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Chapter 21: Under A Spell
(Mystic Falls)
Elijah walked in through the double doors of the mansion and came face-to-face with his brother, Klaus.
"Well, well, brother, and where have you been?" Klaus asked.
"Avoiding Mother. And what have you been up to, Niklaus? Where's Rebekah?" Elijah asked casually.
"I haven't seen our sister for a while. As for me, I've been playing hide and seek with my doppelganger. It seems like she has vanished into thin air. Do you happen to know where she's been hiding?"
"I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea. Have you tried asking her friends? I'm sure one of them is bound to know something," Elijah shrugged his shoulders in indifference.
"Yes, but why would I do that? Part of the fun in finding someone is the thrill of the chase. What I find to be even more interesting is the fact that a certain Salvatore is also missing," Klaus smiled in amusement as he kept his eyes on his brother's face. "Ah, the naivety of the young ones, thinking that they can run and hide from me. So gullible. So much fun to toy with them, let them think that they have succeeded, and just when they least expect it..." his voice trailed off in a whisper, his tone menacing and threatening.
"I'm curious, brother. Why are you still so persistent to create your army of hybrids? Mother made it clear that she wanted all that to stop; she's willing to kill all of us to undo the entire monstrosity we have done until now. Why can't you be happy to have our family together again before Bonnie and Abby managed to open Mother's coffin? Father's dead, there are no threats to you anymore, so what can your hybrids do for you that your own siblings can't?" Elijah demanded to know.
"Because I don't trust you! All of you!" Klaus burst out, his temper rising quickly. "My own family have no qualms killing me in my sleep, and I would rather sire a bunch of hybrids because at least they are loyal to me. And if you think for one second that I care what Mother or any of you wants, then you deceive yourself! I can tell that this whole conversation is just a ruse to get me to forget about going after her, but I can assure you that I will never let her go. So I apologize, brother, because I know that you care deeply for Elena. I was willing to let her live her life here with her friends, go to school, and have a semblance of a normal life. I was even willing to contemplate letting you have her as long as she remains alive to provide me with what I need. But now that she's made her unwise choice to run and prove that she cannot be trusted, I have no choice but to find her and lock her up. Mystic Falls will never see her again, and neither will you!" he declared, turning on his heels and stalked away.
Elijah frowned and hurried upstairs to Rebekah's room, expecting her to be back by now. As he entered her room, it was obvious that she hadn't been back recently. Throughout the conversation with Klaus, he had been feeling different emotions run through him: First, arousal, then hesitation and discomfort, then arousal again. Then, he found himself slumped on the edge of Rebekah's bed, his fingers gripping the edge of the mattress tightly, as he felt despair and the deep pain of betrayal burst from his chest. The feelings intensified as they coursed through his whole body down to his toes and tips of his fingers until he doubled over on the floor, dry-heaving as he gasped for breath. The pain of feeling a dagger dipped in white ash stab through his heart was nothing compared to this.
He knew that he was channelling Elena's feelings but this time she wasn't in any physical danger. This time, he couldn't rush over to rescue her, and this wasn't anything his blood could fix.
There was nothing he could do and he knew it. How can one mend a broken heart?
(Las Vegas)
Elena woke up drenched in sweat and screaming for the second time in a row. Her heart was racing and her head throbbed wildly as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She was exhausted and wished she could just lose consciousness and sleep for days, but being asleep meant that she would have to dream, and by dreaming, she meant reliving her worst nightmare. She sat up, trying to clear the fog in her head and instantly her eyes met the tormented gaze of Damon's from across the room. He was sitting on the floor, his back against the bedroom wall about ten feet away from the bed.
"Hey, you. What are you doing way over there? Get over here," Elena called out to him, feeling uneasy to see his expression and the distance between them.
"I-I'm fine right here. You had a nightmare," he said, his tone suggested he was stating it as a fact rather than a question.
"It's nothing, just some random dream that felt real. Are you okay?" she asked him, his attitude towards her worrying her a little.
