TOO MUCH NOISE IN THE BEDROOM – Fan Fic Season 2 TV-Vampire Diaries
Written by Véronique, Montreal, Qc, CANADA
Member: Vampdelenea
Writer's note: "I put seven of my forums friends names as random characters in this chapter (Alli, Gabi, Jenny, Jess, Joy, Leanne, Liilia) bare with the longer intro beginning…It will bring to all of them happiness to be near Damon even if it's only in a fictional fan fiction, and it's in accordance with the story! It's still an extra stretch very long chapter that you'll love…with lots of DELENA SEXYNEST, SMUTNEST, HUMOR AND DARKER SIDE! I had a blast writing this chapter, a smile was constantly on my face! I've been listening to two older songs while writing it: Umbrella & Don't stop the music by Rihanna. Warm thank you again to all my readers!"
Chapter 8
"Salsa dance in New York"
Damon was sitting on the sofa, in front of a burning fire that he had lit up several hours before; looking at the flames through his amber glass of alcohol, before emptying it all at once. He stood up, and walked to the bar to refill it, a stubble beard on his face, bare-chested, and only wearing a pair of jeans. He couldn't recall how many glasses of bourbon he had drank. He only remembered two things; she had left without even saying goodbye to him, and his phone conversation to his brother early on.
"Yes!" Stefan had said, answering his phone.
"How's my loving brother?" Damon asked.
"I should hit the road with Caroline in a short while. We should be in Richmond around noon." Stefan simply replied.
"Am I sensing a strange vibe in your tone bro.?" Damon sarcastically asked.
"Damon, is there a point to this?" Stefan replied annoyed by him. "I'm fine, Caroline is fine, not that you would care much….I will call you when we arrive."
"Well, I don't know, you tell me? You seem on edge brother! Is it Blondie? Is she pulling your last nerves Stefan?" Damon sarcastically enquired again.
"Damon? At what hour does the cleaning lady usually clean the bedrooms in a motel?" Stefan asked him looking at his own watch.
Damon looked at his watch also. "Not this early in the morning that's for sure…What's going on Stefan?"
"That's what I'm about to find out…" Stefan replied, before closing his cell phone, and their conversation.
In the middle of his thoughts, Damon suddenly heard the doorbell; he walked unbalanced towards the door and opened it with a glass of Bourbon still in his hand. He looked at Jeremy who was in front of him, with raised eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders; Jeremy looked at him straight in the eyes, noticing his full glass in his left hand, he nodded his head as a greeting to Damon.
"What…" Damon asked, pissed by Jeremy intrusion who was obviously not impressed by Damon's bad attitude toward him.
Jeremy walked through the door arch, continuing towards the parlor, being followed very closely by Damon.
"Isn't it a bit early to drink Damon?" Jeremy asked.
"Is there a reason for your visit punk?" Damon replied harshly to him.
"It's Elena…" Jeremy said.
"Go on…" Damon replied suddenly interested.
"Yesterday at the Lockwood's, Elena and I… we heard a conversation between Elijah and a guy named Jonas…." Jeremy started.
"Could you speed up?" Damon replied annoyed at Jeremy.
"The conversation was about Klaus' whereabouts; Elijah wanted to know if that guy found him or found a place where he had been seen for the last…" Jeremy continued.
Damon nodded his head to signify his interest to know the rest of the information concerning this secret meeting.
"The guy mentioned to Elijah that Klaus had been seen at a Dance Club in New York, the Latin Quarter Night Club….And that there was a small possibility that he was still there…." Jeremy finished looking Damon straight in the eyes.
"And…"Damon asked. Suddenly, his facial expression changed and a mad grin appeared. "Damn it!" He yelled out loud, dropping his glass on a near side table before hitting one of the armchairs with a closed fist. "She pretty much left for New York did she?"
"Yes, I believe so…" Jeremy started. "…I saw her passing by me with a small suitcase in her hand…I tried to stop her Damon, I swear I tried…But she said to me that she needed to leave to finally handle what she should have handled a while ago….You're the first person I've told" Jeremy said looking at Damon straight in the eyes.
"And the only person that you'll tell, Jeremy…..I can't believe this...Damn it Elena!" Damon angrily said, putting his two hands on his waist. "…Nothing else?" He asked Jeremy.
"She had a piece of paper in her hand, like an envelope; I saw that she had written hotel Sheraton, 7th Avenue on it… " Jeremysaid beforecontinuing "I'm going with you!"
"No freaking way!" Damon started with a warning look and a good grip on Jeremy's left arm. "You'll stay here Indiana, and you won't move, I don't need to baby-sit you on top of everything!"
"Damon, Please! It's my sister!" Jeremy pleaded mad at him.
"Yep…I know Jeremy! And that's why I will bring her back in one piece and alive!" Damon replied, before showing him out.
Jeremy turned around, directing his walk back to the front door, before leaving without giving Damon a second look. Damon reached for his cell phone in his front jeans pocket, opening it before dialing.
"Yes…book me the first plane available for New York."
Damon showed his boarding pass card to the flight attendant, a gorgeous tall brunette in her twenties, addressing her with one of his seductive smirks.
"Good afternoon Sir, first class, to your left, seat B4, my name is Jenny, I'm your flight attendant for the duration of the flight and I will be at your services." The flight attendant said, smiling at him in a perfect rehearsed speech while blushing at Damon's good looks.
"Well I will count on you being at my services Jenny!" Damon replied with a wink of an eye, putting his dark brown leather carryon bag in the over-head compartment, before sitting comfortably in a top of the line leather seat. He closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, stroking his closed eyelids. The day had not turned out exactly like he thought it would. He didn't know how to feel anymore. When he woke up Elena had already left him, showing by her gesture that she could not stay one minute more by his side, the deal was one night with him, and she did her part of it. And now, he was suddenly chasing after her to the other side of the country!
He reached for the folded letter from Rose in his back pocket; he preciously kept it for him to reread it later:
"My crazy fool Damon, when are you going to finally realize the great loving soul that you are? I would give anything for you to be happy! You've been such a good friend to me the short time that we knew each other, and I thank you from the bottom of my imaginary heart. I can't stay! I developed sincere feelings for you, and I truly know that your heart will belong eternally to Elena. And you know that I'm also afraid for my personal safety with Elijah and Klaus. If only Elena knew how lucky and fulfilled she would be if she would open her eyes and choose you…But, if she doesn't choose you, promise me you will try to find your own happiness and let her be happy with your brother….I know how much you love Stefan…Don't deny it! You would die for him! But I also know all the love you have to give inside of you…You need to love and be loved Damon, and I know how much you miss being human… like me!…But, I truly and sincerely believe there is a way for us to find our own happiness…Promise me you will try to find it…Your friend, always…Rose."
