Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries, L.J. Smith does, I am just merely writing up a idea that popped into my head. All of The Vampire Diaries character's belong to her and not me.
Summary: What would happen if Elena lost her voice, would she be taken advantage of. How would Damon and Stefan react to this, How would everyone else react to this.
Author's Note: I know I haven't updated in AWHILE but here's the thing...I've had writer's block and mainly for one of my other stories and the thing is writer's block can affect the ability to write and whatnot on any other writing project (Which is extremely irritating and I cure the very existence of this WRITERS BLOCK...) It all stemmed from my indecisiveness in picking which route I'd like to take. (In my story A Demon Inside.) Now...also I've been trying to make myself to stick to a schedule to update in these stories in order: A Demon Inside, The Return & Bittersweet Recollections and Voiceless... and thereafter any other project (My Novel is not included in this schedule) THIS pattern may become broken if I HAVE to write another chapter for a story I am not scheduled to work on.
Now...I'd like to announce this as well. I had forgotten this but I had 96 or 97 percent of this chapter finished and forgot...so I had remembered just today and finished this chapter sweetly and shortly.
Random Blurb: Tomorrow shall be amazing, another episode of The Vampire Diaries (I pray to garner some inspiration to get me free from these shackles which are known as writer's block) Also AMAZING episode last week, I want to know what that little line about Elena having to be protected because she's the doppel ganger...a manipulative ploy perhaps? (POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT FOR PEOPLE NOT READING THE BOOKS: I have a feeling Katherine is running from Klaus no? Maybe I'm wrong but it's a possibility he'll be implemented into the story...he's a sinister creature himself. I think the man was Klaus...the man who kidnapped Elena...or if not he's just some random 'dude' who has mysterious intentions. -cough!-)
Anyways Enjoy the chapter.
Side note: Cruel Black Dove is amazing, the featured in episode 7 with their cover originally by the Psychedelic Fur with the song Love My Way. Also YAY for Tears for Fears appearance, yet another cover done by a great group called Digital Daggers. Also cannot wait for tomorrow's new episode among other things along with my birthday! I love the month of November especially the fourth ('tis the day of my birth.) and other dates thereafter. Hail Scorpios and all the other Star Signs! ^^
Warm water cascaded onto her the feel and the absorption of warmth caused herself to catapult into a feeling of bliss and serenity.
When she was satisfied Elena exited the shower and slipped into purple and black stripped flannel shorts and black off the shoulder night black lace camisole with purple dots covering the expanse.
Elena took her time brushing her hair, revelling in the lazy movements as her mind drifted off at what had happened at the boarding house.
She was lucky she didn't extract any blood from him or consumed any.
Her teeth pierced through the skin, this gesture caused him to jump up with a look of surprise that is until his smirk slid into place. "You know if you wanted to bite me or drink my blood you could have asked…but you know that move of yours was kinky." Elena rolled her eyes and wrote down her response.
I was trying to get you off of me; you had me pinned down Damon.
What did you think I was going to do?
"Let me continue…Duh…I mean I could tell you were having so much fun. I could even smell it. I mean c'mon you couldn't have let me continue and then we could've seen what happened from there." His cocky smirk grew and he winked and sent her the flash of that special eye thing he did.
Sighing she erased the words off the whiteboard and replaced the old phrase with a new one.
Whatever Damon…
He only chuckled at her simple answer.
Truthfully Elena wanted them to go further but she stopped herself because she didn't want to feed his ego and…something just stopped her…she couldn't explain it.
Elena sat straight on the couch and then ended up resting her back lazily against the back of the couch as she gazed at Damon who got up and produced his leather jacket.
Slowly he sheathed himself in it and he sent her a questionable grin. Her brows raised and she made a move to get up but Damon gestured her to relax and stay put.
With a confused expression set in her features she cocked her head and retrieved her whiteboard conveying what she could not vocally.
I thought we were going out?
"We are just give me a sec I gotta get something, give me a minute miss 'I'm on a Mission.'"He smiled at her and disappeared for a second.
A few minutes passed with her filling the time by staring into the still blazing fire.
In a snap he reappeared and held out a hand in a gentlemanly gesture.
With a sigh she hurriedly stuffed her portable sized white board into her bag resting at the base of the couch and she got up and took her hand.
~..~
She frowned confused and surprised when Damon parked his car in a nice, convenient and easily accessible spot among the rows and rows of cars that filled the parking spot
It seemed like Damon had changed his mind on the dinner arrangements, for some reason and Elena didn't ask.
