elena heard a loud crack. She turned around and saw Klaus's hands on his nose. Klaus had been standing too close to the door and became the victim of Caroline's accident once again.
"I am so sorry, Baby," Caroline said, worried as she got closer to him. She stepped on his foot. Klaus winced in pain as her metal pencil heel dug into his skin. He pushed her away slightly. "I AM SO SORRY," Caroline apologized again.
"It's okay. Just give me a minute," Klaus said, holding his hand in front of him so Caroline would not come closer. His wife was walking destruction.
Once his healing was done. "Sometimes, I think you do it on purpose," Klaus said as he offered her his hand. Caroline pouted and held his hand.
Elena watched the happy couple leave.
Elena parked in front of her brother's house. Kol's house was grander then hers or Klaus's. Elena jumped out of the car and walked toward the main gate. Her phone vibrated again. She took out her phone as she opened the main door and entered.
"Can't wait for tomorrow and in case you're wondering my favorite color is black-Unknown."
"Who is this?-Elena," she texted back.
"The love of your life-Unknown," The person texted back immediately.
Elena rolled her eyes. It was definitely Damon. He must have got her number from Jenna. She was going to tell him off but just then she heard a loud crash. She stuffed her phone into her jeans pocket and zoomed to the living room.
"Kol!"
"I can't take this anymore," her brother roared.
"What's going on?" she asked, worried.
"I can't control it anymore. Tell her to run away. Tell her to hide where I can't find her because if I do I won't be able to control this anymore," Kol shouted.
"Hey! Hey! Come here," Elena said as she reached out to him. Her relationship with Kol was very different from Klaus. Klaus was more of a father to her. Kol had been her best friend. He was the complete opposite of Klaus. He was rash and extremely pompous. He loved to show off. Unlike, Klaus he didn't always think of power. His time was better spent, traveling and enjoying his eternity. He was a womanizer by nature until he met Davina. She belonged to one of their allied clans.
She was his turning point. He had met her last year when she moved to Mystic Falls and started working for Isobel. Vampires don't fall in love. They are not designed to love but when they do it's permanent. Even love was a curse for them. Kol slowly found himself falling for the dark haired girl. Davina wasn't very comfortable with the Mating Blood bond. She wanted to wait. Kol had agreed since he never wanted to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. Her brother might be a dick but he never disrespected women. Especially the woman he was in love with.
His vampire nature wasn't too well mannered. His demon wanted to claim the woman he was in love with. Her blood tempted him. He wanted to drink her blood. He wanted to mark her as his. And not doing that tortured him. Fighting his demon urges pained him.
Elena noticed his eyes go red. He pushed her away. She flew toward the wall. Kol vamped out, snarling at her. "Ooh! Fuck," Elena cursed as he took a step toward her. There was no stopping him now. The demon was out. He couldn't be controlled. He wanted his mate and he wouldn't stop until he got her. "Why do I always get stuck with them when they are in their I-want-my-mate phase?" She squeaked as she dashed to the other side of the room.
She took out her phone and called Rebekah. Her older sister was always the one she called whenever she was in trouble. "I am not talking to you," Rebekah said as soon as she picked up.
"Kol is on a rampage. I need help," she shouted as she dodged another attack from Kol.
"Son of…keep him busy. I am coming. Don't let him out of the house," Rebekah ordered.
"I will try," she said.
She noticed Kol sniffing. Like a bullet he dashed toward his room, opening the closet, he pulled out some of his girlfriend's dresses and inhaled her scent on them. Elena followed him. He snarled at Elena to keep her from coming closer.
"Really, Bro?" she said, as her eyebrows rose.
She had been through the exact same when Klaus went on a rampage. Caroline and Klaus had decided to perform the blood bond after Caroline's dream human wedding. She was in her apartment discussing wedding preparations with newly turned Caroline when Klaus broke in with Kol, Rebekah, and Michael, following him. They tried to fight him off until Caroline herself suggested that she could go through the blood bond before the wedding. Apparently, he couldn't hold on any longer and had snapped. Caroline, however, pissed she was, allowed him to perform the mating bond. Things couldn't always go the way she wanted.
The situation with Davina was different since she wasn't willing to perform the bond. Not that Elena blamed her. Who would want someone prying into your mind and having access to your emotions, no matter how loving or amazingly understanding your mate is.