"Sir…"Damon heard a voice calling him for a second time, putting him out of his miserable thoughts; he looked up to see Jenny, the flight attendant, smiling and leaning over him. "You have to straighten your seat; we're taking off in a minute."
"Yes…." Damon said smiling to the brunette. "Jenny is it?"
"Yes sir, it is." The young woman replied smiling at him.
"Well Jenny I will straighten my seat if you bring me the strongest drink you have on this plane, o.k.?" Damon asked with his most seductive smile.
"After the take off it will be my pleasure sir." She replied returning a seductive smile at him before turning around and taking her place in a seat.
Damon turned his head to the porthole, looking at his watch at the same time, "Damn it" he thought, it was already five in the afternoon; it would land much later than he predicted! Elena was never thought of the feasibility of her stupid childish plan before taking action! She was always reacting to an idea in a split second….he smiled….Exactly like him in a way! But, she didn't have the luxury to play with fire like he often did; she was human, and way too fragile for what she was preparing herself to go against.
Nine O'clock rang on the big clock in the luxury hotel reception when he finally opened the glass front door and came in, walking quickly towards the two young ladies waiting behind the marble reception counter. Two options: using his charm to bring them under his spell to obtain Elena's bedroom number, or, compel them to obtain the same information, the hows did not matter much to him; he only wanted the end result!
"Good evening ladies!" Damon said with one of his killer smiles.
"Good evening sir! Welcome to the Sheraton." The young brunette of the two answered blushing, giving a nudge in the ribs of her colleague to make her notice the gorgeous man in front of them, while retaining a strong desire to laugh. "My name is Joy, and Leanne is in training today, she will take care of your hotel registration with me at her side."
"Rookie….My luck!"thought Damon already bothered by the precious time he was obviously going to loose!
"Good evening sir! My name is Leanne." The petite blonde rookie repeated to him. "May I have your name, reservation number, or confirmation e-mail paper if you have it with you?"
Yep! It was going to be more of a hassle that he initially thought! Compulsion seemed more and more probable!
"Ladies, I'm in a kind of a hurry…I don't exactly have a reservation yet…" Damon started before being stopped on his track.
"Not a problem…" The brunette answered, smiling sarcastically at her colleague. "Leanne will book you a room with us, for how many nights sir?"
Compulsion it is!
"Leanne, look at me!" Damon said to the young woman.
"Yes sir!" Leanne replied staring at his eyes, her speechless confused colleague standing at her side.
"Look in your computer system, find me Elena Gilbert's room number, and give me the key card double." Damon compelled her to do.
"Leanne! It's against the hotel policy you can't do that!" The brunette said to her compelled colleague.
Damon turned his sight to the other girl.
"You will forget all about this incident after your colleague gives me Elena Gilbert's room number." Damon compelled her also.
"Yes!" She replied to him nodding her head.
Finally! Damon thought, getting out of the elevator on the twelfth floor, searching for the room #1254. He gently knocked on the bedroom door but without any luck of having Elena open it. He looked at his watch, nine forty five p.m., of course she had already left, probably to eat before offering herself on a silver platter to Klaus! "Damn it!" He thought, in his hurry he had forgotten the double of the room key on the front counter! He looked up in the corridor, seeing a cleaning lady walking out of an adjacent bedroom with towels on her arms.
"Hi…" Damon started smiling, taking rapid steps toward her present position. "What's you name?" He then asked.
"Señor, yo no hablo Inglés, lo siento."
Sir, I don't speak English, I'm sorry.
The young Spanish woman replied very shyly to him.
« Usted no habla Inglés, Eso no es es problema par ami, hablo español.¿Cuál estu nombre? »
"You don't speak English? That's not a problem for me, I speak Spanish. What is your first name?" Damon replied smiling at her, in a perfect Spanish language.
For as long as he could remember he had always loved Spanish, especially the pure sensuality related to the rolling of these words in his mouth.
"Señor, mi nombre es Liilia."
"Sir, my name is Liilia." The lady replied smiling at him.
"Liilia, qué hermoso nombre! Su nombre proviene deuna florno es así?"
"Liilia what a beautiful name… Your name is coming from a flower isn't it?" Damon asked her.
"Sí señor. Es raro que un caballero sabe mucho sobre los nombres de flores."
"Yes Sir. It's rare that a gentleman knows so much about flowers names." The lady replied smiling at him.
"No es que yo sé mucho de flores; eslo que yo sémucho más acerca delas mujeres Liilia"
"It's not that I know much about flowers; it is that I know much more about women, Liilia"Damon replied to her with a wink of an eye and a smirk on his lips, while gently putting one of his hands on her left shoulder and starting to compel her.
"Liilia, que se abrirá en el número de habitación 1254 por mí con sullave maestra, entonces tendra que irse y olvidarse de todo al respecto."
"Liilia, you will open the bedroom number 1254 for me with your master key, then you will leave and forget all about it."
"Sí señor… " The Spanish compelled lady replied to him, nodding her head, walking straight to the said number bedroom door, and opening it for him.
"Gracias Chiquita!" Damon replied to the lady who was already turning her back at him.
Damon entered the bedroom and threw his leather bag on the floor, before getting rid of his black leather jacket.
"Elena?" He called just in case, without any answer.
He walked towards the bed and noticed her small luggage left open on top of it; he took in his right hand a silk white camisole, and brought it to his face to smell her scent, while closing his eyes. Clear erotic images of their last night together flashed back in his mind. He suddenly opened his eyes and threw back the camisole on top of the bag with a mad grin on his face. He had to stop this nonsense now! She had chosen! She had chosen not be with him! And he had promised her to not try to touch her or be with her in the future. But he never promised her to not keep her safe till they found a way of getting rid of both Elijah and Klaus! Then, only then, he would leave Mystic Fall for ever. He could not endure the sight of her with his brother, not after the night they shared together. He loved her so much. He bent over to reach his leather bag on the floor, entering the washroom to get change, a hot Latino night was waiting for him, probably mixed with a little bit of blood!
Elena entered the Night Club after being stamped on her right hand with the Latin Quarter Night Club dark blue imprint. The young Latin security man had checked her out with admiration from head to toe, before showing her with a smile that she could enter inside. She had managed to dress herself to look older than her age, with the help of one of Jenna's dresses and shoes. She was wearing a very short lace dress with a very deep cut out back, with three inch black sandal high heels, plus a small black neck scarf to hide her small wounds, finalizing her look with her hair in an up loose bun, with a few strands escaping from it and a sophisticated makeup which was reflecting a more mature version of herself. She walked inside towards the dance floor, and took a couple of minutes to adjust her eyes to the blackness present inside these closed walls. A loud rhythmic Latino music was blasting from the speakers in every corner of the dance floor, couples were already dancing. She nervously rubbed her hands against her dress. She needed to calm herself down as soon as possible. She directed her walk towards the bar and took a place on a silver stool.
