Wow, this came a lot faster than I thought it would! Lucky you guys. Haha... I may not be able to update right away for the next few weeks. I have the ACTs tomorrow then three AP tests sprawled about so I'm taking those and all. If I get time, I'll try to update. Anyway, Katherine is in this chapter. I loved playing her. Also, Tyler makes an appearance- won't be the last. His appearance is hinting at Forwood on the side ;) But this is a Delena story! The only way we'll get stuff on Forwood is if Caroline tells Elena stuff. Enjoy! I really had fun writing this chapter.
The place was huge. It wasn't the Salvatore residence, she was sure of that—but she also knew that it wasn't just some place they rented. This was definitely their 'home.' When she walked in, Stefan's arms around her, she automatically began to search for Damon. She didn't even realize she was doing it until Caroline showed up with Aunt Jenna and arched a brow as to why she looked so distracted. Elena cursed at herself silently then decided to focus more on what was going on immediately around her.
"Elena, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Jenna grinned, hugging her niece.
Elena smiled in thanks, "Thanks, Jenna. You don't look too bad yourself, there." The smile grew into a grin.
"You never come over anymore, Elena." Jenna complained, giving her a look.
"You know I've been really busy with school… And work…" And Damon.
"You're going to make time." Jenna decided firmly, narrowing her eyes at Elena.
Elena laughed at her and nodded, "I will definitely make time. Promise."
"Good." She looked a little suspicious but seemed content for now.
Stefan then began to pull her along to greet people she had never seen before—nor did she care about ever getting to know, really. She just wanted to find Damon. Was he still going to even be there? She really hoped so. Otherwise, coming to this party was really a waste of time.
That's when she spotted him. At first glance, Elena's stomach leaped and she could feel a smile on her face but it didn't take her any longer than a split second to realize that there was a bodacious red head on his arm. The smile disappeared immediately and instead of feeling her stomach jump, it sank low. He was with someone else? No. Hell no. Elena felt anger course through her veins and she all but sprinted over to the pair and started to choke the woman that was clutching to him so possessively. But she had to control herself. Instead, she tensed up, taking a deep breath and tried to force herself to look somewhere else. It was hard to, though.
Damon looked good. Like really good. He had always stunned her with his looks—it was something that would never cease to amaze her no matter how many times she looked at him or no matter how long she stared at him for. And here Elena thought that Stefan looked good in a tux—boy, did Damon look delicious. The more aware she became of how attracted she was to him, the angrier she became at the woman at his side.
"Elena?" Hearing Stefan's voice zapped her back to reality and she quickly looked over at him, hoping none of her emotions were clear.
"Hmm?" She asked as calmly as she could.
"My dad's calling me over—I'll be back a in a few." He told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before walking off. Elena nodded and when she looked back at Damon, she found the he, the woman with him, and another man were laughing and talking. God, she hated the way the red head was holding his arm. She wanted to walk over there and yank her hands off of her man. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Her man? Damon was sure as hell not her man. What the hell was going through her head? She seriously needed to get a better control of her emotions.
And then, their eyes locked. She hadn't expected Damon to look over at her, much less stare right back at her. With those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
Damon had noticed Elena walk in the moment she stepped into this house—it was not the main house but it was the one his father usually used to host parties like these. He didn't walk over there because… Well, that would just be awkward. He and Elena for one, weren't even on speaking terms at the moment. Even if they were, walking over there when she was in Stefan's arms was definitely not a good idea. So he had watched her from afar, doing his best to pay attention to his date, Scarlett as well. But that was proving to be rather difficult with the way Elena looked.
She looked stunning to put it simply. The dress she wore hugged her curves so perfectly and the color looked delicious her olive skin tone. He could just imagine how much fun he would have taking it off of her. Fuck, he could feel himself growing hard just thinking about it. Her hair was down like it usually was but it was curled—giving it more volume and a bounce to it when she walked or even turned her head. If only he could run his hand through her silky hair… his fingers knotting into it as he pulled her… Stop. Stop right there. He attempted to contain his thoughts.