Night had begun to fall, the bright neon lights of the decently large sized restaurant before her glared Open and various other promotional phrases. Damon smirked at her as he offered her his arm and she hesitantly took it, swallowing as she did.
Her heart increased in its pace from its regular count.
The cool air swam around her and descended upon the exposed segments of which was her flesh. Instinctively she snuggled further into her clothes.
With her arm woven with Damon's she strode into the restaurant.
He untangled their woven limbs and strode up to the front where a woman manning the seating arrangements was stationed. In the dim lighting a black light shined down on her softly, blurring her pale features slightly.
She was tiny, slender with platinum blonde hair that was clipped up into a bun, her blunt bangs reaching her pale eyebrows, her moss green eyes lit up as soon as she caught sight of Damon. A coy smile enveloping her features and forming on her pale pink frosted lips. She raised a pale eyebrow seductively as she knew Damon had unleashed his charm on the poor girl. The girl nipped at her bottom lip gingerly and played with her leather cord necklace filled with black and ivory beads.
Damon she knew was probably sending the girl into a huge daze, she could tell by the twinkling in her eyes and the vibrant pink blush forming on her cheeks.
They continued to converse for a few minutes and Damon turned around to lock on Elena's eyes as he gestured her to join him. Raising an eyebrow Elena walked over there, the blonde's face scrunched up and her brows furrowed as her face relaxed. Thereafter her lips formed into a sulky pout. Elena could practically see the beginnings of a sneer and the green jealousy tinting her skin and burning in her eyes.
Harshly she swayed her hips trying to assert herself as she led them to their table. She passed Damon gingerly his order and harshly gave Elena hers. Elena frowned as the woman sauntered away.
What…
Elena's train of thought faltered as another voluptuous woman practically shone to try and get Damon's attention. She flashed her pearly whites too big and shook at her long curly red mane with too much exaggeration and she winked at him with that sickly sweet coy smile planted on her face.
Her voice even came out fake sounding as she tried to be flirty, sultry…seductive.
She took advantage of the woman's obliviousness of Elena's presence and rolled her eyes and annoyance. Her eyes flicked to Damon who smirked up at the woman; he was reaping in his benefits as usual.
After a few minutes of flirting Elena decided to write down her order. Gratefully enough the two finished their flirting and the woman actually got around to the task at hand and obviously took Damon's order first. She did so as she twirled a curly tendril of her red orange mane and her pale green eyes glimmered with desire.
When it came time for Elena, she gestured to Damon to order for her thereafter she mouthed a thank you after the waitress left reluctantly and Damon offered a simple 'You're welcome.'
So nice going with the flirting Damon…the two women almost fainted.
He smirked as his eyes scanned her words. "Well thank you, I'm a natural so I'm not surprised…I mean look at me, I am totally hot."
Elena sighed and wrote back.
Cocky as ever of course…Do you really do that to every woman or anything with a skirt?
Damon looked thoughtful before he smirked at her. "You know it sweetheart; The skirt bit is very questionable…but practically every woman yes."
Probably with an underlying desire or motive…
"Hey I can't deny that…for some parts of that…but these two beauties could make a good snack for later." He flashed her a grin.
Gross Damon!
I thought you were supposed to be a 'straight edge' vampire only on blood bags.
Is there anyone you won't feed from…?
Is there any human you don't see as a human 'happy meal'?
He looked thoughtful again as the woman rushed in and placed their orders before them. The red head looked flabbergasted when Damon kept his gaze on Elena with a thoughtful expression. She excused herself mumbling something incoherently as she left the two.
An unconscious smile formed on her face and he broke out into one of his devilish grins as he answered with amusement colouring his tone another emotion set at the end. "No…not everyone. There are only the exclusive people with that special pass…only some I don't think of in that way…" He drifted off as he stuffed a few fries in his mouth and swigged back a beer he ordered, his expression was neutral.
Elena's heart raced slightly and as she swallowed and uttered her question really wanting to know more. "Like who?"
Damon repeated his previous ministration before he answered. He smirked cockily and all flirty with his usual matching cocky tone filled with highlights of huskiness. "You in particular." He winked at her with that cocky smirk of his as he snatched a few of her own fries and nachos on the side. Elena glared at him while simultaneously swallowing with her heart rate increasing from it's already slightly furious heart rate.
She gave him the look that read 'Stop eating my fries, eat your own.'
He flashed an ear to grin, while an expression of knowing filled his features.
