In His DNA

***Hello again! To those of you who reviewed: thanks a lot! It means so much to me to read those. This chapter might suck a little due to the fact that I am up too late trying to write it, but oh well, I hope you all like it anyway. As for how many chapters I'm planning, I'm not sure but am thinking somewhere around 20, give or take a few? It all depends I suppose… so without further ado, enjoy!***

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!" Bonnie cursed, ripping off the belt and taking in my tear-stained face. I rubbed my ass gently, massaging the tender skin and moving my arms so that they regained some feeling. Well this was…an interesting turn of events. What was I going to tell Bonnie? The truth? Hadn't I just wished I could reverse time and tell her everything? So why was I trying to come up with some flimsy lie? This was so unexpected! And unfortunate, for Damon at least. I wondered if Bonnie would really kill him… if she even could kill him. I somehow doubted he would go down that easily. But at the same time, I had witnessed first-hand Bonnie's immense power and her particular skill at incapacitating vampires with her aneurisms.

"What the hell is this, Elena?" Bonnie asked, gesturing to the setup of the room. Oh shit. We still hadn't gotten around to cleaning up the evidence of our little rendezvous last night. Remnants of our clothing were strewn about, furniture was broken and knocked over, and everything, including myself, was still rather sticky. This must look like some kind of freaky sex house. Which I guess it was, in a way… not that I was okay with my best friend (and powerful witch) seeing it, and me, in this state.

"It's…ummm…" I struggled, looking for anything to explain this aside from the truth, though nothing was springing to mind at the moment.

"Did he rape you? Did he hurt you?" She asked suddenly, inspecting my appearance a little more closely.

"Well, I don't know if 'rape' is the right word…" I started, unsure of how to proceed. I guess technically it wasn't 'rape' was it? I mean, I always ended up surrendering in the end, so it wasn't completely forced.

"Well what would you call it then?" Bonnie asked harshly. "Were you compelled?"

"No!" I said, shocked. "Damon would never do that!"

"No, you're right, I'm so stupid! He'd just keep you trapped in here, feeding on you and making you have sex with him out of the kindness of his heart." Bonnie replied sarcastically.

"He didn't make me have sex with him… not really…" I tried, skirting around the full truth of what had happened here. Bonnie didn't need to know all the bloody details of the past few days.

"You did this voluntarily?" She cried, horrified.

"Of course not! I mean, I would never do that to Stefan, you know that!" I said defensively, acting hurt that my friend could think such a thing even if it might be slightly true…

"So it was rape then. And torture." She eyed the belt and my hand cupping my aching butt, still rubbing gently to ease the pain.

"Okay, rape then. Whatever. But he didn't torture me, per se."

"No, he just hit you and bit you. Fun guy, that one."

"Maybe he just likes things a bit kinky?" I tried, wincing at Bonnie's raised eyebrows, giving me that look of "are you serious right now?"

"Why are you defending him?" Bonnie asked suspiciously. "He obviously did this to you and you were obviously distressed. Would you like it if I just left you bound up here?"

"No, no, please take me with you! I guess I'm just…in denial…" I faltered. But that was normal right? Victims of abuse and such were prone to these reactions, weren't they? Not that I counted myself as one, I was just hoping Bonnie would buy it. I couldn't go around admitting that I kind of liked it. 'Kind of' being the operative word.

"Of course. I'm being so insensitive. Come on, let's get you home." She patted my shoulder and guided me to the door as I shuddered. She most likely thought it was a shudder of fear and humiliation, not one of concern for Damon, the thought that she might actually kill him never far from my mind. Yes, he had been a jerk (to put it lightly), but we had both gotten at least some momentary enjoyment out of our time together, even if I was glad to be leaving. Sort of glad. A little glad.

Anyway, she believed my lie and drove me home, transformed from the bitchy witch that was interrogating me about Damon's and my activities to the caring friend who was here offering all her support. I couldn't decide which I preferred because right now both of them were grating on my nerves, unwelcome and uncalled for. What was I going to do? Oh God, when Damon returned home to find me gone! All hell would break loose, of that I was sure. And once he discovered what I had told Bonnie, completely vilifying him, even though he deserved it, he would probably bite my head off… or worse.