"What can I serve you beautiful? ¿Qué puedo servirle hermosa" the Barman asked, smiling at her and leaning on top of the counter to be understood correctly by Elena despite of the loud music noise.
"I don't know…I usually don't drink …What are you suggesting?" Elena asked him.
"First time here isn't it?" He asked with his Spanish accent.
"Yes…" Elena shouted for him to hear her.
"I'll prepare you a Mojito Senorita, rum, mint leaves, sugar, lime juice, soda, typically Cuban drink…o.k.?" The barman asked her.
"O.K…" Elena replied smiling at him.
Elena turned on her stool to face the dance floor; a new Salsa song was leading the majority of the people on the dance floor. It was impossible for her to grasp all of the intensity of the Club with a single look. First, everybody was kissing everybody as a greeting gesture; second, the colorful sexy outfits of the women were balancing perfectly the black fitted outfits of the men, and the pure sensuality of their touches on the dance floor. Third, the pure erotic vibration of the music, her own feet following the tempo, Elena never experienced this euphoria of happiness that people were sharing simply because of the music and the dance, or did she? She suddenly thought…loosing her smile. Yes! She had experienced all of this with a similar sensual pleasure…With Damon! She closed her eyes and images of last night came in flashes in her mind. A tear rolled out of her eyes, and she swept it away with her back hand. Damon was her past; she would cherish these memories in her heart forever.
"A beautiful Senorita like you should never cry!" The barman said to her while sliding her Mojito glass in front of her.
"How much do I owe…" Elena started.
"It's on the house till midnight Senorita." The barman answered nodding his head in negation. "It's the way the manager is able to bring beautiful woman like you in here!" The barman continued explaining to her.
"Thank you!" Elena said putting a tip on the counter for him before taking a sip of her drink. "It's good!" She said smiling back at him.
"Have you been working here for long?" Elena asked him nervously, trying to make him talk.
"Almost a year…I like it, good people, good ambiance, good music, usually it's always the same people who are coming back every week…Except when beautiful Senorita like you show up of course….And the tips are good, and on top of it, it's New York!" He said to her.
"I was wondering…I'm searching for someone…and I've been told that he was often in here…." Elena started.
"Ask away Senorita, I know a lot of people…." The barman replied.
"His name is …." Elena started swallowing before continuing. "…Klaus…I need to see and speak to Klaus…could you help me?"
The barman froze, suddenly avoiding eye contact, and nervously cleaning the bar counter.
"No I don't know him…And I can't help you." The barman replied to her.
"Please! I can see that you know something…I have to meet with him…Please!" Elena screamed to him, her voice being buried by the loud music.
"I have other customers Senorita…Excuse-me!" The barman answered back to her while walking to the other side of the bar.
Elena took her glass in her shaking hands, drinking it in a rapid gulp, before asking to be served again by another barman. She had all night to convince that Spanish man to bring her to Klaus.
Two random Spanish women were following the outside line to enter the Club, being stamped on both of her hands by the same Latino security man before entering inside.
"Jessica! Stop fussing around…It's your birthday, and we're going dancing! End of the story!"
"Gabriella, we are here every week…I'm fed up…It's always the same crowd of men! Not like the most gorgeous man will appear by miracle!" The young Spanish woman replied to her lady friend, while making big hands gestures, hitting by mistake the man behind her.
"Sorry!" She saidwithout even looking at him.
"No need to be!" A warm sensual voice replied to her.
"Santa María de Jesús, Jessica look! …¡Dios mío! Look at the Greek God who just passed you by! »
That said Jessica turned around; making a cross sign in front of her chest looking with her open mouth at the man who was standing behind her, and that she just hit by mistake a second ago.
Black leather boots, tight fitted black leather pants, black belt with a Silver-tone "D" logo buckle, silk white shirt open on a muscular chest, his sleeves rolled up on his muscular forearms, a beginning of stubble beard on his face, out of bed black hair, no doubt about it, Damon Salvatore just entered the Latino Quarter Night Club, with all women fixating their sights at him with open mouth and admiration of what was obviously out of their reach for tonight!
He turned and looked at both Gabriella and Jessica while giving them a smirk and a wink of an eye.
"Ladies, good evening...Las señoras,buenas noches…You dropped this..." Damon said smiling at both of them, before bending on the floor to pick up a white scarf.
Jessica took the scarf from Damon's hands.
"Gracias…" She replied with a shaky voice, her friend standing still at her side, both astonished by his sexy looks.
"You're welcome…Usted es bienvenido" Damon replied smiling at both of them.
Damon approached the dance floor, putting his two hands on his waist, with suddenly a serious grin on his face, looking around to find Elena, but without any luck with this first look.
Elena was still sitting at the bar, trying to find a way to approach and talk to the said barman again, who seemed to know way more that he wanted to share, and was obviously at avoiding her.
"Looking for a good time baby?" A random Spanish man asked her while leaning his body on the bar counter at a near inch of her. "You want me to buy you a drink?"
"No thank you, I have one….Actually I'm waiting for someone…" Elena replied lying to the man who seemed already a bit drunk in her eyes.
"But I think you found the one you were waiting for in me Sweetheart." The man replied laughing at her before sliding one of his hands on her naked back, putting his lips on her neck.
"Please don't do that…" Elena angrily replied to the man, turning on her silver stool to face him, while pushing him gently away from her. "I told you I'm waiting for someone!"
"And where is that mystery man? I don't see anybody!" The man said turning on himself and searching everywhere as a sarcastic gesture "Where is the invisible man….Who's with you sweetheart?" The man said to her laughing.
"It's me!" A voice replied strongly to the Spanish man.
Elena felt Goosebumps appear all over her body, she closed her eyes thinking that she would faint from the shock! No need for her to turn around to verify, she already knew, that voice could only belong to one man!
"Now, step away from her and don't show your face anywhere near me again, am I clear?" Damon said to the man.
"Hey amigo…" The intruderstarted while walking backwards slowly away from Elena and the bar. "Everything is fine….She's yours o.k., no problemo here!" The men said to them before leaving.
"Damon! What are you doing here?" Elena asked turning on herself to look at him. "How did you found me?" Elena continued pissed at him, before adding. "It's Jeremy! He told you?"
Damon grabbed one of her arms firmly, making her stand from her sitting position, pulling her towards him.
"Let go of my arm Damon…" Elena screamed angry at him.
Damon did not listen to her, and started his walk towards the club exit, Elena trailing after him.
"You're hurting me!"Elena said to him.
"Oh! I'm going to do way more than hurt you Elena!" Damon said angry at her. "This is by far the craziest most stupid idea that you ever had Princess!"
