Forever Got Too Long
By: Darkest Ember
Chapter 10: You're Just No Good For Me
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:"I was just –," she began to explain, but froze once she saw the expression on Damon's face.
Bonnie and Jeremy sat in relative silence as they drove along the winding, wooded road. Each of them certainly had their own preferred excuses for the silence – Jeremy disliked the fact that Bonnie seemed to be taking Damon's side over his, and Bonnie was solely focused on mentally locating the section of the grimwoire involving this kind of spell.
Their train of thought was broken once they located Caroline, waiting near one of the turns in the road. She was standing with her arms crossed firmly over her chest and a grumpy scowl on her face. If it involved anyone other than Elena or Bonnie, they all knew she would've opted for sleep over being a hero.
Caroline slid into the backseat and was about to unleash a flurry of complaints, but Bonnie beat her to the punch. "Look, I know that you don't want to be awake right now, but it's a good thing you are. Some other witch cast a spell that keeps Elena locked in the house Damon's keeping her in."
Her scornful expression lessened upon hearing this new bit of information. Though shortly after, she returned to her pout, mumbling, "I still don't see why we had to do this so early."
Katherine licked the blood off her lips as she let the man's drained body drop to the ground. She hadn't been particularly hungry, but she was never really one to deny herself an appealing opportunity. To keep up appearances, she decided to step into the Grill for some coffee. It would give her a moment or two to plot her next move.
She knew Elijah would be making his move soon – delivering Elena to Klaus. And she needed to leave town before that occurred. If there was anything Katherine Pierce was not, it would have to be suicidal. She'd spent so many years preserving her life…she would be a fool to give up now.
The Grill was relatively lifeless, aside from the few morning-goers, seeking a cup of coffee before beginning their day. She spun a spoon around in her mug, watching the brown liquid swirl and twist at her command. She frowned as a shadow dulled the color in the cup, stealing a cautious upward glance.
If she had a heart, she was sure she'd feel it sinking right about then.
Elijah smirked, noticing her not-so-concealed fear. "Hello, Katerina," he breathed.
"Elijah," she greeted with a forced smile. "What are you doing here? I already told you where Elena was."
"Oh, I'm well aware of Elena's location. I've already handled my business with Miss Gilbert and decided to pay you a visit." He nodded at the unoccupied chair across from her. "May I?"
Katherine stared at the open spot with immense hesitance before eventually nodding. Her mind was racing with explanations for his being there, but was failing to produce anything reasonable. It just didn't make any sense.
"I don't understand why you appear so confused, Katerina," he said distantly, eyeing the growing crowd of people in the restaurant. "You should've known better."
Her eyes bulged for a brief moment as she registered what he was implying. Surely he wouldn't try anything in such a public place. Even if the Grill wasn't full, there were still several witnesses. Though if Klaus's plans succeed, would it even matter how much these humans know anymore? She thought bitterly.
"You won't kill me," she declared, somewhat surprised by her conviction.
He chuckled mirthlessly, reaching forward for her coffee mug. He took a short sip before staring directly at her, almost menacingly. "I'll take that as an invitation."
Elena found it difficult to breathe, or do much of anything for that matter, as she stood under Damon's harsh stare. She couldn't understand what had put him in this mood. Bonnie could've done so much damage, yet instead she did what she thought would help everyone.
Why would Damon want me to be trapped in this house? She wondered.
Damon moved in closer, cornering her. He took notice of her fearful expression and relished it. He couldn't figure out which he wanted more – for Elena to love him…or to fear him. Right now it felt like the latter. The way her eyes grew so big…the sound of her heart beating so violently in her chest…her labored breathing. It was almost unbearable.
"W-why are you acting like this?" she managed to ask.
"Acting like what, Elena?" he asked playfully.
"You look like you're going to kill me," she admitted.
"Don't be overdramatic. You only pissed me off by giving your witchy friend another reason to come back here."
"Would you rather me be trapped in here?"
"Aren't you going to be either way?" He challenged, with a smug smirk.