"Get a hold of yourself," she ordered her brother. He shook his head and attacked her but she dashed away at the last second.
"KOL," she warned him holding a table in front of him. "Stay back or I will have to hurt you," she warned.
Kol face went back to normal. "Honey? What are you doing here?" he asked, perplexed. "When did you come?" he asked. "And why are you holding my table?" he added.
"I…Oh! Thank God! You're back," She sighed in relief as she threw the table back.
"Hey! That was antique. I stole it from the king of Egypt back in the middle ages," Kol shouted in rage and then he stilled as he noticed the clothes in his hand. "Ohh…No…Don't," she tried to warn him but Kol's face scrunched up in pain and then his eyes reddened again. He vamped out. Elena dashed away from him and locked the room behind him. She could hear him growl. She knew the door wasn't going to last long. "BECKY! Hurry up," she shouted. Where were her siblings when she needed them most?
Her phone started buzzing when she tried to hold the door so Kol wouldn't open it. She sneaked her other hand into her jeans pocket and pulled out her phone. She answered, without looking who was calling.
"Hello?"
"Hey," A velvety voice greeted.
"Who is this?"
"Your knight in shining armor."
"Damon?" she whispered as she tried to keep the door from opening. She could hear Kol growling as he attempted to pull the door open.
"The one and only," he replied, smugly.
"This is not a good time," she said, harshly.
"I know. With us being so far from each other. But, tomorrow I will definitely give you a good time," he replied.
"Why did you call?" she asked, holding the door tightly while her brother struggled to open it.
"I just wanted to ask, have you ever been fishing before?" he asked.
"No…why?"
"Because I think we should hook up…Get it?" he replied, chuckling.
"You're pathetic," she replied, hissing. She was about to hang up when-
"Okay. Okay. Don't hang up! You weren't replying to messages. I just wanted to check if you were okay," he said genuinely worried.
"I gotta go…" she replied.
"Is everything okay? I am hearing weird voices. Where are you?" he demanded.
"Everything is fine. I am okay. Stop annoying me," she replied as she hung up. As soon as she stuffed the phone back in her back pocket, she heard a loud crack. "It's okay. I snapped his neck," She heard Rebekah's voice. Elena let go of the door's handle. Rebekah opened the door. Kol was lying on the ground.
"I called Nick. He is on his way," Rebekah said as she picked Kol up and carried him to the basement.
"Let's lock him up in the basement until the Smiths give us the green signal," she added as she threw him the cellar and locked the door behind.
"What green signal?"
"They will be hiding Davina," she managed to say. She knew Rebekah didn't like it. But Kol had made all of them promise to help Davina escape once he couldn't control himself.
"When do you think will Davina be ready?" Elena asked her.
"I don't know but I hope it's soon," Rebekah replied.
"I managed to sneak up on him from the window. I could hear his growls. You were talking to someone?" Rebekah asked.
"Oh…Umm…Just a friend back from college," Elena lied.
Rebekah took out her cell and texted her mate. "You're lucky I didn't go with Marcel to Georgia today…"
Elena smiled, nodding.
"It's him…wait here," Rebekah said beaming as she picked up the call.
Klaus and Caroline were there within minutes after Rebekah arrived. "We have good news. Davina agreed to perform the bond. She and the Smiths are on their way back to town as we speak," Klaus said as he came back to the living room where his two sisters and wife was sitting.
"Oooh! That's great news, Love," Caroline replied, beaming.
"All thanks to this beautiful lady over here who managed to convince her that the Blood bond isn't that bad," Klaus said holding his wife's hand and pulling her close to him.
Caroline had called Davina and explained the bond to her. She had told Davina that it wasn't that difficult to be in a blood bond. Davina took her word for it because Caroline was freshly experiencing the blood bond.
"Great! Bimbo saves the day," Rebekah muttered sipping blood from her glass.
Elena nudged Rebekah. "Not now," she whispered.
Caroline glared at Rebekah but Klaus held her hand. "It's not worth it," he almost pleaded. Caroline pulled away her hand but nodded.
The door busted open and Elijah Smith entered with Davina following him.
"Good Evening," he greeted everyone. "Where is he?" Davina asked, concerned.
"Down in the cellar," Rebekah replied, instantly. "Thank you so much for doing this, Davina," she added.
