Hello everyone! So I decided to upload two chapters tonight. I just couldn't wait! Once again thanks for all your reviews, I love all of you! I'm not sure about this chapter. Yall might not like at the end, but its all up from here.
Elena's POV
He says its just my heightened emotions and he won't hold it against me. He smiled and then left. I was shocked. I just stood there in the rain for a while wondering what had just happened. Damon had rejected me. I trudged back to the boarding house and took a hot shower before climbing into bed. I stayed in bed for the next day not talking to anyone. Stefan brought me some type of animal blood in a cup. I was grateful but I wanted the human blood and it scared me. For a whole day Damon didn't return.
Damon's POV
I'm conflicted. Elena chose Stefan. I promised Stefan that I would leave and give them a chance to live their little happily ever after. But then Elena had to go play martyr and die and turn into a vampire. She said it would always be Stefan but then she kissed me. She really kissed me. I don't know what to do about it so I ignore it. For a day I went over to Ric's place. I got drunk and tried to forget how I felt about her. She deserves so much better than me. Even as a vampire she is still good. I feel like I owe it to her and my brother to try to let her sort all of her feelings out. She's just a bundle of emotions right now, its all so confusing for her. Once she becomes used to being a vampire she'll realize that she made a mistake kissing me. That she still loves Stefan. And I can't take that not again. If I had my way I would leave town. Being around her is getting too damn hard. But I owe it to her to help her through this. So I'll be her friend, at least until I leave town.
Elena's POV
It's weird between us now. Neither one of us talked about the kiss. I felt like he finally understood what I felt, but I was wrong. He acts like nothing happened. Like we're back to just being friends. He acts like he only wants to be friends now. I figure I owe him that, to be whatever make him happy even if it hurts me.
Tonight he's taking me out. No not like that. He's going to teach me to control my urges around people. I'm still staying at the Boarding House even though I have my daylight ring. Bonnie and I are okay now. At first when she came to see me she wouldn't look me in the eye. She said she felt like I had died. I did, in a way. I reassured that I was the same Elena just with a slightly different change of taste in…food. We both cried over my loss of life. In the end she hugged me and said that she would always be here for me.
Damon knocked on the bedroom door. I turned to face him and my breath hitched. He was dressed in black dress pants and a dark blue dress shirt. Damn, he looked good. He smiles.
" You said we were going out but I assumed it was just the grill." I said embarrassingly looking down at my jeans and dark red Henley.
" Nonsense. Tonight we are celebrating too." He said leaning against the doorway with a bag.
" And why is that?" I pried.
" Just the fact that you managed to stop yourself yesterday. You practiced some self control. That took me ages to learn. So were celebrating." He smirked. " Besides Barbie wanted to cheer you up and she brought you some clothes. She said she'd come by tomorrow because she had some party to plan. " he stepped closer until he was right in front of me. " And I'm dying to see how you look in that dress." He smiles.
" Whatever." I push him away. He's acting like he wants to be friends and then he drops one of his flirty little comments and does that eye thing. Talk about mixed symbols. For a second he looks almost hurt. He quickly composes himself and drops the bag on the bed. " We can leave in 30 minutes." He says on his way out the door before closing it.
I curiously walk over to the shopping bag and pull out a box. I open it to reveal a beautiful navy lace dress. Its simple and elegant. It hits a bit above my knees. It hugs my waist. I try it on. I have to admit, Caroline has wonderful taste. I also remove a pair a nude heels from the bag and slip them on. They're surprising comfy and not too high. I put my hair in a low bun. I look beautiful. I wonder what Damon will think…no. I can't keep doing that. I have to stop thinking about him. If he wants to be friends I will be his friend. In a way it makes sense; after all the heartbreak I put him through he doesn't believe that I would finally pick him. So he goes back to the way we used to be. Friends.
I make my way downstairs and see Damon waiting by the door. When he hears me he turns around and his eyes darken with lust. He shakes his head as if chastising himself. " You look beautiful if it isn't obvious." My heart drops as he says that. " Shall we?" he smiles.
I glance at him and wonder how I'll keep myself from kissing him all night. I smile back up to him.
