A/N: I think I actually have the best readers in the world you guys are so awesome, every day! This is one of those chapters that I didn't really intend on writing but this is what Damon & Elena wanted, and what they want, they get so I hope you enjoy it. Please do review and let me know, always nice to hear from new readers as well of course. I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
The Monster, The Man & The Maiden
I'll be the safest psychotic bitch in town – Katherine Pierce
Saturday morning finds Elena at the house and in my bedroom bright and early to talk witches and Georgia. We're going to head down there on Monday and she says that she told her uncle she's going to be sleeping over at the bouncy little blonde's house for a couple of days while we're gone. I'm thrilled that Elena's going to turn 18 in a couple of weeks because I don't particularly relish the idea of her lying to her family.
"Why can't you just introduce me? Tell him the truth?" I ask her when she's done filling me in on all the details of our clandestine trip. "I mean they already met Stefan right? So what's the big deal?" I ask in confusion, honestly anyone would think she's ashamed of me or something. I mean I know we've only been together for like, less than a week actually but it feels like we've been together for a whole lot longer than that.
"I can't tell him yet, John is very protective of me and Jer and I don't think he's going to be terribly thrilled when he finds out that my boyfriend is not only quite a bit older than me but that he plans to take me to Georgia, alone, for two days" she says from her seat on the end of my bed and I turn around to face her and narrow my eyes at her. I know Elena, and I know there is something else going on underneath the surface here. There's absolutely something she's not telling me.
While what she said sounds very plausible it just doesn't make a lot of sense. She told her albeit dead mother about me and her uncle has no real say in the matter so it shouldn't really make a difference whether he approves of me or not and as previously mentioned, she's going to be 18 in two weeks time so yeah, there's absolutely something else going on here.
"Elena" I walk over to her and come to a stop in front of her turning the full force of my eyes onto hers although for whose benefit this really is I don't know because I could quite happily lose myself in her eyes for hours at a time. "I know there's something you're not telling me so spill it. Don't make me compel it out of you" I tease her and give her bracelet a little tug.
She huffs up at me with a mock-glare "I'm scared all right" she says finally but what the heck is she scared of?
"Why are you scared?" I ask and she looks up at me with fiery eyes filled with worry "John is a member of the council and I'm scared that he'll figure out that you're a vampire and then he'll tell the council and they'll kill you okay? We have to be careful" she hisses the last word at me and her eyes dart around a little wildly as if Uncle John might just come rushing into the room with a pitchfork right this second to take me out.
I laugh.
I know I know I shouldn't but honestly it's kinda hilarious. I stop rather abruptly when Elena starts glaring at me. "Sorry, sorry" I say raising my hands and then I move to sit down beside her on the bed.
"Look unless Uncle John has some kind of in-built vampire detector then he's not gonna figure me out Elena, how could he? You have nothing to be scared of and honestly I'm not all that easy to kill sweetheart trust me. Plenty of people have tried and none of them have walked away alive" I tell her with a grin. True story actually. People, vampires, witches, have been trying to take me out for decades and clearly nobodies succeeded yet so I'm not overly concerned about some dodgy council members.
Besides they would never suspect me, I come from a long line of respectable Founding family council members. Actually I'd be rather surprised if I wasn't invited to join the damn council now that I've officially moved back to town. Although that doesn't really sound much like my cup of tea; too much fraternising with the enemy isn't necessarily the best choice.
Elena however doesn't look entirely convinced; she turns her head to look at me and seems to be studying me intently.
"What if someone gets hurt? When Stefan came for dinner I cut myself and his face, it changed. If John had been there then he would have seen and he would have known instantly" she says with worry lacing her tone and now the problem becomes clear. She's concerned I might lose it in front of John and give away all of my little secrets. I laugh some more.
"Elena sweetheart" I reach out and lift her chin up so she's looking at me "you do not have to worry about me losing control. Stefan's, ugh, well let's just say that my brother isn't the best vampire in the world and leave it at that for now okay? I, on the other hand am a master of control. You've seen me drink blood; did you see my face change?" I ask her and she tilts her head to consider the question for a second before finally shaking her head at me. Not like I didn't know the answer, I was there.