"Don't call me that!" Elena replied to him still trying to free herself of his steel grip. "Last night is behind us Damon! The deal is over! You have no more reason to take care of me!" She finally yelled sure of the hurt that sentence would create in him.
Damon suddenly stopped, stood still, and sarcastically laughed.
"You had to go there didn't you Elena!" Damon replied hurt by her claim.
"Don't you understand….I need to do this Damon…I have to protect the people I love!" Elena pleaded to him.
Damon turned to look at her.
"No, I don't understand Elena!" He simply answered, before continuing his walk. "Damn it!" Damon angrily said, stopping his walk and looking straight in front of him.
"What?" Elena asked him worrying about his sudden shown nervousness. Damon nodded his head in direction of the Club entrance to make her notice. Elijah was entering the Club, followed by three other men, vampires without a doubt, with two more guarding what seemed to be the only door exit for her and Damon.
"What are we going to do Damon?" Elena asked him.
"Well Elena! I don't know…Why don't you tell me? After all isn't it you who wanted to offer yourself on a silver platter to Klaus tonight?" Damon madly replied, looking at her in the eyes.
It was their first eyes contact since their last night together, and Elena felt shivers passing through her whole body. God …How good he was looking tonight….She had never seen him before with this stubble beard on his face, and she liked this new side of him. Damon suddenly took one loose strand of hair out of her face before sliding it behind her left ear, creating a pure fire inside her body.
"We'll be fine Elena! I won't let anything bad happen to you!" Damon finally said to calm her down. "Come…We must mingle with the crowd". He then took her hand firmly in his, forcing a passage through the large crowd surrounding the dance floor.
They mingled in the center of a large group who were obviously flirting with drinks, and laughing loudly with each other. They stood next to each other; her right hand still in his, Damon was looking around to fully feel if they had been seen or recognized yet or any indication of lurking danger. Elena looked around, exactly like he was doing, before suddenly sliding her sight to Damon's look. Her cheeks suddenly turning red at what she was seeing, God he was looking so sexy with what he was wearing tonight!
"You like what you're seeing Elena?" Damon asked her with a sarcastic smile on his face still looking around in the Club.
"What would be the point to respond to you…You have enough female admires here…" Elena started mad at him and the fact that he had noticed her checking him out.
Damon turned to look at her with the biggest smile on his face before starting to laugh.
"At least, they recognized that I have the whole package Elena!" He said to her with a wink of an eye.
"You have the biggest Ego on the planet Damon Salvatore!" She replied pissed at him, crossing her arms on her chest.
Damon changed his expression by putting a more serious grin on his face, grabbing her by the shoulders and asking her:
"Did you say to anybody that you were here tonight?"
"I…" Elena started blushing.
"God Elena….How stupid can you be!" He replied to her silent admission.
"I just asked a barman if he knew Klaus, nothing more…" She explained to him.
Damon nodded his head in pure negation and madness at her before seeing that more people were on the dance floor than mingling around, it was time for them to hide in the middle of crowd again, but this time on the dance floor!
"We have to move to the dance floor….Come!" Damon ordered, dragging her by the hand.
"Damon no …I …I don't know how to Salsa!" Elena pleaded to him.
"Well ….Elena, you'll learn!" Damon replied to her.
On the dance floor, Elena stood still in front of him looking straight into his eyes; the sound of her racing heart in her ears. A new Cuban song started blasting the speakers, with hundreds of couple rushing on the dance floor beside them… He turned her body around giving him the chance to look at her naked back; he slowly caressed her back with the back of his right hand in almost unnoticeable touch, causing a wave of shivers all over Elena's body. He slowly slid his chest in full contact with her naked back, sensually caressing his skin against her, putting his hands in each side of her hips, his head leaning on her left side of her face, his lips touching her ear.
"Relax Elena…" Damon whispered to her, pushing her hips from left to right in a rhythmic movement. "Feel the music..."
Elena closed her eyes, leaning her head on his chest, following his rhythmic pace. Early in the morning when she had left him, she would have never imagined being close to him so soon again.
"Where did you find that dress Elena? You look so damn sexy in it…" Damon whispered in her left ear.
"It's Jenna's…" Elena responded, feeling that her head starting to spin with the mix of alcohol effect and Damon's proximity.
"Mientras estás en mi baile de armas, que es elmio Elena...Vamos a hacer el amor el uno al otro en el suelo."
"As long as you're in my arms dancing, you're mine Elena...We'll make love to each other on the floor." Damon seductively continued to murmur in her left ear.
"When did you learn Spanish?" A surprised Elena asked him.
"1934 to be exact..." Damon started smiling still keeping his pace on her hips. "A beautiful Spanish woman introduced me to the pleasure of the Spanish culture" He explained, pushing down her neck scarf to put his lips on the almost unnoticeable wounds.
"Damon please….Don't do that!" Elena whispered feeling a well known wetness emerging between her legs.
"We have to play the part Elena! There is no boundaries here….Every man on the dance floor is making love to his partner with every dancing step they make…Look around!" Damon said to her.
Elena opened her eyes to only agree with the truthfulness of Damon's words. Every move, every turn, every touch was a clear image of lovemaking on the dance floor, putting a pure fire on her cheeks.
"It's still all just a show, isn't it?" Elena replied to him to bother him more for not agreeing with his saying.
He turned her body in full contact with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"You want me to prove it to you? Is it a dare Elena…Because I'm willing to prove you wrong by making love to you on this dance floor….without even any need of being naked!"
The DJ voice was suddenly heard in the speaker's club:
"Bienvenido! Welcome to the Latin Quarter Night Club! Tonight is a crazy night amigos! Our semi-annual Salsa dancing contest will start a bit later in the night…And I always have for you a mix of your favorite Salsa songs with today's American hits! But for now, I have a special request from Gabriella who wants to wish a happy Birthday to Jessica; this is one of her favorite, an old Rihanna song, for you Jessica: "Please don't stop the music".
The more up dance tempo song started with Elena looking straight into Damon's eyes.
"It's now time to prove you wrong sweetie!" He whispered to her with a demonic look in his eyes.
The dance floor was packed with people, bringing Elena into closer contact with Damon. He encircled her waist pulling her into his chest, sliding his right hand on her naked back, lowering his head on the left side of her neck before biting her ear lobe gently, making her gasp suddenly for air, and closing her eyes.
"Damon…." She whispered. "People will see us!"
"Nobody is watching Elena!" He replied whispering to her.
Raising his head up, he locked his eyes again with hers, raising her arms straight in the air, whispering to her to keep them in that position, before slowly sliding his own open hands on the length of her arms, creating a wave of Goosebumps all over Elena's body. He slid further down to each side of her chest, cupping her breasts on each side, continuing his sliding to her thighs, before raising the bottom of her dress as high as possible on her thighs without being to obvious.