"Didn't say that to me when I did it…Bitch," Caroline muttered under her breath.
"What?" Rebekah snapped at her.
"You heard me," Caroline replied.
"Oh, I heard you. I just don't care," Rebekah replied.
"Girls! Enough," Klaus barked. "We have an important issue to deal with right now," Klaus added.
"She started it," Rebekah pointed out.
"I don't care who started it but you're gonna end it NOW," Klaus roared. Rebekah nodded and looked away while Caroline smirked smugly.
"Let's go," he ordered.
"They have been in there for an hour now," Rebekah muttered.
"It's going to take awhile for him to calm down," Klaus replied.
"I'm gonna head home now," Elena muttered as she got up.
Klaus nodded. "Let me drop you at home."
"You should stay here and keep an eye on things. How about I drop Honey home?" Elijah interfered.
Klaus narrowed his eyes but then nodded. He was okay with Elijah. As long as Elijah stuck to the plan. "But I came here in my car," Elena reminded them.
"I will have someone drop it off," Klaus added.
Elena shook her head. Her brother must really like this guy if he was allowing him to drop her off. And why wouldn't he? Elijah was perfect. He was smart. He was strong and he worshipped the ground her brother walked on. He belonged to a strong clan. Alliance with strong families was always beneficial. Rebekah winked at her as she made a move to leave.
Elena was excited about her date today. She and Elijah had an interesting conversation on their way back home. He had told her that he planned to take her to a very famous and expensive restaurant in the town a little farther from Mystic Falls.
Damon had also called her today. She didn't bother to pick up. She was firm on her plan of ignoring him. He didn't quite give up. He sent her a text telling her to show up at a restaurant near the clock tower of Ripper's side of Mystic Falls. She laughed at the idea of going out with a Ripper and not just any Ripper, the chief of Rippers and that too on the Ripper's side of Mystic Falls. If her brother ever found out about this he would probably have a stroke.
And it wasn't like he was serious. He just wanted to play with her. She wasn't something to play with. She refused to be anyone's plaything. With Elijah, she had a future. He promised to help her get out of Mystic Falls. He even promised to talk to Klaus regarding her grad school.
She styled her hair so now it was flowing straight down her waist like a waterfall. Finishing last touches on her makeup, She extended the end of a light, red gloss and glided it over her lips, when her bell rang. "Wait up," she shouted as she zoomed to the door. She opened the door.
There he stood, Elijah Smith in all his glory. He was wearing his formal suit. She would have thought it was weird but she had never seen him wear anything other than suits. He was holding a bouquet of roses. His eyes scanned her appreciatively. "Hey," she greeted him.
"You look…amazing," he gasped and she laughed. "Please come in…Give me five minutes," she said as she walked back to the dresser of her room, with him hot on her heels.
"My room is a mess…" she said, embarrassed.
"It's okay…" he replied.
She stood in front of the dresser as she puckered her lips and applied lip gloss. He looked in a dazed state.
She had chosen to wear a red dress with a lovely sweetheart neckline, thin waistline and the skirt flared out from the hips and fell to just below the knees, showing her long tan legs. The skirt would twirl every time she turned, she paired her dress up with red wedges.
She turned around beaming at him.
"I don't think I will ever get tired of this sight," he breathed and she chuckled.
"You are absolute, amazingly gorgeous," He added.
"Stop with the compliments," Elena said, smiling and looking away.
"Shall we go?"
"Let's go."
She stood him up. Elena Gilbert stood him up, the chief of Rippers, Damon Salvatore. It's been an hour. His first hint should have been her no response to his texts. His second hint should have been the fact that her mum said she wasn't home so he shouldn't come and pick her up. But, like a complete idiot, he still hoped she would show up. After all, she did agree. Then again, he practically forced her to go out with him.
But in no way was he giving up. She used to come in his dreams for two years. Surely, that meant something. Bonnie said those were visions not dreams. They had some connection. They had a spark no matter how much she fought it. They had something.
She had so much fire in her. He liked that. He was used to getting everything so easy. Getting her attention was difficult and challenging. He would need to bring his A-game. She was genuine. She wasn't fake like the women he had been with before. He liked her for that.
This was fate. She was sent by fate to him. But right now, he was getting over his embarrassment of getting stood up. Because this was his first time. After sending a rather threatening voicemail to her that this wasn't the end of them and he would be showing up at her house tomorrow for a rearrangement of their date if she didn't want any serious trouble, he made his way to his favorite bar that was in the town Murkwell, a town a little further from Mystic Falls.