It took me years of practicing to be able to do that, to stop my face from transforming when I drink blood. I practiced for hours some days and it's not just when I drink blood either. I could be in an entire ballroom full of spilled blood and still maintain perfect control. My vampire features are now something I can bring out and put back on command, it's a kind of cool trick really.
"See? You've got nothing to worry about" I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips and then stand up so we can go downstairs but she just grabs my hand and pulls me back down on the bed. I guess the conversations not over yet then. I look at her and wait for her to say something but she doesn't and it takes me a couple of seconds but I manage to figure out what it is that she wants.
I give her a sly grin and widen my eyes at her "you wanna see, don't cha?" girl is so damn sweet. I kinda forgot that she hadn't seen to be honest, odd that it never came up in the whole 'I'm a vampire' conversation that we had but never mind.
She nods her head shyly at me "yeah I wanna see, please?" she asks oh-so-quietly, well it's her nightmares I suppose. Hopefully this isn't the point where she cuts and runs; I bring the monster mask into play.
I'd say that nothing much changes but that'd be a lie. There are fangs, absolutely beautiful ones if I do say so myself. God but those things hurt like a bitch when you first transition though, pain is intense. And it takes a really long time before you can figure out how the hell to talk around them without sounding like you have a really bad fucking lisp. They're deadly sharp and pointy; obviously, kinda need that for sinking them into necks, or wherever else you might choose to sink them.
And there are veins, kinda look a bit spidery-like, they run underneath my eyes black and red; personally I think it's brilliant. Especially when you can bring them out on command like I can. Great if you ever want to scare the ever loving fuck out of someone really quickly. I do not, however relish the thought of scaring the ever loving fuck out of Elena who is sitting studying me very intently and very silently so I decide it's probably best to bring 'normal' Damon back out to play again only then she stops me.
She reaches up with her hands and runs her fingers over the veins just like she did the other day in the living room when she touched my skin, her fingers are so damn soft and gentle on my face and it burns everywhere as she moves her hands down my cheekbones, making tracks all the way down to my mouth again where she presses a finger to one of my fangs.
It pierces her finger, obviously, don't know why she thought it wouldn't those things are fucking lethal but she pulls her finger away quickly and I return to 'normal'. That single drop of her blood lingers in my mouth and it tastes divine.
All blood is different, every person regardless of blood type has a different taste and as a vampire you can pick up on all of those little differences. You can tell if someone drinks a lot, smokes, takes drugs. Let me tell you, the sixties? Brilliant decade, everyone was high and tripping out of their minds and as a vampire you got to go along for the ride. Such fun times were had by all. Well okay maybe not by the people I killed but I like to think I made it somewhat fun before they met death.
Elena's blood, it's like tasting beauty in a droplet of blood, like the sweetest honey that I could more than happily drink for the rest of my life only I couldn't 'cause then she wouldn't be around anymore but it's like taking a drink from the holy fucking grail. Divine.
I lift her finger back to my mouth and press a gentle kiss to the tiny little cut she made and then another to her lips. I'm assuming she's all good with the vampire face because she's still sitting here on my bed even though she hasn't actually said a word since the whole encounter began. When I pull back she's still staring at me with big wide eyes and then she finally whispers words at me.
"You are beautiful"
Well that's a new one. Normally it's all screaming and trying to run the hell away. Occasionally I get an 'awesome man' or 'wicked fangs dude' and once or twice I've had a 'that is so fucking sexy' but I've never had a 'you are beautiful'. Those words do crazy things to my insides.
"You are beautiful" I tell her and watch as that lovely little blush covers her cheeks again. Quick as a flash she pulls herself over so that she's sitting on my lap and then she pushes me backwards onto the bed before leaning down and kissing me.
Her hair falls around us like a curtain that smells like fields of fresh strawberries and when she demands entrance to my mouth I let her in willingly. Her breath is hot and sexy against my mouth and her tongue tangles with mine like we're playing a game, the very best sort of games. After a few seconds she pulls herself away from my mouth, no come back, I want more, but she only goes so far as to sit up and pull her tank top over her head before coming back to my mouth.
