Her eyes rove up to the clock and then back to the teacher droning on, his eyes glued to the textbook. Her hand slowly slides her vibrating smart phone out of her jeans pocket and her head ducks down. A tiny quirk of her lips twitch as she reads the text, 'Wait for me by the gates after school? :)'
Her fingers dance across the screen as she types out her reply while trying not to glance at the clock again, as if to will time forward.
A hand shifts to prop her head up as she half-heartedly copies down the wall of text on the blackboard.
Why would she ask to meet with me after school? It's too risky. What if someone noticed her? How am I going to explain that? I don't think the compulsion would have allowed me to, in the first place. Wouldn't it be better for me to meet her somewhere less crowded instead? It's going to be packed in the next twenty-four minutes, given that today is a Friday and the day of the Founder Day's celebration. Uncle John mentioned fireworks… Plus,there's a place I know we could go to watch it privately.
This anticipation was driving her nuts. Her eyes dart up to the clock on the wall smirking down at her as she groans impatiently into her notebook, tapping her pen against the side of her head. Eighteen minutes till the bell rings. Unable to sit still from this nervous kind of energy coursing through her like electrical sparks tingling in her toes traveling from the ground up.
Before she knew it, she had already tidied up her desk and stacked her books up neatly despite the fact that there was literally ten more minutes. Her back straightens ramrod straight as she observes the teacher pace in front of her.
The moment her ears register the beginning of the school bell shrilling through the speakers, her hand slides the books off the desk, into her waiting arms as she careens toward the classroom exit in a jiffy. She makes a mad dash to her lockers on the third floor to grab her winter coat and mittens.
The school hallway was already packed to the brim with people, and the chaos was maddening and impossibly difficult to navigate, with the throng of people behind her, pushy and noisy.
The usual couple was making out on the right side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down was the parade of the band geeks with their huge instrument cases, taking up a wide berth of space.
Elena wishes she could have one of those but she certainly didn't want to lug one of those down the stairs. She also wishes she could walk through walls so she wouldn't need to be shoved into another person ahead of her. She passes by the small trio of aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes during class. A breath of air brushes the top of her head; she glances up and rolls her eyes at a football flying over her head.
It takes her another full ten minutes to escape the gleeful laughter joined with excited conversations and shouts as she barrels through the swinging open school doors.
The chill afternoon breeze greets her, blasting her face with a strong puff. She pulls her coat tighter and makes her way towards the gates.
Passing by the slew of yellow buses parked by the curb, she spots a lone red Porsche parked farther than the rest of the vehicles. That must be her, Elena thinks and hurries towards the passenger side.
"Hi."
"Hey cupcake," Katherine greets her warmly and dials the knob up for the car heater. "How was school?"
"Good. Is something wrong?" asks Elena cautiously when the older vampire just glances at the side mirror and steers the wheel, letting the vehicle roll away from the curb. Katherine shakes her head and leans forward in her seat, her hand reaching out towards Elena's chin.
"I thought we'd go hang out for a while," the older vampire's lips quirk playfully.
She feels pulled into Katherine's hypnotic gaze, her hands moving towards her on autopilot as though she was the sun and her the sunflower. Skin meets skin, fingers intertwine and weave together, their lips almost touching, hovering in the electrifying space, warm breath ghosting with yearning desire. A door slams shut, shattering the moment.
"You just had to, right?"
Panic crawls into her sleeves as she bodily yanks herself back into her seat, eyes blinking wide whereas Katherine merely rolls her eyes and glares at the intruder.
"You were strolling."
"I was brisk-walking!"
She shifts around whilst still being strapped by the seat belt, and discovers that the indignant voice belongs to none other than Jeremy. She stares at him, temporarily incapacitated by the presence of her own brother. Her lips spilling no sound as her mouth opens and shuts like a goldfish. She could hear him and Katherine bickering over something, but her brain feels stuck to this point of time. It was only when Jeremy takes a deep breath and greets her that her brain catches up to the present.
"Hey Sis. We're going to Whitmore."
Her brow raises in confusion.
"What. Why Whitmore?"
She doesn't give him a chance to answer, because she shifts back to face Katherine, tilting her head in Jeremy's direction.
"You compelled my brother too?"
"Hmm… Oh that. I needed someone to keep an eye out on you while I was away," replies Katherine casually, still driving.
Some time later, Elena turns on the radio for some much needed background music, and then realizes later on, that there was no need for it, what with Jer and Katherine sniping back and forth sarcastically.
