Forever Yours
***Thanks for the reviews! They are part of my motivation to continue. Sorry that this is another blah chapter with not a lot of point, but I promise that more of an actual plot will begin next chapter. Please enjoy!
P.S. someone asked about Caroline, and for the purpose of this story she is not a vampire and knows nothing about them***
Bonnie was driving the car while Caroline was sitting next to her in the passenger's seat, jabbering amiably in typical Caroline fashion. Damon and I were left to the back, him lounging in the leather seat catching my eye every now and again, gracing me with his signature smirk or raising his eyebrows suggestively as if he knew the dirty thoughts racing through my mind. Only he could manage to look irresistibly sexy in the backseat of a car. It was really unfair, actually.
His legs were sprawled apart just enough to reveal the slight bulge in his pants. When my eyes grazed this part of his body my breathing hitched, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I realized that Damon heard, and I glanced down quickly, clearing my throat. When he noticed this he began to chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle the oncoming laughter.
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and pressed my legs together, glaring out the window, frustrated and angry that Damon thought he had such a profound effect on me, even if he was right.
"Are you guys okay back there?" Bonnie asked, cutting Caroline off mid-sentence. She glanced uneasily between Damon and me, looking at my face that was upset and humiliated and his which was naughty and amused.
"Fine, thank you," Damon replied in a mockingly polite voice, motioning for Caroline to continue on with her story, causing Bonnie to reluctantly turn around to listen once again. But her sharp eye was still upon the backseat, mostly Damon, for I knew her witchy sixth sense was detecting that something wasn't right here.
Part of me wanted to tell her everything, beg her to save me from Damon's clutches, but I knew he was the strongest thing in this car and I didn't doubt he would do something incredibly stupid just to keep me with him. And even if I didn't want to admit it, I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave…
Oh god, what was I saying? The only thing I wanted was to leave! But there was one small part that just wanted to stay…
"Elena…Hello? Elena?"
"Sorry Caroline, I got distracted." I said, giving an apologetic shrug. "What?"
"It's not like I've said your name ten times already," she huffed. "We just wanted to know what movie you wanted to see."
"I don't care, whatever you guys want," I said agreeably, still lost in thought.
"Thanks for the help," Caroline said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Damon?"
"I heard there's this new vampire flick out. Supposedly scary. I've always loved me a good vampire movie." Damon smirked, enjoying his own private joke. Bonnie merely turned to me and rolled her eyes good-humoredly, sharing our mutual annoyance.
"Oooh! That sounds good!" Caroline squealed, the only car member unaware of the humor in such a choice. "I love vampires!"
"Don't I know it." Damon replied, shaking his head, recalling some incident from his brief time with Caroline earlier in the year.
"Sorry guys, but Caroline and I already got something to eat, so I hope you're not hungry." Bonnie said in an attempt to change the subject, giving us an apologetic smile.
"No biggie," Damon shrugged nonchalantly, sending me a mischievous smirk. "I'll have a snack later."
I groaned internally, slumping farther down in my seat. Great, now I had something to look forward to later on! Damon planned to feed tonight, and all I could hope for was that this would be another euphoric experience, not punishment or torture.
Bonnie noticed the implications of his words and turned to give him a glare before returning her eyes to the road, obviously sensing the change in dynamic between Damon and I. But then, as if on cue, Caroline resumed her babbling, engaging Bonnie in some boring conversation about the big math final coming up. Damon used this opportunity to turn his attentions to me, reaching out his slender fingers to tug on an earlobe. I slapped his hand silently, scooting as far away from him as possible.
Really? In a car with my two best friends? He just couldn't keep his hands to himself for two seconds! And my firm smack did nothing to deter him as his fingers reappeared, although this time on my lips, tracing their outline, parting them slightly to stroke my tongue for the briefest of seconds before returning to his lap respectively, his eyes darting out the window and away from me innocently.
"When is he coming back?" Bonnie asked.
"What…who?" I asked, confused and disoriented. Damon's touches had left me sputtering and incoherent, slightly out-of-breath and flushed. Once again I had been caught not paying one ounce of attention to the conversation in the front seat and I knew this only increased Bonnie's suspicions.