Jesus god there is only so much a man can take and I know I promised slow but if she's going to take her damn top off when she's on top of me then she's going to have to deal with the consequences. I run my hands from my top of her straight silky hair all the way down her back. Find a spot on her side that makes her breathe insanely sexy noises in my mouth so I file that away for future use and when she pulls away from my mouth to breathe she starts biting gently on my bottom lip again which is obviously something she's filed away for her own personal use because it earns her another growl out of me.
She turns her attention away from my mouth and her lips make tracks along my jaw line, down my neck to the bottom of my ear which is another one of those little hotspots of mine. I reach up and cup her breasts with my hands delighting in the perfect roundness, weight. So fucking perky, so fucking beautiful clad in ivory lace that I'd really just like to rip right off of her and when I graze my thumbs over her nipples through the material she gives the craziest little yelp and bites down on my neck and I don't think I've been this close to losing it since I was fucking 15 years old.
"Elena" I manage to grate out her name, breathless. I'm breathless; again, don't need to breathe over here! It shouldn't be possible to be this turned on. It definitely shouldn't be possible to stop when you're this turned on but I have to do the right thing.
"Elena we have to stop baby" I groan at her though god knows I don't wanna stop. she moans another sexy little moan into my neck and that combined with the intoxicating scent of her arousal make me think she probably doesn't wanna stop either but she pulls herself into an upright position anyway. Sadly all this does is position her directly on top of my insanely hard dick which makes her smile wickedly and makes me want to kill myself for making her stop.
"Off" I say with a growl and flip her over so she's lying underneath me "have" kiss "to" kiss "stop" kiss. She widens her eyes at me and smiles "but Damon, why?" she teases. Vixen. That's what she is. A little vixen.
"You know why" I say and give her one last kiss before jumping off the bed and tossing her top back to her at the same time.
In case anyone thinks I've gone temporarily insane let me just remind you of a few things. First of all we said slow and it's not even been a full week. She only kissed me, like full on kissed me for the first time last night so I really don't think she's quite ready for the good stuff just yet.
Second I'd feel just a little bit better about myself if I waited until she was 18. I know it probably doesn't make a damn bit of difference and it's only a couple of weeks but I'd still feel better about it. Those are the two main reasons.
Third reason is one she doesn't know about yet but will in a second. Stefan just got home a few minutes ago and I really don't wanna make love to Elena, or even make out with Elena while he listens in.
"Stefan's back" I fill her in on the good news when she's pulled her top back on and straightened her hair "we should probably talk to him" Elena says. Why? I don't wanna talk to him. Had enough talking to him last night thank you very much. "You should tell him why you're letting Katherine out" she continues.
Whoa no. No thank you. Absolutely not.
"No. I mean, well I mean no. All he needs to know is that I'm letting her out. I'm not telling him why Elena. You are the only person I have ever told that story too and I'm not really, big on sharing okay?" I grab her hand and pull her up to stand in front of me and press a kiss to her head.
"But we can go rub it in his face that his nasty little tricks and games didn't have the desired effect if you like" I say with a grin "Damon" she hits me lightly on the arm "Ow" I mock, but it doesn't stop her from grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind her and down the stairs anyway.
"Brother" I say when we reach the bottom where Stefan is standing clearly just waiting for us to arrive. When we come to a stop I wrap my arm around Elena's shoulders and pull her into me and I delight in both the warm smile that she gives me when she looks up at me and the disdain in my brother's eyes when he realises that we're very much still together.
"Damon, Elena, hi" Stefan says before turning to walk into the living room.
"I think we three need to talk" he says over his shoulder but really? Is that, strictly necessary? Because I really feel that it's not. I roll my eyes at Elena and tag along behind her when she walks through to the living room and plops herself down on my leather chair. I decide to take a seat on the arm of said chair and wrap my arm back around Elena's shoulders.
"So talk, what's on your mind baby bro? We got places to be and witches to see so get on with it" I glance down at my wrist as if there's a watch there "tick-tock Stef" it doesn't matter to me that we're not going to Georgia until Monday, he doesn't know that and the less time I spend in my brother's company over the next few days the better it'll be for everyone involved.
Stefan pours himself a drink from my bourbon collection, sure help yourself brother, sits down on the couch and takes a deep breath like he's about to reveal the most important piece of information he's ever divulged in his life. But then his face frequently looks like that so I guess it's not all that new.
"Katherine's not in the tomb Damon"