Forever Got Too Long

By: Darkest Ember

Chapter 9: Rip Me Open


SUMMARY: Damon is tired of struggling, tired of never being enough. So, he decides to do something about it, regardless of whether or not Elena is willing to accept reality at first. Takes place after 2x16 The House Guest, without Isobel's appearance. Will Damon become a bigger threat to Elena than Klaus, or will he become her new lover? This story will be strictly DamonxElena, with some potential developments for some StefanxKatherine scenes later on.

WARNING: This story is going to involve a darker, meaner side to Damon at some points. Some things are going to happen between him and Elena that probably will never happen in the show, but that's the fun of Fanfiction :) There will be violence, language, sexual situations, and gore in future chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. This is written for entertainment purposes.

PREVIOUSLY:"Guess what, Elena?" he said in a singsong voice. He glanced at her over his shoulder with a smug smirk. "Apparently, the barrier doesn't keep me inside."


Damon knew he didn't have to rely on any additional supernatural speed boosters to catch Jeremy. He could already smell blood, suggesting that Jeremy must've fallen a couple times. With some luck, perhaps he'd broken a bone or two.

He strolled out the front door and stopped to stretch once he reached his car. "Do you need anything while I'm out? Groceries? Maybe some chocolate?"

Elena ignored his taunting tone and leaped off the couch, going as far forward as the barrier would permit. She tried pushing a hand through it, but ended up only colliding with it. "Damon, don't leave," she pleaded. "That would be stupid."

"And why's that?" he asked distantly, leaning into the car and igniting the engine.

"Obviously someone is planning to do something to me if they went through all the trouble of casting a spell that keeps just me inside of this house. What if it's Klaus?"

"It was probably just Bonnie making sure I can't kidnap you again."

"No," she said strongly. There was no way Bonnie would do this to her without informing her in some way, or mentioning something along those lines to Damon when she spoke to him earlier. "I really don't think it was her."

"Even if it's not, something tells me whoever did it won't attack at 5:45 AM."

"You're making a mistake!" she said, voice raw with fear.

"I don't think that adding one more to my endless list of mistakes will really make much of a noticeable difference." He reached further into the car, his hands feeling around in the back seat. What could he be looking for? Elena wondered.

"It will make a difference – once I'm dead."

"Has anyone ever told you that you can be such a drama queen?"

Elena ignored his comment in favor of realizing just how legitimate her argument could be. She was almost certain that this wasn't Bonnie's doing, which meant that it has to be Klaus-related. Who else would want to keep her locked in a house like this? Of course, Damon's motives seemed to fit the bill, but she dismissed the possibility. Damon wanted control and asking a witch to help didn't exactly give him much dominance.

For once, Elena wished that she wasn't right. Before she had just been concerned for Jeremy's sake, but now, her life was also on the line. And Damon was being too stubborn to realize it. What else could she say that would resonate with him? Her mind snapped out of deliberation once she heard a familiar sound.

Her eyes wildly focused on Damon and what was in his hands. He was holding one of Alaric's specialized shotguns, made just for killing vampires by firing wooden bullets.

"What are you doing with that gun?" She could feel the fear rising up through her throat.

"Just going to do a little hunting, Elena. Aren't you getting hungry?"

"Jeremy isn't a vampire, dumbass. So I don't see why you need –."

"I didn't realize I was required to explain every detail of my plan to you, but if you insist, I'll tell you exactly how I'm going to kill your brother." He finished loading the last bullet in the chamber and turned his car off, stalking back toward the house. "I'm going to use these bullets to slow him down and just before he dies, I'll rip his magical, death-defying ring off and kill him for good."

She gasped, horrified by how fast he accounted for any obstacles. She was subconsciously shaking her head and allowing tears to drip slowly off her eyelashes, no longer feeling ashamed to do so in front of him.

Memories of when Damon had tried to force himself onto her…memories of when Damon snapped Jeremy's neck so easily, without any hesitation, revisited Elena's mind. It only added to her desperation in seeking a way to prevent it from happening again. And somehow this time seemed so much worse than the last – perhaps because Elena had seen what she assumed was the darkest side of Damon, the side that he usually worked so hard to keep away from her eyes.