"…and I know this is tough. I'll take him though, don't worry." Bonnie was saying, pacing around my room where I sat stoically on the bed. To be honest, I missed the boardinghouse bed. My house would seem too lonely, despite the presence of Jenna and Jeremy. And how would I satisfy my newly kindled sexual needs? I suppose all I could hope for was the quick return of Stefan, though it wasn't a secret that he couldn't fuck like Damon. Not even close.

"What are you talking about? Sorry, I wasn't listening." I said apologetically, shrugging my shoulders and refocusing my attention on Bonnie's mouth, moving rapidly in heated outrage.

"Oh don't worry. I was just going over my plans to murder that bastard." She seethed, her face twisted in a mask of fury that I had only ever seen on Damon.

"Oh no, Bonnie, you can't!" I squealed, panicking. I had to stop this, somehow. The mechanics I hadn't quite worked out yet, but I was getting there, trying desperately to form a valid plan of attack. "I don't want you to get hurt trying to take him out." I suggested. It was true, in a way. Not the whole truth, but I honestly didn't want her to get herself killed.

"I don't give a fuck about what happens to me as long as he pays for doing this!" She growled. Wow, she was seriously upset. I decided the moral approach would be my safest bet at this point.

"Don't stoop to his level, Bonnie. Don't become a murderer like him. We'll let Stefan deal with him when the time comes." Bonnie sighed and rolled her eyes.

"You're right. I'm letting him get to me. Well, I'll stay over tonight and protect you, but I won't go looking for him. Happy? But I have to warn you: if he ever lays a finger on you again, I swear to god I will kill him."

"You don't have to stay with me, I'll be fine." I said, worrying that Damon would show up and attack her or possibly try to steal me back and get killed in the process.

"Oh yes I do and don't try to talk me out of it. Anyway, you need something to get your mind off this. Let's have a girl's night, just you and me." Bonnie replied, attempting to inject some enthusiasm into her harsh tone.

"Okay…" I said, giving her a weak smile. This day had just gone from bad to worse. Why had I prayed for someone to save me? And Bonnie of all people! She already hated Damon and this was just the excuse she needed to really do him some damage. I believed her when she said she would kill him if he dared touch me again, and I was sure that he would try to do just that.

….

Bonnie remained with me the rest of the day and night, doing my nails and gossiping, both of us avoiding the topic that was clearly in the front of both our minds. Nobody wanted to mention what had happened back at the boardinghouse, especially me. I could tell she as itching for more information, wanting so desperately to know exactly what had happened, but I wasn't falling for her bait, refusing to give any details unless she asked directly, which she didn't.

Instead we did normal girl things, ignoring the giant elephant in the room. She could tell I was tense but must have thought it to be trauma from earlier events, not anxiety about future ones. I expected Damon to come barging through the door or flying through the window at any moment, prepared for one of them to end up dead or seriously injured. But all day he never came. I wondered if he was just still in town doing his 'business,' but it had been hours and hours since then, and he couldn't have expected me to stay tied up that long, right? I mean, he wouldn't have subjected me to that much torture.

When darkness fell my fears grew exponentially. I reasoned that if he was going to strike, he would do it now in his favorite element. I tried in vain to send out telepathic messages warning against approaching this house, but I knew he couldn't read minds, so why I was trying this I wasn't sure. Bonnie seemed slightly nervous too, flinching at every creak and sudden movement or noise, making me even more jumpy. Oh please Damon, have enough sense not to come right now with the vengeful witch in the room!

But the night was silent. He never came, which made me increasingly worried. What was he up to? Was he planning some sneak attack? Snatching me up later for some over-the-top punishment? Did he just forget about me, decide I wasn't worth it? Of course, that would be a blessing…maybe…though I couldn't help but feel my heart drop at that thought, that he didn't want me anymore. Perhaps I still wanted him…no. No, no, no, and no. If I repeated that word enough, maybe it would come true. Ha. No such luck.

"Hello Damon." I smirked, raising my eyebrows at him suggestively.

"You bitch! You'll regret doing this and you know it. I'll make sure of that!" He snarled, thrashing about.

"No. I'll make you regret what you did to me. Controlling me and hurting me, making me do whatever you wanted. Bad move. Look who's got the upper hand now?" I snapped the belt at my side for good measure, one of the black ones from his closet that he wore almost daily. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew he'd get even eventually, but I was having too much fun to stop.

