A/N: Hey everyone! Finally managed to update on time this week, or maybe even a couple of days early. :L This next chapter was inspired by the song Use Somebody – Kings Of Leon. Hope you all enjoy reading it; I sure enjoyed writing it. (:
Chapter: 8 Use Somebody Like You
EPOV
"Carolinestefandamon…" Did I say that out loud, or was that just my head?
I felt myself go dizzy, the bright lights of the hall seemed to blur into the cream-coloured wall as I blinked, trying to keep my focus steady. Ca-Caroline had been attacked?
"That Forbes girl? When, where?" Damon inquired his arms firmly across his chest.
Stefan let out a short, unfriendly sound.
"The girl you brought here, yes. If that's the 'Forbes girl' you were referring to and I'm not quite sure wha-" Stefan was suddenly looking at me, his expression slightly shell shocked.
All I could think was, 'Caroline… Caroline. Caroline…'
"Damon!"
Damon's eyes instantly averted to my own, I tried to smile, but I couldn't quite manage anything. Suddenly, my legs wobbled and gave way from under me; my eyes snapped shut and everything went black. I helplessly gave into my subconscious.
DPOV
I was there before Stefan, which makes sense since I'm a great deal faster then him. Elena fell gently into my arms, and I caught her in between my two arms easily; it felt as if she weighed hardly anything. Her long glossy hair had framed half of her face as her full very-kissable lips had formed a soft line but still had a certain pout about them. I bent my body, angling my legs just right before bringing her upwards; I allowed her legs to droop across my left arm before cradling her securely but not too tightly to my chest.
Her body followed the adjustments I made to her now faint figure willingly; Elena's head knocked softly against my chest, her beautiful oval eyes shut as she lay there, in my arms, almost perfectly still. At that very moment I wanted to stroke her face, to keep her close to me and kiss her lips, claiming her as my own for all eternity. I'd make her my princess of darkness and we'd rule the shadows together; yes, we would and Elena and I would be lovers – we'd be one.
Unable to help myself, my hand brushed away her soft strands delicately, revealing the other half of her heartbreakingly beautiful face. And in that same instant, he spoke.
"Give her to me, Damon."
I raised my eyes upward and across only to meet my brother's emotionless face. I smiled.
"I don't think so, Stefan. Besides, I'm beginning to like the way she feels in my arms," I sniffed, dropping my eyes to Elena's white neck before grinning up at Stefan. "And this perfume, did you purchase it for her? Well, it is rather alluring Stefan; it makes the most crucial of all parts of her body just that little more appealing. Don't you think?" I jeered, my eyes not leaving his now.
Stefan's features angered and he took a step closer to me.
"Damon, I swear, if you do not give her to me right now then I'll-"
Footsteps were hurrying up the path towards the building, both Stefan and I forgot where we were for a split second before our eyes returned to one another's and we got back to business. Finally, as I knew he would, Stefan gave in. He nodded weakly, clearly not happy.
"Alright, fine! Go and take her home Damon, I mean it. Home! And if you hurt her, if you even touch her, I swear I'll kill you," Stefan said through gritted teeth, his tone deadly serious.
I simply laughed; I always enjoyed my brother's empty threats. Stefan growled, edging slightly closer. I raised a single hand and nodded, still mildly chuckling.
"Stefan, I am appalled that you would assume such a thing, like I, Damon Salvatore would ever harm a woman; I only take if they're willing," I risked a glance down at Elena. A sleeping beauty within my own arms. Yes, my arms. Then I looked back to my brother, who to my guess was beyond fuming.
"If you dare even try and use compul-" I cut him off, he was boring me.
"Then you'll rip my throat out and feed it to whatever. Yes, yes, and if we're quite done now I think someone may be at the…"
SPOV
I looked instantly to the window, my eyes searching for something, someone.
"Damon, go, now!" I hissed, ripping my eyes from the opposite direction before finding myself hissing to nothing.
Damon was gone.
Damon had gone with Elena.
How foolish of me to leave her in the very-capable hands of my elder sibling; I shook my head trying to banish sudden horrific images that soon began to plague my mind. My only hope of Elena's well-being was the only thing I was hopeful of never happening. Damon's attraction to her meant that he cared. I could quite confidently say Damon cared for Elena, perhaps more than his own selfish self. Damon would keep her safe, just how safe I wasn't sure I wanted to ponder over.