There has to be some way to stop him, she thought firmly, shaking away the memories and focusing instead on the loaded gun in his hands. But to her discontent, there were only two things she could think of that Damon would be distracted by…

Elena was surprised that she wasn't just numb at this point, especially after all that she'd been through in such a short period of time. But she still felt so much, ironically making for a challenging situation. She knew that as much as she dreaded what would happen in the next hour or so, it needed to be done, if only to spare Jeremy's life.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to grab the nearest sharp object upon noticing that Damon's back was now facing her and getting further and further away. Elena took the knife and made a shallow, useless cut in the center of her palm. Cursing under her breath, she dug deeper and watched as blood began to pool out of the incision. That was the easy part.


Jeremy's heart thudded against his chest as he struggled through the woods and reached his car, leaping inside and locking it shut. His eyes scanned the trees, expecting Damon to pop out at any given second, but he was soon surprised to find that there was just still silence.

I know he saw me, Jeremy reasoned. We had eye contact, and even if we didn't I know his vision is much sharper than a human's. Not to mention that enraged expression he had. We need to get Elena away from him.

With that in mind, he sped down the back roads and headed over to Bonnie's house. To avoid angering Bonnie's father at this hour, he called her phone instead of banging recklessly on the front door.

"Mmmm, Jer, you know what time it is…right?" Bonnie mumbled sleepily.

"I know, and I'm really sorry. I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't an emergency."

For some reason the word "emergency" was always enough to wake people up, or bring them to their senses. "What? What's wrong?"

"I…I just was over at the house where Damon was keeping Elena and…well…I think she's in danger. She isn't safe with him, Bonnie. The look he gave me when he found me…"

"Jeremy!" Bonnie scolded. "Why would you put yourself in so much danger like that?"

"I couldn't sleep and I was getting bad vibes earlier. I'm not some little kid, Bonnie, you have to remember that."

Jeremy was slightly jarred by the sudden dial tone, but was relieved when Bonnie opened the front door and let him inside, seconds later.

"What makes you think Damon's dangerous for Elena to be around? Don't get me wrong, I don't like him, but you know how fiercely he protects her."

"He might protect her when the time comes, but from what I saw, it just looked like he was taking advantage of her in the meantime. I swear I saw blood."

Bonnie bit her lower lip, unsure of what to do. She had already planned on visiting later in the morning, when she was sure that she would get a response. Maybe that could be some kind of test. "Why don't we go there together in the morning and see how they act around us. We've both known Elena her whole life, don't you think we'll be able to tell if something's wrong?"

Jeremy nodded, acceptant toward the idea. "I'm sure there would be a way for her to tell us something cryptically without Damon knowing."

"But, just in case, it wouldn't hurt to have backup," she said, dialing a number on her phone.

The phone rang several times before being answered. "Just because I don't need to sleep doesn't mean I don't want to. I still like to pretend I'm human sometimes," Caroline muttered.

"Elena might be in trouble. We're going to investigate later today and we need your help."


Elena was slightly mesmerized by the crimson substance crawling across her skin. She stared at it, still not believing what she was about to do, for just a moment longer before acting. She unbuttoned her tattered jeans and let them drop to the floor. She ran her hand across her chest and down her torso, smearing the blood. Even still, when she pulled her hand back, a fresh, wet layer was still leaking from the wound.

"Damon, wait! I-I have something for you."

She instantly felt foolish once she heard his mocking laughter. He was still walking away. "Elena, there's nothing you can do to stop me from–."

The scent of blood had suddenly gotten much stronger behind Damon than from the woods in front of him where Jeremy ran. That could only mean…

He spun around and nearly dropped the gun when he took in the sight before him. Who would have ever expected Elena Gilbert to pull a stunt like this? Damon knew it couldn't be real…there had to be a catch. But it wouldn't hurt to investigate. It's not like Jeremy really had any place to hide from him.

Elena wasn't sure if she should be relieved or terrified as she watched him approach the house, discarding the gun in his car.

"What exactly do you have for me?" Damon breathed, pausing once he reached the door, just inches from Elena's nearly naked, bloody body.

She felt her cheeks burn red as he shamelessly ran his hungry eyes across her body. How could she possibly endure this, if she couldn't even handle the way he was looking at her? She swallowed roughly and held her bleeding hand out to him. "I…I'm offering the two things I know you can't r-refuse," she stammered. "Blood and sex."