The dim lights of the bar welcomed him. He thought about finding a snack after he tried drinking himself into a stupor. Not that it would affect him. He was a vampire after all. It took a lot for a vampire to get drunk.
He sat next to a blonde who started flirting with him immediately. She was attractive. But she was easy. It wasn't the same. She wasn't snarky and she didn't roll her eyes every three seconds. She didn't tuck her hair back in frustration every other second. She didn't make him go blank with her smartass comebacks. She was dumb as a rock. She couldn't handle a man like him. That's when he saw a girl in a red dress. "You've got to be kidding me," he nearly growled.
"I don't like to dance, Honey," he heard the man near her say in embarrassment. "To be honest, I don't even know how to dance," he added.
The man was calling her "Honey". He gritted his teeth. But her mum said that she was single. "And I love to dance. However, will this work?" Elena said dramatically and Damon herd the man chuckle.
"It's only a first date…We still have a long way to go," the guy answered.
Damon couldn't exactly see the man. His back was to him. He was wearing a suit. Who wears a suit to a first date? And he didn't know how to dance? Was he from the time of dinosaurs or something?
" She stood ME up for THAT," he spat. Now, he felt even more insulted.
"What?" the girl asked.
"Nothing," he snapped at her as he slammed his glass on the counter.
"I will go get us some drinks" he heard her date say to Elena. She nodded. Once, the guy was out of sight. She sat on a stool with a cold sigh. She sat with one leg cross over the other giving him a good view of her beautiful sun-kissed tan legs. She seemed so down.
"Hello Miss Who stood me up!" he greeted in her ear, standing behind her. She flinched, turning to face him.
"Damon?"
"Oh! You remember me. Then you must also remember that you were supposed to meet me three hours ago at the Mystic Grill," he hissed. "And now you're ignoring me," he said when she looked away as if he didn't exist.
"At least have the decency to apologize. You can't keep ignoring me like this," he added.
"Of course I can, I will ignore you so hard you will start to doubt your own existence," She replied, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"What's so good in that guy? What does he have that I don't? I mean he is wearing a suit and he is still looking like a potato," he commented and Elena had tried to bite her lip to stifle a chuckle but failed.
"Seriously…why him?" he tried to keep his tone light but a little bit of hurt and sadness seeped into his tone. The blues in his eyes mesmerized her. For a second, she couldn't find the ability to look away. The loud beat of the music snapped her out of her daze.
"That's my business. And my business isn't your business. Unless you're my thong, don't be up my ass," she replied rather harshly.
He let out a frustrated sigh.
"Now! Will you leave me alone?"
"Not a chance…I would like to meet Mr. Potato who doesn't even know how to dance" he said sitting next to her.
"You're being a jerk," she hissed.
"Thanks for noticing," he retorted.
"You're an asshole," she hissed again.
"It takes one to know one," he replied, smirking and he heard her gasp.
"Fuck you," she seethed.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he replied.
"That's it I am leaving," she said as she got up.
"For how long?" he asked, amused.
"Forever," she replied.
"Wait! Let me get my bags too," he added and she snarled. She was fuming now. He chuckled, seeing her flushed face and heaving chest.
"Okay! Okay…Truce…Let's just have a civil talk," he said holding her wrist. She yanked her wrist away and made her way out of the bar. She could hear him calling after her as she sped up but still not using her vampire speed. She knew Elijah would be looking for her but at this point, she just needed to get away from him. She found herself on the backside of the bar. It was an empty alley. If she wasn't a vampire she would have never taken this way out.
"Leave me alone,"
"Not a chance," he replied.
Great. It was raining. She looked up at the dark sky. The light droplets fell on her hair. He zoomed in front of her before she could escape.
"I will forgive you for not showing up if you kiss me," he bargained.
She looked at him as if he was crazy. Her nostrils flared in anger. "Kiss my ass," she spat.
"That's even better…I must warn you my ass eating game is mind-blowing," he replied, smirking.
That did it. She clenched her knuckles. She had to remind herself that the disgusting vile man in front of her was actually a century and half old vampire who could snap her neck faster than a click of his fingers and in no way would hitting him be appropriate.