Mystic Falls High School
Bonnie taps her thumb frustratedly at Elena's contact number for the sixth time. This makes it the seventh, and yet the call just goes to voicemail. Her most reliable best friend who was always there, supportive and reassuring, is currently uncontactable.
This was not happening.
Not today.
She decides to leave a message instead in hopes Elena will call back.
She scrolls down the contact list and hovers over her other best friend uncertainly. She has to try, right? She won't know if she didn't at least convince her to save him.
She finds Tyler practicing his aim by himself and walks up to him. Every ball he throws curves into a perfect arch and lands neatly into the net. Frustrated that none of her best friends were picking up their cells, she unwittingly flicks her fingers at the flying basketball, throwing it off in mid-air and sending it knocking against the supporting board and bouncing against the metallic rim of the hoop with a loud thud, before falling away from the net.
She watches Tyler throw his hands up before jogging off to retrieve the ball. He picks the ball up, and Bonnie instantly feels bad; just a tiny little bit. She suppresses the smile when Tyler notices her standing there by the court.
He jerks his head towards her, "Yo Bennett. What's up?"
She shrugs and tries to play it cool. He doesn't know about her magic and she wants it to keep her secret between people who don't really need to know and people who happened to know. Pretending to fiddle with her phone, she questions, "Have you seen Elena or Caroline?"
He bounces the ball against the ground a couple of times and then spins it with a single finger. "Yeah. I had econs with Elena. Last period. She rushed out of the room before any of us could get up. Must have been something important. It was the first time seeing her like that."
He shrugs and continues, his lips giving way to a grimace. "Caroline roped Matt to help set up the stuff for tonight. Why do you think I'm playing by myself? Whatever happened to the 'bros first' code?"
Bonnie rolls her eyes and retorts, feeling the need to defend her friend. "You could help out too, you know."
"And see my dad there? No thanks. I have to be there tonight, anyways. If I go, I'll probably be ordered like one of his lackeys, and then by Caroline. Do you know how annoying she is when she's in that mode?" He pulls a face and shudders. "Scary. I tell you."
Bonnie muses on the complexity of her life and feels jealous at the simplicity of Tyler's; only consisting of school and football practice.
Do you know there are vampires living amongst us? Are you aware that your father has my boyfriend thrown into and thrust up like a turkey in some secret underground hole in the middle of your expansive properties? Do you care about anything else other than your game matches, your precious bro time, and the girls you parade around with like your shiny trophies? Do you care, Tyler? The one supernatural friend that I have… his life is in the dangerous hands of anti-vampires. And I'm the only one who can do something.
She rings Caroline up while opening her car door with her other hand, and amazingly the call goes through with a tiny click; her bright cheerful voice filtering out as the car door closes.
Not bothering with pleasantries, Bonnie cuts to the chase and blurts, "They have Damon, Care. I don't know what to do. We have to help him."
"Who has who? What are you doing?"
Bonnie opens her mouth to answer but her friend's voice just rolls on. "No, not you. I asked for white table cloths. This is off-white. Oh my god, is that… is that a stain? Bonnie, what are you talking about?"
"Your mother knows Damon's a vampire. So does the Mayor and Mr. Gilbert. They have him locked up somewhere underground, I don't know, in the woods," she explains.
There is nothing else said but white noise. Meaningless snatches of words thrown and jumbled with all the outside noise the tiny speaker picks up as she waits anxiously for Caroline's reply.
"How… how can you be sure?" came the reply. Bonnie assumes she moved away from the commotion because it sounds less noisy.
"I saw them. It's a long story really. He sent me a message," says Bonnie.
"So he texted you that he was in the woods? Did he give you a map, Bonnie? Because the woods usually means either the edge of town or…"
"The Lockwoods have him." She could totally see the raised brows and skeptical look Caroline wears when she says that she can predict the future.
"Uh-huh."
"Look. You don't have to believe me. I just need your help," pleads Bonnie.
There is a pause, a full minute long that stretches between them.
"No."
"What? Why?" exclaims Bonnie.
"He used me. Do you have any idea what he put me through? I had no control whatsoever," came Caroline's bitter reply. "He deserves what he gets, Bon. My mum, Tyler's dad, Elena's uncle… they're the good guys. We're not supposed to help the bad guy."
It was so not the response she was hoping for.
She retorts, her tone dripping condescendingly. "Does that make Stefan a bad guy too? You did tried to hit on him."
There was a quiet sigh on the other end, before her friend says, "No…. But you said only Damon got caught. You didn't see his brother, did you? Maybe… he got away. Who knows. Why do you care? You hated him, remember?"