Damon stepped fully inside and shut the door behind him, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He shot her a smirk, which sent doubt running rampant in her mind. "You know that combining those two for a vampire can be a dangerous proposition. I might not be able to control myself."

As if it's any worse than what you've already done to me, Elena thought, scoffing. But she knew the truth. They both did. "You won't let me die."

He circled around her, still wearing that same smirk, though he knew that she was right. Killing her would do absolutely nothing to help him. But he didn't like the amount of confidence he heard in her voice. He reached out in a flash, wrapping his fingers around her neck while speeding over to the nearest wall, pinning her tightly in place.

Elena shrunk back further into the unmoving wall once she saw his fangs, fully exposed. He eyed her bleeding hand and licked his lips. "This should be fun."

She considered trying to plead her way out of this. Jeremy had to be far enough and safe enough away now. Damon would never catch up to him, which meant she really had no reason to distract him anymore. Her fingers folded over her palm, sticking to the crusted layer of blood. He reached down and grabbed her wrist, looking at it with curiosity.

"Elena, what are you doing?" he asked sweetly, though Elena knew better.

She tried tugging her wrist from his grip, but it wouldn't budge. She looked back up at him and saw a sadistic glint in his eyes. Her instincts cautioned to be careful, but in this situation, she couldn't be expected to think straight. She pulled as hard as she could, but all that did was make her skin slide along his fingers, creating a dark violet bruise.

He leaned forward, letting his mouth linger just above one of the pulsing veins in her neck. "It's a little late to be getting cold feet."

"I already accomplished what I wanted," she whispered.

But Damon heard every word. He backed away from her slightly, looking slightly forlorn for a moment before his icy stare returned. "So you took advantage of me again."

"Offering my body to you hardly seems like taking advantage of you."

"Careful, Elena. I might have to go find your brother and kill him right here in front of you."

Elena tried to reason with herself mentally. If he really wanted Jeremy dead, he wouldn't have fallen for her bait. Then again, when had Damon ever really exhibit much control in the midst of temptation?

Since she didn't respond, he took that as an invitation to continue with what he was supposed to be doing. His fingers started to pry hers apart, revealing the dark brown, crusted layer of blood. Then she snapped to attention, resisting. Damon was getting fed up with her delays. He abandoned his mission and instead focused on wrapping a hand around her neck.

"You've already prevented me from eating once, I won't let you do it again. It's your choice, Elena. Either follow through with your offer, or I'm going after Jeremy."


Elijah was laying low in Mystic Falls after making the deal with Elena, which ensured the safety of her loved ones for her cooperation, in turn. Needless to say, he was far from pleased when he got a tip that Elena had left the town. He was prepared to go after her and Damon with the full wrath of an Original. But they returned shortly after.

He couldn't say that he was a fan of Katherine being freed from the tomb, but for once she ended up doing something useful. Supposedly, she had a witch seal Elena inside some house in the woods.

Tonight he would be meeting up with her before going to give Elena and Damon a special greeting. He was willing to bet that Katherine believed doing a simple favor would excuse her from centuries of disobediences. Elijah was about to prove how wrong she was.


Elena purposely avoided making eye contact with Damon, silently wishing that doing so would improve the situation. "The choice is pretty obvious," she murmured.

Her head was spinning as she grappled with all these varying emotions. She was prepared to endure it just minutes ago, but once Damon actually advanced on her, it felt as though all that previous confidence and commitment had shattered.

"That's what I thought," he sneered, reaching for her hand again. Elena braced herself for the inevitable as his fangs inched closer to her skin. What made matters worse was that she knew he'd have to create another incision to make her start bleeding again.

She cringed, as his teeth slid slowly into her skin, almost like a needle. Blood sprung the surface instantly and landed on Damon's tongue as he robbed her veins. He continued gnawing into her, almost losing grip of the reality around him, though he was still somewhat sane enough to recognize that she had lost a bit of blood already.

He lifted off her just far enough to bite into his own wrist. Only after returning to his meal did he lazily extend his wrist toward Elena's mouth. She reached for him and pulled closer, knowing that she needed to be healed. However, because Damon waited a few seconds more than he should have, the blood on his wrist was nearly evaporated by the time Elena got to it.

A little taste had to be better than nothing, right? Elena reasoned.

"I need…more," Damon breathed, hovering over the massacred hand. Blood was spilling down his jaw in thick globs, some of which landed back on Elena.

