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10. Damon
Our lips parted and I could tell she was embarrassed. I knew her emotions; she was feeling guilty, as if she'd somehow betrayed Stefan. She dropped her eyes and shuffled nervously, touching her hair and lips. I touched a finger to her chin and forced her to meet my eyes. She smiled weakly.
"Let's get in then," I grinned, turning to the edge of the rock and waiting for less than a moment before lurching myself off. I arched in the air and hit the water hands first, legs following smoothly after. I resurfaced and shook the water from my hair. Elena was still stood on the rocks above, peering down at my.
"Come on Elena!" I called up. I watched as she leapt off the rocks, clapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from breathing in the water when she plunged in. I waited and her head popped up beside me, couching and spluttering.
"It's freezing in here oh my god?" she gasped, swimming towards me.
"Don't be such a baby," I grinned, splashing water at her. She scowled at me before sending the water splashing my way. She reached me and leapt at me, ducking my head under the water. I breathed in a lungful of water and grabbed her legs, dragging her in with me. There was a moment underneath the water in which we circled each other before returning to the surface. Elena gasped for air whereas I just spat out my mouthful of water out and gave her a charming smile. She laughed shortly, and in doing so swallowed more of the cold water. She then began to swim for the side of the pool, her arms swinging over her head in smooth butterfly motions. I followed after her and reached the rocks just before she did. She shot me an accusing look but allowed me to give her a boost out of the water. I hoisted myself onto the rocks beside her. I noticed she was shivering so suggested that we start the walk back to the car. She agreed and stood up, leading the way up the slippery bank. A few times she slipped, her bare feet losing grip on the ground beneath us. I placed my hands on her hips to guide her. We finally reached where we'd left our clothes and I watched her carefully as she slid her feet into the flats and fumbled with her cardigan. I tied my boots in half the time and then draped my leather jacket around her shivering shoulders. She looked up at me gratefully and then I put an arm around her shoulders and led her back to the car.
It was almost five by the time we arrived home, the sun just beginning to set in the winter evening. Elena shuffled into the house before me and I went straight to light the fire. She curled up on the floor in front of it, just staring at the flames licking up the chimney. I took my jacket and hung it on the coat-rack and her cardigan too. Her jeans were still sopping wet but her shirt had begun to dry in the car on the way home.
"Fancy something to eat, I'll order you a pizza?" I suggested, pouring myself a drink. My senses had begun to flag and I realised I hadn't had a real drink in a while. At the though, my gums began to ache.
"I'm not hungry," she muttered, but I picked up the phone anyway and ordered a plain cheese and tomato pizza, because I knew Elena wouldn't eat any other kind. It didn't take long to arrive and when it did, a slow smile spread across her lips. She ate some, and I had to hand it to her, she did well considering everything.
"Thanks Damon. I think I'm going to ring Alaric and Bonnie, check how everything is going, and hopefully explain myself," she said, wiping her mouth daintily with a napkin. She stood up and disappeared out of the room, leaving me to clear up. Without a word, or a sound, I disposed of the pizza box and the remains that would go to waste since I didn't eat human food anymore. Then I poured myself another drink, downed it in one, and sat down heavily on the couch. The daily paper was on the coffee table and I decided to have a quick scan while I was alone. The front page read 'Killer' in larger black letters and I read that three more girls' bodies had been found. I groaned and flicked through to 'see page three' where I read about Jane, Karla and Emma, this monster's latest victims. The cover up story was that they'd been murdered and their killer was at large. Women were advised to stay indoors as much as they could at night, and if they were out, never go out alone. I slammed the paper down and began pacing the room, anger bubbling inside me. Whoever was doing this was on my turf and it was pissing me off.
"Is everything okay?" Elena asked quietly as she came back into the room. She was wearing a fresh vest and a pair of black sweat-pants that hugged her body perfectly. Immediately I seemed to calm a little, if only for a moment. My hunger, my thirst, still ran strong through my body. I stalked to the kitchen, followed by Elena, and snatched a blood-bag of O positive. I didn't even bother to heat it up, but began to drink hungrily. Elena watched, trying to keep the disgust from her face, but I saw it. It was still there, hiding behind the blue of her eyes. I turned away to finish it, and threw the empty bag in the bin.