"Stefan! Your boyfriend!" Caroline exclaimed, annoyed at my distractedness.
"Oh, sorry, I think in maybe a week or so," I replied, really not sure, but hoping that it might be sooner than that. I didn't want to think of the possibility that he could be gone for another month or two depending on how long it took him to catch this vampire on the loose. I wanted my true love back, wanted him to be the knight in shining armor, here to save me from the evil monster (a.k.a. Damon) and take me back to his castle where we would live happily ever after. What I was most worried about, however, was what influence Damon could have over me in a span of two months, considering how much he had accomplished in a few days. I mean, the mere proximity of our bodies in this car made me want to reach out and touch him, but why I did not know. His presence intoxicated me and I didn't like it.
It seemed Damon sensed the yearning in my voice and longing in my eyes at the mention of Stefan, and his form next to me bristled. His eyes appeared to darken and his mood to deteriorate at the thought of his brother, and he shot a possessive glance my way, sneaking his hand to the inside of my thigh and stroking the delicate skin there while Bonnie and Caroline were otherwise occupied. I shifted my weight and crossed my legs, giving him a warning look while brushing away his probing fingers for the second time. That didn't mean his cool touch didn't send chills up my spine, it just meant they were unwelcome right now. I promised myself the effect he had on me was purely physical, not mental or emotional in the least. This kind of reaction to an insanely handsome man was normal. Supposedly.
"Okay, we're here!" Caroline chirped. Her incessant happiness was annoying the hell out of me, but the prospect of escaping the sexual tension in the car was enough to make me share her sentiments. I hastily opened the door and jumped out, breathing the fresh air deeply in an attempt to clear my muddled thoughts. At least now I could be free of Damon and enjoy a night out with my friends.
We bought our tickets while Caroline flirted with a random guy standing in line so that we had to all but drag her away from the man so we could enter the theater. I was somewhat jealous of her normal life, away from all the supernatural drama that surrounded me and Bonnie, where she was just a normal high school girl doing normal high school things. The typical teenager. I on the other hand was out exploring my sexual limits with a bloodthirsty vampire intent on capturing me for himself, owning me completely. I wasn't so sure that counted as typical.
Damon held the door of the theater open for us, motioning Bonnie, Caroline and I through first, before falling into step behind me. He leaned in to give my neck a playful nip before anyone would notice, straightening back up quickly as I blushed in the darkness. I quickened my steps, right on Caroline's heels, before plopping down beside her in the back row. Of course, Damon slid in right next to me, brushing his knee against mine before sitting down, where he proceeded to stroke my neck lightly with his fingertips. I could tell he wanted to feed now, but was glad that we were in a public place, saving me for the time being.
"So, are you guys, like, a thing now?" Caroline asked accusatorily, eyeing Damon's fingers on my neck. "Is this some sort of Salvatore sandwich with you, Stefan, and Damon?"
Even though she had whispered this in my ear, I knew Damon heard and was once again suppressing a laugh, struggling to compose himself. He removed his fingers slowly, pretending as if he had no idea what had just passed between Caroline and I.
"Of course not Caroline!" I whispered harshly. "There was just some stray hairs and Damon was brushing them away. He's always been a touchy kind of guy, you know, nothing major."
"Yeah…sure…" she said, not looking convinced. But the good thing about Caroline was her short attention span and utter indifference to the problems of others. If there was no gossip to be had, she just let the matter drop. This was not to say she was a bad friend who didn't care about anyone else, she merely knew when there was nothing more to be said and wasn't one to press for information.
Damon was still looking amused, smiling straight ahead at the screen, watching the previews with surprising dedication. I talked to Bonnie and Caroline a bit, excluding Damon completely from the conversation in the hopes that I could forget his accompaniment, discussing the next Decade Dance and other trivial matters. I asked what all I had missed in school and how Alaric was fairing, how Caroline's mother, Sherriff Forbes, was doing, and basically just caught up on the world of reality that I had so recently left, delving instead into the realm of sexual fantasy. I felt it was time to resurface, though, and was hoping to ignore Damon's advances for the rest of the night. As if I had a chance.