More? Although Elena didn't agree to a particular amount of blood, she had to draw the line somewhere. She said Damon could have some blood and sex, not as much as he desired. "That's enough, Damon," she said as steadily as possible. She ripped her arm away from him and cradled it up against her chest.

He shot her an inquisitive look, as if silently asking what else could she possibly do to stop him. She knew that she was at a rather dangerous disadvantage, but with the way he was right now, he could be capable of anything – even unintentionally killing her.

When he remained silence, she felt the need to explain herself. "You're not in control, right now. It's not worth the risk."

Damon cracked a smile and ran his fingers across her cheek. "Elena," he breathed calmly. "I am so fed up with people telling me what I can and can't do." He smiled just a little longer before biting into her neck, roughly. And even though Damon was pressed so tightly up against her, she started sliding slowly down the wall as he literally sucked the life right out of her.

"Please," she whimpered. "You're going to…kill me…"

"You won't die as long as I'm around," he breathed, lingering just above the bloody mess he was making. Though he would admit, her inability to support herself was taking away from his experience. With a bit of an aggravated groan, he sped both of them over to an open spot on the floor near the fireplace with every intention to resume his meal.

But she resisted. Elena's eyelids felt heavier than ever as she struggled to keep her eyes locked on Damon, trying her best to plead with him as she held her hands out in defense. "I'm too dizzy…you have to take a break or something… The blood isn't working."

Damon disregarded her statement, finding it to be bordering the impossible. Vampire blood heals humans, end of story. Then again, perhaps he was taking this just a little too far. He needed to gain control of himself…but all the blood…it's just too tempting…

"You got yourself into this mess and now you need to deal with the consequences. You offered yourself to me, and what kind of person would I be to deny that? Maybe next time you should think before you blurt out some desperate suggestion so that you can save someone else."

Elena, with what little strength she had left, felt herself become entirely enraged. Just because he can't control himself like this did not mean that he got to keep going at it. "You already got more than you deserve," she spat.

Damon's eyes lit up with passion. "That's more like it. Go ahead. Hate me, Elena. It makes for a much…hotter affair."

It sounded like Damon, but Elena couldn't accept that as she looked up at the monster hovering over her. His blue eyes were hardly distinguishable with the surrounding black and crimson hues covering the whites of his eyes. Blood was smeared across his face, lining his jaw. This wasn't Damon.

The fact that she had distracted him long enough with a brief banter seemed satisfactory enough to Elena as she settled for a mere scoff in response, rolling her eyes to the side. But her relaxed state of mind expired soon after.

Instead of going back in for more blood, Damon was mesmerized by the sight below him, as if this was the first time he'd ever seen anything like it. Blood had been strewn across the floor around them and had all but completely doused Elena's skin. He could only imagine what the sight would look like if she were completely naked. And with that, he just couldn't resist.

He reached down with a smirk and ripped Elena's bra right in the middle, exposing her breasts. He ran a bloody hand along her abdomen before finally reaching her chest, smearing the substance across it, as her nipples hardened at his touch. Elena felt incredibly flustered by his simplest movements, watching as he moved down to her pants, discarding them in a flash.

"There's only one thing left for me to do," he murmured, eyeing her body with pure, carnal hunger. He backed up a little, crouching as he disrobed himself. He didn't have to look back up to know that Elena was staring at him, at what could be all hers if she would only get off her high horse.

"It's not like you won't enjoy it," he taunted. "If I remember correctly, you were the one begging for more last time."

Elena refused to let him think that she, as a person, enjoyed that. Her body betrayed her, and would no doubt do it again. "It was a moment of weakness. Trust me, you'll never get a real reaction out of me," she fired back.

"Let's find out," he whispered in a sultry voice, completely unaffected by her seriousness.

Given the fact that she believed Damon saw this now as more of a challenge than some sort of sick pleasure, Elena was expecting him to drag it out as long possible, using any all teases to get to her. That's why the scream came out that much louder when she felt him suddenly slam inside her, full speed ahead. Her throat burned as the horrified verbal response flew from her lips. It felt as through her entire lower half had been ripped apart.

"Surprise," he snickered.