That moment that they both stared at each other was rather intense. They both were challenging the other to look away yet undressing each other with their eyes. It was rather interesting.
"Oooh, is that him? The one you're eye-fucking?" Caroline vaguely recalled the man that had taken Elena home the night she and Bonnie had dragged Elena out.
Elena gasped, breaking eye contact with Damon to look at Caroline, blushing furiously. "Yes." She admitted. "Stop looking at him, he'll notice." Elena hissed at her friend who began to snicker.
"He's really hot, Elena." She announced as if Elena hadn't already known that.
Elena rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I know."
Caroline smirked and opened her mouth to say something but someone tapped her shoulder. A tall, dark haired guy was standing there with a small smirk on his face. "Are you Caroline Forbes?" He asked.
She glanced at Elena with a confused look before turning back to this man with a smile (noticing that he too, was pretty hot). "That's me." She admitted. "And you know me… How?" She asked furrowing her brows together.
"I'm Tyler… Tyler Lockwood. Our mothers used to go to high school together." He grinned.
"Oh! Lockwood! As in Carol?" Caroline seemed excited.
Tyler nodded. "I was wondering… Did you want to dance?"
Caroline glanced at Elena apologetically but Elena only gave her an encouraging look.
"I'd love to!" Caroline beamed, taking his arm and walking off, leaving Elena alone.
Once her friend had left, Elena sighed and walked over to the bar, ordering a martini. She had started to sip on her drink when she saw that Damon was walking her way.
"You know, we really need to stop meeting around bars." He said, doing that eye thing of his that sent waves through her stomach.
"I'll take what I can get." Elena said simply, not sure if she was still mad at him for ignoring her and showing up with a date. "Where's your date?" She asked ruefully.
"Are we jealous now?" He teased, sitting down beside her. He was a little too close but Elena didn't mind. Instead, she leaned in, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
"I'll admit it if you admit it." She said, taking another sip of her martini.
"Then I guess you're not." He rolled his eyes.
God damnit, why did they both have to be so stubborn?
"You look beautiful tonight." Damon told her after it got silent.
Many people had told her that this evening—Stefan included—but for some reason, when he told her, she was blushing like crazy. "Thanks." She could swear her heart was beating like a drum.
"But you'd look even better naked." He smirked.
Elena gasped, "Damon!" She said and she playfully smacked his arm.
He snickered, pretending to look hurt. "It's the truth!" He held his hands up.
Elena laughed. "You're going to have to try a little harder than that for it to actually happen," She told him with a wink.
Did she seriously not realize what effect she had on him? That flirty response was an invitation for him and he was certainly not one to decline. "Challenge accepted." He growled seductively at her, leaning in.
Elena nearly kissed him when she realized that they were in public. "Damon!" She hissed, quickly pulling back and blushing.
"Hey, you told me I would have to work for it and I'm willing to work for it." He winked.
She rolled his eyes at him. "Oh, so now all of the sudden you want to get in my pants again. Yesterday, I was nothing to you." Her tone got a bit serious now.
His eyes darkened. "Nothing to me? I beg to differ." He said stubbornly.
"Then what was that? All the ignoring?"
"I… Just wasn't in the best mood after the run in with Stefan." He admitted. This was his way of telling her that he was, in fact, jealous. If she was going to try and get anything else out of it, she was going to hit a dead end.
Elena nodded, content with finally getting an answer. "Right… So you decided to go get yourself a new fuckbuddy." She could feel her temper rise again. Elena finished up her drink and started to get up. That was all she was to him anyway. Just another woman he had sex with.
This woman was hot then cold. There was never neutral for her was there? Damon was confused at how she went to flirty to wanting to get away from him. "Hey." Damon caught her arm and jerked her towards him. "She's just a distraction." They all were.
"What does that even mean?" Elena furrowed her brows together. "Is that what I am too?" She pulled out of his grip and stomped off.
Great. Just great.