Breaking my train of thought, the door almost flung open with the amount of force behind it, and there stood Matt and Meredith. I had to blink at least twice before it properly registered that they were no threat towards me whatsoever.
Meredith tugged on Matt's cuff and yanked him towards me.
"Look, Matt! It's Stefan," She brought herself over to me as well as almost dragging Matt along with her.
He smiled quickly and Meredith grinned with relief before glancing around frowning.
-"Where's Elena?"
"Yeah and where's Damon?"-
Stefan indicated his eyes towards the direction in which Damon must have existed then back to the two teenagers, but not before letting out a heavy sigh.
"Elena is with Damon."
DPOV
Well, I don't recall Stefan saying pacifically which 'home' Elena was meant to be taken to, so I took it as an invitation to bring her to my own home. At the boarding house in almost no time at all, I flipped the latch as if there were nothing in my arms rather than a teenage girl. I quickly opened then shut the door behind me before walking further down the corridor and up the flight of stairs towards the landing. The floor boards sighed with the weight of the both of us as I took her into my room.
Swiftly, I stole a glance at her face; she looked so peaceful, it was as if the run through the forest hadn't even ruffled a single hair upon her head – Elena always looked so perfect.
'I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see.'
Kicking the door to my bedroom shut soundlessly, I carried her over to the large king-sized bed in the centre of the room; I cast away the black covers and lay her gently into the centre of it. Elena's body instantly complied, she easened herself into the (did I mention; king-sized) bed, completely oblivious to where she was.
After making sure she was completely comfortable and had removed her shoes, I peeled the duvet over her body and covered her figure with it. I pushed myself off of the bed and turned. I took two steps away from her before cocking my head behind me and suddenly found myself drawn back to the exact spot I'd just left her in moments before. My eyes were boring into her face, memorizing every line of it, feeling every intake and outtake of air that she took.
'Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.'
I leant forward, -unable to help myself- and I caressed my fingertips across her hairline, then down the side of her face, her nimble chin and then up a fraction and onto her lips. The moment my skin interacted with the thin membrane across her rosy lips the jolt of electricity I felt was nothing I'd ever felt before; I was suddenly bending over her, my hands gone from her face down and were taking up residence upon her shoulders. My games gently stroked her shoulders as I felt my face being pulled further and further towards Elena's.
Somehow I couldn't stop, the smooth control I'd programmed into my mind wasn't working and I had no idea why. But… There they were. So smooth, so irresistible, so so inviting.
'You know that I could use somebody.'
I flicked my tongue across my lips, wetting them. I inhaled her scent, which was always much stronger than any perfume she wore. However, unlike many a time before, I was not drawn to the aching pulse that pumped so vigorously within the thick vein burrowed into her lily-white neck; but her lips. They were a breath away from mine.
'Someone like you and all you know and how you speak.'
I could almost feel the sensation of her lips on mine, pressed together so fully, as a whole; as one. And just as I was about to give in to the immense need for Elena's lips that I deeply craved…
'I hope it's gonna make you notice.'
I pulled back, retracting my arms and my entire body from hers as well as the bed.
What the hell had just happened to me?
I was willing to kiss her without her knowledge, against her will almost. If it were any other girl, I wouldn't care in the slightest. But Elena was Elena. And Elena was different. There would be plenty of time for kisses when she was mine. (And her being conscious wouldn't be a bad idea either) Taking one last look at my sleeping beauty I hastily existed the room, closing the door silently behind me and made my way down the short flight of stairs and into the parlour. Grasping at the bottle of whiskey nestled in between the vodka and white wine I poured myself a rather large glass and downed it in one.
'Someone like me, someone like me.'
Biting back the tangy taste, I poured myself another and another after that until finally I found myself situated within the confines of the smooth black leather couch.
'Someone like you, somebody.'
I shook my head, downing the last of the whiskey in one large gulp before clattering it down upon the coffee table. I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol in my system, or the fact that my mind had already been playing up today but I said it… The word came out as a whisper, everything inside of me put on show for the entire world to see.
"Elena."
Author's note: Well, it was an almost kiss, right? Well.. Sorta. :/ :L Something a lil' different there, but always with the Delenaness. I do it for the fans. ^^ :L As always, please subscribe and review!
Jackie xxx
