Chapter 10


"No. No. No! This is sugar not salt. Woman! Have you ever been in kitchen?" he asked brushed her away.

"I've told you I don't have time to cook." Elena replied, embarrassed. In the past one hour, she had done nothing but mess up whatever he handed her to do. It took Damon five minutes to know that his doe eyed vampire girlfriend didn't know the first thing about cooking. She couldn't even differentiate between sugar and salt. She is lucky I know how to cook. He thought.

"How are you even alive?"

"I always have lunches and dinners at one of my brothers' house. I don't ever need to cook" she retorted.

And then flash...a look of panic appeared on her face as if she said too much. Damon didn't know why she always panicked whenever she mentioned her family. It wasn't like he was going to eat them. Did she not trust him with her family? Yes, he gets it. He was a vampire and Elena's family was still very much human but he wasn't stupid to munch on his girlfriend's family. She can trust him.

"That is no excuse. How can someone not know the difference between sugar and salt?" he mocked.

"I never needed to do it before" she said hiding her face in embarrassment.

"Well! Let me you teach you some basics. Welcome to cooking-101. I will be your teacher Mr. Salvatore. Now the first and foremost thing that you should know about cooking is to never season a spicy Spaghetti sauce with GODDAMN sugar" he yapped.

"It was a mistake. How many times do I have to apologize?" she replied frowning.

"You literally never apologized even once"

"Ok! I am sorry"

"Sure and umm by the way for future reference, this is milk and these are eggs, this is dry yeast and this yellow thing this is butter-"

"You think you're some kind of master chef just because you know how to make Spaghetti sauce"

"Correction, Baby vamp. I can make the best spaghetti sauce in the world"

"Always so smug. You think the whole world revolves around you, right? You think you're better than everyone else in the world?" she said frowning. Sometimes his smugness annoyed her. How can someone be so self conceited?

"My smugness is a part of my charm, darling. And for the record I don't THINK I am better than everyone else in the world. I AM better than everyone else" he said in a tone laced with arrogance.

She didn't have any reply to that. He felt no shame in showing off and accepting that he was indeed very arrogant. He was different from the men in her clan because male vampires from Originals always treated her like royalty. They would agree to whatever she said whether she was right or wrong. They never challenged her views. Because they were scared of her siblings. They never treated her as an equal.

Damon mixed the chopped vegetables and seasoned them pouring them into a bowl. He looked at her. Her hair curtained her face. They had soft brown shade like peering at sun just when it was about to drown in darkness. He loved running his fingers through her long soft hair. He knew they were soft before he even touched them, thanks to his dreams. "By the way, I forbid you to ever cut your hair. I like them long" he said with a crooked smile. However his smile faltered when he noticed she wasn't even listening to him.

She saw his lips move but she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't quite caught what he said. "Baby Vamp!" he snapped her out of her daze.

"You zoned out on me" he said with a pout. He didn't like that something else would occupy her mind when she was with him. These were his stolen moments. He got them after a week of scheming to get her alone with him. He wasn't going to share.

"Sorry! What were you saying?" she asked with a sheepish smile.

Her smiled melted his heart. Wiping his hands off with a napkin, he took one threatening step closer to her. "I demand your undivided attention when you're with me, Elena. You're not allowed to think about anything but me when you're with me. No college, No Jenna, No Jeremy or Nick, Not anyone but me" he said in a voice full of authority.

She frowned slightly. As much as his possessiveness thrilled her sometimes it also scared her to the core. It reminded her so much of Klaus and Kol's behavior around their girlfriends before their mating bond. The very thought shivered her. She could not go through it.

"Stop that" she said.

"What?"

"Stop acting like a possessive jerk" she hissed.

"I can't. I can't stop being possessive. I am so crazy about you," he began saying while moving close to her , wrapping his arms around her waist and dropping his forehead on hers. "and I know that you're not that into me like I am into you. It drives me insane because I am happy; you make me happy and I want to be the only one who makes you happy. I really want this to work" he stopped . "I just don't want to lose you, Elena" he breathed.

"I am sounding like some kind of paranoid lunatic. Aren't I?" he added after awhile.

"It's not like you were ever on my list of top five sane people" she answered, smirking. When she looked up to him she noticed his eyes darkened. His eyes dancing from her lips to her eyes. He drew her nearer, her body full against his. He touched her lips with his fingertips. To him, she was an exquisite sketch of a goddess brought back to life. His eyes darted back from her lips to her eyes. She furrowed , confused; she couldn't understand why he was so mesmerized by her. Before he could lean in and capture her lips.

"What's the smell?" she said sniffing.

"Fuck!" he cursed as he unwrapped his arms from around her and raced to the oven. When he took the chicken out and removed the lid of the pot, he almost groaned in frustration as he noted that it had an unnatural color. He bit his lip and brought the chicken to the table. "I think it's burned," he said aloud. He looked so disappointed.

"It doesn't look that bad" Elena tried to comfort him. He huffed loudly as he backed a few steps. The back of his arm touched the bowl of spaghetti sauce that moved over the edge and crashed on the ground spilling its contents in every direction.