"I should be allowed out of this house. I don't know how long you plan on forcing me to be with you, Damon, but I refuse to be treated like a prisoner."
Damon's head dropped, causing Elena to believe that perhaps she had gone too far. But the sound of a rumbling, mocking laugh told her otherwise. "You think that what you've experienced so far was me forcing you? Have you forgotten that I can compel you?"
Elena subconsciously reached for the spot on her chest where the Vervain necklace used to rest. She'd forgotten just how truly vulnerable she'd been all this time. Her mind spiraled into a state of paralyzing panic. She took her freedom for granted, and now Damon was surely going to take it from her. She bowed her head and kept her eyes locked on the floor, refusing to let him see the tears start to surface.
"Given this threatening situation with Klaus, I'd say that I'm the safest person for you to be with. Stefan completely betrayed you…your little friends are basically helpless…and you already know how much I love you." Elena felt that he was trying to justify his actions, but was surprised to note that his brief rant ended with a bit of a taunting, bitter tone.
She wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't go down with a fight. It was already bad enough that she'd given her body in exchange for something. No more. "If I actually had a choice in the matter," she said boldly, "I'd choose my 'helpless' friends over you anytime."
As if suddenly given the ability to see the world in slow motion, Elena watched a sliver of hurt shine in Damon's icy eyes. Had she been given a proper amount of time to react, she surely would've felt an immense amount of guilt. But that wasn't the case.
Damon coiled his fingers around her arms and dug into her flesh. Before she could really register much of anything, he sped both of them into the kitchen and slammed her up against the refrigerator. If the pain wasn't enough to make her body go numb, then his dilating pupils did the trick.
"When Bonnie comes back and breaks the spell, you're not going to want to leave. Do you hear me, Elena? You will not leave this house unless I say otherwise."
Stefan hadn't slept since seeing Elena's distraught face. How could he? Every time he closed his eyes, that was all he could see. It was tormenting him. Though he was willing to admit that staring at the boarding house's ancient, gaudy décor wasn't doing much to help him. His shoulders drooped as he forced himself to his feet and grabbed a jacket, hoping the morning air would clear his mind.
The walk through the woods and into town would've taken at least a couple of hours for a human, but took Stefan a little under ten minutes, using only moderate vampire speed. The crunching of dried leaves echoed far behind him as the scenery blurred into shades of gray and brown – the twig-like trees hardly noticeable.
Walking aimlessly along the main road, Stefan decided to just let his feet take him away. His mind was far too fried to give him directions at the moment. As he passed by the Grill, he heard Elijah's voice. It was hard to make out most of the conversation because it was being mixed in with others going on at the same time in the populated restaurant. "Miss Gilbert…decided to pay you a visit..."
Danger signs began metaphorically flashing in Stefan's mind. Didn't Elena realize that Elijah was the bad guy in this scenario? Stefan felt a wave of nausea flush through his abdomen. Had his actions forced her to turn to Elijah? Well, if that was the case, he refused to sit back and watch her give up on her life.
Stefan stormed into the Grill and boldly approached the table. Elijah gracefully set the coffee mug back on its coaster and greeted Stefan with a noticeably annoyed expression. "Can I help you, Mr. Salvatore?"
He ignored Elijah completely and turned to face Elena, ready to bear his soul to her if only to save her life and prevent anything worse from happening. "Elena, I –," he began.
But before the potentially inspirational speech made it past his lips, he saw her nervousness morph into a smirk. "Wrong again, Stefan. That's strike two."
Elijah glanced back and forth between the two and deduced that this was the result of a previous sour engagement. He could care less, though. He had business to take care of. He reached for the salt and pepper shakers and tossed them haphazardly to the left, knocking into the wooden legs of a nearby table, splintering them.
He stood up slowly, shoving his way past Stefan, and collected the jagged wooden pieces. Stefan glanced around at the twenty or so people around them and was disturbed by their lack of attention. It didn't take him long to realize that Elijah had compelled everyone some how.
"What're you doing…?" he asked cautiously.
