The Tease
7
"Why have you done this, what possible reason could you have for abusing Elena? I thought you-" His voice was demanding, strong for once, and he knew that it threatened Damon in some way. If he had thought that Stefan would just back down, he was going to be disappointed. No one treated Elena the way his brother had, and he wasn't going to stand by and watch as he broke her spirit. Her spirit was what made her who she is and without it she was not Elena Gilbert—his love. He knew what it was like to be hopeless.
Damon's dark-as-onyx eyes flashesd brightly the moment he interrupted Stefan's no doubt heroic speech. He didn't need to hear again how saint Stefan was right and he was wrong. He knew he was right and didn't feel like defending himself against whatever petty accusations Stefan wanted to throw at him. He didn't care what anyone thought because their opinions meant nothing to him. He hadn't been abusing Elena, in his own opinion. He had been teaching her a lesson, punishing her for her wicked temptations. What did it matter that she hadn't been thinking about him? She still deserved to suffer for her crime, and Damon would make sure she did.
"It's always you!" he snapped out, uncontrollable in his rage, "Even after everything I have done, the blood I shed for both of you, I still am not good enough!" He was quickly losing control of the situation. This was not supposed to happen; he had thought that once he had her alone, truly alone, she would reveal to him how she really felt... and she had. She had never loved him, but he was in love with her, even now. Even now she was all he could focus on in the world. In his rage, his brain was running on automatic, and he had taken hold of Elena's hair, meaning to use it as a leash, and instead tearing a large clump of hair from her scalp ruthlessly. It was Bonnie who made the first sound though, and it almost made him turn to her. Almost—but not quite.
"Oh god!" she screamed, as if it were her own hair gripped in his hands instead of Elena's. There was nothing of strong, sometimes ruthless, Bonnie that he had come to admire, despite himself. When she finally turned from the devestation that was Elena's nearly hairless scalpe, her eyes were full of shadows and her mouth seemed on the cusp of saying something. Her eyes narrowed but still she was silent.
A flicker of some other emotion crossed his expression, but it was quickly smothered by the arrogance that was his sheild from any eyes that judged him and his defence against anyone that was looking for a chink in his armor. He looked down at the clump of hair in his hands, wondering if he could place it back on her head and it would reattach. He hadn't meant to do this, but he couldn't have said he was sorry for it either. At least now she knew that he meant business. "Are you going to behave?" he whispered into her ear. She nodded mutely, still with a little defiance in the line of her shoulders, but there was plenty of time for her to become completely obedient.
"Good-girl." He threaded his fingers together and steepled them to his lips in a gesture that clearly said that this was going better than he had ever imagined. "As for your question, Stefan... You know how I feel about Elena. While we might not have had the best start, I do believe that the end will be, won't it Sweetheart?" When she did not answer immediately he gave a savage kick to her side. "Won't it?" he repeated, the words I'll keep kicking you until I hear you say it went unsaid.
"No." she said defiantly, thrusting her chin out fearlessly. She would not bow down to Damon, whatever he did next as Bonnie muttered something under her breath.
"Oh, Elena..."
Stefan watched, frozen, as Damon grasped Elena by the throat forced her to thr ground. Before Stefan could intercept him, Damon was straddling Elena and was forcing her trousers down her legs and unzipping his own trousers. He wouldn't, would he?
Bonnie's faint mumblings turned ito audible words as the magic from the spell built and built in the air around her. Stefan resisted the impulse to go to her, to question what was happening, because the vibrations radiating from her made an ache begin in the depths of his brain. The power was strong, and he was suprised that Damon hadn't yet noticed it. Before Damon could do more than adjust his trousers, a green pulsing energy burst through the air and forced him back and away from the shaking Elena.
She did not move for what must have been an entire minute, while Stefan subdued the significantly weakened Damon and Bonnie kept the power strong enough to restrain Damon until Stefan was free to deal whatever vengence he saw fit,
"You'll pay for that, witch!" he roared, unable to break Stefan's hold on him and furious that he had been denied his prize. That had been maybe his best chance, his last chance, a tease, of having Elena the way he liked most. Because of Bonnie he had lost that chance. She needed to pay.
TBC