Elena's shot up to the raging vampire. That flaring of nostrils, that curling of fists, that biting of a bottom lip already swollen, the darkening of those irises. He looked ready to explode. "I can't get one thing right-" before he could start, she walked over to him, touching his arm. "It's okay. It's okay. We will just eat outside. We can have a homemade dinner tomorrow. It's not a big deal" she said rubbing his arm.

He instantly relaxed at her touch and tried to control his temper tantrum. She didn't need to see him losing his cool. So what he screwed up and made a complete idiot of himself in front of the girl that he was trying so hard to impress.

"Always screwing up things…" she heard him mumble. She found this quite man she had originally believed to be an arrogant asshole had only been trying to impress her. She felt a bit bad for treating him like doormat for a week.

"We could go out on a dinner... you can show me around the town. It will be fun, like the last time" she propositioned. "It would be like a date" she added, smiling. That brought a smirk on his face. "Are you asking me out on a dinner date?" he asked with a mock shocked face.

"Yes…" she smiled, circling her arms around his neck.

"Umm…let me think about it" he said pressing his lips.

She glared at him. "You know what on second thought-"

"Okay! Okay…At least this time you're going voluntarily" he replied fast. "Let me just clean this up" he added looking at the spilled sauce with a look of disgust.

She unhooked her arms around him. He quickly grabbed a bunch of towels and carefully cleaned the kitchen floor. After wiping it clean he disposed the towels in the bin and vamp sped to the sink. She watched him clean his hands repeatedly.

"Do you have some sort of cleaning disorder?" she asked in an amused tone.

"What? No" he said. "I just like everything clean and in perfect order" he answered washing his hands again.

"Huh! So you're one of those" she said nodding.

"what?"

"One of those people who can't get a life beyond their obsession with flicking the dust off from the glove that's glued to their hand"

"I told you I am not a neat freak. I'm just orderly" he said as he busied himself in cleaning the counters of kitchen. He took out a handheld vacuum and cleaned every last bit of dirt off the counter while she grinned. Definitely a neat freak. She thought. This wasn't too good. She had known from an experience that Neat freak equals control freak.

Once he was done, he washed his hands again. With a slight shy grin, he offered her his hand. She rolled her eyes but laced her fingers through his as they walked out of the kitchen to the main door.


Seated across from each other, Damon looked at his date. She was focused on the menu. He reached out and made a grab for her hand that was on the table. Her hand lingered in his a bit before she pulled it away, vaguely aware that he hung on loosely, making her fingers slide from his grip.

He couldn't help but keep his hands on her, anywhere, as long as he was touching her somehow he felt calm and happy. Seated across from each other, the damn table in between them was making it difficult for him to touch her. Under the table, the side of his foot slowly brushed the side of her knee.

Elena's eyes shot from the menu cards to him, warning him with her eyes. "Stop it" she murmured calmly. He smirked as his foot moved up her knee. She peered up at him innocently as she kicked his shin. He flinched. The girl could kick he would give her that.

"Please! Keep your hands—and your legs—to yourself. We are in a public place and there are children around" she said her eyes still on the menu.

"Don't be such a prude" he said making face.

"Not everyone can be crude and vulgar like you"

"Since when is holding your girlfriend's hand vulgar?" he asked narrowing his eyes.

"I don't enjoy public display of affections" she said.

"Well I do. I want to show everyone the passionate desire I have for you. I want to tell the world that you're mine" he replied boldly.

"You're weird"

"I'm not weird; I just fall outside your exceptionally narrow view of the world." He replied coolly. "Seriously live a little. Your uptightness suffocates me" he added. In a way, he was right. She never did learn to live properly. Always so guarded and protected like a porcelain doll. Never allowed and trusted to make her own decisions. Never allowed to make mistakes. No, she always had to be perfect. But she wasn't going to accept that. Especially in front of the arrogant asshole version of him.

"I am not uptight. It's called normal human behavior. You wouldn't know because you don't know the first thing about maturity"

"Immaturity is the new fabulous" he replied not minding at all.

She didn't have reply to that. He managed to dumbfound her again. He smirked satisfied that he won the argument.

"What? No comeback?" he mocked.

"Is it possible to shut your mouth, even for two seconds?" she snapped.

"Is that your way of asking me to kiss you?"

"You're impossible" she huffed.

"Stop acting like you don't like it. We both know that you adore me and you want to fuck my brains out" he said with a slight smirk.

He adored the sweet blush that covered her face. Swallowing hard, she forced her gaze away, otherwise he would surely see the want in her eyes, if he hadn't already. "I wish you would stop being so vile" she said as she tried to keep a straight face.

He mock gasped as he fell back in his chair, laying his hand, feebly on his heart. "How can I deny you anything when you ask so nicely" he breathed. "Ok! I promise I will never be vile ever again…unless we are in bed in which case I will probably dirty talk to you"

She casts her eyes downward and smiled. He can never change.

He chuckled. "Don't worry I didn't see the blush on your face"

"Are you ready to order?" their server interrupted them.

His behavior instantly changed from nice and playful to strict and tough as he glared at the person who interrupted them. He just got her complete undivided attention and he was in no mood to share it even for a second.

"I will have eggplant parmesan" she chimed with a smile.

"You're an eggplant girl, huh?" he asked.

"Is that bad , you don't like eggplant?" she asked, looking alarmed.