"You tell me. There was nothing random about that nightmare and you know it. Why are you pretending that you're fine when you're clearly not? How can I be okay when I'm the reason you're hurting?" he bit out, hating himself right now.
"What? No, Damon, you didn't do anything wrong. Stop blaming yourself, I told you, I'm fi-"
"Stop lying!" he burst out in frustration. The next second, he was on the bed with her, gripping her shoulders to force her to face him, "You broke down in tears in the middle of sex! You were inconsolable! I watched you fall apart in my arms and held you until you fell asleep in exhaustion from all the crying. Then you woke up screaming just now, as if you were being chased by ghosts in a haunted house! Don't tell me you're fine when you are obviously not!"
"Okay, maybe I'm stressed out from fear of being attacked by Rebekah again or I'm pms-ing. I'm a girl, I get hormonal sometimes. But it has nothing to do with you," her eyes begged him to understand and to let the whole subject drop.
"Elena, it has everything to do with me! Look, I know that it was a traumatic experience for you, I get that. And, you might be suffering from some kind of post traumatic stress disorder. I just want you to stop denying what you're feeling and let me help you deal with it. Don't expect me to watch you suffer in silence, because I won't."
She was silent for a long moment, thinking about what he said. A part of her wanted to ignore the pain in her and close the chapter, but he was right. She had to deal with it somehow, and it was comforting to handle it together with him than alone. Anyway, she had no idea what's wrong with her, she should have been over this by now. She knew the whole story of how Rebekah compelled Damon and what she forced him to do. So, why isn't she moving on from it?
"Okay, what can we do?" she agreed.
"Well, for starters, I'm going to run you a bath, and we'll wash that sweat off you. Then we're going to change and maybe see a therapist or something. But you need to talk about it, all of it," he instructed.
"I can't talk to a stranger and let them judge me! Besides, how can I talk about vampires and compulsion without them locking me up in a strait-jacket?" she asked, appalled at his suggestion.
"You're right, I wasn't thinking. Umm...maybe we can talk to Ric instead. You trust him, and he might have some helpful tips," he suggested and felt relieved when she nodded her consent. He walked into the master bathroom and prepared a warm bath for her. Minutes later, he came back to the bed, undressing her slowly and carried her to the bathtub. He set her down gently in the soapy water and knelt down beside her on the floor. He took a sponge, dipped it in the water and gently scrubbed her neck, shoulders and back. Then he worked on her front, ignoring her blush and his tightening pants, and proceeded to shampoo her thick luscious hair. There was nothing sexual about his actions, merely providing comfort in her time of need. He rinsed her hair with the shower and when it was done, he wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and lifted her in his arms to the walk in wardrobe. Wordlessly, he towelled her dry and selected a pair of jeans, a tank top and underwear for her to change into. Then, he sat her down on a chair in front of the dressing table and blow dried her hair. It felt really natural for him to take care of her like this, and she let herself fully relax into his body as he ran his hand through her heavy hair. He set the hair dryer down on the table and she opened her eyes to gaze at him.
"I love you, you know?" she said simply and smiled, thanking him with her eyes for being so sweet.
"I do, but I love you more," he replied, his face utterly serious.
Fifteen minutes later, they were entering the apartment's double doors, Damon calling out to Ric.
"Hey Ric, we're here, in case you're walking around naked in my apartment!" he shouted.
"Why would I be walking round naked? It's nine a.m. in the morning!" Ric said, appearing from the guest room as he yawned loudly.
"Because it's nine in the morning, and you might be drunk!" Damon commented. "Wait a minute, what am I saying? Of course you're drunk! You're on vacation!" he rolled his eyes.
"Fine, Damon, you wanna tell me what you're doing here at this ungodly hour? Don't tell me you miss my company when you have Elena with you? And this is Las Vegas. Can't you find anyone else to torture?" Ric groaned as he walked into the kitchen to pour himself some coffee.
