Let's get down to buisness shall we ;) I have big plans for this story so for those of you reading Lemons I'm on hiatus there. BUT! don't worry things'll be back on track soon I promise! :) And I went to DisneyWorld for the past week which was why I've been absent so. . . SUE ME!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries otherwise we'd never have to wait this long for a new season :( it's hurting me inside. . .
Elena insisted they go to The Grill after their tiring escapade leaving a note on the fridge door for Jenna in case she assumes the worst and goes into a panic mode. Soon they were in Damon's car driving down Maple Street. Elena watched outside the windows as childhood memories replayed in her mind's eye. How cheerful and amazingly simple everything was at the time. One big happy family. If only it stayed that way. Elena cringed at the memories of her teen years. Her mind eventually began pondering about Damon (which she always does) and what little she knew about him.
"How old are you?" Elena had the sudden interest to know.
Damon chuckled at her question.
"I'm 170 years old and counting" he smirked proudly.
Elena gaped at him. One hundred and seventy years on earth. The things you could do, the places you'd travel, the people you'd meet all the possibilities. Elena quietly thought. She'd never really thought off the down-side to living forever. Seeing everyone you love wither and grow old, or get sick, and watching everything you've ever known crumble. Damon always had those memories at the back of his mind. Looming over him like a dark cloud. Sensing the dour silence that had befallen Elena tried to lighten the mood.
"Wow, I didn't know I'd be into older guys" Elena joked.
"I'm only 25, Elena." Damon scoffed feigning hurt.
"In appearance" Elena remarked under her breath.
"Are you complaining?" Damon smirked stealing a glance at her.
Elena rolled her eyes a smile still present on her face till she got out of the car. The Mystic Grill hadn't changed one bit Elena commented to herself. The familiar smell of homemade cooking and booze. At the mere thought of food Elena's stomach grumbled on cue. After finding an empty booth a man about Elena's age walked up to their table. Apparently a waiter Matt, his name tag read. At the sight of Elena his eyes widened in a cross between giddiness and shock. Then something shifted in his gaze. He was practically eye humping Elena right in front of Damon who tried hard not to lose his cool and beat this guy senseless. Though he couldn't blame him Elena was quite a sight for sore eyes.
"Oh my god! Matt Donovan?" Elena exclaimed as she lifted her head from the menu.
Her mouth hung open in astonishment at seeing her old friend. Matt had always been the all-American stud. Blue eyes, blonde hair, star quarter-back in high school. Elena never would've been one to think that Matt Donovan would still be working at The Grill after all this time. The entire town thought he'd be getting to college with his football scholarship and going on to bigger and better things in life.
"Hey Elena it's been awhile" Matt said producing a sincere smile.
"5 years to be exact. How have you been?" Elena prompted her eyes glittering in cheerily.
"Fine, I'm getting by. How 'bout you miss big shot writer?" Matt asked a grin making its way on his thin lips.
"Well I wouldn't say big shot Matt" Elena blushed.
"Oh come on. Our own Elena Gilbert accepted into one of the most prestigious journalism schools in the U.S. please" Matt said.
Just then a lady in her mid-thirties with cropped red hair called out for Matt breaking their reminiscence.
"Sorry, 'Lena but I gotta get back to work Kayla will take care of you this morning." he said gesturing to a waitress at the bar.
"I'll try and catch you before you leave town. It's been nice seeing you again" Matt smiled he gave a short nod to Damon before he turned on his heels and left.
It just came to mind that Damon was quiet the entire time. No, snarky comments and none of his sarcastic wit.
"I didn't know you wrote" Damon mused aloud.
"You don't particularly ask alot of questions" Elena countered.
Damon pondered this for a moment and understood where she was coming from. It was true they hadn't done much talking. And yet it's like they've known each other for years.
"How'd you get into writing?" Damon asked with genuine curiosity.
"My mom." Elena smiled solemnly at the mention of her mother. Then grief made an appearance in her brown eyes. Damon noticed her sweet smile fade.
He knew that look; it was one he'd always seen on the faces of his victim's loved ones. The one of loss. It was far too familiar; he'd seen it countless times. Damon knew what it was like to lose someone. That's the catch to being immortal. Without even hesitating Damon's large hand covered Elena's dainty one warming it instantly. Elena offered him a small smile and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Elena enjoyed the gentleness of his touch and the look that mirrored her own.
Damon thought about the decades he'd spent on Earth. All the war, and the anger, all the killing, the womanizing, and now he was empty and hollow, a shell of a man he once was, being alone for so many years does that to a person. Those memories stood out the most. The good memories were stifled and oppressed, he didn't wish to acknowledge them, and they would deprive Damon from what he fueled on. Hate. It was the only true thing he ever believed in. That and you're on your own in this world, you only have yourself. Years of building a wall to never let anyone in rooted the belief that he could never have love, nor any happiness.
But with Elena, she ignited something inside of him. Damon believed was lost a long time ago. Though he still believed love a malady, but for some unknown reason that irked him to his core he cared about her. It was as infuriating as it was exciting. Just as Elena felt the need to fill the quiet their waitress, Kayla, walked up to their table. Her pale green eyes completely glued to her note pad. Her long cheaply dyed red hair tied in a ponytail; Kayla was tall and lean, dressed in short black shorts that barely covered her ass. She should've just had a neon sign plastered next to her saying 'Skank Warning: Will steal your man'.
"Welcome to the Grill. My name's Kayla I'll be serving you today" Kayla said robotically, bored beyond her mind. And she didn't even care to hide it.