"Love it. Just taking notes" he replied.

"For what? our second date'

"I was thinking five year anniversary" he replied.

She shook her head with a smile.

"and you?" the server asked Damon.

"I will have what she is having" he said dismissing him.

"So, after this-" Damon continued talking but was rudely interrupted by their server again. "What about dessert?"

He glared at the disgusting human, thinking of all the ways he could rip his head off that is until his doe eyed vampire sitting across him touched his hand slightly as if to calm him down.

"Chocolate Caramel bars" she said.

"I just hate it when someone interrupts me" he mumbled under breath.

"You really have serious temper issues. No?" she asked narrowing her eyes.

He nodded. He had a tendency to get very angry if things didn't go his way and really needed time to cool down, but surprisingly the girl across him could easily calm him down by her mere touch. A part of him never wanted to show her his anger outburst. He never tolerated people who talked back to him but somehow when she did he didn't minded much. He actually adored her courage to not get intimidated by him. Then again, he never wanted to intimidate her, he tried to be playful and funny around her. This was a side of him that no one other than her and his close friends could see.

"Why don't you get professional help?" she asked.

"I am not crazy" he replied feeling indignant.

"There is no shame in getting counseling. Hell my elder brother turns into raging banshee when he is angry. Caroline made him go to counseling and now he admits that he feels hell a lot better-"

"It's just a load of bull crap" he said making a face.

"I am doing a degree in psychology" she said with a straight face.

"Oh…Ummm…then it's not bull crap"

"How can you be a walking Casanova if you don't even know how to talk to women properly?" she said with a cold sigh.

"I don't talk much. It's more of Wham- Bam-Thank you- Ma'am kinda situation all the time" he replied boldly.

Just then their server came back with two helpers and placed their food on table. As they started eating Elena asked "then why are you so different with me? Why am I an exception?"

Because I am in love with you. Because you drive me crazy. Because I want to live the rest of my eternity with you. Because I was in love with you before I ever knew you existed. He thought.

"You make me happy and I haven't been happy for a very long time. There's something in your smile. Something about your style. Something about the way you talk back to me. Maybe it's the sexy way you walk? The softness of your skin? The innocent and raw emotions in your beautiful eyes? I just knew that if I didn't get you they'd just cram up in my head and I would just go insane" he spoke earnestly.

"Wow" she breathed looking away nervously. "You really are good at this" He stared at her, at the nervous way she rubbed her palms over the sides of her worn jeans. He envied them. The way they clung to her legs.

"I am not playing you, Baby Vamp. I mean it" he said earnestly.

The next one hour passed in the blink of an eye. She lost count on how many times he made her laugh as he told her stories about his clan.

"It was crazy in the start working the wolves. There was this one wolf that burst through my living room like a wrecking ball and attacked Stefan. He was screaming like a bitch and didn't talk to me for a month. Before Bonnie came along, we had to tie the wolves in the cellar on full moon until they learned to control the transformation" he explained.

He stopped; he took his spoon, tapped it gently and broke through the crust of the caramel bar. He took a small bite and offered the rest to her. She opened her mouth as he fed her.

"I should probably buy a round of shot for everyone here" he said with a content sigh.

"Huh"

"We went one hour without fighting for an hour. That is a fucking milestone." He said with a devilish grin. "I mean with the constant bickering you-" he was interrupted by her.

"Are you implying that I'm the one who always starts the argument?" she said playfully narrowing.

"Fine! Let's argue about who starts the argument" he said with an amused smile.

"Keep that attitude and this will end before it even started" she said pointing to him and herself.

"You will have to stake me to keep me away from you" he said as possessive streak passed through him. "I don't think I will survive losing you" he added with blunt honesty. He wanted to show her his true intentions with her.

"I am sure you will find someone else to entertain you. There are plenty of fishes in sea" she replied indifferently.

"Yes there are, too bad I am not interested in dating a fish" he retorted. She giggled again.

She took the spoon from him and plunged into the dessert bowl. He opened his mouth to accept it from my fingers, but she playfully pulled it away, teasing him.

"You know better than to tease a century old vampire" he warned playfully as he held her wrist and ate the caramel bar off it.

She rolled her eyes with a slight giggle. "Umm…We have to close down" the server interrupted them again. Elena glanced around the room. The restaurant was nearly empty. "I can compel…" he said looking at her.

"No! We should probably leave them to do their work"

"Translation, I wanna get you into bed but I am too uptight and proud to say that I want you" he mocked.

A blush covered her face. He just loved to embarrass her in front of everyone."Do you even hear the obscenity that is coming out of your mouth?" she snapped at him.

"How long have you two been married?" another server asked them curiously.

"We are not-" he stammered.

"I rather eat vervain grenades" she replied with a shudder.

Paying his bill, he pulled her by her hand and laced his fingers with her and dragged her with him outside.


"You drive like a maniac" she said as soon as he stopped the car in driveway. He pulled out the keys and vamp sped to her side and threw her door open. He grasped her wrist and pulled her out.

"Can't . Wait. Any . Longer" he whispered. Before she knew to stop him, he pulled her into his arms and his lips met hers. He ravished her mouth with vengeance. He expected her to be surprised, but instead, her hands went around his neck as she softly moaned into his mouth. She heard an answering growl come from his throat as he wrapped his arm around her waist and jerked her up , pressing her even more against his hardness.