"What's going on?" she asked once my breathing had stilled. I felt better, but still on edge, still angry. My human emotions were exhausting me, and I almost envied my brother, who I was sure, by now, had switched his off.
"Three more bodies have been found. It's the same killer. He must want something. These killings aren't just hungry killings, the bodies are never drained and the cause of death is never a bite wound. These women, these innocent girls, are being fed from, and then poisoned, left to die… If he is a Vampire, he's controlled and concise. I've never seen anything like this since Stefan's ripper days, but he was more bloodthirsty. He drained the bodies and left nothing behind," I said. She cringed at my last words and turned away.
"I'll view the bodies tomorrow, and then we'll get to the bottom of it. I promise," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and turning her to me.
"I need to see their names," she said, shrugging off my touch and storming to the couch. She grabbed the paper and flicked angrily through the paper. I was there in less than seconds, ripping it from her grip.
"Damon!" she snapped, trying to snatch it from me.
"It's better if you don't see," I said, remembering the faces of those poor girls splayed openly across the pages of the news, their rotting faces, once so beautiful and shining, and now hollow and empty. She continued to reach for the paper, but I thrust it on the fire. She stopped, still gripping my arm. We both stood, mesmerised by the flames as the paper shrivelled up into nothing. I watched the words 'Killer' disappear.
"Damon! I wanted to see!" she snarled, attempting to hit me. I dodged, only making her angrier. She lunged at me, trying to hammer her fists against my chest, but I gripped her wrists firmly and wrestled her onto the couch. I pinned her body with mine and waited for her battering to subside. But it didn't. Instead, she pressed her mouth to mine. It was nothing like the soft touch of lips from before, a kiss of friendship and thanks. This time it was heated, hungry. I was shocked but responded, moving mine with hers. She tugged her hands free and knotted them in my hair, pulling tightly as if holding on for her life. She wrapped her legs around me as I sat up and began towards the stairs. My tongue ran out against hers and traced the thin line of her lips. She granted me access and our tongues danced for dominance. We were in my bedroom, and she was tugging off my shirt, desperate to claw at skin. She pulled me down onto the bed and I kissed her chin, her eyes, her jaw, her neck, and her lips again, needing to taste more of her. I fisted her hair in my hands and pulled, so she arched her back. I ran my hands down her body, across her hips, down her legs, hooking her knees around me to get closer. My hands fumbled with her belt and I slowly peeled her jeans away, never taking my eyes from hers. I kissed her knees and she giggled. Ticklish. I had my fingers hooked in her underwear when she stopped. Rigid. I pulled away from her and listened to her breathing heavily and watched as her cheeks turned pink. She placed her hands over mine and then shuffled away so she was sat up.
"I can't… I feel…It isn't…" she breathed and I knew she felt guilty, again. I grumbled at the sudden halt in our behaviour, but I didn't press the issue. I nodded and moved away so that I was sat on the edge of the bed, ready to leave. It was surprising how much my cold dead heart ached to be close to her, in more ways than just one. I realised now how much I wanted her. How much I needed her. How much we needed each other. She crawled across the bed and placed her hands on my bare chest, tracing the lines gently with her finger. I shuddered under her touch. She sat beside me and leant her head on my shoulder. We sat there for what seemed like hours before she spoke.
"If we do this," she gestured to the bed, "then we become more than what we are. I don't want to lose you, Damon. Because I need you. I love you," she whispered, taking my head in her hands and kissing me softly on the lips. I smiled at her.
"I'll always love you Elena," I replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Then I stood to leave. She grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her perfect face. Her sparkling eyes peered up at me with such innocence, such sincerity, that all I could do was smile.
"Don't go…" she breathed. I lifted her up gently by the waist and helped her under the covers. Then I lay beside her, on top of the sheets, and began stroking her hair.
We spoke about everything. My past live, pre and post Vampire; My family before I was turned; Katherine; My brother; The witches; Her family; The death of her parents; Stefan; Jenna; Jeremy; school: everything. We laughed and I even had tears in my eyes. The conversation began to quieten at around twelve thirty, when I noticed Elena's eyes begin to droop and her breathing deepened. By quarter to, she was fully asleep.
"Goodnight Princess," I smiled as I turned out the light.