Devil man that he was! Elena thought…she was already so wet between her legs, gasping for air, and not being able to keep her eyes open.
Sliding one of his knees, he forced her to open her legs, keeping his right leg between hers, elevating her body by grabbing her by the waist. He repositioned her, sitting her on his right thigh, her legs open, and her dress as high as it could get, her panties in direct contact with the leather fabric of his right leg. He started to move on the tempo, rubbing her privates with his right leg movement, creating an unbearable erotic friction.
Elena grabbed his shoulders with her two hands, still grasping for air, without even noticing that she was rubbing her privates herself, feeling the wetness intensify and her clit reaching the non return of arousal.
"Like the song Elena…Let go…Come for me…listen: Don't you feel the passion ready to explode? What goes on between us no-one has to know, this is a private show…." Damon whispered to Elena ear in tempo with the song.
Elena would not believe it if she hadn't experienced it herself! She came! Directly on the dance floor…She simply climaxed dancing to a Rihanna song in Damon's arms!
"What was I telling you Elena?" Damon sarcastically whispered in Elena's left ear, obviously very proud of himself.
Her head was resting on his right shoulder, she raised it before seeing two women at the bar looking at them with open eyes and mouth.
"Did you see what I saw Gabriella?" Jessica asked her friend.
"¡Dios mío! Yes I did!" Gabriella answered.
Elena and Damon suddenly turned their heads, feeling that danger was lurking near them, before seeing two vampire men standing at their side.
"Damon Salvatore, Follow us without making a scene!" One of them ordered Damon to do, both of them encircling him, and grabbing on each side one of his arms, leaving Damon with no other choice but to follow them to what seemed to be Elijah's whereabouts.
"Damon!" Elena screamed.
"Go to the bar Elena…" He ordered her to do. "Stay there…and wait for me…I'll be fine!" before being dragged along by the two vampires.
Elena turned around, and walked with shaky legs toward the bar, grabbing its edge to help support herself. This was all her fault! She should have known that Damon would follow her…It was one thing to put herself in danger; it was another to put the man she loved in danger! She raised her head to see the previous barman that she spoke to in front of her.
"I'm sorry…" He said with a sad look on his face.
"Give me a glass of alcohol now!" She ordered him to do.
The two vampire men let go of Damon's arms, pushing him in front of a Spanish lady who was standing in front of a staircase. Long brown hair, with blonde highlights, big golden hoops in her ears, wearing black leather pants with high silver heeled sandals, a silver tube top, and white silk blouse open on top of it.
"You have good taste in clothes." The woman said to him, sliding her sight on his body. "I'm sorry…I had no choice but to handle you this way…" The Spanish lady continued explaining to him.
"Who are you?" Damon asked her.
"My name is Allysia Domango, but everybody here calls me Alli, I'm the Club owner." She explained to him. "I know what you are, and who you are…" She continued. "And I simply don't want any trouble in my Club."
"What's your gain in all of this?" Damon asked.
"I don't have any gain, Mr. Salvatore, I'm simply obliged to obey, as simple as that." She explained to him.
"To whom…" Damon asked.
"Tonight, Elijah…Very often, Klaus….I am simply against any bloodshedor lossof lifeinmy club, I hope you understand?" She continued.
Damon nodded his head.
"What they have on you?" Damon asked.
The Spanish lady looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"My father was the club owner a of couple years ago; he was indebted to Klaus. I found him dead one night in his office."
"Klaus killed him?" Damon asked.
"I don't know! Makes no differences at this point…Klaus took a hold of this property. I had no choice… But he made a promise to me that he won't harm anybody in my club!" Alli explained to Damon.
"And you believe him?" Damon asked sarcastically.
"No, but I don't have any other option for the time being Mr. Salvatore." The Spanish lady replied to him.
"Follow me now…" She ordered climbing the stairs in front of them.
Alli entered the Club's office room with Damon following her closely; she turned around to look at Damon and invited him to pass the door arch with a hand gesture. Damon entered the room to see Elijah standing in front of an interior tainted window with a view on the dance floor, turning his head at their arrival.
"Thank you Alli!" Elijah said to her. She nodded her head, before leaving the office.
"Please, take a seat" Elijah said smiling to Damon.
Damon kept his standing position in front of him, with an intense serious gaze in his eyes.
"As you wish…." Elijah continued sitting on top of the desk. "So…Damon Salvatore… It was about time that we introduced ourselves formally, don't you think?" He asked.
"Get to the point Grandpa!" Damon replied to him.
"Ah Damon…..You know, I always enjoyed a good sense of humour…So damn important to have it in life, more so if you're a vampire!" Elijah replied to him before getting up from his sitting position, walking towards an open bar, and pouring a glass of alcohol.
"You want one?" Elijah asked, showing an empty glass to Damon. "You like bourbon, don't you?" Elijah continued making a point of knowing every detail of Damon's life.
Damon did not budge.
"My bad then…" Elijah started. "Now…I made a pact with the lovely Elena to protect the members of her family and friends, including you and your brother, and I always keep my promises. In exchange, as you surely already know, she will stay safe in Mystic Fall, living a normal life, and not putting herself in danger; but…she was not safe tonight, was she?" He then took a sip of his glass before continuing. "With your brother away from Mystic Fall with Caroline Forbes, on what I believe to be a rescue mission to Richmond to free Tyler Lockwood of a werewolf named Jules, and of course yourself who was not able to stop Elena on her mission to come here, I unfortunately don't feel the need to keep you both alive anymore." Elijah finished smiling and looking at Damon in the eyes.
"I'm dead already; maybe you did not get the memo." Damon replied sarcastically to him.
"It's a figure of speech." Elijah replied to him.
"So…Damon, as a goodness of my heart and my friendship for Elena…I'll give you another chance to prove yourself to me. She was very lucky tonight, Klaus had left the club's premises, but next time it could end badly for her." Elijah explained to him. "So, I suggest that you keep her close, and watch her every move" He added, before continuing. "You can go now, enjoy your night at the club with Elena!" Elijah finished with a smile and a nodding of his head.
Damon directed his walk towards the exit, showing only his back to Elijah, before stopping in his tracks inches from the door.
"Oh by the way Grandpa…." Damon started, his hand on the door handle, before continuing. "I don't know how, where or when, but I will kill you. As a figure of speech of course…" He then turned his head to look at him straight in the eyes. "And I always keep my promises!" He finished while opening the door and closing it behind him.
Damon quickly descended the stairs, to find Alli waiting for him.
"Elena?" He asked.
"Your lady friend is fine….She's still at the bar, nobody harmed her." The lady replied.
Damon nodded his head, passing quickly in front of her before turning one last time to look at her.
"Good luck!" Damon said.
"Thank you…Same to you Mr. Damon Salvatore!" Alli replied to him nodding her head.