She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. Something about this man made her forget everything. She didn't remember the thousand promises she made to herself that she would stay away from him. She didn't remember that she was suppose to hate him. She didn't remember that her family would probably skin her alive if they found out about her betrayal. She forgot everything when he devoured her mouth and throat with utmost tenderness and love as if she was the most precious thing to him.

She kissed him back, pushing against him just as he pressed her harder against the door he vamp sped at. "We need to…bedroom" she tried to speak. "Aha" he said as he sucked on a soft spot on her neck.

He hiked her up, his lips trailing back to her lips, as she wrapped herself more tightly around him. His urgency for her was overwhelming. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on getting them both to his bedroom. Thanking God for his supernatural abilities he zoomed them to his bedroom without colliding with a wall.

"I can't wait." Damon practically ripped off her clothes before tossing her on the bed. He wriggled his arms free of both sleeves and pulled off his shirt. Any trace of lightheartedness Elena had remaining left as he hovered above her. His lips crashed against hers, smothering the small whimper that escaped her mouth.

He pulled back after what seemed to be forever and took the sight in front of him. Her dark curls spread haphazardly across his pillows. He hurriedly wrapped his arms, and the blanket, around her, pulling her close, feeling her warmth. He brought his lips down the smooth column of her neck, dropping kisses as he went.

"Madness," he whispered. "You drive me to madness." He added as his lips trailed down from her neck to her chest. He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, suckling at her, his eyes on her the whole time. Her head tipped back, her back arched.

His lips trailed down her to flat belly as his hands removed the offensive lace underwear. He almost moaned as he felt her wetness for him. A possessive streak passed over him. He wanted her to say "it". His lips trailed up to her. "Say it" he ordered as he sucked on her neck making her whimper.

"What?" she breathed.

"You know it. You know what I wanna hear" he growled. "You're mine, baby. Admit it."

"Say it. Say it!"

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers slid inside her.

He smirked. She sneaked her hands down as they dropped to the waist of his denims. She didn't blush as she had the last time they had been together; instead her gaze held his, strong and sure of what she wanted. Stripping him off his jeans, she waited in anticipation for him to take charge. "You don't know how long I have waited for this" he murmured harshly as he laced his fingers through hers and pinned them on either side of her head on the bed.

Slowly, he entered her, the hot, hard tip of his manhood plunging into her softness, making her cry out with longing. Their gazes locked as he made love to her with such slow, passionate strokes. He kissed her harder as he plunged deeper, more forceful strokes as the need to claim her took over.

She sank her teeth into her lower lip as he jerked forwards, slamming hard into her, and groaned. He relished her moans, reveled in her soft reaction to his strokes. With soft cry she finally attained her orgasm with him following after her soon. He fell on her top of her hiding his face in the crook of her neck.


Elena was still sleeping. They had a long night. He had taken her three times and he still wanted her. He couldn't ever get tired of her. He had one more day before he had to drop her back to college. So far, everything was going great. He wanted to give her the best weekend. He wanted to show her around the town. He wanted to show her a little in glance of his life. But that could all wait. He did have an eternity with her.

Later when he was sure she had enough sleep he had woken her up with breakfast in bed. He cooked a great omelet, made her a strong cup of decaffeinated coffee and toast with just the right amount of butter and syrup on the side. She was surprised by his tenderness and consideration. After breakfast, they showered together and made passionate love again. When she came out of the washroom with him after a long session of love making she remembered that he had ripped her clothes of last night and now she had nothing to wear.

"I like you naked anyway" he shrugged when she reminded him.

She glared at him. "Okay! Okay! You can wear my shirt" he suggested. She rolled her eyes and walked to his closet.

His eyes were glued on her back as he pulled on his jeans. His phone buzzed loudly. "I gotta take this" he muttered as he walked out of the room.

"Are we allowed to come back?" Enzo asked.

"No. Stay somewhere else till Sunday evening"

"We won't bother you much"

"What part of get your own place don't you understand" he muttered.

"Fine but don't come crying to us when she dumps your ass"

"Whatever" he muttered.

"Will you be coming here at the training ground today?" Enzo asked.

"I'm not sure-"

"You can bring your girl and show her around here."

"I will have to ask her"

"Oh…so you're one of those?"

"One of what?"

"Washed down love sick puppy dog"

"Screw you"

"Not even if my life depended on it" Enzo chuckled.

"Way to make everything awkward…I will text you if I am coming up" he replied before he hung up. He walked back in his room. She stood at the dresser wearing his shirt which fell to the middle of her sun kissed colored thighs. And he couldn't take his eyes off.

"You are forbidden to wear anything but my shirts from now on" he said as he wrapped his arms around her, rested his chin on her shoulder. She giggled slightly casting her eyes down. She looked at their reflection in the mirror of the dresser.

"You are so beautiful." He softly kissed her nape. "You're actually killing me."

She rolled her eyes spinning around. "You know…you never showed me your sketches" she reminded him.

"You wanna see my sketches?" he asked, smiling.

She nodded, innocently. "Okay! Wait here" he said as he zoomed to another room and came back after a few minutes holding some sketch pads.