"That actually hurt my feelings, Ric. I'm actually quite fond of you, and I would never torture you, at least not on purpose! You've sorta become the elder brother I never had, or...a family pet, and I say it with the utmost respect and love for you," Damon said with a grin, following Ric to the kitchen. He gestured to Elena to go into the master bedroom so that he can talk to Ric in private.
"So, Ric. Bud-dy. I have to talk to you. Something happened to Elena in bed last night-"
"Oh God!" Ric exclaimed as he slammed his cup of coffee down on the granite surface of the island. "Please tell me you're not going to give me a blow-by-blow account to your sex life again! I mean, I'm basically an open-minded and laidback guy, but I really draw the line at listening to your sex moves in the bedroom with my 'almost step-daughter'!" he said in exasperation.
"Well, you kinda have to listen! It's important! We really need your help!" Damon cried out in frustration.
"Ugghh, this is not some weird... sexual position thing, right? Or do you want to have 'The Talk', you know the bird and the bees thing, because I think your parents should have done that with you already two hundred years ago," Ric paused as another thought struck him. "Wait, is it – did you have trouble...performing? You know, ya can't get it up? Or premature ejaculation? Because they say that some people might suffer sexually after a traumatic experience. Or-"
"Ric! For the love of God, please stop talking! You cannot be farther from the truth! FYI, I can perform anytime, anywhere, any situation. Hell, I can perform in the midst of a freaking tornado! But that's not the point! Okay, last night, we were...fooling around, and I began to kiss down her neck. Understandably, she tensed up, because that's where I bit her and drained her blood, right? So, we skip to other stuff, she was perfectly fine. She was moaning, she was wet, everything was working fine, until I had my...manhood poised to enter her-"
"Ahh! Mental picture! Mental picture! Damnit, Damon! I can't listen to this, la, la, la, la, la," Ric started singing out-of-tune at the top of his voice as he plugged two fingers in his ears.
"Don't be such a baby!" Damon hissed out and grabbed Ric's fingers from his ears. "She had a panic attack, Ric! Right in the middle of sex!" He watched Ric's reaction veered from disgust to shock, and then concern.
"What?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you! I was on the verge to...enter, and then she went catatonic for a second, and then burst into tears. Her body was rigid, she had her face covered and she was crying so hard, here whole body was shaking. It was a long time before she finally managed to cry herself to sleep. I didn't know what to do, Ric, so I just held her all night. But this morning, she had a nightmare and she woke up covered in sweat and screaming. I've never felt more terrified in my life," he finished dejectedly.
"Do you think it's some kind of post-trauma thing? Victims of a violent crime or an accident may suffer from those, you know? Should we get someone, a doctor to see her, you think?" Ric asked.
"And tell them what? An Original bitch compelled her vampire boyfriend to attack her? I don't think so, Ric. I'm hoping that you can talk to her. Get her to open up her feelings to you. She needs to be able to talk about it."
"Me? What about you? Why can't she talk to you?" Ric asked in surprise.
"Because I'm the one who attacked her! Jesus, are you even a real teacher?" Damon muttered in exasperation.
"Right, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Quick question; have you thought about...compelling her to forget?" Ric wondered.
"No! For one thing, that would be lying to her, for another, it will take away the memory but not the pain. Also, I can't pretend that everything's okay when I know it's not. I would rather...face the consequences of my actions than avoid the whole thing just because it's easier, you know?"
"Dude, that's really...decent of you," Ric said with surprise.
"Well, don't sound so surprised! Once you get to know me, I'm just a tender, gentle, all-around nice guy, especially when I'm in love. So, you'll do it?" he asked.
"Yeah, of course I'll talk to her. Does she want to do it now?"
"Yup! Ready when you are," Damon said while he indicated for Ric to go towards the bedroom.
Ric entered the bedroom to find Elena pacing, obviously nervous to confront her feelings. She stopped and turned to him when he spoke.