"You're disgusting," she growled.
"I know," he replied, grinning.
"Honestly, I am gonna pretend like you don't even exist," she said shaking her head at his crudeness.
"So…What about that kiss?" he asked nudging her and she gritted her teeth.
"I am not gonna kiss you, like ever," she said.
"That must mean you're a bad kisser. Well, let me tell you what I'm going to do. I'll give you one practice hot French kiss, but if you can't learn it after two tries, then you're out. I'm sorry Baby Vamp but a guy's gotta have his standards. Okay?" he asked and he heard a growl.
"You think you are God's gift to women, right?"
"Of course not…I am God's gift to the entire human race…oops…vampire race…Whatever," he retorted.
"What do you want from me? Why are you annoying me so much? What did I do to you?" she asked in a desperate rage.
"What did you do to me? You're ruining me. I can't stop thinking about you. You have been on my mind the minute I left you at your house. I…I wanna talk to you. I wanna spend time with you. I wanna know you and that never happened to me before. And it doesn't help that you keep pushing me away. Because you fighting me back turns me on even more," He shouted. He was glad that there was no one around.
She looked puzzled then she smirked. "Nice try…Let me tell you something. This line may have worked on all your other conquests but it's not going to work on me. I know what guys like you really want. You better give up because I refuse to be a plaything for anyone…Least of all you," she retorted.
He clenched his jaw. She wasn't going to give up easily. It would take more than screaming confessions to get her.
"It's not real…whatever you say isn't real," she muttered more to herself then him. With a determined look, he made a grab for both of her wrists. She looked up at him, alarmed. Using his vampire speed, he pushed her against the brick wall of the bar. Her wrists pinned against the wall. "Wha…What are you doing? Let go of me" she whispered. It sounded more like a plea. His eyes darted to hers.
She noticed his eyes darken. His lips drawing close to hers. Her eyes danced from his lips to his eyes.
"One more word and I will kiss you," he warned.
"You…" her words died in her mouth when his lips pressed against hers. He kissed her firmly, begging her silently to open for him. She felt a current through her body. She didn't know what took over her. She just knew that she had to kiss him back. Her lips moved in sync with his with as much fervor. He chose the moment to deepen the kiss. He pressed himself against her, his body molding perfectly with hers.
She was perfect. She was sunshine, rain, life, and home. Every thought escaped his mind when he heard her moan. He kissed her eagerly, wanting to hear more of her moans. He let go of her hands sure now that she wouldn't escape. She wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him closer, kissing him fiercely.
For Elena, it just felt right. This was what felt missing all along. She felt his hands slid down her back to her hips, pushing her closer to him. He couldn't seem to get enough. He pressed her tightly against him as his lips traveled from her lips to her cheeks to assaulting her neck.
This is heaven. He thought. She was heaven. She sure felt like it. He thought as his lips traveled back to her lips, reclaiming them. He purred when he felt her fingers running through his hair.
"You're amazing… You're heaven. You're perfect. Every part of you…"he said against her mouth as he bit her lower lip. She moaned as she kissed him back eagerly. His ears picked up a sound of someone rushing to the back door. He didn't bother to pull back and instead dove in for another kiss as he pressed himself against her more firmly.
The door opened with a loud bang and Elena heard a sharp intake of breath. That's when she snapped out of her daze. She tore away her lips from his even though he hissed in disapproval and nipped to recapture her lips but she moved away at the last second. She pushed him off her slightly as she looked at the person who just came out of the bar.
She gulped audibly as she saw Elijah standing there, shocked. "Hey there…" Damon greeted him. "Do you mind?" he practically seethed, annoyed by the interruption. Apparently, he didn't know who Elijah was.
"Let's go, Elena," Elijah said almost seething.
"Oooh…that's Mr. Potato," he said, biting his lower lip in childish glee as if he just got caught stealing a cookie.
She pushed him off her and he chuckled.
"Call me, Elena," he said, playfully looking at Elijah who looked like someone just robbed him and in a way, he did. But he didn't feel even a bit guilty. The guy stole his date. He deserved it. He felt a bit upset that she was going back to him. "Or at least pick up my calls," Damon added.
She looked back at him as if he was something repulsive. He waved at her playfully. "And I want another date but this time, do show up," he shouted even though he knew she could hear it fine if he even whispered. She was a vampire after all.