The next half hour passed as she gushed over his sketches. Her eyes wide with awe and adoration as she flipped through pages of his sketch pad. She asked a lot of questions. Why he made it? When he made it? How can he make it so beautifully? And the last his personal favorite question.

"Can you teach me how to sketch?" she asked.

"Can I ever say no to you?" he replied. She beamed at him pecking him once before she continued going through the sketch pads. "This so beautiful…It's the view of that sunrise we watched together. Isn't it?" she asked recognizing one of the sketch. He nodded, smiling. "It looks even better here" she murmured, mesmerized as she ran her fingers on the page.

"Yes but this one…I made it an year back" he informed. "All these sketches are" he added.

"That rooftop is one of your favorite spot. Isn't it?"

He made a face. "It wasn't before but now it is" he said with a crooked smile.

She was so engrossed in his sketches that when he pulled her towards him, and into his lap, locking his arms around on her flat stomach. He pulled her hair to a side, kissing her neck, breathing in her beauty, and stroking her cheek. The fragrance of her blood was blinding him. He wanted to bite her. He wanted to claim her his. The urge was so strong that for a second he vamped out. He instantly regained his composure. He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. He heard her gasp. His eyes darted to the sketch pad on her lap.

He froze as he saw one of her eyes he made an year back.

"Is this me?" she asked in a surprised tone.

"Uh…"

"When did you make this?"

"Recently" He almost face palmed himself. He had made sure he had hidden the sketch pad of her sketches. He had a separate pad exclusively for her.

"but you said these are sketches from an year back" she said narrowing her eyes.

"Did I? Huh…I must have confused this one with another sketch book"

"It's really pretty though" Elena said with a shy smile.

"It's not even close to the real thing. I could never do them justice" he said with a sigh.

"They are remarkably beautifully pure, stunningly brown and soft like velvet. So innocent and angelic…" he said as he cupped her face. He was obsessed with her eyes. They captivated him and mesmerized him for years.

Elena looked at him with a confused face. His face looked so sincere, his eyes held so much desire. Why does he act like this? Why was he so drawn to her? She thought, confused.

"Well! Your eyes are really really blue and pretty"" she replied. He let out a laugh at her bluntness.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing" This was also something he loved about her. She was so adorably comfortably in being herself. She wasn't pretentious.

The rest of the hour passed with him trying to cop a feel while she was engrossed going through his sketches.


"You're a fucking vampire. Why the hell are you afraid of a horror movie?" he asked when she flat out refused to watch a horror movie with him.

"I am not afraid. I just don't feel uncomfortable watching a horror movie" she said making a face.

"You're the biggest wimp vampire I have seen in my life" he mocked her

"I am dating an unhinged, century old vampire who tried to kill me the first time and kidnapped me several times when I refused to go out with him. That gets me out of list of top ten wussies" she said waving him off.

"We are watching rom-com" she said as she took the remote from him.

"Over my dead body" he snarled.

"That could be arranged" she replied coolly.

"Baby, a horror movie is hundred times better then a romantic movie. When you're watching horror, your fear takes over and you're completely immersed in the film. That doesn't happen with rom-coms." He said as he tried to explain.

" I don't want to be immersed in a world where driving down a highway can end up with chainsaw-wielding cannibal family torturing you"

"Admit it! You're just a wussy"

"SHUT UP."

"MAKE ME."

"We are not watching a rom-com and that's final!"

"The hell we are!" she raged.

"Why am I even arguing when I can just snatch the remote-" he said as he quickly took the remote from her hand. "Older and stronger" he reminded her as he waved the remote in front of her hands. He was over the moon, proud and smug by his strength and she looked like she wanted to send him to the moon.

"Give it back" Times like this made her wonder how some kind of psycho like him could manage to scrounge up enough charm to attract her.

"Oh…I am convinced" he said making an amused face.

She launched on him knocking him onto the bed and tried to yank the remote from Damon's hand. He could easily pin her down. He held back his full strength and playfully wrestled her. She pinched the muscle between his shoulder until Damon flexed his hand enough for Elena to snatch it back. She squealed happily as she won.

"I win" she cheered as she straddled him. He rolled his eyes and looked up at doe eyed vampire. His girlfriend. His world. He willingly sacrificed his victory for her happiness. By now, he knew she loved to win. That was something they both had in common. Damon always won. He never accepted defeat. He hated losing. That's what made him a great leader. But he was willing to lose any game from her for her happiness.

"Who is the tough vampire now?" she said arrogantly.

Ok. Game over.

He flipped them on the bed. "I am" he said wiggling his brows.

She flushed, lowered her lashes, suddenly flustered as the reality hit her. He let her win. Didn't he? When she looked into his eyes to ask him she found her voice stuck in her throat as she noticed the look on his face. The mesmerized look he had whenever he looked into her eyes. She knew what was coming next.

She smiled at him touching his face. She hasn't thought even once about her family till now. It was like when he was around all she could see, all she could hear and all she could think, was him. It was as if he casted a spell on her. She had never been so happy. She had never felt so alive. He leaned in her touch.

Slowly, oh, so softly, he pressed his lips to hers, as his fingers lost themselves in the thickness of her hair.