"Elena? You ready to talk about it? We can start slow," he suggested. She nodded and sat down on the bed. He sat down in front of her and took her hands in his, offering her some comfort. Damon followed behind Ric and stood to the far end of the corner of thr room, observing silently.
"Okay, I want you to close your eyes. Okay, good," he said when she obeyed. "Now, think back to the time you walked into the hotel room. What did you see?"
"Ummm, I walked in and saw the room. It was beautiful, classy and extravagant. I saw the picnic basket by the doors, and I called out to Damon, asking where he was. When he didn't answer, I went to look for him. I heard some voices coming from the bedroom, and I thought to myself, that it was odd. I didn't expect him to have company. For a minute there, I thought I had the wrong room. Then I pushed the door to the bedroom open, and I saw...them on the bed. Then, I left the room and almost made it to the elevators, when he suddenly appeared and slammed me against the wall. The next thing I know, he was saying all these hurtful things to me, that I was a replacement for Katherine, and that he didn't love me, he was only using me, that everything was my fault. All the things, I already knew were true and thought so myself. But coming from him like that, was basically confirming my every worst fear about myself. I suspected that he was compelled because the whole time he was saying those things, he was crying and shaking, like he didn't really mean them. Then, he vamped out and he bit my neck. Then I just passed out, I think." Throughout her explanation, Elena was just methodically going through the facts in her mind. She didn't let herself feel, and managed to maintain her emotions in check.
Ric was observing the way she spoke and his brows furrowed in uneasiness. This is not going to work. He had to push her for more. He had to get her to open up the can of worms and express all the ugliness. Otherwise, she was just burying the truth even deeper.
"Elena, you're just telling me what happened. You need to dig deeper. You need to tell me exactly what you felt," he told her.
"I felt...sad and angry, I guess. But I knew it wasn't really him...so..." she shrugged.
'Damon, this isn't working. We're going to have to use a different approach. Elena, you're not even shedding a tear when you were telling me all that. When you go through something as traumatic as that, you feel. I'm not getting the emotions from you," he said as he shook his head. "Okay, I'm gonna try something I learned while I was at Duke's. I only managed to do it twice and it didn't last very long. We're gonna try hypnotism," he announced.
"Wait, is that safe? How does it work?" Damon piped in as he walked nearer to the bed.
"Well, basically I just put you at ease, and let your subconscious do the talking. I'm gonna ask a series of questions, and you'll answer from your subconscious. You'll be surprised what comes out eventually," he explained to Elena.
"Will I know what I'm saying? Will I hear myself? What if I don't like the question?" she asked, feeling extremely nervous now for the lack of control.
"You won't know what's going on, and you won't remember any of it. We'll do this only if you completely trust me. Do you trust me, Elena?" Ric's eyes levelled on hers as he waited for her answer.
She hesitated and then agreed. "Yes, Ric I trust you. But I don't want Damon to be here when I do this. Damon, I don't know what's going to come out, and I don't want to hurt you. So I think it's better if you leave."
"I'm not going to leave you! Forget it! We agreed to do this together, you and me. I won't leave you to handle this yourself!" Damon exclaimed firmly.
"Actually, she may be right. With you here and her being afraid to hurt your feelings, she might not be willing to let go and be at ease. Maybe you just wait outside. I'll come get you if there's any need. Damon?" Ric waited, "Do you want my help or not?"
"Alright, fine! But I'll be right outside if you need me. You can do this, Elena," Damon said confidently and then pressed a kiss to her forehead before he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
"Okay, close your eyes again, and breathe deeply. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, yes just like that. Clear your mind. Think about the most peaceful place on earth. Tell me about this place," he said softly.
"I'm at the cemetery where my parents' graves are at. It's a beautiful sunny day, and a light breeze is blowing through my hair. I have my journal with me and I'm sitting down at the base of a tree, writing in it," she whispered.
"What is your name?"
"Elena Gilbert."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"What are your parents' names?"
"Grayson and Miranda."
"What is your brother's name?"
"I don't have a brother."
Ric paused in puzzlement. "Who is Jeremy Gilbert?"
