The Things I Do For You
*Author's Note
Hi everyone! First off I want to say how awful I feel for not updating. I really hate when people don't update very often, and I've been a month exactly! Really there are two reasons as to why I haven't updated. One of them is that my sister is getting married and being that I'm the maid of honor, I've been running around with her trying to get things done, and on top of that of course I'm doing summer semesters and work. The second, and probably the most prominent, I feel like I've backed myself into a corner as far as the story is concerned. Right at this moment I'm working on the next chapter which I promise will be up either tonight or tomorrow morning. I just really wanted to apologize sincerely for my absence. I do know how frustrating that can be.
I hope everyone has a great day!
-Stephanie
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Summary: I'm still making it up as I go along, but... Damon enlists the help of Elena and Stefan to release Katherine from the tomb, but when a series of unexpected events and feelings develop between himself and Elena, the future of his plans hang in the air.
Rated: M for lemons.
Chapter Ten
School was a welcomed distraction. It had been almost a full week since she'd talked to, or even seen Damon or Stefan, and Elena was thankful for it. She had nothing to say to either them; well, a few inappropriate words had come to mind, but none that she would utter out loud.
Elena had felt bad for breaking things off with Stefan, especially due to the fact that she was feeling the way she was towards his very own brother, but after recent events, her guilt had vanished. Stefan had lied and manipulated her. The man she once thought she loved was no longer anything to her, for Elena felt no desire to speak to him again unless it were her expressing choice words to him in a rather un lady-like manner.
Stefan wasn't the only one on Elena's hate list; Damon wasn't in her good graces either. Elena had given herself to him, spending hours having rough yet passionate sex and she was rewarded with a slap in the face, among a few unforgettable highs along the way... She had almost considered it making love, and would have, but that ending to their sweaty day made her think otherwise. Who was she kidding getting involved with Damon Salvatore? It was clear from the beginning that he was not someone worth caring for.
Thinking back, she recalled a conversation she once had. Elena had said she wouldn't be Katherine 2.0, but now, really thinking about it, she realized she was exactly that. She had played with both Salvatore brothers. Maybe this was her karma. She was to endure torment from them, torment that they had once experienced at the expense of the woman they loved, but only this time, they were smart enough to be the ones causing the damage.
Ultimately, she came to the conclusion that the best thing was for her to stay away from the two vampires, to pretend that they never came to Mystical Falls. Forget that they're supernatural beings, even just forgetting such two gorgeous guys would be a feat to accomplish in itself.
Concentrating in History wasn't going to happen. She wasn't going to kid herself. Her thoughts of Stefan, though they still lingered, were nothing to those of her thoughts of Damon. She cursed herself for not blocking out the images, but a small part of her didn't want to. The pleasure she'd felt was nothing she could've imagined, or even though possible. The way he held onto her body in such a possessive and animalistic manner, was hard to forget. He was rough, but not enough to really hurt her. The way his tongue ran across her lips, the way his teeth sunk into her soft flesh, and the way he showed no mercy on her tight, aching center would forever be burned into her memory. At the thought, her hand began to travel up her thigh. Damon Salvatore had made his mark on her alright, and in being honest with herself, she wouldn't want it any other way. Thankfully the sound of the school bell ringing snapped her back to the present. Elena yanked her hand away to put her hair behind her ear, subtly looking around the room to see who had noticed her exploring hand. She needed to get her mind off him. She needed to be rid of Damon Salvatore.
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The Mystic Grill was crowded after school. It seemed like everyone was there except the girls she was hoping to see. Caroline and Bonnie had ditched school early to pounce on the sales at the mall, not something Elena was particularly interested in. She'd hoped they would've been done by now, but apparently not. She did, however, spot Matt and Tyler finishing up a game of pool.
Things had been awkward with Matt since the Salvatore brothers came to town, and she regretted that. They had been best friends who'd grown up together, spending every minute of everyday playing around, but lately they were practically invisible to each other, more so Matt's decision than Elena's.
Tyler had looked up to see Elena heading their way, and ditched. Tyler and her never really got along, mostly due to the relationship between him and Jeremy. She never got in the middle of it, and didn't want to. There was just a mutual ignorance both Tyler and Elena were comfortable with. She gave him a smile as they passed each other, and continued her way towards Matt who greeted her with a large smile spread from ear to ear.