"So, I see that you still want my brother." Damon purred in my ear once the movie had started. "Why? I saw your look of adoration and hopeless pining in the car when he was mentioned. Am I not enough?"
"I love Stefan, Damon. Sorry, but I can never love you." I replied bluntly, hoping to agitate him so that he would stop trying to talk to me.
"Your actions tell otherwise. I know you want me, I can see you blush when I touch you, feel you shiver, hear you calling my name as you climax underneath me. Don't deny that you like it."
"Those things are purely physical. And no, I don't like them." I lied. "Love is emotional and I love Stefan, not you. I thought that was pretty obvious."
"You're lying." He said crossly. It seemed I was succeeding in agitating him but his reaction was the wrong one. Instead of turning away in anger, he seemed to want to pay more attention to me.
"What did you expect after feeding on me and hurting me? That I'd come rushing into your arms declaring my true feelings? Well here they are: I hate you and want you out of my life." Okay, even I'll admit, that was a bit harsh, but he deserved it.
Damon looked rather taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. It was lucky that both Caroline and Bonnie were deeply invested in the film, for my last words were a slightly louder whisper that might have been audible to them had they been paying attention. Damon's shock turned to cool arrogance as he leaned back and chuckled softly. Then he pressed his lips back to my ear, mumbling into it while simultaneously caressing it.
"I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Ms. Gilbert. We wouldn't want Mr. Salvatore to get angry again, now would we?"
"You seem to be in a perpetual state of anger." I sighed so softly that only a vampire could have heard.
"You're lying to me and to yourself." Damon cooed, kissing my hair and the side of my head. "Perhaps you don't love me, and heck, maybe you don't even like me, but you can't deny you like what we're doing here. You like my lips," he said, brushing them across my cheek, "you like my tongue," he murmured, licking from my shoulder up to my jaw, "you like my teeth." He grazed his canines across the large artery in my neck, causing me to squirm uncomfortably.
"Ahhhh," I moaned, arching my back with pleasure. How could his simple touches make me feel this way? Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Bonnie and Caroline turn to look at me questioningly, and I realized Damon had returned to his own seat and was watching the screen dutifully. I masked my moan of ecstasy with a cough, pretending to be clearing my throat, rubbing my hand along the side of my neck and face where Damon's mouth had so recently been to relieve the burning trail he had left. They turned away from me slowly, exchanging a look of confusion before returning their eyes to the vampires there.
"See?" Damon said triumphantly several moments later. "See what I can make you feel? Stefan can't do that and you know it."
"Dammit Damon, stop it!" I hissed. "Stop touching me. I don't want you to. And stop trying to get in my head and make me doubt my love for Stefan."
"Are you sure?" He asked, running his finger slowly down my side, eliciting a quiver of my torso. "You really want me to stop?"
"Y-yes," I stuttered, trying to mean it but failing miserably.
"Well that sucks for you then, because you don't get to make decisions. You belong to me, and don't forget it. I will touch you if I like. I will bite you if I like. And I will do anything I like to you, anytime the urge arises." He snarled in my ear, squeezing the breast closest to him quickly and painfully so that a whimper burst forth from my lips.
Luckily, the movie was at a particularly gory and disgusting scene, making a whimper of fear or revulsion perfectly acceptable. I self-consciously looked around, making sure no one was suspicious, and upon seeing my friends' faces twisted in horror, with Caroline's eyes shut tightly, I knew that I was safe from detection. Although why was I worried about that? Someone could help me and Damon would be known as the sadistic killer he was. I should be attempting to save myself while I was still out in public, around other people. How stupid was I? But something held me back. Why didn't I tell Bonnie when I was sure she could help? Honestly, I was afraid she would kill him, and despite my fear and hatred, I didn't want him dead, couldn't bear the thought of Damon, my Damon, really gone forever.
My Damon? What the hell was that?