Damon walked quickly towards the bar, only to see Elena laughing out loud to the same two Spanish ladies he had encountered at his arrival. With Elena's unbalanced standing in front of the bar, it was obvious to him that she had taken her fair share alcoholic drinks in a short period of time!
Damon grabbed one of her arms, turning her body to face him.
"You're here, they did not hurt you?" Elena said while grabbing the edge of the bar to keep her standing position.
"How many drinks did you have after I left?" Damon asked her, obviously very mad at her, holding her face with his two hands.
Elena started to giggle non stop.
"I don't know…A few…" Elena answered laughing at him. "I see two Damon's now! And it's way better than one …Let me tell you! You're soooo sexy!" Elena replied sliding her hands under his open white silk shirt, caressing his chest, before grabbing his arms to not fall. "These two ladies are my friends, Gab…iella…and J…ssica!" Elena said starting to miss her proper pronunciation of the words.
"We tried to stop her…We swear!" Gabriella said to him, while Jessica was nodding her head in approbation.
"It's o.k….Don't worry…" Damon replied, sliding one of his arms around Elena's waist to help her stand, before continuing. "We're leaving Elena!" Damon said passing her small evening bag across her shoulders.
"No…" Elena mumbled, while trying to push him. "Shh…" She murmured, putting a finger over her mouth as a silence gesture, while trying to keep her standing position with Damon's arm holding her. "I have a secret to tell you Damon I said to both of my friends that you were a God in bed!" She whispered. "And…" she continued. "I talk to them about your secret weapon!" She finished with a wink of an eye to him, before starting to giggle again.
"Yep…." Damon said. "You're definitely drunk!"
Both ladies were blushing at Elena's comments, while looking at Damon.
"She did not talk about your personal life, we swear!" Both Spanish ladies replied.
"Yes I did!" Elena complained to her new friends.
"O.K., we're leaving!" Damon said. "Thank you for taking care of her!"
The two Spanish ladies watched them walk towards the exit.
"That Lolita doesn't realize how lucky she is!" Gabriella said nodding her head in negation.
"Tell me about it Gabriella….I only wish it was me who was the drunken lady in his arms!" Jessica replied.
Damon stepped outside while holding a drunken Elena firmly in his arms, only to realize that it was pouring rain!
"My luck, on top of everything…." He angrily said to himself. "Can you stand?" He asked her before walking to the sidewalk to look around for a taxi in the street.
"It's raining…." Elena said while turning on herself under the rain and opening her mouth to catch some water drops, before losing her balance.
"Elena!" Damon screamed, reaching to catch her in his arms, grabbing her waist, taking her hands to place them on a near street light pole to help her stand. "I have to catch a taxi; try to hold on to this for a second!" He screamed at her.
They were both already soaking wet. Elena was holding herself on the light pole, looking with pure appreciation and a smile on her face at the erotic sight of Damon's wet white silk shirt on his muscular upper body, the rain dripping sensually off his skin.
Damon whistled for a yellow cab which stopped in front of them two minutes later, reaching for her again, and helping her direct her unbalanced walk to the car.
He then opened the right passenger door, Elena's head leaning on his chest with her eyes almost closed; barely standing on her own, he passed his right arm under her knees before scooping her in his arms.
"Damo…" She mumbled incoherently. "Let o of me…I ca wak…"
"You can barely stand and talk Elena; you're as drunk as you can get!" Damon replied angry at her, before opening the taxi passenger door and sliding her on the passenger seat.
"Buona Sera…" The Italian taxi driver said smiling to both of them, before losing his smile after saying the poor state of Elena.
"Sir…I don't want any trouble in my taxi o.k.?" The driver pleaded.
"Lock her side door!" Damon ordered the Italian taxi's driver to do, walking around the car to take his own place in it. "7th Avenue, Sheraton Hotel." He yelled to the driver who was lurking at them in his car mirror.
"The lady is pretty sick or she's pretty drunk? Is it a chick that you picked up at a bar?" The worried driver asked him.
"No…. she's more the dooplegängerof a whore that I slept with more then 145 years ago!" Damon started without even realizing his own admission, passing a nervous hand on his dripping wet hair and face. "….And the woman that I love!" He finished.
The taxi driver opened his eyes widely before raising them to heaven, making a cross sign in front of his own chest. He had been a taxi driver in New York for more than twenty years already; he knew that a lot of weirdo's were wondering around at night, and had encounters with a lot of them, but this…He never heard this stupid story before! He looked once again nervously in his mirror, fearing for his own safety, only to see Damon kissing the forehead of the young woman. And then he smiled. He didn't know what their crazy story was, but he could recognize love at first sight.
"I want to go home…." Elena mumbled.
"You're drunk Elena! It will pass soon…" Damon said to her, caressing her hair gently. "…and you're freezing…" He continued before rubbing her arms to put blood circulation back in them.
"You're worried about your lady friend aren't you?" The man asked him. "I will try to go as fast as I can for her not to catch pneumonia!"
Damon looked up at the man's sight in the mirror without answering him, but nodding his head in appreciation of his suggestion. The man reached for a polar vest placed on his side driver seat and threw it at Damon.
"Put it on the shoulders of the young lady, it will help!" The man said to him.
"Thank you!" Damon replied before wrapping Elena with it.
"Son…You know what my Mama was always telling me…Believe in true love, and it will believe in you! I've been married with my Angela for more than 35 years now…the real love of my life!"
"I love you!" Elena whispered to Damon as her eyes closed, making him raise one of his eyebrows at her sudden drunken admission.
"What did I told you! Amor…Amor…Amor…Amor…" The man said to him smiling.
Damon turned his sight to the car window. It's not like Elena was ever going to tell him these words sobered! She was probably thinking about his brother at this present moment. The taxi driver kept his promise; they arrived at the hotel destination only ten minutes later.
Damon entered the hotel elevator still holding Elena by the waist; he pushed the 12th floor button, but as the doors were slowly sliding they were stopped on their way up by a mid-age couple holding them to enter.
"Mmh….You taste so good…" Elena started. "Can I lick every drop of water away from your body…." She then murmured to Damon, leaning her head to start licking his neck.
The lady looked at them with a non-appreciative expression on her face, looking disgusted at their behaviour and wet clothes, giving a nudge in the ribs of her spouse to signify her dislike. The man pushed a floor button, raised his shoulders and nodded his head signifying that he was only an innocent bystander.
"Elena, stop!" Damon warned her, with a smile addressed to the couple. "…She's a bit drunk…Crazy night!" He then explained smiling to the couple, while pushing Elena's head away from his neck.
But the drunken Elena was not so easily deterred from her original idea of making Damon hers, she continued by sliding her right hand from his chest to his waist, going down to his crotch, rubbing his manhood sensually through the leather fabric.
"Don't!" Damon warned her with a finger gesture, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from him.