"Nothing that concerns you right now," Elijah replied with a mocking smile and a pat on Stefan's shoulder as he made his way over to Katherine. "On the other hand, you and I have some business to attend to, Katerina."
Katherine tried to bit back her fear, but basic instinct was telling her to run, a feeling she'd grown accustomed to for the past 500 or so years. It was probably foolish to think she could catch Elijah off guard, but she still tried, leaping out of her seat and speeding toward the door. She cried out in surprise and pain as she felt him pull her back by her hair.
Elijah wasted no more time. He threw her up against a wall and stabbed her left shoulder then the right one shortly after, pinning her to the wall with a third makeshift stake in her stomach. She struggled to lift her head up and offer him a signature Katherine Pierce glare, which seemed to have no effect on him.
"I gave you what you wanted," she spat.
"Well, given your past misdeeds, can you really expect me to trust you?" he challenged in a bored tone. "You will remain here until I have Elena in my possession."
"You're not going to do anything to Elena," Stefan barked.
Elijah laughed. He spun around faster than Stefan expected and shoved a fist into Stefan's chest. "If you help try to help Katerina or get in my way with Elena you and everyone in this establishment are dead. Do you understand that?"
He accepted Stefan's gasps and wheezes as a complaint response, while removing his fist and wiping the blood on Stefan's shirt. "Don't look so depressed," he smirked. "You'll get to see Elena soon enough."
Elena stumbled away from him, a slightly dazed expression on her face. For some reason, after everything he'd done to her, she had enough faith in him to not resort to this. Once she regained her composure, she shoved her way past him and stormed into the bedroom. And just like that, she felt something she didn't expect to feel at that time – regret. She'd spent so much time during the past year searching for Damon's humanity. It all felt incredibly wasted now.
What made her even decide to bother with him? She should've been happy with Stefan, and willing to ignore his somewhat psychopathic older brother. But she couldn't. If only she'd known where giving a damn about him would've gotten her…
Through blurred vision, Elena reached for the small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed and violently chucked it across the room. It slammed into the wall and shattered into pieces on the floor. She hadn't intended for it to attain Damon's attention, but it would seem that it did anyway.
He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a somewhat amused yet disappointed expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," she spat.
Damon rolled his eyes and stepped further into the room. "Is there ever a time when you're not basing something on your emotions?"
"If it bothers you so much, then why don't you just compel me to not have emotions?"
He sped over to her, causing her to fall back onto the bed. "Don't tempt me."
Elena gasped for air, taken by surprise. She tried to avoid looking into his eyes, but quickly found that there really weren't many other places to look. Dark veins began crawling out beneath his eyes, which always meant one thing.
"Or I could use my personal favorite…violence," he grinned, flashing his teeth. Elena sank further into the bed, desperately trying to create some distance. He grabbed her wrist with an unnecessary amount of bone-crushing force and brought it to his mouth. His teeth easily slid into the thin layer of flesh as blood started to surface.
Elena didn't cry or scream. Instead, she silently squirmed beneath him. She knew that any kind of expected reaction would only encourage the monster inside of him. "Bonnie will be back soon," she said dryly, as he continued chewing. "If she catches you doing this, she might just kill you."
"Not if I…kill her…first," he breathed, hovering above the wound with thick globs of blood falling back onto her arm. He laughed a little as he pulled away and used the back of his hand to wipe the blood off his chin.
Elena glared at him with quite a bit of fierceness. "If you did that I would kill you so fast that –."
Damon cut her off with a mocking laughter and a pat on her head. "No offence, Elena, but you couldn't kill a vampire if you tried."
For some reason, a small part of Elena thoroughly enjoyed these back-and-forth banters with Damon – probably because it didn't really cause either one of them any amount of damage. However, Elena heard a car approaching and decided to put all of her effort into beating Damon to the door.
Elena sent her knee up into Damon's crotch, which most likely surprised him, more than injured him. She leaped off the bed once enough space was presented and grabbed a piece of the shattered lamp, slamming it into Damon's neck. She scrambled through the hallway and wrapped her clammy fingers around the doorknob, oh so ready to rip it open, but shrieked when she was suddenly pulled away from it and slammed into the wall.
