AN: I dunno guys, I feel kinda iffy about this chapter. But oh well, here it is. On a different- well sort of- the TVD mid season finale is tomorrow. God help us all! We'll all die before the hiatus is finished.
Again, I'm not sure about this chapter. It felt I dunno weird and quick. But you guys want it so here it is.
Thank you again for everything.
Keep on running farther, faster
Keep on searching for this haunting has an answer
And I know you will find me, in orbit
For I am breathing only for this.
For you only
For You Only - Trading Yesterday
Elena's POV
I lay on the bed, waiting for Stefan to return. My mind working over every possible way that I could get Stefan's phone without him suspecting anything. My head ached. I had decided on a plane, but a little betrayal was necessary. I would make Stefan trust me and think that I loved him, and then I would find an opening and make my move. I would be with Damon soon, I hoped. I lay there musing over my plan until I could hear keys jingling in the lock. Stefan walked in shaking the rain off of him. His arms were loaded with paper bags, food, I guessed. He sat them down on the table and then began unpacking them. "Oh, Chinese food," I grinned catching the scent of Orange Chicken, "my favorite." My mouth watered as he began placing the food on the table. Suddenly, I was ravenous. I leaped from the bed and walked behind Stefan, wrapping my arms around him. It felt sort of like cheating, I prayed that Damon would understand. It was vital for my plan to be a success.
"Stefan, it smells delicious." I nuzzled his back before letting him go to sit down at the table. I took the box from Stefan as he sat down. "I hoped that you would like it," he said while handing me a pair of chopsticks. I started to tear at the paper surrounding them until I realized that this was the opening that I had been waiting for. "Uh, Stefan," I said, innocently, "I don't know how to use these." I handed the chopsticks back to him. His head shot up and his eyes pierced my flesh. This Stefan was so horrifying. "Can you get me a fork or something?" I pleaded, putting on my best puppy dog eyes. I batted my lashes a few times because I knew what it did to him. It took longer than I expected, but he caved. He heaved himself from the chair and walked through the door.
I sat there until I was sure that he had gotten far enough away. I began searching everything. His suitcases, the desk drawers, and just about everything else that could hold a cell phone. "Not there," I said while looking through his jacket. I threw the jacket to the floor in frustration. I raked an agitated hand through my hair searching the room for anything that I may have forgotten. Realizing that I had searched through everything, I threw myself onto the bed covering my eyes. I scolded myself for the failed attempt. I lay there waiting for Stefan to find me. The silence lasted a few seconds until a loud ringing pierced my ears. I froze. Stefan's phone? I questioned. I knew that ring tone. It was his phone! Now I just had to find it. I tossed pillows and sheets across the room, practically destroying it. I picked up a small blanket sending it and another object into the floor. I fell to my knees, trembling as I answered the phone.
"Stefan, you better not have done anything to her or so help me God," the voice on the other end screamed. My heart fluttered and faltered at the sound of that voice. Tears flooded my eyes.
"Damon," I cried into the phone. I dropped to my knees and tears sprang from my eyes. It really was him. I thought about pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but realized that that was stupid.
"Elena," he whispered and I could hear his voice quake. I could hear muffled noises in the background, but I couldn't tell who it was. I was too happy. Damon shushed the noises and I could practically hear the smile on his face. "Oh my God, it's really you?" He sighed in relief and began yelling at someone 'It's Elena, its Elena', and then I heard cries and knew that he was with Bonnie. Of all people, she could find me, I knew it.
"Yeah, it's me. I miss you, Damon. I don't know where I am, but it's some type of motel or bed and breakfast. Stefan's killed someone," I said, my voice faltering. "He compelled me and I - I don't know how much time I have but," I squeaked. I heard footsteps coming towards the door and I froze. "Damon, please, I need you," I cried as Stefan walked through the door. I could feel the hatred rolling from him. Damon was yelling something, but I couldn't move my mouth or form words. Stefan was in front of me in a millisecond. I jumped back sucking in a deep breath; his predatory eyes never leaving mine.