"But I want to play with Junior!" Elena giggled at a near inch of his right ear.
"Who…" Damon asked, while one second later understanding her comment. "Elena, get a grip!" He ordered her with a mid serious and mid amused grin on his face. "God!" he thought this drunken Elena was too much fun for him to handle!
"Is Junior playing hide and seek?" Elena asked Damon, putting one of her fingers in her mouth, in a suggestive in and out gesture.
"Junior is not available for you, end of the story!" Damon replied laughing at her despite his attempt to stay serious.
The elevator stopped at the eleventh floor, the door sliding open, letting the pissed woman getting out with her spouse following her. "This is my last visit to this hotel!" she proclaimed to the man.
"See what you've done?" Damon started with a false mad grin on his face.
"I don't care about them…." Elena started with a pounded face. "I just want to play and make love to you!" She continued, putting her head on his shoulder before passing out of exhaustion.
"Elena?" Damon asked. "Great!" He continued, noticing that she had passed out, lifting her in his arms and getting out of the elevator before directing his walk to the bedroom door.
He reached for the bedroom key card in her evening bag, before sliding it in the door detector. He then entered the bedroom, looking directly at the side table clock, showing midnight with big red signs. With a bit of luck, if he could properly manage to wake her up in the shower, they could fly back on the one thirty red eyes plane.
He entered the adjacent bathroom, still holding her in his arms, before sitting her on the toilet seat, sliding the shower curtain open and opening the cold water facet.
"Mmh…." He heard Elena mumble in her teeth. "…What are you doing?" She asked him her eyes still half closed.
"Waking you up princess…" He replied before raising her up in a standing position and reaching for her back zipper.
"Are….Are we finally go…ing to mak… lov…" Elena mumbled in her teeth.
"That's the kind of question you shouldn't ask me now!" Damon replied to her before sliding her wet dress at her feet.
"My dr…ess….is ruined!" She mumbled again.
"Yep…And Auntie Jenna won't be happy!" Damon replied with a sarcastic smile on his face.
She was not wearing any bra; her nipples standing straight as rock. Damon felt a well known hardness emerging, stretching in his crotch under the leather pants. He undid the knot of her scarf, before dropping it on the floor, he sat her down again, before removing his own shirt and opening his belt, sliding his zipper, removing his boots and leather pants. He stood in front of her in a pair of very tight black boxers, which he then also removed. He raised her up again in his arms before sliding his hands either side of her lace panties to let it drop on the floor.
"Up in the shower we go!" He said entering with her in the shower, before turning the cold water on the shower head.
When the cold water hit Elena's body she screamed from the top of her lungs, being kept in place by Damon's grip on her.
"Let me go!" She screamed once more but more coherently this time after a couple of minutes under it.
"Not a chance sweetheart…Not yet…" Damon replied to her.
"I hate you!" She screamed.
"See you're feeling much better already Elena!" Damon replied holding her two wrists in a solid grip on top of her head, his body against her.
"You're doing it in purpose…as revenge!" She continued to scream. "I'm freezing Damon, Please!" She pleaded to him tears running on her face.
He let go of her hands, and bent over to turn the warm facet on, passing a hand on his wet hair and locking his eyes with hers. Elena could hear her pounding heart in her ears. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts.
"You're o.k. now?" Damon asked sliding the back of his right hand on her cheek. "I had to do this Elena!" Damon tried to explain, looking straight into her watery eyes.
Elena swept away a running tear from her face; slowly approaching her shivering naked body to his, putting her arms around his neck, her head on his right shoulder, and hugging him in her arms, before letting her tears flow abundantly .
"Elena…" Damon whispered while closing his eyes and putting both of his hands on her back. "You're going to be o.k. sweetie; it's just the stress….let it all out."
Elena raised her head from his shoulders, locking her eyes with his, approaching her lips to his, and sliding her hands on his chest in a suggestive caress. Damon suddenly turned his head to the side to avoid her contact, with a mad look on his face. He took her wrists with his hands to gently push her away from him. He pushed her whole body outside of his arms comfort, bending to close the water faucet, and got out of the shower, leaving a tormented Elena behind him.
He reached for a body towel, vigorously wiping the water dripping on his body, before wrapping the towel around his waist without even raising an eye at her. He took in his hands another body towel, turned around and gave it to her.
"We don't have all night for your pity play Elena… You already made me waist a lot of my precious time today…dress yourself…and then we're leaving." Damon said harshly to her before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Elena was still in the shower, fully pressing her back against the shower tiles to help her stand on her two feet, when a pure rage emerged from inside her. She angrily stepped out of the shower, and wrapped herself with the towel, before opening the bathroom door, directing her walk to where Damon was standing, near the bed.
She firmly grabbed his right arm to force him to look at her. He turned his sight at her, surprised to see her out of the bathroom so soon. She opened the towel and let it drop to her feet, before reaching to remove the clip from her hair, letting it fall in cascades on her back.
"You have a problem with my naked body Damon?" She angrily asked him.
Damon looked at her naked, angrier than ever.
"Don't go there!" He said as a warning. "What game are you playing? It's you who decided to not be with me Elena, not the other way around! I promised not to touch you after last night…and I always keep my promises."
"And you…." She replied mad as hell at him. "You can't see that I was worrying sick about you! Worrying so much to be that drunk for the first time in my life! I did not know if you were going to come back alive or not….And it killed me inside!" She screamed at him.
"Why don't you call your boyfriend instead to just to say hi to him, or to verify if he's still alive instead of worrying about me!" Damon angrily responded to her.
She slapped him on his left cheek with all the anger she had in her. He stood for a second surprised, rubbing his cheek with his hand and raising his killer look on her.
She took a few steps backward afraid of him.
"You should run little girl!" Damon warned her.
She turned quickly, trying to escape into the bathroom, but he grabbed her by the waist, before throwing her body on the bedroom wall, his body covering hers without any way for her to escape.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you Elena? That's what you really want…Why you don't say it?" Damon angrily whispered in her ear, his hand clutching Elena's throat. "Let's fuck then! Let me fuck you hard all night! Without any feelings, just sex Elena, that's what you wanted from me all along isn't it?"
She tried to push him with all she had in her, but she had not recovered her strength yet, the alcohol still coursing in her system. He approached his lips to hers, but she turned her head to avoid him.
"What? You don't want to kiss me now…But you wanted to do it in the shower five minutes ago… Aren't you a little teaser Elena, offering your naked body to me…but refusing to be touched five seconds later!" Damon said to her.
"Go to hell!" She screamed at him.
"Already there with you by my side sweetheart!" He replied to her, before raising her in his arm and throwing her on the bed, he got rid of the towel on his own waist, his hard cock fully erected, pushing her once again on the bed, sliding his muscular body on top of her, angrily opening her closed legs with one push of his knee, keeping her arms in his hands above her head.