The guy in the back, however, didn't appreciate his propositions. He rushed to Elena and held her hand. "Let's go," he said before he dragged her with him. He watched as she left with her "date". Didn't matter though. He doubted her date would ever want to take her out again. However, it still stung that she didn't look back even once.
Elena thanked God that Elijah didn't know who Damon was and nor did Damon knew who Elijah was. She had been shaking in fear the whole time. Elijah was older and stronger than Damon and Damon was all alone. She would have been safe but it wasn't her safety she was thinking about. She hated to admit it but she didn't want Elijah to hurt him either.
Elijah had been silent the whole way as he raced the car back to Mystic Falls. She hit her head with the palm of her hand as she looked out the window. What kind of a woman would make out with her family's biggest enemy when she was on a date with her family's biggest ally? She had hurt him. This was so wrong.
"Elijah…I…"
"Not now, Elena" he managed to choke out.
"Look…I…" she stammered.
"Who was he?"
"Someone who doesn't matter," Elena replied.
"Then why was he eating your face?" he said seething with anger and jealousy.
"It was the heat of the moment. I know that I am the worst person in the world. I shouldn't have done that. I was actually trying to get away from him…I don't know what came over me…I am really sorry Elijah," she said biting her lower lip.
"Who was he?"
"A…A guy back from college," she lied through her teeth.
"Do you like him?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"NO…" she replied immediately.
"Okay…" he said, biting his lower lip.
"Elijah, It didn't mean anything. I hate that guy," she said.
"You have a funny way of showing it," he mumbled in his mouth.
"I am sorry, Elijah. I know that what I did was unforgivable. I will understand if you never wanna see me again," she said as the car stopped.
"Look, Elena. I am not gonna lie and say that I am okay with what you did. You were on a date with ME and I go for five minutes and after that I find you in the back alley with a guy practically eating your face. I LIKE you a lot. And this doesn't sit well with me," he continued.
"But…I will get over it soon. I just need some time," he added.
"I understand," Elena nodded.
"Let me drop you at your door," he added as he zoomed to the other side of the car and opened the door for her. She jumped out of the car. "I am sorry," she whispered once again when they reached the door.
He pressed his lips and tried to smile. He bent and kissed her forehead. "I will see you soon, take care," he whispered before spinning around and leaving.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed. It was him. The devil himself. This man was going to be the death of her.
"You shouldn't have kissed me?" she growled as soon as she picked up.
"Well! If you weren't such a ravishing Goddess, I'd be able to control myself better," Damon replied in a husky tone.
She felt as if her dead heart skipped a beat.
"Elena, I need to tell you something," he whispered, sounding nervous.
"What?" she barked.
"It was real. Everything I said was real," she heard him sigh.
"Damon, Listen to me once and for all. You and I, can't happen. We are a mistake. We are disastrous. We are catastrophic, We are…"
"Made for each other…" he completed, chuckling.
She groaned in frustration.
"Tell me you didn't feel it when we were kissing?" he added, a bit later.
"Feel what?"
"There is something going on between us and you know it," he said, determined.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said shaking her head as she kicked off her heels.
"Not admitting feelings for me. So cliché…" he mocked.
"I am not admitting any feelings because there aren't any feelings" she replied, as she went to the washroom.
There was a long pause at the other end of the line. She almost thought that he hung up on her.
"But I do. I have feelings for you. I don't know what they are but all I know is that I want to be around you. I have never felt like this before. You make me go jello in the legs. You make me happy. A lot. You make me feel alive. You're smart and unique and I am not gonna hide that I am attracted to you. I am serious about this. About us. Give me a chance?" he said in a serious and genuine tone.
"How can you have feelings for me? You barely know me?" Elena replied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Then let me know you. Let's go out tomorrow. I promise I will be on my best behavior," he added, almost pleading.
She bit her lower lip. She would never admit it but she wanted to say yes. But she couldn't. They were enemies. He didn't know that and she did. It was wrong to lead him on when there was no future.
"Elena?" he said.
"How many girls fell for that?" she said sweetly, putting venom in her voice.
She heard him snarl. "Really? Elena, I just poured my heart out to you," he said, frustrated by her behavior.
"I don't buy it…I know what guys like you are capable of," she replied huffing. She heard him take a deep breath.
"I am asking you one last time. Go out with me," he asked.