Flipping them over, with a yank, she tore open his shirt. She kissed his neck, his collarbone, hands moving to his bare chest. He moaned in pleasure as his hands worked to remove her shirt off her shoulders and cup her soft breasts. She swatted his hands away as she delved lower to his torso as she trailed her long nails down his abdomen, making him quiver with desire.

Her lips continued down his abdomen as she unbuckled his jeans. He hurriedly pushed him off himself, eager for more of her attention. Her lips trailed from his waist to his erect shaft where she placed little kisses on the head before she took him completely into her. She gazed up at him while she rolled the head of his shaft between her lips and tongue. She took the head out of her mouth and licked the underside of him. Her lips trailed down his thighs biting them slightly.

When she took him again in his mouth, he rejoiced with relief silently. He groaned and fisted his hands in her already ruffled hair, thrusting his hips up so she could take more. By the sound of his groans and whimper she knew he was soon about to explode.

He had been with countless women and she still made him feel like a nervous inexperienced teenager. It didn't matter how experienced he was. He felt like a washed down, love sick puppy when he was around her.

"Baby vamp…I can't…I can't hold on much longer" he managed to choke. The vixen didn't even care. She continued her delicious assault on him. He didn't know when he lost senses as his orgasm shook through his body.

When he regained senses she was grinning at him with her devilish grin.

"You're something else" he complemented.

She smirked. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. Flipping them over so now he was on top. He sucked on her neck, fighting his temptations to bite her. Once, he was hard again, he plunged into her without any sort of warning. No need for fore-play. Their whole conversation was fore-play. They had been circling each other the day they set eyes on each other for the first time.

He groaned as her hands ran around his scalp, scraping the skin there and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Then anchoring his hands on her hips, he plunged in to her, determined to exorcise this consuming maddening need he had for her. He just couldn't get enough of her. The thought that she was going back to her college tomorrow scared him. How was he suppose to live a whole week without her. Yes, he already decided to bring her back home next weekend.

He leaned up on his elbows as he readied himself to plunge deep inside her. I love you. I want you for forever. He repeated in his mind over and over again. He wished he could say it out loud. For a second he considered locking her up permanently in his house but that wasn't normal and he was sure she wouldn't like this idea.

He whispered gently to her. He told her how much he wanted her. How much she drove him insane and how much he hurt when she threw him out of her dorm. He told her how much he adored her. He told her how much he found her beautiful. Kissing her lips and drawing her tongue into his mouth, mumbling against it as he cupped her face. He evened out his strokes, forcing himself deep into her before they both rode out their orgasms.

Panting in after bliss, he pulled her close to his chest as he closed his eyes. He couldn't wait for her college to be over. He was going to bring her here to live with him forever and that was final.


It took them time to get dressed again but they were finally here on the training ground. Just because his girlfriend was in town didn't mean he was off duties. He enjoyed seeing her bare legs in another one of dress she borrowed from Bonnie when he insisted on taking her out to show her training sessions.

He was holding her hand as he showed her his fighter vampires. The exact vampires they used whenever they had some brawl with her clan. She kept her cool as she observed everything. They weren't just for her family. Every clan kept fighter vampire troops in case another clan decides to attack.

"Don't attack from the front" Damon growled at the young vampires who were learning battle techniques. "You will get your neck snapped before you know it" he added strictly.

The young vampire cowered as he realized the chief was addressing him. They continued training as Enzo taught them. Damon watched them with a strict glare and often demonstrated fight moves whenever needed. Elena was standing with the witch Bonnie as her boyfriend worked, occasionally winking or waving at her.

"I have never seen him so happy before" Bonnie snapped her out of her thoughts.

"huh" Elena looked taken aback.

"You have the power to make him really miserable when you're ignoring him and really happy when you're standing alongside him" she continued.

"I didn't intend on making him miserable. I have some…I have some problems" Elena couldn't quite explain.

Bonnie looked at her quizzically. "I get it he is impulsive and really dangerous when you cross him but you mean hell a lot to him. He has got real good heart. It's just been broken a lot of times. He is fighting so hard to keep you around…you make him happy. Just don't hurt him" Bonnie said softy touching her arm.

"Uh…Aha…Okay" Elena replied nodding.

"And I am always here for you whenever you need me. You're practically family now."

"Oh…That's very nice of you" Elena replied with a formal smile.

"I mean it. If he brought you here at the training ground. He must trust you a lot" Bonnie said with a slight chuckle.

"What's so special about this place?" Elena asked looking around.

"Elena…" a voice said. She span around. The blonde vampire was looking at her with a soft smile. "Hi"

"Hi! Stefan" Elena replied with a tight lipped smile. Damon's brother didn't like her much. His last threat to her was still very fresh in her mind.

"Can I steal our guest for a minute?" he said looking at Bonnie. He offered his hand to Elena.

Elena didn't want to go with Stefan. She looked at the training ground where her boyfriend was busy teaching his fighter vampires. "Come on Elena! I won't bite" Stefan said with a devilish smile. She placed her palm in his hand as he walked with her toward a corner of the field. She looked back as she noticed he brought very further away from where the rest of Ripper clan were.

"Scared?" Stefan voice brought her out of her thoughts.