"Fuck you!" Elena screamed again from the top of her lungs.
"No Elena, fuck you!" Damon replied entering his hard cock with a profound push in her sensitive wet walls, standing still in that position and looking at her in the eyes.
Elena closed her eyes; she would not give him the satisfaction to see her reaction to this! He started to move in an insane in and out movement, rubbing her clit intensively with the position of his pelvis, before completely stopping his movement again, his cock almost out of her. She started to turn her head from left to right without her knowledge, moaning for him to stop, when her body wanted the complete opposite.
"Say it!" Damon ordered. "Damon I want you to fuck me all night!"
"Never…." She screamed, knowing perfectly well that this battle was lost in advance for her, but she would not give up!
He bent his head licking one of her ultra sensitive hard nipples with the tip of his tongue, before sucking it in his mouth, his stubble creating an intense mix of sensations on her breast. Elena raised her hips to meet him despite of her knowledge of it, trying to slide his hard cock inside of her, causing him to withdraw completely from the inside of her walls.
"Say it!" He whispered one more time, raising his head from her chest to look at her.
She bit her lips hard, trying to stop the urge to scream what he wanted to hear, he was pressing his cock on the lips of her entrance, making her contract inside in an invitation for him to enter.
"Fuck me…" She screamed from the top of her lungs. "…Fuck me hard Damon!"
"That's my girl!" He proudly said, sliding his long hard cock inside of her once again, liberating her hands from his firm grip, before crashing his mouth on hers, sliding his tongue between her lips to make her open her mouth. She responded to his kiss with all the anger and passion for him that she had in her, putting her hands in his hair, in a mix of caressing and grabbing, before sliding them on his muscular back, scratching his skin with her nails. He was working her non-stop with a more rapid profound pace, making her reach pure erotic sensations, feeling an intense burning fire between her legs that could only be stopped with more of his deep thrusting movements.
He suddenly turned his body around with her now in top of him, she raised her upper body from her laying position on him, sitting firmly with her hands on his chest, he raised himself up in a half sitting position also, grabbing her bottom firmly to bring her in full contact with him, sliding his hand sensually on her back. He encircled her waist firmly with one of his arm, and caressed her hair with his other hand. She opened her legs wider, directing her pelvic bones in further contact of his skin, her clit rubbing against him with each thrusting movement. She felt her first orgasm coming to her, and her breathing intensified. She grabbed his shoulders, and dropped her head an inch away from his face, her eyes locked with his. She finally closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and screamed his name when a wave of intense contractions hit her, leaving her breathless in his arms.
"Eres mía Elena, siempre será el mío!"
"You're mine Elena, You will always be mine!" Damon whispered to her in Spanish, before crashing into her with a final push, and taking his own intense pleasure.
Elena's head was resting on his chest, his arms around her, one of his hands in her hair caressing it; he suddenly laid a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"So, you told them that I was a God in bed then?" Damonasked her sarcastically.
Elena raised her head, looking at him mid pissed mid amused before giving him a good nudge in his ribs.
Damon started to laugh, followed soon by Elena's laughter.
"You shouldn't make fun of me…It was awful…I will never be drunk like this in all my life again!" Elena replied smiling before putting her head back on his chest.
"Well, me and Junior we'll tried to be nice from now on!" Damon said before bursting into laughter again.
Elena raised her head again, looking at him with angry eyes.
"Not fair Damon, Stop! I am beyond embarrassed!" Elena asked him.
Damon smiled at her while caressing one of her cheeks with his right hand.
"You were so adorable and cute!" He said smiling, before taking her chin in his hand and approaching his lips to hers, giving a gentle kiss.
"I'm so tired…I haven't slept for more than forty height hours…I only took a short nap in the plane…" Elena explained before dropping her head in exhaustion on his chest again.
"You should sleep!" Damon gently ordered her to do.
"We missed our plane!" She replied smiling.
"Pretty much…." Damon said with a laugh. "Tomorrow, I will get up early, and pick up coffee and English muffins…So when you wake up, you will have your breakfast, before leaving for the airport. How's that sound?"
"Great!" She started, smiling before losing her smile. "Do you need blood?" Elena asked suddenly worrying about his needs.
"I'll be fine till tomorrow…." Damon explained to her contracting every muscles of his body, reminded by her of this constant animal urge in him.
"I could…." Elena started.
"No Elena…You couldn't!" Damon replied to her with a strong warning in his voice, knowing perfectly well what she was suggesting.
"Would you keep me in yours arms all night?" Elena asked him before kissing his chest with a sweet kiss.
"Yes I will…" Damon responded to her.
"I'm so happy that you're alive…I was so worried about you when you left to see Elijah…" Elena explained to him.
"Don't think about that or him, just sleep…" Damon replied to her, giving her a second kiss on her forehead, before noticing that she had fallen asleep in his arms, one minute later falling into a deep sleep himself.
Damon had woken up with a killer good mood! He left her sleeping in the bed, dressed himself, and walked out to find her the breakfast he promised her. He did not know what last night meant for them, he only knew three things, first, that she cared way more that he thought about him, second, that his brother was still out of town, and third that she was going back to Mystic Fall with him!
He got out of the elevator with a killer smile on his face, rapidly walking to the bedroom door.
"I love you Stefan!" Elena said before closing her cell phone.
In that exact moment Damon entered the bedroom, freezing his movement under the door arch after hearing Elena's love confession to his brother, a bag of English muffins, and coffee in his hands. He slowly dropped the bag and the coffee on the floor, before closing the door silently behind him.
He walked into the corridor with a mad tormented look on his face and tears in his eyes, like an animal, pacing back and forth, he needed blood! He needed blood now! His six senses in alert, he suddenly turned, and saw Liilia, the Spanish cleaning lady, she was entering a bedroom with fresh wash clothes in her hands, leaving the door open behind her. It did not take more than a second for Damon to reach the bedroom in his vampire speed.
Elena turned and noticed the paper bag and coffee on the floor near the door, she bent over to reach them, at first surprised and then worried, before opening the bedroom door, and taking a look in the corridor. She stepped out of the room, and started to walk.
"Damon?" She called without any answer back from his part.
She noticed that a bedroom door was half opened, she pushed it. Only to see Damon with his fangs entered in a cleaning lady's neck, blood flowing abundantly on the victim's body.
"Oh my God Damon…" Elena said in a shallow whisper, putting a hand in front of her mouth to keep her from screaming.
"Thank you with all my heart to Leanne! Thank you also to Gabi, her Sacrifice fan video inspired this chapter big time….Next chapter name: Broken heart. Writer's note: The entire phone conversation of Stefan & Elena will be written soon in the chapter three (3) of my cross over story: An unexpected love affair. Always a pleasure to read your comments."