Damon locked his fingers around her neck, prohibiting her from breathing or screaming. "That was a big mistake, Elena," he sneered. He sped them back to the bedroom, keeping a hand on Elena's neck while using the other to undo his belt. He pulled her arms up above her head and used the belt to tie them to the headboard. Then he ripped into the sheets and used a part of it as a gag, forcing Elena's mouth open by squeezing her jaw to a painful degree.
"Now you just stay here and be quiet while I go deal with witchy and the annoying little brother, okay? I'll be back to check in on you shortly," he said with a wink. Elena tried to yell some sort of profanity at him, but it sounded more like a strangulated grouping of incoherency. He waved at her tauntingly before closing the door behind him.
After a bit of time spent searching through centuries of spells, Bonnie felt confident that she had located the proper one. It was always a little tricky to perform a spell like this because each witch's spell is supposed to be unique to him or her, making it very difficult for another witch to break it.
Bonnie suggested that Caroline and Jeremy wait in the car until the spell was finished, if only because she began to listen to some of the things Jeremy had complained about during the spell-searching process. He sounded so sure that something suspicious was going on here – something more than just Damon trying to protect Elena.
And given Damon's track record, it wasn't entirely hard to believe. The plan was simple, really. She believe that Damon would be a little more relaxed if he didn't know Jeremy was there. And he had no idea Caroline would even be involved, so she'd stay in the car as well and listen to hear if anything happens that Bonnie or Jeremy would've missed.
She approached the door and knocked firmly, surprised by how fast Damon answered the door. "Nice of you to finally show," he teased, good-naturedly.
"I'd like to see you sift through thousands of old spells."
"Are you sure you found the right one?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out," she said, encircling herself with unlit candles. "Hey, where's Elena? Don't you think she'll want to be here for this?"
"Oh, she passed out a little after you left. Remember we did basically pull an all-nighter."
"Ah," Bonnie replied, feeling only slightly suspicious. She laid her grimwoire out in front of her and began chanting the spell. The candles sprung to life, burning with bright flames. Wind began to rustle the piles of dead leaves around the house.
She finished the spell a couple of minutes later. "Did it work?" she wondered aloud.
Damon pretended like he was looking for the invisible barrier before hesitantly reaching forward. "Huh, I think it might've worked," he said, trying to sound amazed.
"You should go wake Elena up. Since she's the one who mentioned it, I'm sure she'd be excited to see that it worked."
"Good idea. I'll go check on her."
Bonnie glanced back at the car after Damon left, pleased to see that it really looked as if no one else was in the car. She took a small step inside the house, honestly surprised that Damon settled for a place like this. It really didn't match his taste.
"I'm not so sure that breaking that spell was a good idea, Miss Bennett," a voice said whispered into her ear. She gasped, spinning around to find Elijah standing directly behind her.
Damon didn't waste any time returning to the bedroom. He quietly closed the door behind him and laughed a little, amused with how much effort Elena was using in an attempt to free herself.
"Unfortunately, we don't have much time to ourselves right now, but how can I pass up an opportunity…like this?" he asked, running a finger along her torso. Elena shot him a disgusted look, which he gladly ignored.
"Don't look so angry, Elena. If memory serves, you enjoyed yourself last time." He reached for the buttons and zipper on her jeans and began to quickly undress her, while Elena began screaming into the gag.
Isn't the suspense just killing you? How will Damon pull this off with Caroline listening to what's going on and Elijah just a couple of feet away? Not to mention what will happen to Katherine and Stefan? It'll be make or break in the next chapter and Damon will have to decide whether he'll get what he wants or sacrifice his desires to save the woman he loves.
On an interesting side note, I was explaining 'Delena' and 'Stelena' to my boyfriend the other day, to which he said he was a 'Ste-fan' because he thinks Stefan is so much better than Damon...whatever . Lol
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