"Yeah. But… He didn't sound so bad after…" Her half-assed explanation gets interrupted by Caroline's side of background noise of chatter and just noise. She must have returned back to the commotion.
"Hey Bonnie. It's been great chatting with you but I have- No. No. This isn't meant to be here. Where'd you get this hideous… thing? Hello. Did you even hear me? I expressly said-"
"Thanks for nothing," mutters Bonnie, clicking the disconnect button viciously.
Whitmore Shopping Complex
Light airy laughter erupts from the girls' glossed lips as they watch Jeremy bolt out of the vehicle with sheer amusement glinting in their eyes. The journey took approximately two and a half hours and though Elena would love to stretch her gangly limbs, she couldn't bear the thought of not having this precious moment to themselves. She can't help but stare at Katherine; her body reverberating contently, or lavish in her melodious chuckle. Her eyes travel up past her cleavage before her cheeks redden to the wine-stained lips.
She shouldn't be staring. This feels wrong on so many levels. She was not supposed to have these kinds of feelings for her. For Katherine. Her identical twin but not really one.
The thought of wanting to touch her supple skin; desiring to kiss those succulent lips; searing the taste of Katherine's flavor into the deepest recesses of her mind, was just terrifying.
Yet the temptation is too great for Elena to resist; she reacts without thinking it through, unbuckling her seatbelt. Her lithe body rises from the seat and she slinks towards the older vampire, her irises darkening slightly.
She takes Katherine by surprise. Pink glossed lips graze against wine-stained lips, before smashing together like magnetism. Tongues dart out and clash, battling for dominance. Fingers move on their own accord, mimicking each other without the need to see.
A slender arm glides under Elena's thighs and scoops her up completely, depositing her onto the older vampire's lap. Her bended knees open wide to accommodate Katherine and the little space they have. She straddles the vampire with ease and tangles her fingers into the brunette's curls. She plants soft kisses near the jaw line whilst leaving a trail of smothering butterfly kisses down Katherine's neck, past the collar bone, towards her intended target.
Katherine moans softly upon feeling Elena's hand slip under her shirt and traveling upwards. The fingers skim across her lower back, travelling up to trace the ridges of her spine until they reach her lacey bra to unclasp it in a single motion. Her breathing becomes ragged at each inhalation as those damning fingers move to cup her breast and squeeze experimentally.
Just the right touch combined with Elena's trail of hot wet kisses, is enough for Katherine to jerk against the seat, jostling the younger girl above her. Her back arches as Elena pulls the front of her shirt down to expose her freed breasts, the cool air hardening her nipples.
"Fuck," gasps Katherine when Elena bends her head down further and smacks her lips onto one exposed nipple, latching and sucking with intense fervour. A throaty whine escapes her as blunt teeth scrape against the already hardened flesh.
"Elena…"
Her doppelganger hums in response, sending electrifying jolts into her swollen, and probably over-stimulated nipple. She feels warm, wet lips unlatching and holds the younger girl's head in place.
"No. You're not done." Katherine groans, needy and wanting at Elena's quiet chuckle.
"I was going to give your other nipple some attention-" Elena teases despite having her head nearly squashed against Katherine's desperate vice-like hold. She feels her other neglected nipple being pulled and tweaked.
Her mind doesn't wander very far from her doppelganger who was behaving rather un Elena-like.
She tugs impatiently at the bottom of Elena's top and growls, "Take it off."
Elena complies, pulling the shirt off and flinging it behind. She doesn't waste much time and grabs the younger doppelganger by the waist, pulling her closer. Heat pools in her loins but she can't widen her thighs, not with Elena straddling her.
Instead, her fingers travel downwards to Elena's pants and dips past the cotton panties to cup the smoothly shaven cunt.
She grins into the kiss as Elena gasps aloud, her eyes blinking wide open. A smirk forms upon feeling Elena jolt up from her lap as her thumb begins to fiddle with her clit, running a long manicured fingernail up and down the younger girl's folds.
Several things happened at once, neither preparing both girls for the rippling effect.
Who knew it would take one loud crash and the sound of their car horn blaring to send both of them tumbling back to reality?
Her fingers that were once entrenched in the younger girl's core, were suddenly dislodged from the tight, slippery channel. Katherine looks up and blinks confusedly at Elena's abrupt jump.
The younger brunette's head bumps against the roof of the compact car, sending her ass slamming onto the horn.
Elena lets out a low pained hiss that snaps Katherine out of it. She tentatively grabs Elena by the hips and guides them back to her lap. Her head shifts to the left and finds the source of the loud crash.