"Hey Matt."
"Sorry, who are you again?"
"Ha ha. Very funny. Sorry, I know I haven't exactly been around lately. You know, just things going on."
"Right... things..." he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Yes, things," she playfully tilted her head before replacing expressing a seriousness. "Listen Matt, I don't want to lose you as a friend. You mean so much to me, and I just want things to be how they were."
"I know things have been weird lately; I've been weird lately. But Elena, you could never lose me, even if you tried," he smiled.
"Well then, I think it's time we get back to what we do best."
A confused expression crossed his face. "Which is...?"
"Me beating you at pool," he chuckled, "I'll even let you break."
Elena grabbed a pool stick and scrunched up her face, "Prepare to lose Matthew. I've been practicing."
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"Success!" Elena exclaimed, "I told you I'd been practicing!"
"To say I'm surprised would be a lie; Dumbfounded is more the word." He laughed.
Elena gave him a punch on the arm, and the two headed over to the bar and took a seat, ordering two pops and an appetizer to share. They sat face to face, reminiscing over the good times they've had together, realizing how much they really missed each other's company. Unfortunately though, there was no way Elena's luck would allow her to have this much fun.
The Grill was crowded and Elena was feeling the heat. She took off her button up jacket, and unravelled her scarf from her neck. When turning to order another drink, Matt stood up from his stool and took notice to the soft flesh now exposed. Two large scratches were drawn across her neck, a result of the rough sex she'd partaken in only a short time ago.
"Elena what happened?" He ran his fingers down her neck, eliciting a shiver from them that both Elena and Matt noticed. He swallowed hard and stuttered to continue his questioning. "Wh-who did this? Was it Stefan? Elena tell me now. He won't get away with this."
Elena blushed as the image of the cause crossed her mind. Damon and Elena had gotten rough, and the scratches were minor compared to the mark on her thigh. Luckily the pink that covered her cheeks went unnoticed to Matt. He took her face in both of his hands and tilted her head to look up straight into his eyes.
"Well, well. What do we have here? Childhood sweethearts back together I see."
The color drained in Elena's face. The voice she recognized instantly and resulted in a sharp intake of breath. Matt's hands dropped as she turned to face the owner of the seductive voice. There he sat. Damon Salvatore hunched over the bar, drink in hand. Whiskey no doubt, his usual choice of drink. She cursed his ability to be so quiet and unsuspecting. Her eyes narrowed.
"I don't like that look on you," he moved his index finger in a circular motion, implying the stare down. "No," he tilted his head and smirked, "I much preferred that O face of yours. You know, when your eyelids flutter, and mouth falls into that perfect circle," he was interrupted.
"Damon.," she said sternly.
He continued, "You know what I'm talking about right Matt? Don't you? The way she arches her back when she-"
Elena brought her hand up with the intent to make connection with his face but was stopped by his hand gripping her wrist hard.
"Well now, that wouldn't be too nice Ms. Elena, especially after the compliments I've just bestowed upon you."
Staring him straight in the eyes, her wrist still in his grasp, she replied with conviction, "You ass."
Matt standing perfectly still, unsure of what to think, acted purely on instinct. "Get your hand off of her." Matt pulled Elena out of Damon's grip and stepped in front of her.
"The hero has come to the rescue." Damon rolled his eyes.
"Matt stop. It's fine just.. let's go." She turned to leave.
"No, Elena. He's going to apologize for speaking to you that way." His eyes never left Damon's.
"Oh am I?" He paused, "Matt, oh naive Matt... you're way out of your league on this one, I suggest you take Elena's advice and leave." His tone, once cocky, was now serious and threatening.
"Matt please go," Elena pleaded.
Without taking his eyes away from Damon's he replied, "You're coming with me."
Damon turned to Elena and gave her that look of his. The look that made her knees tremble, the look that made her heart beat impossibly fast, the look that caused a warmth in between her legs.
"I need to talk to Damon."
"Then I'm not going anywhere."
"Matt. He's not going to hurt me with all these people in here." She gave him a pleading look.
After a long pause Matt gave in, "I'll be waiting outside."
Elena nodded and waited for Matt to leave before turning to glare at Damon.
"We need to talk."
"Nothing good ever follows those four annoying words."