"My cousin."
"Who is your boyfriend?"
"Damon Salvatore."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes, but I don't want to."
That surprised Ric. He hadn't expected that answer at all.
"Why don't you want to love him?"
"Because he has the power to hurt me."
"Do you mean hurt you as in bite you and drink your blood?"
"No, that won't hurt me. It will just kill me."
Ric was seriously confused then. "What could hurt you more than killing you?"
"He could leave me, abandon me."
Now it made sense. "How did you feel when you saw him with Rebekah in the hotel room?"
"I felt...I felt..." she choked off when her body started to shudder uncontrollably, her face buried in her hands as she cried out. "Nooooo...please don't! Stop!" Her tears were flowing freely as the sobs overtook her whole body.
"Damnit, Damon! Damon, get in here. Elena! Elena, wake up!" Ric shook her shoulders, trying to get her to snap out of it. A second later, Damon appeared beside her and scooped her up in his arms and held her shivering body as he looked at her with pain in his eyes.
Ric raised his tear-filled eyes to his, "Did you hear?"
"Yeah, I heard all of it," his voice thick with emotion. "I thought it was more about the attack, that she was afraid I'd bite her and kill her. I never thought that being dead is not her biggest fear, but that I'd leave her."
"Well, it makes sense, if you think about it. She was always the martyr, willing to sacrifice herself for the people that she loves. She was never afraid to die. Perhaps she got used to the idea that so many vampires were out to get her, that she came to expect death. But she has always had abandonment issues, starting with her parents dying in that car crash. Then, finding out that she was adopted, wondering why her real parents left her. Then, John and Isobel died, right in front of her too. And of course, there's Stefan, who left her to go with Klaus to save you. And then Bonnie refusing to see her, and all that. It just adds up to why she felt more threatened with the idea that you'll leave her too," Ric said.
"That means that she doesn't trust me. If she thinks that I'd leave her, then-"
"Damon, don't take it personally, okay. It's probably because she saw you with Rebekah. It's probably a residual feeling from the first time she caught you and Rebekah together, the morning after the ball. And then it happened again here...she's just not dealing well with it all. Give her some time, Damon," Ric advised.
Damon nodded sadly. "I'm gonna take her home to rest. We'll pick this up again later."
Over the next three days, Ric worked on her, asking her different variations of questions about that day, and most times, she'll end up a crying mess again. They were not making much progress and she was exhausted from all the crying. On the third day, they managed to get some breakthrough. Ric and Elena were facing each other again, this time on the sofa. As usual, Ric had her under in a few minutes and were asking more questions.
"Will you trust Damon again?"
"I don't know."
"Why do you think that Damon will leave you?"
"Because he did."
"When did he leave you?"
"When he was with Katherine and I was attacked by Stefan at the school gym. When he was with Andie and Rebekah."
"Do you blame Damon for what happened to you at the hotel?"
"No, he was compelled."
"What did you feel when you opened the bedroom door and saw Damon and Rebekah?"
"Betrayed, hopeless, sad, heartbroken, unworthy."
"If you knew that Damon was compelled to sleep with Rebekah, why did you feel so betrayed?"
"Because he said he loved her. And he said to leave him alone."
"But Rebekah compelled him to say those things. He didn't mean them, so why are you mad?"
"Because it's what he does. He runs when he's scared. When we fight, he does things that hurt me to retaliate against me. He can switch his humanity off at anytime."
"What are you most afraid of?"
"That he'll realize I'm not enough for him. That I can't be who he wants me to be, a vampire. That he'll fall in love with another and he'll leave me and won't come back. That he'll cheat on me. That one day, everyone I know will die and leave me alone."
"How did you feel when he bit your neck and drank from you?"
"Relieved, afraid."
"Why did you feel relieved?"
"Because I could die, and the pain will stop then. And I also don't have to run anymore."
"Why aren't you afraid to die?"
"Dying is easy. I don't have to feel anymore. The hardest thing in this world is to live in it."