She flinched when his fingers trailed up her arm. "I am not scared of anyone. Touch me and you will be eating dust off the ground before you know it" Elena hissed with a smile.

"Why? Will you call your boyfriend and complain about me?" Stefan mocked.

"I don't need my boyfriend to defend me against YOU. I can handle you myself" she replied.

"Feisty!huh…I see why he likes you" Stefan smirked.

"Is there any point to this? Why did you want to talk to me?" Elena said folding her arms on her chest.

Stefan stepped closer. He smiled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I just wanted to warn you. My brother is thinking from his dick rather than the brain or he wouldn't have brought you here. I understand he is smitten by you. Who wouldn't? Because my God you're beautiful (sigh) but if i found out you have some hidden agenda against my clan. I swear to God I will track you down and tear your limb from limb before I end your miserable life" he said with a very sweet smile that scared her. "I am very protective of my clan" he added.

"And yeah…score down that bitchy attitude. I won't tolerate it if you hurt my brother again. I don't care if he is crazy about you I will burn you and drain every drop of your human family if you fuck with his head again…" he said a smile plastered on his face, tucking another strand behind her hair.

"My brother should not know about this if you want your family alive". He whispered. He bent down to kiss her cheek. "So glad to have you here…"


After teaching the young scrawny useless vampires another move, he looked up to see his girlfriend. She wasn't standing next to Bonnie. His eyes narrowed. He had specifically told her to not roam around here. This part of the forest was deadly and dangerous. Yes, she was vampire but he wasn't taking any risks.

He zoomed in front of Bonnie. "Where is Elena?" he demanded.

"Calm down! She is with Stefan" Bonnie replied.

"No! No! No! You were not supposed to let her go with anyone. Wasn't I clear enough?" he said, annoyed.

"Where did they go?" he added.

"Towards the meadows" Bonnie replied no question asked. She knew how male vampires got over their mates. Elena wasn't his mate yet but he was in love with her. He was just as protective and possessive as a mate would be.

He vamp sped to where he Bonnie had told him. He didn't have to go much further. They were standing in a corner. Stefan was smiling at her. He was standing close to her. A little too close. Pettishly, he felt insane jealousy at their proximity. Just then Stefan ran his fingers through her hair. His thoughts burned with rage thinking of someone else touching the girl he loved. He didn't care if that someone else was his brother.

Stefan said something in her ear and dipped down kissing her cheek. A surge of nerve burn jealousy ran through his body as he witnessed that. He didn't look away and stood there watching that like a masochist as he felt his hands clench with unmitigated rage.

"So glad to have you here…" Stefan said loudly.

"What's going on here?" he interrupted them trying his best to keep his cool.

"Just talking to this amazing woman here…She is really something" Stefan said sweetly.

"You could have talked there with all of us around. You didn't need to bring her here alone" Damon retorted.

"Why? Can't I talk to Elena? She is my friend too" Stefan asked.

"No! You can't" Damon retorted taking a step toward him. Elena held his arm, calming him down with her touch. Somehow, she knew it always worked. He relaxed slightly at her touch.

"Stefan…" Bonnie's voice came from a little further. "We need your help here" she added.

Stefan nodded. "If we are done here, Can I go?" he asked his brother.

"Scram" Damon ordered. Stefan smirked as he moved past him and zoomed towards Bonnie.

"We were just talking" Elena said after a minute, once she was sure he calmed down.

"I know…" he said looking away. "But that fucker was touching you, it nearly drove me insane." He added. He could never hide his emotions. He was never the one to hide. He loved furiously and he hated furiously. Everything had to be extreme with him. There was no in between.

"It was harmless. You know that you're the only one I want" Elena comforted him.

He looked slightly taken aback. "I am?" he breathed.

Okay. She said too much. She nodded. A grin broke on his face.

"I know you will eventually break" he said cockily. "I mean seriously who can ever resist Damon Salvatore" he added smugly.

"You know what else I can't resist…breaking your smug nose If you don't stop that" she retorted blushing.

He smirked with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Stop smiling! Stop looking so cute and happy! No! Bad Caveman!" she mocked, hitting him on the arm.

"Caveman?" he asked frowning.

She nodded. He smiled. He laced his fingers through hers as they walked silently in between chestnut trees.

"Everyone keeps saying that you trust me too much because you brought me here" Elena said breaking the intimate silence.

"I do…I do trust you a lot" he answered, smiling as he looked at her. "I trust you with my life"

"What's so special about this place? It's a bunch of trees" Elena said looking around, ignoring the fact that he just reveled he trusted her.

"It's special because this part of the forest is the reason all of us are alive" he replied smirking.

"Huh"

"These are white oak trees. The bark of these trees is used to make stakes. Only white oak trees can kill off Originals" he said. She stiffened slightly but tried to keep her cool. She looked around curiously.

"No…these are not. These are not white oak trees. These are chestnut trees" Elena said after a minute.

He smirked slightly. "That's just an optical illusion due to Bonnie's spell" he revealed.

"What?"

"You think Originals would let it grow if they knew where their only destruction tool is. They would burn the forest down to ground. The Bennett clan has helped us throughout the century to keep these trees hidden. We'd be all dead the day Originals found out about this place" he said.

