A/N: Hey, guys, here we go again with a bit of a shorter chapter, I guess. I actually wanted to wait until I got a little more feedback on my last chapter before posting this, but then I was really bored and decided to post.
To the reviewer that said that this was like watching TVD from the beginning again, but this time it's better; jesus christ, thank you. This is probably one of the nicest compliments anyone has ever given me about one of my fanfictions.
And by the way, if any of you have any great fic recommendation from the TVD fandom, I will gladly accept them and read into them. I'm looking for stuff to read and I'm a reviewer kinda girl. Anyways, enough blah blah from me again.
I hope you enjoy this new chapter and you know: reviews are my only payment here.
Her hips swayed against is and as his chin tipped downwards a bit to glance at her backside, he watched her silky chocolate hair cascade down her back in a beautiful waterfall. He watched to touch it desperately, to pull and tug her head back and latch his mouth onto hers, but his eyes were staring at her hips and the way that they rolled against his. This was a dream come true.
The woman of his dreams was rubbing himself against his continuously growing cock and that in such an eager manner that it brought back flashbacks of the night that he had first met her. She had been just a stranger back then, a normal girl, a snack and he just wanted to feed on her until he had made her his and been poisoned by the intoxicating venom that flowed from her every touch and sound.
God, how much he missed that night. And the memory of it.
Elena Gilbert was just unbelievable. And the way she had kept pushing him away. The way she had treated him. He scowled and remembered that this had been the reason why he had grabbed the bottle tonight, he remembered the hurt feelings and the way that his heart ached sometimes when he thought of what she was doing with his little brother.
She was the reason that he was in this state now, blue and blurry-visioned. Everything swam in front of his eyes and he decided that it was time to claim his beautiful brunette.
His hand gathered a fist-full of her hair messily and gave it the softest tug to turn her head towards him with a little bit of dominance and firmness. She hissed and as their eyes met, he groaned and pushed her away so harshly that she stumbled on her high heels.
"What the fuck?" A bitchy gasp escaped the woman's glossy lips as she regained balance.
Wrong girl.
There it was again, the feeling of having been wronged. But this time, he couldn't even blame it on Elena. Since it was him who had gotten so wasted, that he had completely blacked out and lost the last few minutes. It was as if he had skipped an hour of his life.
Damon turned, or at least that was what he thought he was doing, because by now, his vision was all fucked up and he could barely make out the bar, where he stumbled over and pushed people away in order to get a whole bottle of that cheap and usually totally un-worthy liquid they sold as bourbon whiskey. He threw too much money on the rough surface of the wooden bar and made his way out of there which took him about five minutes alone.
Every step and turn took a groan from him and every swing from his bottle sends him so off balance that he crashed into walls along the sideway several times.
She did this to him. He thought to himself with a rumble in his chest. He had gotten this wasted more than a few times this year already, but at least he had enjoyed it back then. If it wasn't for Elena Gilbert, he'd be fucking and sucking right now. God, she drove him wild.
He didn't want to be this controlled, but he also didn't want to ruin what he had accomplished with her. If she knew that he'd be screwing around and killing humans. She'd be looking at him the way she looked at Stefan when he had fed on Caroline. And that was a look that he never ever wanted to get from her.
But eventually she'd have to see that side of him. Because he surely wasn't going to feed off of blood bags forever.
The hold she had on him without even knowing it angered him and he clenched his jaw before throwing the bottle against a wall, creating a shattering noise that scared a cat, which screeched and hopped away across the dark street.
Damon's eyes followed it and he realized that he was almost home, where she'd be waiting for him, probably still cuddled up on the couch, going through his little brother's old diaries. He had picked out a few of his personal favorites for her to read.
Because admittedly, Stefan was a fairly good writer and Damon had always thought that he had captured what it meant to be a vampire pretty well with his dark and grimy words. So the few diaries that weren't full of ripper stories should give her a pretty basic foundation of what the vampire life was like.
Damon had soon reached the Boarding House and pushed inside, being greeted by a welcome dim light and the crackling and warmth of the fireplace that he had lit earlier for Elena.
He hadn't even known how cold he had been outside until he closed the door and had to shrug his leather jacket off, because it was just this warm inside of the living room area.
"Elena?" He called out softly as he hung up his jacket, expecting her to answer soon. But nothing. He checked his wrist watch, 11:17pm. Maybe she had fallen asleep.
He smirked at the thought and his mind immediately busied itself with painting the image of him carrying her sleeping form to bed, which only made him smile more broadly.
But when he stepped into the space with the couches and glanced at the rolled up blanket at the end of the bed, his smile dropped, his eyebrows furrowed and he glanced around curiously before calling out once more, a little louder this time. "Elena?"
It was only then, that he turned around completely and caught the open door to the basement.
And everything in his face fell.
This time, his mind pained him a different image. One that was nightmare worthy.
And in a heartbeat, he was down there, storming down the stairs to get to the room where he had locked up Stefan. And suddenly, he stopped. Panting and with his eyes wide open, he stared against the door that was next to the cell's door. Everything was closed.
His head dropped and he glanced at Elena, who sat on the floor before his heavy boots. His gaze then shifted to see through the cells small, bared window and there was Stefan, still white as paper, his veins slowly starting to show.
He had not fed on her.
He didn't even seem to be awake.
But neither did Elena. Because she had still not said anything. The only sound in the room was Damon's uneven breath and his very fast heartbeat, which drowned out her slow one.
He shifted and looked at her.
She seemed very concentrated and her face was frozen, with her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line.
He didn't dare to say anything, because he was still convinced that she hadn't noticed how panicky he was and opening his mouth would reveal his shakiness to her. So he kept it shut, closed his lips tightly and stepped back to give her some room.
Success. She moved. She actually got to her feet and his eyes stayed on her with every inch of height that she gained as she got back up from the cold and dirty ground.
He was just brave enough to open his mouth again and talk, being sure that his voice was back, when suddenly, her hand came down harsh across his cheek, causing him to close his eyes only to see the rage in her dark brown eyes when he re-opened them. He was dumb-founded and his jaw hung open slightly as she stormed past him and back upstairs.
A/N: And another little something, I think this is the first chapter that has been one scene only. Because usually I have them cut in several scenes, but not this time. :O
Have a great night guys, I'll go and search fics to read now, I'm in the mood.