"Okay, that's enough. Elena, on the count of three, you will wake up. One, two, three," Ric counted.
She blinked and seemed surprised to find herself tearless, unlike the previous few times where she cried her heart out. Her eyes were consistently swollen and red for days. "How did I do?" she asked anxiously.
"I'll let Damon fill you in on that. I need to take a long walk. I'll see you guys later," Ric said as he hurried out of the apartment. Damon sat next to her and held her hands.
"Well, I think you are the bravest woman I've ever met. You said that you did not fear death. Basically, seeing me with Rebekah on that bed, made you feel betrayed and abandoned. It brought back a lot of the abandonment issues you've had since your parents died. You think that I'll leave you and won't come back. But I can tell you that you won't ever have to face that. I will never leave you again. I promised you, remember? And we managed to survive even after what Rebekah did to tear us apart. I'm still here, and you're still here," he said, his voice gentle as he held her face in his hands.
"Elena, you can trust me. I will never knowingly hurt you. We've been through so much together, and I've changed a lot since Mystic Falls. You know me. You don't have to be afraid that I would retaliate against you if we ever fight or if you hurt my feelings. You know, the last few days? It was scary as hell. I could have run or hide or take the easy way out by compelling you to forget, but I didn't. I didn't want to lie to you ever again. I want this to be real, and it's only real when we're honest with each other. That is why I'm willing to work through this with you. So, please, sweetheart, can you trust me again?" he asked, his voice and eyes hopeful.
"I-" she started to say but was interrupted by the doorbell.
"Hang on, that must be Ric. Why don't you go in the bedroom, relax, and I'll get the door?" he suggested. She nodded and turned towards the bedroom.
He hurried over to the doors and swung it open. "Did you forget your keys-"
His body stiffened and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw who it was.
"Rebekah."
The bitch is back! What does she want now? Just when Damon and Elena is finally starting to make some headway from their previous encounter with her, she shows up, threatening to bring it all down again. So what do you all think about this development? Is this chapter a bit boring? A lot of talk, not much action? It is a hard story to tell, the words refused to flow properly. How do you cope when someone you love is suffering from a traumatic experience? This chapter shows Damon's maturity level and a side of him that we seldom see. He's so selfless here, and we know how he must have felt hearing Elena's hypnotism sessions with Ric. Oh and the first scene with Klaus...that's a surprise. I didn't think that I'd write him in this chapter either.
Oh well, read and review please! Appreciate it so much, can't even begin to tell ya!
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"Rebekah? God, you must have the nose of a bloodhound to find me here! What the hell do you want now? I'm on vervain, so you can't compel me! If you don't want to lose a limb, I suggest you leave now!" Damon threatened.
"I came to apologize to you. I didn't mean to force you to kill Elena. She just really gets on my nerves, and I snapped. I've been thinking about it, and I want to finish what we started the other day. Revenge aside, I meant what I said. I have feelings for you, and I will not take no for an answer. I want us to be together, Damon.I know you feel the same way, don't you?"
"My God, why don't you get it? There is no us. There never was! I love Elena, it has always been Elena! Can you get that through your thick skull?" he almost shouted.
"You're lying! Our first night together was too darn good for you to fake it. You're not that good an actor, I can tell if you were faking! It was real, your emotions were all real!" she exclaimed.
"I may not be a good actor, but I have a damn good imagination. You're right, it was real. You know why? Because I had to pretend that you were Elena the whole time! When I was caressing you, it was her skin that I touched. When we kissed, I closed my eyes and thought of her lips. My passion, the 'magic' you felt that night, it was all for her! When I was fucking you, I was making love to her. That was the only way I could tolerate you. I wanted it to be her so bad, that I convinced myself that every sigh, every moan came from her mouth," he yelled out.
She shook her head in denial, tears forming in her eyes. "No! You-you're mad at me, and that's why you are saying all these things. You're trying to hurt me back for what happened at the penthouse!"