Turns out the kid had seen them both going at it that he failed to watch where he was going. The shopping cart that he was pushing must have crashed into the metal railings that contained other shopping carts.
She glares at the kid until he had the decency to look away while her hand snakes around Elena's naked lower back in an attempt to calm her. Her other hand reaches up to soothe the pain away.
"Crap! What was that?" She hears Elena mutter into her hair.
"Oh that was nothing. Just a kid who got an eyeful of us going at it like bunnies," murmurs Katherine absentmindedly as her hands continue to stroke her younger doppelganger's smooth naked back.
Elena tenses up immediately and it takes another full minute before she realizes that it probably wasn't the best thing to say.
All traces of Elena behaving handsy disappears, leaving her doppelganger as awkward as she was ever. "Oh come on. He's gone now. At least this isn't Mystic Falls," Katherine says and then bites her lip to stop a chuckle.
"It's not funny. You're not the one half-naked! I can't believe I even did it," bemoans Elena, burying herself more into the older vampire's embrace.
Elena squeezes her thighs together and in turn, which resulted in Katherine's hips getting squeezed tighter, causing the older vampire to groan.
"Don't do that."
Her own hazel irises widen at the moment she sniffs Elena's sweet arousal mixed with pure embarrassment permeating throughout the air. She ceases breathing as soon as she takes a whiff. Her open palms close to form a clenched fist to resist digging her fingernails into Elena's.
Staring into the side mirror, she finds herself horrified at the dark popping veins emerging from beneath her makeup, or that her irises had taken on a crimson hue. She wills herself to stay strong; to resist the dark temptation.
Oh it would be so easy. She could just sweep aside Elena's hair, exposing that delicate jugular and sink in, piercing the flesh until she drank it all. Pliant body. Dead doppelganger. No deal.
I need her alive.
Katherine repeats the words over and over again until the veins recede and vanish. Her eyes brown and normalize until she feels confident in uncurling her fists.
She needs fresh air. It was too close.
She has to put some distance between her and her doppelganger.
"How about some ice cream?" Katherine hears herself say and she feels Elena nodding. However, she makes no move to get up from her lap and open the car door.
Feeling impatient, Katherine adds a warning. "Jeremy's probably waiting for us. I'm sure you don't want him to know we're fucking."
Again, there was no reaction from the younger girl and Katherine can't read her expression since Elena's face was practically hiding in the crook of her neck. Fed up with waiting, she unlocks the car door.
The sound of the door unlatching makes Elena grip her neck tighter as if to prevent her from leaving. Katherine rolls her eyes at the action, and proceeds to carefully maneuver both of them out of the vehicle. One hand goes up to cover Elena's head like a child so as to prevent the younger girl from receiving another souvenir bump. The other snakes to Elena's waist for better support, not that it was really needed when Elena's legs were wrapped tightly around hers.
"There's no one around, cupcake."
Elena's head bobs up from her shoulder at the statement and then releases Katherine from the deathly grip.
Katherine reaches back into the car to grab the shirt lying on the dashboard and grabs Elena's winter coat from the passenger seat, before closing the door and locking the vehicle.
She hands the clothing to the younger girl, silently watching her dress. And if Katherine misses the soft, tight embrace Elena gave, she shrugs it off, chalking it to mere body heat and considers the fleeting feeling irrelevant.
They meet up with Jeremy waiting impatiently by the front doors, and all three end up having frozen yogurt instead. She pays for both of the siblings and they stroll past different shopping outlets in a leisurely manner.
Katherine watches Elena fish little chunks of strawberry out of her paper cup of yogurt, finding her antics rather cute.
It got her thinking.
She's never really had many female friends or any friends, period. She wasn't the type to make small talk, let alone sleep over and cuddle or whatever it was teenagers were supposed to do with their friends. Most of her friendships had been built on life debts and business transactions, so she doesn't really know what normal people do. Hadn't really stopped running to actually live it. This is almost -
Well, she could get used to this.
"Oh no. Hell no! You never said anything about this, Gilbert," huffs Katherine folding her arms and glaring hotly.
"Only because I knew you were going to say no anyways!" retorts Jeremy.
"Yes to shopping. I'm not going in there."
"Chicken!"
"Jeremy!"
"Call me that again and I'll wring your neck until it looks like one," growls Katherine.
Elena plants herself firmly, arms apart, between them. To any outsider, it would look as though they were merely siblings squabbling which is probably why no one was paying them the slightest attention. She keeps her back towards Jeremy while eyeing Katherine's statuette form, well aware the older vampire could very easily side step her and reach for him in one blink. The argument ping pongs back and forth. If she wasn't so worried Katherine would actually follow through, this argument was definitely laughable.