He continued to pull at the handcuffs holding him to the bed, one arm to each post, but all to no avail. The vervain I had given him beforehand must have done the trick, sufficiently weakening him to the point where he couldn't escape from my little setup. Groaning he slumped back against the headboard, looking a little defeated, but then a little challenging, daring me to go through with this.

"Well then Elena. Give me your best shot." He nodded his head to beckon me forward, grinning invitingly. I was slightly nervous, the long strip of leather in my right hand seeming to get heavier and heavier as I moved closer, my hand shaking just a bit. He noticed this and laughed, amused by my fear and reluctance.

"No need to be scared Ms. Gilbert. You know you want to."

"Damon I-"

"Do it!" He growled, baring his teeth in a menacing grimace.

"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the one dominating you! Shut up!" I yelled with conviction, raising my arm and slapping him as hard as I could across the cheek. It wasn't nearly hard enough to provide much pain, but I could see him wince slightly and his cheek redden deliciously as his head snapped to the side. God, I loved the flush it brought and caught myself fantasizing about what that would look like on his flawless ass, that same redness spreading across the firm muscles. The thought aroused me instantly and spurred me to bring the belt down on his bare stomach as he yelped quietly, squeezing his eyes shut to hide his discomfort. This power was pretty damn awesome, allowing me to realize why he liked to yield it so much. This was fun!

"Don't cry Damon." I crooned after a few more blows, licking away the single tear as he had done to me so many times before. I kissed his mouth passionately, forcing my tongue in and exploring all the corners, my hands running up and down his sides sliding to his hips that were raised upward to meet my kisses. I was glad he was a vampire and healed quickly so that I wasn't frightened of hurting him permanently.

I raked my nails down his tight abdomen, creating shallow claw marks that dribbled blood. I licked the blood up, watching as the wounds healed instantly, the blood remnants drying on his skin.

"You look so hot with blood on your mouth." He breathed, his hardness pressing into my stomach. I smiled teasingly and lowered my hands to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them sensuously, trailing my fingers down the middle of his chest, over his firm stomach, and finally began to tug the jeans off his torso.

"Not as hot as you." I said flirtatiously, peeking out from under fringed lashes. He chuckled, wriggling his lower body to help me get his pants down.

"Shit Damon! You need to stop wearing such tight pants! It's too hard to get them off." I huffed, finally getting them down to his ankles, glaring at him with mock annoyance.

"You know you like it." He teased, eyes glinting with anticipation. I gave him another hard smack for that one, warning him not to talk back to me, trying to outdo him at his own game. I was completely failing though, taking in his beautiful body I was already wet and needy, fearing that I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. I wasn't good at patience when it came to my Damon.

Bending down I took his stiff cock in my mouth, sucking sweetly, taking pleasure in his tiny groans and whimpers. I let him fall out of my mouth and tickled him with my fingers, watching his face screw up with the tension.

"Come on Elena!" He whined, thrusting into my hands, trying to get some friction.

I contemplated teasing some more or causing him some more pain to teach him a lesson, make him really beg for it, but what the hell, I wanted him now and he wanted me and I wasn't cut out for this anyway. I lowered myself onto his raging erection and started riding him as he thrust into and out of me from below. I tried to regain control, but it was so much easier to let him do all the work, and he liked it that way too, so I let him control the movements, grasping my hips and pumping me up and down.

"Oh God Damon!" I cried, as he hit me in just the right spot, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I leaned down to kiss him on the lips, letting my chest fall onto his.

Then I heard a loud crack. Sitting up alarmed, I saw that he had freed himself from the bed, the posts splintered and broken. The cuffs were still dangling from his wrists as he grasped my face and gave me heated kisses along my neck and mouth, letting his tongue linger on my skin as he tasted the thin layer of sweat covering my body. Before I knew it I was on my back and he was overtop of me, thrusting in from above.

"Damon," I cried, pouting, "that was supposed to be me."

"Sorry darling. Can't help it. You're mine." He said, panting heavily, pinning me down on the bed as I struggled playfully, pushing at his iron arms.

"You could've broken free from the beginning, couldn't you?" I asked, nearing my climax.

