Well here we go! Another chapter- this one doesn't really answer all our questions, but it definitely is exciting ;) Don't let go
I've wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I've learned to love abuse
Please show me what I'm looking for.
-Show Me What I'm Looking For, Carolina Liar
Elena begrudgingly started making her way back to the Boarding House. She tried to imagine how to start the conversation that she had to have with Damon. How could she tell him that she was ready? Ready for a relationship, ready to dive into whatever it was that they had?
She could only picture his all-knowing smirk, no doubt teasing her about... all of it.
Ugh, of course I want your body, I want to touch you every minute of every day. I want to kiss you in front of everyone, claim you as mine. Make you spend your time with me, for as long as I wanted you.
She chuckled out loud dryly. Like that would go over well. She'd never hear the end of it.
Perhaps she should communicate her intentions... without words? Her eyebrow shot up, and she couldn't help but grow warm under the speculation that soon she would be caught up in all kinds of wordless acts. And maybe a few words thrown in too.
God, how embarrassing!
Her thoughts had apparently grown too distracted, because she narrowly avoided colliding into a stopped car. It was parked at a weird angle by the sidewalk. And then she recognized a local man, a few years older than her, no doubt home from college. He was looking under his hood, and then she saw the bits of smoke pouring out of it.
She decided to pull over and be neighborly. She glided just in front of him, and leaning her head out the window, called, "You need some help?"
Without turning, the guy, Dan-something, hollered back, "I think the engine's over-heated!"
She looked behind her, scanning the road. It was almost dusk, and most of the people on this side street were elderly. She might as well stick around.
Popping open her door, she slid out, saying, "You can use my phone to call someone, if you'd like."
When her voice hit him, he turned immediately with a curious stare. She couldn't help noticing that he wasn't bad-looking. Might have even caught her attention, before... everything else. She just smiled at him, as he recovered, no doubt taken aback by who had stopped to help.
"Hey... you're, um, the Gilbert kid, right?" he smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, Elena." She started to move towards him when his scent washed over her, and then suddenly the pounding in his chest collided with her ear drums.
She manages to catch his, "I'm Dan, I live just down the road. Our parents used to go to each other's barbeque's and stuff..." But the main thing Elena notices is how mouth-watering Dan smells. And without knowing it, she's stepping closer to this man she'd known from afar for years, ready to rip his throat out.
Elena sends him the very best of alluring smiles. She holds out her hand as if to shake his, and when his very human skin touches hers, she pulls him in automatically.
And just like that, Elena is drinking from the neck of a guy named Dan whose car had broken down.
When Elena finally calms herself down, she's leaning against her car, her jacket askew, and her mouth and shirt covered in blood. The faint heartbeat of Dan resounds on the ground beside her. She pushes his limp arms off of her body, shaking with adrenaline and power.
What have I done?
She tells herself that everything is going to be okay. He wasn't dead. All she had to do was compel him. But then when she pokes his side, fresh blood still flowing from his newly acquired neck wound, he doesn't respond. She knows he's alive, but he's definitely unconscious.
She scrambles farther away from him, thankful for the dark cover of night that had descended. The two cars provide a shield to the street, and directly on the other side were a wide array of trees. The nearest house was a couple hundred feet away. She winces when she realizes that if the guy had screamed, her situation would become much more complicated.
Elena tries to move the guy again, with her foot this time, gently as possible, and he still doesn't respond. She can't leave him here on the side of the road, in the middle of the night. It would definitely raise suspicions, and that was all this town needed more of.
Oh, God. I'm gonna have to tell Damon. And Stefan. Shit.
To buy herself time, she closes Dan's hood. She puts the truck in Neutral, and guides it closer to the edge, a perfect parallel park. Her inhuman strength makes it faster, and she even has to stop herself from pushing it too far. Then she removes the keys, locks it up, and pockets them. She pulls her car away from Dan's truck, so her back end is directly beside the still unconscious form of the man. Looking around her, she decides quickly that she would have to take care of him until she could compel him. She lifted his heavy form like a child lifting a china doll, careful not to move his neck too much.
Elena has to hold her breath, and focus on anything else except the still beating heart in her arms, and when she finally fits his long frame in the trunk, she shuts the door with a slam. She takes a few shaky breaths, then steels herself for the no-doubt merciless questions she would be receiving when she arrived home. With another man. Whom she had almost killed. What a terrible mistake.
Damn it.
Muahaha! I made Elena almost kill a guy!
And you know who's gonna love it?
Damon :)
-WhereIsYourHeart10
