Elena melted into the kiss, her hazy mind finally registering who she was kissing, and held onto Damon's collar. She felt like if she didn't hold onto him she'd fall. It was an intoxicating feeling. She tried to pull them closer together, but ended up slipping. Damon caught her by the arm before she could hit the pavement. Elena chuckled drunkenly in his arms. Damon pulled her back up, staring at her urgently.
"Elena, I have to get you out of here," he said sternly. She nodded in response, and accepted his hand. Damon grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, so that her back was against his chest. She swallowed in anticipation.
He was just about to jump, when Elena started shaking her head and struggling in his arms, desperate to escape. He immediately released her and stared at her in confusion.
"I… can't!" Elena said, panicked. Damon could hear her heart racing in anxiety. He was absolutely puzzled while she continued to take shallow breaths, on the verge of a breakdown. "I… can't leave! He'll kill me! I'll die!"
His eyes widened in worry. "Who will kill you? Elijah?"
It was as if Elena didn't even hear him; she just backed away from the ledge. "He'll kill me… don't let him kill me!"
Damon took a deep breath and approached her, their eyes locking. He dilated his pupils while staring at Elena's chocolate eyes, desperate to calm her down. "No one is going to kill you. I just need you to calm down and leave with me before they come back."
Elena immediately took a deep breath and calmed down. Damon just gazed at her for a few short moments, and grabbed her by the waist, and rushing away from the house using his supernatural speed.
Within a minute, they were about ten miles away from the house, surrounded by nothing but trees. Damon set Elena down so that she could catch her bearings. As soon as she was standing up, she started panicking again.
"He's going to kill me… I said I would stay there!" she screamed. Damon was in front of her within a second, his hand over her mouth.
"Shhhh," he whispered, gesturing in the direction of the house. He knew that Elijah could still hear them if Elena screamed.
She started to struggle against him, tears falling. Damon immediately wrapped his arms around her, and her breathing slowed immediately. For once, he was thankful of the spell, for his embrace was all it took to calm her down. He sat down on the ground, bringing her with him, so that her head was placed on his shoulder. Soon, Elena's sobs died out and she lifted her head. Damon brought his hand up to the side of her face.
"So are you sober now?" he asked, gazing into Elena's vulnerable eyes. He could still notice her slight sluggishness, but she was much better. And when she nodded, he continued to get to the subject he was thinking about the most."What happened in that house?"
She hung her head, letting a silent tear fall. "I don't even know," she replied honestly. "It's all mostly a blank. I remember seeing Elijah. He came and saw me a lot. But I don't remember what he said or why he was ever there. And I remember Klaus… kissing my neck…." Elena furrowed her brows in concentration. "Biting my neck?" she suggested, thinking hard.
"They compelled you," he stated flatly, talking to himself. Elena nodded and closed her eyes in shame.
When she opened her eyes up again, she noticed that Damon was staring off into space, deep in thought. His figure was completely still, eyes opened wide while his mind was wandering. She then noticed how perfectly blue his eyes were; it was as if she had forgotten. His eyes were the lightest she'd ever seen, now looking like a clear tropical ocean shining in the sun, as the sunset reflected into them. Elena hadn't even realized that she'd brought her hands up to his face until she noticed his blue eyes gazing down to hers.
And the moment that their eyes locked, Elena could feel all of the desire and longing that she had been feeling for the past few days rush to the surface. The whiskey had finally done its job; her mind was fairly numb, only now able to concentrate on Damon and only Damon. And within the next second, his lips were on hers in an intoxicating battle.
Damon couldn't help but feel complete when their lips met again. The way she kissed him had practically caused him to melt. But now, he couldn't even concentrate. Her lips tasted like whiskey, and lust, and desire, and love.
Within a split second, she was lying on the ground, and he was on top of her, kissing her until Elena had to physically push his head away for breath. She was panting to take in oxygen as he continued to bring his lips down her jaw line, and to her throat. Elena's breathing became normal again, and Damon quickly pulled her as close to him as possible and kissed her again, breathless.
Elena's arms were wrapped around his shoulders, practically begging for him to devour her even more. He brought his arms around her waist so that they were pressed against each other.
"Well, someone just doesn't listen," a melodic voice said from the other end of the woods. Damon immediately lifted his head and Elena turned hers. Her eyes widened in fear at the sight before her.
"Klaus," she gasped, horrified. He nodded, smirking and turned his attention to Damon.
"Let me guess," Klaus said sinisterly. "You're supposed to be the hero, the savior. You get to be the one who runs off with the girl, you two run off together… And then a happy ending, right? Well let me tell you this now: this isn't the movies. This is the real world. My world."
Damon swallowed. He had never felt more intimidated in his life. But he had to stand up to this vampire in front of him. He had to keep Elena safe…
"You're not coming near her," Damon commented angrily, standing up. He brought Elena up with him, holding her tightly by the waist.
"Oh really?" Klaus challenged, smirking wickedly. He approached the couple with slow steps, glared at Damon then stared at Elena softly. Then he was gone.
Damon sighed in relief and turned around to see if Elena was alright.
But she wasn't there either.
Klaus had taken her with him.
…
Elena closed her eyes when she felt the familiar dizziness as Klaus carried her through the woods. When she opened them again, she was back in the old funeral home. Except this time, not only were Jonas and Elijah standing there, but so were three other people.
"Our second witch, and the other two sacrifices," Klaus whispered in her ear. Elena felt chills go down her spine and immediately tried to run for the door. But, he grabbed her and burned his eyes into hers. "You are not afraid," he commanded. Elena merely nodded and followed him further inside.
As she walked over to the table that everyone was around, she noticed that the casket was wide open, the moon stone in the dead center. There was a table next to the casket that had a knife on it, along with a spell book.
"Are you ready?" Elijah asked, raising a brow at Klaus.
Klaus nodded and ran his hand up and down Elena's arm, causing goose bumps to form. She jerked away from his arm and he just smirked.
"Then let's start," Jonas said, staring at the book with the other witch.
Elena took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Within the next half hour, she would be dead. And she knew there was nothing that she, or Damon, could do to stop it.
First of all… let me say that TVD upset me a little bit! Taroline was amazing, but Stelena's back together, and Rose and Damon… ugh! Oh well, I'll just keep hoping for Delena! It WILL happen soon! I can feel it!
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Ta Da! There's the chapter! Sorry for the cliffhanger! I'm so mean… LOL! The next chapter is going to involve a lot of drama! What do you think will happen? Will Elena survive? And will Damon get there in time? Review to find out ASAP!
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-Sara
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