"Elena? Have you seen Stefan? I want him to meet someone…" Stefan's father approached her with the question.
Elena furrowed her eyebrows together. "He isn't with you? He told me you were calling him and went off."
He shook his head. "I'm going to go look for him—if you find him, let him know that he needs to come find me."
Elena nodded at her and began a search of her own. This house was fairly big but everyone seemed to be mainly gathered on the main floor. She searched the floor but found no hint of her boyfriend so she decided to go upstairs. There weren't many people upstairs but there were a few—people who wanted private conversations or if they were a couple that just needed privacy.
"Stefan?" She called. "Stefan… Your dad's looking for y— Oh my god!" She had wandered further into the halls and found that Stefan had another woman pressed against the wall. His hands were all over her and his lips seemed like they were glued to her skin. Katherine. Elena felt sick. She needed to get out of there. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes already. In a way, she had already been sure that he was cheating on her again but seeing it like this a second time was horrible.
She immediately turned around and began to storm down the steps, the tears streaming down her cheeks, ignoring Stefan's calls.
She didn't care where she was going. She just needed some air. She reached was almost at the patio. Almost there. No one had stopped her so far. Then guess what? She ran right into Damon.
"Elena?" He was surprised and when he noticed the tears on her face, the surprise faded into concern and worry.
She began to brush passed him but he caught her hand. "Elena, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Let me go!" She cried, snatching her hand back as if his burned and she ran outside.
Damon almost followed her out but decided she would not be giving him answers right away. He looked in the direction that she was coming in to see an exasperated Stefan run down the stairs—his hair a mess, tie loosened, half of his shirt was pulled out of his pants while the other was tucked in. And right behind him came a Katherine Pierce—a full smirk on her face. Shit. Damon should've known.
Before he could stop himself, he marched up to Stefan and punched him. "What the fuck Damon?"
Katherine still seemed rather pleased that she was the cause of all this never ending drama.
"Me? You're the dick here. Cheating on Elena twice with the same bitch?" He growled.
At least Stefan had the decency to look guilty—but only for a second. "How are you and Elena so close? Trying to make a move on another one of my girlfriends?"
A lot of people had stopped their conversing to watch the ordeal happen before them.
"Well maybe if you kept her happy, she wouldn't have to come to me." Damon sneered.
"Oh, that's it." Stefan muttered and swung his fist at Damon's jaw but Damon caught his hand in mid-swing and kneed him in the stomach. "Don't ever try that again." He told him lowly before walking away. He didn't want his father and Stefan's dad to see what happened—he really didn't want to have to deal with that for the next few million years.
"You got sexier." A sickeningly familiar voice called and Damon could feel hands run across the back of his shoulders.
"Katherine." His voice was very monotone.
Damon had gone to the bar after the mini fight he had with Stefan and apparently, Katherine decided to pay him a visit. "Don't you think you've caused enough damage?" One more wrong move on her part and she would definitely be kicked out.
"Not nearly enough." She purred innocently. "I see you got close with Elena. Mmm… I would love for you to show me just how close."
"And I could show you… So much…" He whispered as she shuffled closer and closer, now standing between his legs, their lips inches apart.
"Then show me." She breathed, her hands resting on his shoulder.
"But you're a bitch." He shrugged with a smirk, pushing her back to her own seat.
She blinked, shocked. "I don't understand how you give Elena the time of day and not Katherine."
"Because Elena is not Katherine." He grinned, finishing his drink up then leaving her sitting there.
"Elena?" Damon found her at an empty corner of the large patio, hugging herself.
"Damon." Her tears had dried away but she still had a look of betrayal on her face. Before he could do anything, she ran into his arms—wanting his comfort.
Damon wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing her head. He realized that she was crying again. "Shh, it's okay." He whispered.
"I can't believe I was so stupid." She sobbed into his jacket.
"It's not your fault." He said, stroking her hair. "It's going to be okay.. I'm right here."
And somehow, those words comforted her.
And there you have it! Please review! Your reviews motivate me to write.