For a long span we sat in silence, the only interaction Caroline occasionally grasping my arm in fright when one of the vampires would do something horrific. It was boring to me, for it seemed like I was just watching an autobiography of my life, vampires running amok. It happened daily in Mystic Falls, and I was usually a target. Especially recently, what with Damon's attacks and all.
Then a particularly dramatic scene arose. A vampire was feeding on a young girl, pretty with long brown hair and big brown eyes, perfectly olive skin. She actually resembled me in many aspects, close enough that it was a little eerie. Her attacker was a beautiful one, dark hair and piercing gray eyes with a strong body and overall countenance that oozed sex appeal. Oh my god, he was strangely similar to Damon! This was weird, and one glance at Damon told me he noticed too. Although the actors were not identical to ourselves, the resemblance was uncanny and had inevitably excited Damon's thirst. Blood dripped down the victim's neck as her killer clutched her in a deadly embrace, licking his lips in satisfaction as blood rolled down his chin. This action was so Damon-like that I almost thought I was dreaming until I peeked at Damon's real face. Oh shit.
His eyes had turned dark and red with veins poking through the skin beneath them. Fangs hung barely visible between his parted lips and the expression on his face was one of hunger and lust. I knew what he was about to do as he smiled menacingly at me and leaned in, nuzzling his face into my neck and licking the prominent vein located there.
"You're mine." He mumbled, smelling me deeply.
"Damon, please," I whispered urgently, trying half-heartedly to shove him away without a fuss. Of course he was like a giant boulder, unmovable as he allowed his teeth to scrape across my skin.
"Don't scream," he panted, running his tongue along the tips of his fangs, relishing in the tingle and ache as he dove in for my blood.
From the first prick of his teeth I knew this would be painful, and I struggled not to cry, my eyes smarting when the two puncture holes were made. He began to drink slowly and surely, drawing out the fiery liquid in large, excruciating draughts. Silent tears trickled down my face as he gripped my arm hard, pressing down with enough force to bruise. I was unable to move, forced to bear this torment stationary, as his plump lips sucked at my skin one last time before pulling back. He mimicked the movements of the movie character, arching his neck back against the seat and licking his lips as the blood rolled down his chin, smiling in pleasure.
I could tell the feeding had aroused him and I looked away with fear and disgust, but he pulled me back in, licking my wound to seal it shut. The tears were still coming and I didn't want him to see, but it's pretty hard to deceive a vampire, so he obviously detected them.
"You know," he breathed in my ear, "if you just surrendered to me it wouldn't have to be like this. You could enjoy these things, not cry at them. Pleasure would be constant, and every sensation something new and amazing. We could do things you and Stefan would never dream of. Just give in. Surrender."
"Never," I cried quietly, pushing his head away roughly. He allowed me to move him, glaring at me all the way. I feared I had just put Damon in another really bad mood, but frankly didn't care.
"Bonnie, I have to use the bathroom," I heard Caroline whine to my right.
"Fine!" Bonnie sighed, annoyed. "Sorry Elena, but Caroline has to use the restroom. We'll be right back."
"Sure!" I replied with fake enthusiasm, grinning at the two of them.
As they left I felt Damon straighten up and stare over at me, as if saying What you wanna do now that we have the place to ourselves?
"Don't even think about it!" I growled as he eyed my body, especially my crotch area.
"Or what?" He challenged, walking his fingers up my thigh. "You'll verbally assault me? Ouch,"
"Damon, I swear—" he cut me off with all of a sudden thrusting his fingers inside me from behind, my dress just short enough to make this possible. I gasped at the abrupt intrusion, though the ecstasy was immediate and intense. With wet fingers he massaged my clit and stroked my vaginal lips, purring a little as he did so.
"Stay the fuck away from me Damon!" I slurred, trying to sound convincing. Gripping my chin firmly, he forced me to look directly into his hypnotic gaze.
"Stop your stupid struggling! Did I not tell you I'll do what I want, whenever I want? You belong to me and me only, so try just this once to be obedient, okay?" Damon said, exasperated. He reached up to give my swollen sex a sharp pinch, bringing an intense wave of pain and pleasure all in one.
