Elena had fallen asleep in Damon's arms. Her sobbing had stopped and a wave of fatigue overpowered her. Damon slowed his pace, enjoying the way that the shape of Elena's body seemed to slip perfectly into his. Her breathing was shallow and steady, and her lips slightly parted- if it wasn't for the absence of a heart beat Damon would have swore she was still human. His slow pace turned into a walk, he made every second last as he approached her home. She was beginning to stir slightly, her fingers wriggling and her eyes beginning to flicker. Damon stopped her, pressing his lips to her ear he whispered gently, "Go to sleep." A tiny murmur escaped her lips as she slipped back in unconsciousness. Damon paused outside the door of her house and stretched his hearing to check for any threats. The house was silent.
In a few seconds Damon lay Elena down slowly, piece by piece her body flopping onto the bed. Damon's arms felt empty without her. He picked up a folded blanket from the other side of the room and draped it over Elena, even though she was not cold- everyone felt safer under the covers.
Leaning against the window sill, Damon watched her quietly for a few moments. Relief washed over his body as it began to settle in that everything was ok, no one was hurt but Damon couldn't help his mind from wandering back to how if he was half a second late he would have lost her. Forever. As an attempt to distract himself Damon started focusing in on Elena's dreams.
At first he was distracted by the colour, his dreams were always murky and dark but Elena's were illuminated with bright pastel shades and glowing surfaces, he focused hard to try and distinguish what was happening. A woman was sitting on a park bench with flowers at her feet, she must have been in her forties, her smile was creased with thousands of tiny wrinkles and her hair was dried at the ends causing it to puff outwards. Somehow this woman reminded him of Elena. It wasn't until the women looked up and he got a good look at Jeremy's deep set brown eye's that he realized that his was Elena's adoptive mother. The women reached down and picked a flower off the floor, plucking it's petals out one at a time "He loves you, he loves you not." Elena's mother teased, smile towards her as if it was a cheesy family movie. Elena blushed, "Mum…" She moaned tugging and the hem of her mothers trousers. She looked young in her dream, her eyes were not drooping from lack of sleep and her skin looked like it had spent a long time absorbing sun. She no longer looked like this because of us, Damon thought, remembering all of the long nights Elena had spent copped up inside the boarding house.
Then the dream began to change, the color vanished and the smiling face faded away. Now he was in the boarding house cellar watching Katherine peer at him through the bars on the door. She flashed that all too familiar smirk as she produced a knife and dragged a long slit down her wrist, deep red blood dripping onto the floor. Damon pulled himself from Elena's dream as regret stabbed him for ever leaving her downstairs alone. He cursed under his breath.
Staying as far away from Elena's dreams as he could, he moved himself to the other side of the room. All Elena had eaten so far was that silly deer he caught her, he thought about finding her a meal to comfort her when she woke up but couldn't bear to leave her alone. Who knew how many psycho's Katherine had had wrapped around her finger. As much as it pained him to do it, he knew he had to call Stefan.
This was odd usually he picked up first ring, thought Damon as he stabbed at the redial button. It hit Damon that Stefan had no idea Elena was ok, and even though Damon would usually love sending Stefan into a frenzy, he realized that that probably wasn't the best idea right now.
Damon decided to send a text just incase Stefan really did check his phone. Not that Damon wanted him to be here but he could already tell that that would be what Elena wanted.
'Elena is safe.'
Short and sweet, that's how he liked it, anyway he would fill Stefan in on the details when he got there which he was pretty sure would be soon. Damon shot a glance at the window, almost expecting him to come in any moment. Instead a sharp scream pierced his ears causing him to jump. Elena was screaming in her sleep, her breath ripping out of here in rags. She tossed; her eyes still stapled shut as the clawed the blankets away from her. Damon rushed to her side, placing a cold hand on her back. "Elena?" He said trying to break her from her bad dream.
"Stefan." She croaked, swinging her body around and wrapping her arms tight around him, her face nuzzling into Damon's chest. Her dream was till tormenting her and all she wanted was right now was comfort. Damon froze, not sure how to break it to her that he didn't know where Stefan was and he wasn't Stefan, he was just about to pry her off him when her mouth made it's way to his.
Her lips felt like they were sending electric shocks through his system. She grasped at his shirt, pulling her self closer to him and letting her knees slip either side of this waist. It was Damon's natural instinct to kiss her back. After a few seconds he forgot that she thought he was Stefan, and began getting into it, his hands sliding slowly up and down her back sending chills up her spine. Their lips fought for dominance as he lent into her. She broke away from his lips, her mouth moving toward his earlobe- her hand sliding up to his hair. His hair. Underneath Elena's finger tips was not thick Stefan hair. She pulled away, opening her eyes to see Damon's smug face.
She let lose another scream, his one more of a shocked squeal than anything. Damon laughed, licking his lips to get the final taste of Elena into his mouth. Her jaw fell open. She had been kissing Damon this whole time. She pushed her self off the bed and backed away from him, running her fingers through her mattered hair. "Was it really that bad?" Damon said, wiggling his eyebrows and making himself comfortable on the bed. Elena's jaw was still almost hitting the floor. Sure, she had pecked Damon before but this was different. When she was kissing him she felt like every hair on her body was standing on edge. She felt like lightning was tickling her toes. She felt like her heart had begun beating again. Elena hung her head in shame, she didn't know what to do; Damon had made her feel like this. He had kissed her back. It was his fault. Elena's instincts took over as she picked up a flower vase from her bedside table and flung it at him.
He caught it with one hand. Amusement to Elena's reaction still all over his face. She picked up a lamp and hurled it, this time using her full strength; he caught it again, gently setting it down on the mattress beside the vase. Frustration was gripping Elena as she took a framed picture of a horse off the wall and chucked it. This time to Elena's surprise Damon ducked out of the way letting the picture shatter against the wall. Steam looked like it was coming out of her ears as she glared at Damon. "What?" He said, jumping onto the bed again "I have always hated that picture." Damon couldn't resist teasing her. Even though he knew at the moment that her new born vampire emotions were spiraling out of control, Elena was ridiculously cute when she was angry.
"What's going on up here?" Jenna said entering the room with a puzzled expression. There was a moment of silence before everything kicked into action. Hunger mixed with anger possessed Elena reminding her of the lack for food she had had and she sprung herself for Jenna's neck, knocking a table out of the way as she went for her. Jenna let out a shout as Elena's fangs popped out right before her eyes- Elena looking more like the devil than her niece. Veins coverd Elena's whole face as her fangs lingered a few millimeters away from Jenna's hot succulent neck.