"Rebekah, I am not mad, I'm furious! It's enough to make me drive a stake through your heart right now. But I'm not going to do that, and you know why? It's because I just realized how pitiful you really are. That's right, I pity you. I don't know what could have happened to make a woman desperate enough to have to compel a man to love her, to want her. While we were on that bed, all I could think was how much I hated you for making me hurt Elena. There was no pleasure derived from it, it was merely a forced act of compulsion. And this is why no man would ever love you. You're selfish, proud, bitter, cruel and vindictive! Your own mother wants to kill you and your brothers barely tolerated you! That's why Klaus had you daggered all those years. No one wants you around!" Damon bit out, his chest heaving from the exertion of not reaching for a vervain grenade now.
Her tears spilled over her eyes, as his words cut through to her unbeating heart. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Damon knew that he was beyond harsh but he had to get through to her psychotic head that he had no intention whatsoever to pursue anything with her.
"You may not believe me, but I love Elena with all my heart. I'm willing to die for her just to keep her safe. I want her to be my wife, and she doesn't even have to turn for me. I'm willing to love her until the day she dies as an old lady or if she chooses to spend eternity with me. Either way, there's no one else I'd love besides her. I thought I loved Katherine once upon a time, but I realize now that that was nothing compared to what I feel for Elena now. She is a hundred times the woman Katherine or you ever was or will ever be. So, stay the hell away from me and leave Elena alone. Or else, I'll let her karate-chop your ass to hell!" With that, he slammed the door shut in Rebekah's shocked face. The whole wall shook with the force of the door slam.
He turned around to head towards the bedroom but was caught off-guard at Elena's expression as she stood at the entrance of the kitchen. She was sobbing quietly, her arms folded around herself, as if she was holding herself together. He approached her apprehensively; unsure of how she'll react to having seen Rebekah again after all she'd been through. When he reached her, and was standing just a foot away from her, he spoke softly, "Elena, she won't hur-" he broke off when the silent girl threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and buried her lips on his. He could taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with her sweet scent. He stood frozen in shock for a while, until she forced him backwards until they fell on the couch in a tangle.
Whatever he expected of her reaction, this was the last thing he'd expect she'd do. He sat up against the backrest and pulled her to sit on top of him, her legs astride his hips. They kissed hungrily and wildly, since he had practically been a monk for at least five days since they last made love together. Her fingers tore through his shirt buttons roughly and managed to jerk the fronts of his shirt aside, baring his smooth chest. Then she raised herself off his lap slightly and made quick work to undo his belt and pants, sliding them down to his ankles. His hard length was straining against her thigh, eager for the long –overdue release. He broke the kiss, and they panted, swallowing gulps of air into their lungs.
"Are you-are you sure? You're not completely..." he gasped as her hands wrapped around his erection, pumping rapidly.
"Damon," she gasped out, "shut up!"
She hiked her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties aside, not bothering to remove them at all as she guided his hard length into her core, letting her position on top of him help to push her hips downwards to meet his thrust.
"God, that's tight," he moaned out as he threw his head back with his eyes shut.
She started to move on top of him, using her knees to pull herself up until only the tip of his cock was still inside her, and in another swift motion, she impaled herself with his hard length again. When he was buried to the hilt, she used her inner muscles to squeeze him, eliciting a growl from him. Then she gyrated her hips on him, driving him crazy with pleasure. He reached down between them with his right hand and managed to flick her exposed clit a few times as he neared his own release.
"God, I'm so close! Cum with me!" he screamed as he felt his balls tightened and soon, he groaned loudly in her ear as she milked him dry, her own muscles shuddering around him as she reached orgasm. This was pure animalistic sex, no foreplay, no teasing. She wasn't even undressed! Their bodies had come together in unison out of pure need for each other. She collapsed against him, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, unwilling to let her go just yet.
As they slowly recovered from the intensity of their release, he heard her whisper one word.
"Yes."
"Yes what, sweetheart?" he whispered back.
"Yes, I'll marry you."
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