"I no longer do things that make me want to kill myself," She replied, smugly.
"Is that a no?" he asked.
"Do I have to spell it out for you," she replied, enjoying his irritation.
"Okay…" he replied taking a deep breath.
"Does that mean you will leave me alone now?" she asked, excited.
She heard him chuckle, darkly.
"No…that means no more Mr. Nice Guy. That means you are gonna meet the real Damon Salvatore now…you better remember that name because you are gonna be shouting that name pretty soon," he replied in a dark yet playful tone.
"HA... In your dreams"
"Baby Vamp! You messed with the wrong vampire. I am gonna make sure you know who you belong to. Elena Gilbert, you're mine now," She heard him whisper. Chills ran down her spine. Something wasn't right.
"Whatever," she replied. "You know I would love to stay and chat but I have better things to do," she added.
"Do you know that your brother Jeremy sucks at baseball?" he said before she could hang up.
"What?" she said, alert now.
"Show up tomorrow at six near the café close to your house or your brother and your mum become my guests. Then you will have to show up at my house to take them back."
"What kind of sick jerk are you?" she growled.
"The kind of who is crazy about you," he replied, chuckling.
"Damon, you wouldn't dare!"
"Try me," he replied.
"Not one minute late, Elena," he warned.
"Damon…you can't do this."
"Baby Vamp, you have no idea what I am capable of," he replied darkly.
"BTW…do you know that red is my new favorite color. You looked stunning, today. However, I want you to wear black for me. Something lacy…" she heard him continue.
"Damon…I can't come tomorrow," she said desperately.
"I am sure you will figure a way out."
"Damon…please."
"You will be saying that a lot from tomorrow onwards," he replied.
"I fucking hate you," she finally snapped.
"You hate me…sounds like the beginning of a love story. Not the end," he replied.
For a moment Elena was speechless.
"That's it. I have had enough of your shit for a day. I hope you die a slow and painful death. Goodnight," she hissed as she hung up.
"This man is infuriating as hell," she shouted to no one. She changed into her PJs and dropped on her bed. Her phone buzzed again.
"Goodnight, Baby Vamp-Fuckhead."
Fuckhead was the name she had assigned to Damon's contact number. She groaned and threw her phone away.
She would never admit it but she was attracted to him. He didn't treat her like a porcelain doll like everyone in her brother's clan did. He pushed her to her limits. He was right. There was a spark between them. And she would never in a million years admit it but the man was attractive as hell.
Her fingers lingered on her lips. She groaned in frustration. How could their argument turn into a makeout session? He was enemy. He wanted her brother dead. How could she backstab her brother like that? And now she had to trick her family again tomorrow to meet him. And she had no idea how would she manage to do that. Brushing her thoughts away, she closed her eyes and let sleep take over her.
"Wow!" Bonnie complemented his latest sketch of the doe-eyed vampire.
"She was wearing red, yesterday. She looked mesmerizing," he added as he drew the outline of her dress.
"So, how was your date?" Bonnie asked.
"I got stood up," he replied and could hear everyone in the room chuckle. "Yet, I managed to make out with her…" he added.
He could hear everyone curse.
"Yeah…that's right. I am the alpha male here," he said, proudly.
"Anyway, What happened to the guy that attacked Mason?" he asked.
"We still couldn't track him…" Stefan replied.
"Can't Bonnie do some locator spell or something?" he asked.
"I would need his essence for that," Bonnie replied.
"I think he is teaming up with that sick mixed breed asshole Klaus against us," Enzo commented.
"Did Alaric confirm that?" Damon asked.
"No…that's just what I think," Enzo replied.
"Call Rick and tell him to look into this matter. And tighten the security of the wolf clan," he said as he finished his sketch. "Nice," Stefan commented over his shoulder.
"What time is it?"
"About five thirty," Bonnie said.
"Excuse me, Ladies and Gentlemen! I need to go…I have a date," he said as he got up, admiring his sketch.
"Why bother? If she didn't show up yesterday, she won't show up today either," Enzo called after him.
"Ohh! She will show up. I made sure of that," he said, smirking.
"Why are you bothering her, Damon? She clearly doesn't like you," Stefan said, irritated.
"That's exactly why I like her," he replied before he zoomed to his room.