She groaned as he extended further into her, relentlessly exploring until he ran into her deepest limits. Once he hit that point, Elena released a small, excited gasp. Damon let his eyes linger on the sight below him a moment longer before he finally moved into action. He reached up and tightly gripped her breasts. He pulled slightly out of her before slamming back in again, this time thrusting at inhuman speeds.

Elena's head was spinning as she reached out for something to grip, but found nothing close enough…other than Damon. She couldn't quite reach his back, so she latched her nails into his hips, causing him to slow back down to a more conceivable pace. Her head rolled around on the ground as she tried to suppress moans, but found that to be the definition of absolutely impossible. Her back arched as a howl of pleasure echoed off the tiny room's walls. Damon couldn't have looked smugger if he tried.

Though Damon was doing most of the work, he wasn't breaking a sweat. Elena, on the other hand, was whirling, both from the experience and the effects of such blood loss. She almost felt as if she was slipping into a drunken state of mind. The fear and panic seemed to drift away as she looked up into his eyes, which had returned to normal. Each thrust made her nerves tingle and her breaths become shorter. Everything else around her, except for them, seemed to blur.

The sun started shinning through the dusty window nearby, casting rays of light across Damon's body. Before she could even think to stop herself, Elena was already taken in by the defined shadows on his body…the firm muscles…his structured face…

He's ridiculously hot. Elena remembered when Jenna had told her that the night they had Damon over for dinner. It was so easy to deny it and instead insult him. But, now? Now she could barely think of anything to say in its place because it's true. Damon is an attractive individual. And it took Elena this long to finally be able to admit it to herself.

Caught up in the moment and her foggy thoughts, Elena gathered the shattered remains of her strength and propped herself upward, their lips just about to touch. But before they could experience that moment, both of them came crashing back to reality when a loud knock sounded at the door. Elena sobered up instantly, feelings of threat and terror instantly settling back into her.

Damon pulled out of her and slipped his pants back on, hardly giving her a second glance. He peeked out the window, only to find that Bonnie and Jeremy had returned. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he spun around and dragged Elena to her feet by her wrists and led her to the bathroom. He sped into the bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes that looked acceptable and threw them at her.

"Don't you dare leave this room until all that blood is gone," he commanded, slamming the door behind him. He stopped in the kitchen to remove the blood of himself and walked over to the door, answering it with as much of a contrived smile as he could maintain.

"A little early to be visiting don't you think?" he asked.

"Not really. I mean you guys were up two hours ago, why even bother going to bed?" Jeremy challenged.

Bonnie caught the dangerous look in Damon's eyes and stepped in front of Jeremy. "Look, you said I could see Elena today, and that's all I'm here for, to see Elena."

Damon mentally smirked to himself as he noticed the difference in tones between the couple. Clearly, Bonnie wasn't buying whatever report Jeremy made on his snooping, otherwise she'd surely be doing one of those mind explosions she was so fond of.

"Of course," he smiled. "I'll go get her."

He left them standing awkwardly in the front room as he went to check on Elena, who had scrambled to do as he told her. Not a stitch of blood could be seen, which impressed him given the amount that had covered her. "Bonnie and Jeremy are here."

Elena's face lit up the moment she heard who their visitors were. It took all she had to not run to the front door. "Hey," she grinned, welcoming Bonnie's embrace.

"It's good to see you…it feels like it's been weeks," Bonnie laughed, silently pleased to find that Elena didn't look any less healthy than ever before.

"I know what you mean. But, I'm so glad you're here. I…I need your help."

Bonnie frowned. "With what?" She immediately shot Damon a dirty look over Elena's shoulder.

Elena caught on. "No, not with him. With this door…some witch cast a spell that keeps me trapped in here. It's like the spell on the tomb, I think."

"Oh, that's not good. I don't know if I'll be able to take down the spell, since it was another witch's work, but let me run back home and I'll grab my Grimwoire."

"Thanks, Bon," Elena said, watching as her best friend and brother retreated to the car in search of answers.

A sense of relief flooded her body as she leaned against the doorframe a moment longer before closing the door. She spun around and ended up walking into a familiar chest.

"I was just –," she began to explain, but froze once she saw the expression on Damon's face.


Ooh what's Damon upset about? will he be able to convince everyone that Elena is safe? Elijah comes into the picture, causing trouble for everyone, including Katherine. Stefan, suffering from his guilt, decides to try and do all he can to help Elena, but will he end up making things worse? Find out in the next chapter ;)

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