"Obviously," he said, rolling his eyes. "You didn't honestly think a tiny bit of vervain could keep me down, did you?"

"No, but it would have made it at least a little more believable. I suck at this." I continued, whimpering as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me.

"Right there Damon! I'm so close."

With another thrust I was sent spiraling over the edge heading into a violent orgasm that I never quite got used to no matter how many times I experienced it. Not long after I could feel Damon release his seed into me too, his face vamping out as I extended my neck, inviting him to drink. That was all he needed to lean over and bite into me, sinking his fangs deep, moaning with each drought. I loved it when he drank from me and I writhed beneath him, gripping his hair and pressing him to me, turning my head slightly and kissing along his neck.

When he stopped drinking he smiled back at me, planting a sweet kiss on my nose.

"That was incredibly hot," he said, stroking my cheek, just gazing contentedly into my eyes.

"How so? I guess I'm just not meant to be the dominate force in this relationship. You broke free and took over halfway through anyway."

"True, I prefer to be on top and I hate acting helpless beneath you. It was still amusing to see how nervous you were." He teased, tickling me. I giggled like a little girl, rolling around on the bed.

"Stop Damon!" I laughed, swatting his hands away.

We played like this a little while before we both laid down next to each other, exhausted. He rolled over to face me, tucking some loose hairs behind my ear.

"You look tired." I observed. "Here, take another drink." Pulling down my shirt I exposed my neck once again, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Well if I'm going to take anymore of you you'll have to take some of me too." He cautioned, allowing me access to his own neck. Leaning in we bit into each other simultaneously, my favorite way for him to feed, both of us bound in a wonderful union filled with the ecstasy of my blood being drawn out and his personal essence filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. He hummed quietly as I sucked, when a strange noise filled my ears, loud and annoying. The image before me began to swirl away, become fuzzy while delirium took over.

"Elena!"

"No…" I groaned, trying to hold on.

"Elena!"

"Go away." I sighed, throwing a pillow in the general direction of the voice.

"Oh no you don't!" I heard Bonnie warn, throwing the pillow back on top of my head. "Wake up Elena."

"Why?" I whined, turning over and closing my eyes again, trying to reenter the dream from which I had so recently awakened.

"Come on, up you go," Bonnie prompted, whipping the sheets and blankets off of me, exposing me to the chilly morning air. Why did Jenna always turn the thermostat down at night? I was shivering, groping for my covers, trying to regain some warmth so I could fall asleep again, see Damon's beautiful face again, but Bonnie reached over and shook me roughly until I finally complied, grumbling about her stupid rules about going to school.

Yes, Bonnie thought I should go to school, that it would get things back to normal. Why, I didn't know, for school was the last place I wanted to go, but she insisted rather vehemently, spewing some crap about how behind I was and how Matt really missed me when all she really wanted was to keep tabs on me. I should be thrilled at having such a caring and overprotective friend, but in all honesty I wanted to be left alone.

Thinking logically, this was a rather stupid wish considering Damon would probably pop in as soon as I was by myself. Remembering my dream, though, maybe I wanted him to come back. My cheeks flushed red at the memories and I followed Bonnie down to breakfast.

"So, what did you dream about last night?" Bonnie asked, giving me a slight smirk, nudging my leg beneath the table. We were both eating bagels with butter and jam, munching away and making pleasant morning talk, the last thing I truly wanted to be doing right now. Her knowing looks caused my face to turn an even deeper shade of crimson as I stared intently at my plate, hoping to avoid this conversation. Who knows what I said in my sleep!

"Why?" I asked her curiously, wondering what she had heard or seen to make her ask such a question.

"Oh no reason, just the few sensuous moans and the writhing on the ground part. Figured it was something interesting."

"Oh… yeah… that dream. Well, it was, um…" I didn't really know the right words to say to tell my best friend about the erotic dreams of Damon that surfaced whenever I wasn't with him, nestled in his arms through my slumber. Somehow I didn't think she'd quite understand.

"It's okay Elena. No reason to divulge your deepest secrets to me, but just to give you some consolation, I'm sure Stefan will be back soon to satisfy your, you know, urges." She burst into laughter, shaking hysterically in her chair. I couldn't help but crack a smile at this, oh Bonnie, you haven't the slightest idea of my deepest secrets and desires. It's a good thing her powers don't allow for mind reading, for I think she'd have a heart attack if she knew what I was actually thinking.