" We shall."
We drive in Damon's car to the next town over. We drive for about half an hour. We talk about everything and its comfortable. He says something and I laugh and he smiles back at me. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other one resting in the middle. I'm so tempted to interlock our fingers and see what his reaction will be. We've barely touched physically since then. When we do he just looks at me oddly and pulls away. Its almost like he's afraid of what will happen if we touch.
We finally pull up to a lone restaurant. I can't read the name but it seems to be Italian. Of couse. Damon opens the door for me and holds it out my shoulder grazes his chest and I feel him tense. The waiter seats us down in a corner in the far left. The restaurant is big and there's only about 10 other people here. Its nice and quiet. It's a fancy restaurant with cloth napkins and all. The lighting is low and as I sit across from Damon I can't help but stare at him as he reads the menu.
He glances up and smirks. " You're staring."
" You're cocky." I retort smiling.
He laughs. " What are you getting?"
" I'm not sure. You order for me. I'm sure it'll be good."
" Everything here is delicious." He replies.
I can't help but think how the people here will taste.
He suddenly leans forward and whispers, " After the meal I can take you out back and we can practice your control." Its like he can read my mind.
The waitress comes over and asks for our order. Damon orders for both of us. She's young, in her early twenties. She has black hair and is rather pretty. She smiles flirtily at Damon and rests her hand on his shoulder. She positions herself so her boobs are practically in his face. Damon says something back at her and she giggles. I want to rip her throat out. She finally walks away. " Excuse me. I have to go to the restroom." I say quickly getting up out of the table. I go to the bathroom and put come cold water on my face, trying to cool off. I walk back out and see Damon at the bar talking to that slut waitress. He puts his hand on hers and she bats her eyelashes. I can't take it. I walk straight out of the restaurant.
I don't bother to look back. It scares me. That girl was flirting with Damon and I wanted to desperately to kill her. Drain her dry. All because she was flirting. I was really starting to understand what Damon meant about heightened emotions. The parking lot is deserted. Thank god. I feel like I would rip the head off of someone even they even looked at me in the wrong way. I was furious. I'm leaning against a car when I hear Damon.
" Elena, are you ok?"
I turn to face him glaring " Do I look like I'm ok?"
" What is wrong?" he questions his eyes searching mine. He's right in front of me. I push at his chest and start walking away from him. He grabs my arm and pulls me back ,our chests touch.
" Let go of me." I say. I try to pull away but his grip is firm.
" Tell me what is wrong." He commands.
" That slut is what is wrong." I retort.
His eyes widen and his grip softens. I pull away from him.
" Did you just bring me here so you could flirt with girls in front of me?" I ask glaring at him.
" What? No. I wouldn't do that. Why does it even matter?" he implores.
" Never mind!" I say.
" Elena why did that make you so upset?" he pins me against the car.
His lips are inches from mine and for a split second he looks down at my lips and I think he's going to kiss me. But he doesn't. " Why do you care?" he questions.
" Damon, please. Forget it. I'm fine. Lets just go home."
He looks at me like he wants to say something. For a second we stay like that. My back against the car, his hands on the sides of my head. He steps back and silently walks back to the car. He holds the door open and I get in. The drive home is silent. I keep looking over at him. His eyes stay focused on the road. We return home and he holds the door open. I'm still mad at him. I brush past him and go straight up the stairs bumping into Stefan. He notices my angry expression.
" Are you ok?" he says putting his arms on my shoulders.
" Yeah, I'm fine. Damon's just being a dick." I mutter.
" Do you, uh, want to talk?" he questions. He looks at me so kindly. He puts one hand under my chin and forces me to look up at him. " You know I'm here for you." I hear Damon come in the front door. So of course I choose to screw everything up. I'm mad and I want Damon to feel the hurt I felt. He doesn't deserve it but for some reason I don't care. I put my arms around Stefan's neck and kiss him. Stefan's stunned but he starts to kiss me back. I know Damon is right behind me. I pull away and smile at Stefan. " I'll see you tomorrow." I walk up the stairs to my room not bothering to look back.