"Damon…" I moaned, against my better judgment, thrusting my hips into his fingers, hoping for a quick release. Then he pulled out and away, leaving me sitting there, a faint sheen of sweat on my brow.
"They're coming back. Behave." Damon snarled, leaving me aching and wanting. Sure enough, Caroline and Bonnie resumed their seats, staring nervously at Damon and I, confused by my squirming and twitching, bright red face and shaking fingers. All I wanted was to relieve myself but I couldn't because my stupid friends were hovering right next to me! Bonnie sent me repeatedly worried looks as I continued shifting uneasily, trying to rock back and forth to release some of the pressure, all to no avail.
By the end of the movie I was convinced this was Hell. My sex was literally throbbing, begging for Damon to enter me again, anything to get rid of this feeling. I was finding it increasingly difficult to sit still, tapping my fingers anxiously. Damon noticed this and merely smirked triumphantly, accomplishing his goal of displaying the power he had over me.
On the way to the car Bonnie stopped me, asking me if I wanted to spend the night at her house with Caroline, just like old times. Hmmm… an entire night free of Damon… not too shabby.
"Sure," I replied genuinely happy for the moment. "I'll have to stop and get some clothes though."
"That's fine." Bonnie said, obviously relieved that I was going and not spending another night alone with Damon in the boardinghouse. "See you there!"
Damon dug his fingernails into my back causing pain to shoot up my spine. I turned to look at him and he shook his head no.
"Actually Bonnie, I'm not feeling so well. Maybe another time." I said, giving her a sad smile.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you want Elena," she said, returning my smile. "See you around."
Climbing in the car Damon turned his eyes on me and glared, fuming at my attempted plans.
"Are you fucking serious?" He asked.
"I can't spend forever cooped up in that house! I have a life you know." I shot back.
"Not unless I say you do." He seethed, looking truly infuriated. "You do not leave unless I okay it, you do not make plans unless I approve them first, and under no circumstances should you be doing both of those things without my permission."
"Sorry. I just wanted to spend the night with my friends." I said in a small voice, cowering away from his hulking form.
Pulling into the driveway he yanked me out the door by my neck, wrenching me towards the front door of the house. Upon entering he threw me to the floor and straddled me, ripping off my clothes with a ferocity I had never before seen. He suckled my nipples and swirled them with his tongue, reaching down with prying fingers to rub my already agitated mound.
With that he had me yelling incoherent phrases, bucking my hips to his rhythm, arching my back to meet his lips. Everything was happening so fast I didn't have time to think, only knew I needed him inside me, now.
"Damon," I whined, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Instead of helping me he slapped my hands away and pinned me down to the ground, hovering over top of me.
"Say it. Say you're mine and you surrender to me." He commanded. When I didn't say anything he smacked me in the face, sending my head snapping into the floor. He returned his fingers to my soaked opening, teasing just enough to push me to the brink before he would let me fall back down again. It was excruciating.
"Damon, please… do it," I begged, thrusting my hips upward uselessly.
"Say it."
"I can't." I shuddered, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks.
"God dammit, do what I say!" Damon cried angrily, pushing his erection into my thigh, pressing our bodies closer together. He lapped at my tears and bit down on my neck, creating an intricate web of shallow bites there that hurt like hell. His stiff cock grinding against my contracting slit almost sent me over the edge and I cringed, biting my lip until I drew blood, which he promptly licked off. Pulling out his wrist he bit into it and shoved the blood into my mouth forcefully, torrents of that ecstasy flooding my throat. The multiple sensations were too much and I felt like I might pass out. When he finally took the blood away I was shaking uncontrollably, needing him with every fiber of my being.
"I'm yours. I surrender." I gasped. "Now fuck me. I'm yours."
He took me hard and passionately that night, sending me into wave after wave of orgasm, both of us making unintelligible moans and groans of pleasure mixed with yelps and whimpers of pain. Afterwards he lay with his arm draped about my body holding me close to him, occasionally planting kisses down my spine.
"You're mine, Ms. Gilbert. And now there's no escape."