We both got ready for school in a matter of minutes, for we had overslept due to the late night and Bonnie had spent an extra five minutes trying to rouse me while I moaned unintelligibly about how good it felt. Yeah, not embarrassing at all…

…...

I was in a grumpy mood, looking at the school and how utterly normal everything was. After the past few days I was unsure of how to behave around everyone. I didn't want to have to worry about schoolwork and have Bonnie fuss over me, thinking I was traumatized or something. Caroline wouldn't even know what was going on and who knows how much Alaric knew. I was hoping nothing, for I really didn't want Damon to lose his only friend, and I was willing to bet that Ric would have trouble forgiving him for this one.

We arrived slightly late, mere moments before the bell, providing a welcome escape from Bonnie's constant supervision. I rushed into history and took my seat at the front of the class, face flushed from hurrying to make it in time.

"Well well well, it's sure nice of you to join us today Ms. Gilbert," Ric said sarcastically, commenting on my spotty attendance record. I felt a slight pang of jealousy when he called me Ms. Gilbert. That was Damon's name for me. Why this bothered me so much was strange but I just shrugged it off and gave him a quick wave, relieved that he seemed to know nothing of Damon's true activities over the past week.

The class was so boring that I almost fell asleep again, though I tried desperately not to let that happen in fear I would have another humiliating dream. Speaking of that dream… it was definitely weird. I found the thought of brandishing that power over Damon, though I had known we were just playing, rather disturbing and not appealing at all. When Damon broke free, however, that was extremely sexy and I replayed it over and over in my mind.

The real cause for analysis, though, was how I felt in the visions. I actually… loved Damon. Like, really loved him. And it felt good, felt right, more right than anything had felt in a really long time. I tried to remind myself it was just a dream, but now that my brain had finally let the feelings in, there was no pushing them back out.

The rest of the day I waited for my dark prince to show up, come to whisk me away once again, but he never came. I did not see him one time, and I spent a good part of my day staring out windows, waiting to see those bright eyes boring into my skull. I hated to admit it but I wanted him to come and felt oddly disappointed when he did not, no signs of him anywhere.

Had he truly forgotten me? Thought I wasn't worth his trouble? He was probably right on that account, so the rest of the day was spent in longing and misery, the confusion of love mixed with hate. Thinking about it, I realized that no part of me hated Stefan, while a large majority of me hated Damon. I also thought I loved Damon more. What did that mean? I couldn't deny I felt more passionately about Damon, whether that be in a negative way or a positive way, so did that mean that he was my better option?

Too much thinking. Just need my Damon.

…...

Four days passed in this manner. I was constantly on the lookout for a shock of raven hair, a spark of blue eyes, but I saw nothing, sending me spiraling into despondence and horniness. I needed him in more ways than one, for my peace of mind and peace of body.

My own fingers were a poor substitute for Damon's feathery touches, his searching tongue, and his impressive dick. Touching myself to fantasies I had constructed about us seemed too creepy anyways and left me with only more unwelcome yearning and a weak orgasm that satisfied none of my sexual needs. Dammit I wanted him! In my bed! In me for God's sakes! I finally admitted it, so come back to me already! If he was trying to prove a point he had definitely succeeded.

I was in the library at this point, doing research for a science project I was working on with Bonnie. And something about the atmosphere shifted, turned darker and felt all wrong. Looking around me it seemed as if no one else had noticed, all the students working diligently. I glanced around uneasily before continuing my search, feeling as though someone was watching me.

Then I felt a delicious clench inside of me. It took me by surprise and I instinctually moved my hand to the crotch of my pants, rubbing in slow circles to ease some of the tension. What the hell was that? It happened again and my knees went weak. Shit, this was intense!

Then I remembered something: Damon telling me I would be able to sense his approach by this stupid bracelet, that I would feel him looming and… get sexually aroused. That could only mean one thing, I thought, taking a book off the shelf and peering around carefully. Where the book had been were two large aqua eyes and a small tuft of black hair barely visible. My breathing hitched.

"Boo."