Chapter 6: No Regrets
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries, I just have an overactive imagination that features them fairly exclusively.
Sitting quietly in the corner, with Elena taking a shower, Damon sipped on a cheap, and distasteful, glass of bourbon. He remembered distinctly the last time he and she were locked up in a motel; and while it didn't end pleasantly, he replayed the highlights with fervor. Dusk would come within a few minutes, their guide would show up as demanded, and then he planned on taking Elena out on the town. Getting her liquored up, dancing, and just letting loose. He knew that he probably needed this as much as she did. He needed a night off from worrying about her state of mind, of worrying about how this was his fault, and when his Elena finally came back how much she would hate him. Sighing, Damon took another sip. The liquid made bitter by a sudden memory of his best friend, Alaric. He could almost hear Alaric's voice in his head, "Buddy, you messed up bad. But it isn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last. You know Elena, can't keep from forgiving you and giving you another chance; even when it would be better for her. Now get off your ass and make this right."
Damon smiled slightly. It would be something Alaric would say, and something that at one point, Damon might threaten to snap his neck for. Warning him to mind his own business, that she said it would always be Stefan, then offer to buy the next round. All in the same breath. That was what he missed most about the failed Vampire Hunter. That he could threaten to kill him, but as long as he didn't actually break his neck, or any bones, they could move on with the next drink. Alaric was the only one who he could stand being around when he was moody.
Well, he thought to himself with a smirk, I would usually add Elena to that statement. But I think things are a little too strained for her to deal with my moodiness.
Chuckling, he focuses back on his drink. Hearing the door to the bathroom creak open, Damon's drink drops to the floor with a soft thud, the liquid spilling out onto the floor. Elena steps out, her hair curled softly, draped over one shoulder. Her eyes are smudged with a soft green eye shadow, and bold black eyeliner. She is wearing a red lacy dress, with black highlights hugging the very edges of her body, cutting off mid-thigh. The dress has a sweetheart neckline, pressing her breasts up high enough to test Damon's very control. Swallowing harshly, Damon forces himself to look away, eyeing the discarded cup with a sneer.
"Cheap bourbon, wasn't too much of a waste I suppose. Could barely swallow it anyways."
"You seem to be ignoring the fact that you dropped it in the first place. What happened to the smooth stud who could look at a woman, no matter how hot, and ooze confidence?" Elena teased, strutting forward with her seven inch nude stilettos.
"What happened to the girl who didn't remind me so very much of a certain petrova?" Damon responded without missing a beat, leaning down to pick up the glass and set it on the end table. Holding a hand out, he grasp's Elena's as she offers it out. Spinning her once into his arms, he looks down at her, eyes playful but soft. "In any case, the boys out here don't stand a chance. You, my dear, are sex on a stick. They will be drooling as they whine at life unfairness. After all, look at the two of us, a very attractive couple if I do say so myself." He smiles that crooked smile of his.
"It is a bit unfair isn't it? A good thing we aren't technically a couple then, isn't it?" Elena says with a cool smile, kissing Damon's cheek. Then firmly detaching herself from his hold. "The busboy will be here soon. Should we snack on him before going, or sample the native delicacies?"
Eyes now glinting hard, Damon smirks," Save your appetite. There will be plenty of morsels to sample. And the more we take from without draining, the less likely you are to regret anything down the road."
"I thought we were past discussing that. I don't plan on regretting anything, because I don't plan on turning back on. Plus I thought we were taking a break from worrying about that, weren't you?"
Bowing slightly, Damon winks at Elena. "My apologies, it seems to have slipped my mind. In any case, I don't planned on being outed here in one of my favorite towns. So mind your manners." He moves to open the door, anticipating the busboy knocking on the door before the kid has the chance to. The startled boy jumped back, eyes wide. "Well come on in. Thank goodness you have arrived just in time to allow my dear over here a little snack. And I would like to stop calling you busboy, so what is your name."
"Kyle," the young man said as he walked over toward Elena. "Did you want a taste miss?"
"Mmm I love a boy with manners," Elena teased. Taking a hold of Kyle's wrist and biting down. The black veins snaking up toward her eyes. Damon loved when she looked like this, watching as ecstasy played out over her face, as she allowed herself to be a vampire without worry who was watching. Walking over, he moved to grab her waist, kissing the back of her neck.
"You are so beautiful Elena. You are perfect, just like this," he whispered into her hair, allowing for a small moment of unguarded affection. Elena played with her hips, pressing them against Damon. Then unlatched from Kyle's wrist. "Come now my dear, time for a little bit of fun. Kyle, please feel free to wash up your wrist while Elena and I have a short conversation." Nodding towards the bathroom, Damon turns Elena around in his arms. "Please behave here Elena, there are plenty of people who are more than willing to kill you if they realize what you are. And I feel bad enough about allowing you to terrorize yourself without emotions; I don't need your blood on my hands."
He holds her chin in his hands, eyes pleading. Elena stares at him for a moment, eyes hard before softening slightly. "I believe that we have done enough talking Damon. I agree to keep my other face out of the picture. We don't need to get into trouble on our vacation." She smiles at him prettily, obviously playing up her innocence for his approval.
Shaking his head, Damon kisses her forehead. Kyle walks out of the bathroom with a small bandage on his forearm. "Are you both ready to hit the bar?" He asks politely. There was something about his innocence that made Damon wince softly, something that he expected Elena to take full advantage of when she could. After all, she only learned from the best. Damon snuck a glance down a Elena, picturing the way he soft doe eyes would melt when meeting his, remembering the way they had lit with passion that one night. Elena shot a look up at him, eyes empty from everything but the expectations of a feast. Sharp, harsh; no longer the warm chocolate they once were, but instead infested with a predatory gleam that was foreign to him. At least upon her face it was.
"Let's go babe, can't keep everyone waiting. And tonight is all yours, do whatever you want, no rules. Tonight is your five minute break, tomorrow we can deal with the consequences and go from there. Understood?" Damon kept his face studiously impassive, letting her know that nothing she said was going to change this plan. His tone leaving no room for argument.
Elena nodded before winking at him. "Whatever you say, personally I think that tomorrow will just end up bringing a different kind of fun. Well boy, show us the way." She flicked her hand at Kyle, to which he responded with a slight bow of his head before moving mechanically outside. Arm wrapped around her shoulder, Damon pushed Elena forward slightly, taking the lead in this particular situation. No regrets, he whispered under his breath, willing it to be true.
A/N I would apologize again, however this is one time too many. I wont promise another date, but know that I am already working on the next chapter. Much Love, Marquis.