"It's amazing what you can hear when you stop to listen," he said grabbing the phone from my hand. He cleared his throat before bringing the phone up to his ear. "I'm sorry, Damon, but it looks like Miss Elena is in need of punishment." He crushed the phone in his hand. I gasped covering my mouth to hold in the scream, my chest was heaving as I backed away from him. My eyes burned as tears broke through their barrier to rest on my eyelids.
"Stefan, please," I begged, the tears now streaming from my eyes. "I'm sorry," I pleaded. He roughly threw me onto the bed, straddling me. He pinned my wrists above my head and let out a terrifying chuckle. I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn't find my voice. My face now soaked in tears, I watched his eyes dilate and then my mind went blank.
"You love me," he said, forcefully. I nodded in confirmation.
"I love you," I repeated staring into his green eyes. All I could see were his beautiful eyes and damp brown hair. He smiled but it faded quickly.
"You hate Damon," he bit out. My mind was swimming with images of Damon killing people. He was a monster; I knew then that I hated him. Fresh tears fell from my eyes as I saw Damon kill my brother, feed off of Bonnie, and abuse Caroline. He had killed so many people and it was all to hurt me. He had hurt me in so many ways. He never cared for anyone's feeling; Damon didn't have feelings.
"I hate him," I hissed. Stefan nodded and then placed a bruising kiss on my lips. I kissed him back, violently. He pulled back, his eyes full of lust and passion; his lips were pink and swollen. My chest heaved as I tried to catch up with my wildly beating heart. He smiled and I could see his fangs peeking out from under his lip. He trailed his fingertips down my neck. I knew what he wanted. I nodded in submission. He grinned wolfishly as he moved my hair away from my neck. He drew his head back and plunged his fangs into my waiting veins, drinking deeply. I felt pain, but it was soon replaced with undoubted passion and pleasure. I gave him what he wanted until I was too tired to do move. He removed his fangs and licked the remaining blood from my neck. I scooted so he could nestle beside me. He nuzzled the back of my neck and kissed the healing wound on my neck. He hugged me tighter to him and somehow I knew this felt familiar, but it didn't seem like the right fit.
Damon's POV
I paced the floor of Bonnie's living room, thinking about what Stefan had said. Punishment, I thought, what did he mean by that? I had already destroyed my phone so there was no calling him back. Bonnie emerged from the kitchen with my liquor. She handed me a glass of bourbon before taking her seat on the couch. I drank it quickly the sat it down on the table beside the spell book. I cursed the witch for not helping me sooner. If she would've just let me in this would've never happened. I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. I groaned, feeling so – so… God, I was so stupid. I shouldn't even have left that day, then Stefan would've never have gotten her. I didn't protect her like I promised.
"Damon, you need to calm down," Bonnie calmed bringing me out of my self pity. She was sitting casually on her couch, flipping through pages in the spell book. I sat down next to her, dropping head into my hands. She scooted away from me. Great, I thought, even the help won't sit near me. "Listen, we know where they are, okay? We're going to find her. You just need to trust me and… loosen up a bit." I laughed at statement. My girlfriend had been kidnapped by my psycho brother who had tried to kill me and Bonnie and then compelled Elena to do whatever he wanted, and now she was being punished. God knows what that meant. How was I supposed to calm down? I rubbed my temples trying to soothe out the growing migraine.
"Where are they?" I bit out. I didn't care that I sounded like well… a vampire. She glared at me but I didn't back down. She rolled her eyes turning towards the book. She opened a drawer and pulled out a map, opening it.
"They are here," she said as she stabbed her finger at what seemed like the smallest town in the history of mankind. She closed the map. She picked up the book and map, walked to put them back on the shelf. Oh, no she's not getting out of this, I thought. I grabbed her hand and proceeded to drag her to my car. She fought me the entire way, but I needed her. Elena needed her.