Elena looked around. She praised their planning in her head. They were very smart. She memorized the location unconsciously. Damon was too far in love to know that he had just given the girl he loved a way to finish everything he build for over centuries.

He gaze was fixated on her face as she looked around with awe on her face. Oh! How he loved her.


To Damon, weekend passed in a blink of an eye and he finally had to drop her back to college. He tried to enjoy the time he had left with her on his drive back but he couldn't. He was afraid she was going to shut out on him again.

"You were really quiet, today" Elena said as he parked in front of her dormitory. "Is something bothering you?" she said as she ran her fingers on the nape of his neck.

"Promise me you won't shut out on me this time?" he said.

Her heart squeezed in guilt. This was exactly what she told herself on her way back. That this to end. But she didn't want it to end. Just one month. It's just a crush. I will get over it in a month. What harm could one month do? She thought. Just to get him out of my system. She lied to her conscience again. She was aware that she was deceiving her own self. The worst sort of deception is self deception. It would only end in destruction. But when he looked at her with such hopeful eyes as if his world depended on this answer she just had to say.

"I promise"

"We will call daily?" he asked.

"Yes"

"You will spend the next weekend with me?" He asked holding her wrist.

"I will"

"Won't your mum mind?"

"Don't pull that crap on me. I am a grown up woman. I make my own decisions" she chimed.

"My girl" he said smugly. He cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb, leaning in, he captured her lips tenderly. I love you. He said in his mind. No one in your whole life will love you the way I do. He thought. I wish I could tell you this. I really wish I could. But I can't. He thought as he kissed her forcefully parting her lips and exploring her mouth, cupping her face softly in his hands and thoroughly kissing her.

She pulled back almost in a dazed smile. "I have to report to management. I will call you at night" she said pecking him once again.

"Bye" she waved as she jumped out. He reversed the car out of the parking reluctantly and looked at her one last night before he raced out of the campus.


This week was killing him. Damon felt like this time was moving slow on purpose just to piss him off. He tried to focus on work. He was here with Alaric, in the vampire council. He was here to make sure Klaus fucking mix breed low life Michelson wasn't stewing anymore trouble.

Klaus Michelson and his fucking clan, where to begin. They were cheap and power hungry. Even the Vampire Council couldn't control them. For others their feud was over more blood. But it wasn't. It ran deeper. For centuries, creatures whimpered in fear by the name of their clan. He had almost killed werewolves to the point of extinction. He had burned witch clans alive that tried to restrict the Original clan from causing anymore destruction. They killed vampire clans that didn't obey Michael and Klaus. They were ruthless and terrifying. Rick was one of the oldest vampire who was brave enough to stand up against them. That did not go well with Klaus who killed Rick's wife Jo two centuries ago.

Devastated, Alaric swore to get revenge. He had made a clan of his own. He named them the Rippers. And he, Damon Salvatore was the lucky one to lead them. His clan consisted of all the creatures Klaus and his clan messed with. All the creatures whose lives were ruined by Original clan. United , vampires, werewolves, witches and hunters stood against one of the most oldest and terrifying clan of the world.

"Everything okay?" Alaric asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He nodded confidently.

Just then the bane of his life, Klaus fucking Michelson walked in suited in a navy blue suit. He looked at Damon with a look of disgust.

"Salvatore" he said as if it was an insult.

"Michelson" Damon spat back.

"Whose funeral is it?" Klaus said taking a jibe at his black suit.

"Haven't decided yet" Damon said looking around the room. "Play your cards right and you could be the one lucky man dying by the hands of yours truly" he added.

Out of nowhere ,Stefan came to stand beside his brother.

"I see the mini Satan is here too" Klaus said looking at Stefan with utmost disgust.

Stefan smirked. "Yeah…By the way, how is your sister? Do tell her I miss her" Stefan said in a bitter tone.

"Say that again and I will warm you right up on her behalf…by setting you on fire" Klaus hissed.

Damon chuckled. This always got Klaus. He never got over the fact that they used his own sister against him.

"Beats you two though…Ready to kill each other over a woman who never loved any of you" Klaus hissed back.

"And look what that got her in the end. She is rotting in hell as we speak." Damon said with a smirk.

"and you will be soon joining her too" Stefan added.

Klaus chuckled. " Bark all you want. We all know all of you lowlife Rippers together can't touch a single hair on my head. It's just a matter of time before I have you all on your knees begging me for forgiveness while I rip everyone's head off. So enjoy while you can" Klaus said dismissing them.

He moved toward the head of the council and talked to him silently. When he went out of the room, one of the council member called them.

"Klaus Michelson is getting married. He will be having human guests. By the order of council you and your clan members are not allowed to feed on them even if they cross the boundary in exchange for that they will take their case back regarding Bonnie Bennett's magic instability" Lord Alden stated.

Damon smirked. Weeks and weeks of scheming and now he won another case from Klaus. To other people this might be a understanding treaty but for him it was another battle he won without much of an effort.

Stefan chuckled. "This was so easy"

"-which is surprising" Alaric added. "Klaus fought furiously for months to prove that Bonnie should be put down because she was unstable. How can he just take his case back?" Alaric said.

"so that means" Damon caught up to his thoughts.

"He is thinking something big…"


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