Caroline stood still, shell-shocked after Elena filled her in about events that happened last night. "Now he demands that I go out with him or he will kidnap Jenna and Jeremy," Elena completed.
"He is just saying that. I am sure he won't do that," Caroline said, shaking her head.
"I am not risking it. It's my fault they are in trouble. I took him to their house," Elena said, pushing her hair back. "And it's not like I am giving that infuriating dick any mixed signals. I told him over and over again that I am not interested," Elena said as she was pacing around the room.
"I don't know, kissing him in the back alley of bar seems kinda like you are interested"
"It was a mistake. I slipped. Anyone would. He has got those…those fuck me eyes," Elena said, irritated."I lost control."
"This is your fault," Elena snapped at Caroline. "If he finds out about me I am screwed and if Nick finds out about my visit to their side of Mystic Falls, I am screwed," Caroline said.
"I am screwed either way," Elena added. "You have to help me. I just have half an hour."
"What can I do?" Caroline said, desperately.
"I am going to meet him. You will have to cover for me. Make sure no one finds out I left," Elena said as she rushed to her closet. She picked up a sleeveless black tank top.
"You're seriously not considering going out with him," Caroline said, horrified.
"I don't have a choice," she muttered as she zoomed to the washroom. She started to change.
"What…I…Nick will kill you," Caroline managed to choke out.
"He won't even know since you will be keeping him busy. I will be back by ten. Hopefully, I will manage to convince that…that Ripper that I am not interested in him," she said as she pulled on her skinny jeans. In no way was she giving Damon the satisfaction that she bothered to get ready for him.
"No…NO FUCKING WAY…I am so not going to help you. Nick will murder me if he ever finds out that I allowed you to go out with a Ripper…No…No way," she said in a determined tone.
"Listen to me, Caroline. It's your fault I am in this mess in the first place. If you don't do what I say then Damon will find out that I am from Original clan. They hate us. He will surely start a war with my brother. And every vampire clan will support him since it was us who broke the treaty. He shouldn't find out and neither should Nick," Elena snarled. "I am just fixing the mess that you made," she added.
"Honey…Don't make me do this," Caroline looked like she was about to cry.
"I don't have a choice," she said as she started doing her makeup.
"How am I supposed to keep him busy?"
"You will figure it out," she replied as she took out her car keys.
Fifteen minutes late. Damon still decided to wait. She had to show up. She couldn't just leave him hanging over here. He ordered another drink as he waited. Five more minutes passed. He called her again. She didn't pick up. "Got stood up again," he whispered to himself, almost chuckling. He had no idea why she didn't like him. He was hoping to change her views on him today. He wanted to show her that he was serious about this. About them.
Just when he was about to send her a text again, he noticed her rush out of her car. Pushing her silky straight hair back, she pulled open the glass door and entered.
A smile crept across his face as soon as he spotted her. She came. He mentally cheered. She was here.
Her eyes scanned for him frantically and sighed in relief as soon as she spotted him. He waved at her and he noticed her eyes roll. She walked like a graceful queen toward him. Her glossy long silky hair swishing as she took each step.
He couldn't help but feel disappointed that she didn't get ready for him like she did for her date yesterday. She was wearing a black sleeveless top and skinny jeans. She owned the look though. He feels his dead heart race as she stepped closer to him.
He never felt so nervous. This was his one chance to get in her good books. Brushing a strand of her hair from her face, she pretended to look away and ignore his intense gaze as she approached him. He felt weak in the knees. He was a mess. He was sure she didn't even know the deep effect she had on him. How could a five-year-old vampire make him nervous and vulnerable? And It wasn't like he lacked any confidence he knew he was a charismatic person but he just never felt this way about any girl and honestly, it was scary how he just flat out melted whenever he saw her. It was like his brain turned into mushy heaven when she was around.
And her eyes. God! Her eyes were breathtaking. He was obsessed with them. The way they held all raw emotions. Honest raw emotions. And her lips were so soft. Kissing them gave him sensations that were so delicious, so foreign, he simply savored them. He had replayed their make-out moments in his mind over and over again since yesterday. She made him feel so human. He snapped out of his thoughts when she coughed loudly.
She stood in front of him.
"Ohh…sorry," he said as he got up and pulled out the chair for her. She sat on the chair with grace and indifference to him. This was it. His one chance to blow her mind. He was going to make sure she had the best time of her life.
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