"Bonnie, I need you," I pleaded with her when she wouldn't get in the car. "Elena needs you," I added, knowing then that she would give in. She did and got into the car. I ran to the other side, jumping in. I started the car, throwing on my seat belt. Bonnie fastened hers and pulled out her phone. I drove fast, dodging anything that got in my way. Bonnie began dialing numbers. Calling Elena, I hoped. The phone rang for ten minutes before she stabbed the 'end' button. They weren't answering and that fueled my need to find her and my desire to end Stefan.
Elena's POV
"Hello, my love," he whispered as he walked through the bedroom door. I was sprawled out under the covers, not fully awake yet. Looking at the clock, I realized that I had slept through an entire day. I rubbed my eyes and stretched. Finally latching my eyes on him, I noticed that he looked different. He was beautiful, there was no doubting that, but he didn't feel right. His hair was lighter and his eyes were darker, more pained than usual. He looked pale, almost sick looking. I realized that he mustn't have eaten in days. I sat up against the headboard and patted the space next to me. He glided across the room, his face not fully meeting the light. His pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it in the floor. He threw the covers back and slid in next to me. I rested my head on his chest and waited for a heartbeat to grace my ears. I knew that I wouldn't hear one, but I still listened. It gave me something to do besides thing about how wrong I felt. "Damon, this doesn't feel right," I whispered onto his skin. He stiffened and a growl started to build in his chest. "Elena," he said and his voice was different, too. It was deeper and had a darker edge to it. It wasn't the sweet voice that Damon saved just for me. "Elena, I thought we got past this," he scolded. I was confused now. Why was Damon being so difficult? "Damon is gone," he said, finally. I sat up in shock and stared at the face that was now visible in the light. Stefan? "Wha—what are you doing here, Stefan? Where's Damon?" The words jumped from my lips before I could feel the large lump forming in my throat. He sat up and gripped my shoulders. "Damon is gone, Elena, as in dead. I killed him, you know that. You were there. Let's not do this tonight. I'm starving." My hand flew to my mouth as I muffled my cry. Stefan rolled his eyes and got out of the bed, putting his shirt back on. How could this happen? Why would I stand by and watch Stefan kill Damon? I lo—love him. What? Did I just say that I love Damon? Tears stung my eyes. I buried my face into my pillow, crying until sleep took over.
My eyes opened slowly as I became aware of where I was. My eyes burned and felt puffy. I tried to roll over but the weight of the arm around me stopped me. Damon, I thought getting a little frustrated by his 'I'm the protector' grip on me. I grabbed the arm, pushing it off of me. I turned to give a good morning kiss. My mouth fell open and I screamed. Stefan's eyes popped open and his grip around me tightened. "What? What's wrong?" he asked as I continued screaming. I wriggled out of his iron grip and ran for the door. I jerked it open and ran for Stefan's car. Locking myself in, I searched frantically for the keys. I couldn't find them. I threw my head against the seat, hitting the steering wheel. Stefan ran out of the room and began pounding on my window. "Elena, unlock this door now," he yelled. I shook my head 'no'. An idea popped into my head. Being around Damon had its advantages. A couple of months ago, he had taught me how to hot-wire a car. Obviously I never told anyone, cause well… how would that make me look? I quickly got the car running and backed out of the parking lot. Stefan ran after me as I drove away. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I needed to get away from him. Please, I prayed, let me be safe. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small vervain flower that I had found in some of Stefan's things and gripped it to my heart. "Damon, I will find you," I vowed.
AN: Oh, Stefan, you fiend. Trying to compel her again, but luckily Elena can think on her feet. Oh and BTW this ^^^ up there, Elena doesn't know that she was actually dreaming about Damon getting killed. &Mr. Stefan is not in the best of moods right now and its kinda dampening my mood. Anyways, like I said, I was sort of iffy about this chapter. If you have any ideas or suggestions, then tell me in a review and I will take them into consideration.
Karma will be kind! xoxo Tiffany :D