Darn…I swear he knows…I hope he can't read minds.
That would be so inconvenient right now.
~..~
As Damon pulled into her driveway Elena wrote her appreciation.
Thank you Damon, really you didn't have to take me out and buy me dinner.
He waved it off and uttered a 'No problem'
Her hand reached to open the door handle but Damon's snapped out and got to it before her. He leaned over slightly and his warm breath descended upon her neck.
Elena turned away and was met with burning crystalline cerulean eyes, they were smouldering with a wicked seductive fire.
His lips parted and the mere gesture caused her body to flush with desire as her body froze into position. Her breath caught in her already constricting throat and her heart raced furiously with each attempt at breathing. A slightly chilled hand slid up her neck as he neared slowly enough for Elena to pull away but she found she couldn't even move.
Then like fireworks his lips enveloped her own and she couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Her body flushed fully and her heart amped up in its heart rate pace and every inch of her skin had become super sensitive. Where his flesh met her own the simple contact…the simple interception waked a pleasurable burning sensation that sent white hot prickles…white hot stabs of desire right into the heart of her core.
Every time she parted briefly for air, short, ragged, breathy gasp emitted from her body.
That brief moment of fifteen seconds had felt like many a minute. Her brain rebooted and as a blush crept onto her cheeks she pried her lips from his reluctantly and hustled out of the car attempting to reach the porch before he caught up with her.
Clumsily she fished for her key in her purse and unlocked the door.
Elena hastily hopped inside and quickly peered at the car window.
She swore she saw a mix of a devilish grin and a cocky smirk playing on his lips and she knew with that smirk a impish twinkle also glittered in his eyes.
Without hesitation she slammed the door shut, locked it and slid down with her back against the door as she ran her finger over her tingling, burning lips.
Soon after she found herself adorning a grin of her own as her mind drifted.
He knows…I swear he does…
I bet he does and I'm just making myself look like dumb by thinking otherwise.
Question is...do his feelings match mine?
Elena smiled to herself briefly at the memory of a few days ago. She hadn't seen Damon again…she wasn't sure whether she should classify it under a bad sign or not.
Sighing she plucked a soft blue and black afghan off of the chair stationed in the room and plucked her cell phone, whiteboard and a book as well.
Elena wrapped the afghan around her as she slipped her socked feet into knitted lilac coloured slippers and she headed down and into the kitchen.
Lazily she boiled some water and hung around until the click sounded which thereafter she made herself a cup of Orange Pekoe tea along with a large bag of extra buttery popcorn.
She went into the living room, flicked on the lamps and turned the T.V. on.
Plopping down on the couch she set down the overflowing bowl of popcorn and her navy blue marble looking mug and all other items threatening to fall to the ground, so that she could flick the channels.
Seeing that nothing good would be on for a couple of minutes she kept the channel tuned into a movie from the Twilight series…which happened to be one of the movies in the series Caroline had gotten her to see five times…
Sighing she sipped from her mug and waited it out by doodling aimlessly, not paying attention as she did so and when 9:00 came rolling around she flicked through the channels so fast. After awhile she came across a Halloween favourite.
Beetle Juice
She had watched it with Jeremy when she was younger as well so it was like a classic to her.
Every few minutes she would take consume some of the contents in her mug and then shovel popcorn into her mouth. When she got halfway through the pile of popcorn and she finished her tea, she got up and decided to take a break.
Elena extracted another glass after cleaning her mug and half empty bottle of Cranberry gingerale which was a developing favourite beverage and rare to find after Christmas.
Pouring some into a glass she sipped at it contentedly while wrapping the afghan snugly around her warm body as she trekked to the living room.
With her eyes not totally focused into her surroundings she consumed the contents of her glass before she passed through the doorframe.
Cool wind tinged the air and landed on her neck before dissipating and snuggled into her afghan further if even possible as she shivered in the process.
Rubbing only a single arm with her free hand as she downed more of her drink, she glanced up into vibrant cerulean depths dancing with merriment.
Her heart practically restarted at his surprise appearance and like always, he greeted her with his trademark greeting gesture. He was languidly lying against the couch, his booted feet dangling off the edge and his elbow resting on the couch's surface as it cupped the side of his face.
His lips upturned into a smirk full of cockiness, amusement and flirty undertones while he did that special eye thing of his and sent a flirty wink at her; his flirty smirk only grew.
Author's Note: I hope it was a good chapter and not...BAD -cringe-
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