Once her beady green eyes settled on Damon her whole face lit up. And her mood shifted dramatically. Tossing Damon a flirty grin, which just made her look like even more of a sorry excuse for a woman. Damon didn't return her enthusiasm but Elena couldn't help but be more than a little jealous. She knew Damon was like sex on legs, but that doesn't excuse the fact Kayla was practically undressing him with her eyes.
"What are you having today?" she purred to Damon, inching closer to him her large breasts practically in his face.
Elena huffed the heat in her cheeks turning them pink. That bitch had the nerve to do that right in her face. Kayla chose to not even acknowledge Elena's presence. Which stoked the fire of Elena's anger even more.
"Well not you, I'm sure of that" Elena murmured under her breath. Kayla's eyes narrowed maliciously at Elena's snide comment.
"And what will you be having today" She asked Elena dryly, showing absolutely no interest in what she had to say.
After ordering practically everything on the menu (after all Elena had been deprived of a decent meal for the last 5 days and she wanted nothing more than stacks of carbs piled high with even more carbs.) Kayla turned around and purposefully swayed her hips trying to be sexy, but came out jerky and childish making Elena scoff. Damon was grinning at her noticing her little verbal cat fight.
"What?" Elena said her voice still holding traces of anger.
"Oh nothing Elena. And thank you for defending my honor" Damon replied placing the back of his hand to his forehead as if swooning.
"Shut up" she told him but it was muddled by a laugh.
Just then Ms. Skank came back placing Elena's plate in front of her. Kayla immediately turned over to Damon slipping a napkin with her number on it towards him lowering her lips over his ear.
"Anytime, anywhere baby" Kayla whispered into his ear.
Elena was beyond mad at that point, wanting nothing but to sock Kayla right in the jaw. She had the urge to chuck the plate at her head but it would've been a waste of good pancakes. Elena was able to reign in her emotions, but didn't stop her from giving Kayla a stare filled with a silent promise of hate. Kayla turned to the bar again leaving Damon and Elena to their quiet meal.
"How could you just sit there?" Elena exclaimed dubiously.
"What would you want me to do?" Damon replied.
The heaping pile of pancakes deterred Elena from answering immediately. She grabbed her knife and fork lathered butter all over them and coated the pancakes with syrupy goodness. And quickly took a chunk out of it and popped it into her mouth. She groaned as the fluffy piece of heaven touched her tongue. Damon smiled at her response even when it made him uncomfortably hard in a public place. He watched her take joy in the simple action of just eating. Elena was able to open her eyes to find Damon staring back at her lust and desire unashamed to show his need of her. Elena licked her lip tasting sweet syrup. But nothing could've ever been any sweeter than Damon's lips. Damon watched as she was gazing longingly at his lips that were upturned into that little smirk of his.
". . . Stop doing that!" Elena scolded as she snapped out of the trance the anger inside of her rekindling.
"Doing what?" Damon replied faking ignorance, in fact he knew precisely what he did to Elena, but he wasn't sure that Elena knew exactly how she affected him.
"You know what, Damon" she said taking another bite of her pancakes.
Damon chuckled. And the relaxed silence returned between them except for Elena's breathy moan that peppered the air sweetly. Damon watched as Elena smiled up at him placing the fork to his lips. Damon took a bite and realized what all the groaning was about. Elena smirked as his reaction and took another bite.
"It tastes amazing" Elena commented as she chewed.
"Not as amazing as you do" Damon retorted with heavy innuendo.
Elena sighed and rolled her eyes but she still smiled and a blush tinted her cheeks remembering their little shower barely an hour ago. Damon held her other hand delicately massaging her upturned palm. He leaned into the table and Elena followed suit on instinct. Damon claimed Elena's lips with his own. A hot flush spreading to her toes. Elena returned his urgency fiercely and looking off to the side she saw Kayla at the bar gaping wide eyed. Smirking, she gave everything she had into the kiss. Dropping the fork and her hand snaked behind his neck molding his lips to hers. Everything was simply dare I say perfect.
Just then Matt shuffled to their table in short jerky movements holding out a cell phone his glassy blue eyes staring off somewhere dreamily. Damon knew the effects of Compulsion and knew the second Matt came up to the table. And removed his lips from Elena who whined at the loss of his sweet lips.
"For you 'Lena" Matt said his voice devoid of emotion.
Elena was confused as hell. But accepted the phone and brought it up to her ear.
"Who is this?" Elena asked hesitantly.
"The man who met the end of your boyfriend's stake" A snarky voice barked laced with the slightest hint of poise and regality.
Elena's tongue felt heavy and her breath seemed to have been knocked from her lungs fear making her heart constrict rapidly, her throat went dry and a cold sweat broke out above her brow. It was Elijah.
Too caught up in fear Elena wasn't able to tell Damon her mystery caller. Though she didn't have to since Damon heard their conversation crystal clear. Damon was concerned from her lack of motion.
"Listen and listen well. There are worse dangers out there than me, Elena. Stay put in Mystic Falls, or I give you my word I will kill everyone you hold dear. I've already killed Jeremy. Who do you think will be next? Jenna? Your little cousin what was her name . . .? Nin—"
"Shut up you sick son of a bitch" Elena interrupted growling maliciously once she found her voice.
Damon was shocked to hear her sound so cruel, and hateful. He looked around the Grill, looking for Elijah's stern face. The phone line was quiet and Elena thought Elijah hung up. And that was just her imagination.
"Do give Damon my regards. I'll be seeing you soon, Elena" With that ominous warning the line went dead.
I decided to cut the story off here so that it'd flow better. But I will update as soon as possible! :))
It gets serious from here on out, maybe I'll throw in a LEMON COOKIE here and there. . .
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