"Just one game, Kat," she intervenes quickly before Jeremy could get another word in. She adds, "The game only lasts twenty minutes. We can go shopping after."
Elena can see the internal cogs turning as the older vampire weighs the decision with a titillating frown.
"Fine, but I get to pick the outlets," replies Katherine.
Jeremy leads the way inside the dark, dimly lit shop coupled with bright neon lights flashing across the walls while deafening music blasts overhead.
Katherine takes control of the situation yet again, side stepping Elena easily and pushing Jeremy aside. She watches her double 'charm' the geeky kid at the counter to let them play for free.
When she was done, and their hands were covered in ink, Katherine saunters towards the small allocated area where the other groups were waiting.
They only had to wait a bit before all the players were ushered into a tiny cramped room that held all the game equipment. The moment Katherine spots the bulky vest that everyone started reaching for, she starts complaining about how ugly it was and refuses to have the "dratted thing" attached.
Shaking her head in amusement, Elena eyes the crowded room for a moment. No one was looking their way, even Jeremy seemed engrossed with fiddling with all the straps.
She takes a step closer to Katherine and wraps her arms around her waist. She could feel Katherine relaxing against her, her cool body temperature coiling around her warmth.
"It'd be over before you know it," Elena whispers into Katherine's ear as she steps backwards to slide the vest between them, easily wrangling the older vampire into it and fastening the clasps for her. She hands Katherine the laser tag gun and heads towards the wall to put hers on.
This is child's play and a complete waste of time, Katherine grouses as the employee drones on reading all the rules aloud monotonously with an annoyingly scratchy voice.
Overall the principle of the game is the team with the highest points wins.
Piece of cake, she thinks and lets a smirk slide in until her doppelganger had to spoil her fun with a light caress on her arm whilst whispering, "Play nice."
"I always play nice," pouts Katherine, to which two pairs of brows raise synchronously in her direction. She ignores the Gilberts' snort and pursues her lips together.
Elena just shakes her head and reiterates, "No powers, Katherine. I mean it. Don't ruin the game."
Only ten minutes into the game, Katherine begins to grumble as she tries to outrun this tireless, annoying, exuberant ten-year-old who had been chasing her ever since the lights went out.
"Don't ruin the game, my ass," she mutters and glares at the useless gun in her hand.
She hits a dead end with nowhere else to run. She turns around to find the kid coming in close, gleefully enjoying himself as he aims the plastic barrel at her vest.
"Game over," the kid crows.
"Yeah, sure. For you," replies Katherine darkly.
Glaring hard into the kid's eyes, she makes quick work of him.
A couple of seconds later, the kid runs out the same way he chased her. She hears aggravated, protesting shouts, followed by the sounds of lasers blasting on the other side, before casually exiting with a giddy smile.
At the end of the session, she files out in line with the others and dumps all the gear into the empty bin by the doors. Everyone except Katherine crowds over to the leadership board screen whilst she perches on the edge of the bench, inspecting her nails. Their team was neither in the first place nor the last. They were somewhere in the middle, not that Katherine really cared about the scoring.
It didn't matter if she did used a tiny bit of compulsion on the kid to shoot his team mates instead, resulting in them having a negative score. It was just a game, she reasoned.
Hands in his pockets, Gilbert shuffles over with Elena following, her hazel eyes twinkling in amusement.
Her brother just shakes his head and says, "That's not the way to play."
Elena, on the other hand, just plants herself on her lap, shrugging her shoulders as her petite body vibrates with light laughter while Katherine fights the urge to resist breaking her poker face for a wide grin, secretly relishing in delight at the younger girl's fingers curling into her own.
"Jer, it's a consolation she didn't kill the kid."
Unknown time, unknown location
A man sits hunched on the threadbare mattress, clutching his head as he mutters away. A book lying discarded on the dirty concrete, forgotten like the man himself was.
The voice in his head is back again, louder than ever.
Submit, and you will set yourself free.
He shakes his head and pants, sweat coating his forehead. "Never. I'm not letting you out."
You're making this harder for you than it is for me.
A phone buzzes on the ground nearby and the man takes a glance at the flashing screen.
He frowns at the profile picture. "Why is she calling me?"
The voice answers, sickly sweet and infuriatingly calm. She's the ticket out of this hell hole you've created. Pick up the phone.
"No."
Pick it up. Now.
"Tell me what you did first?" The man yells to the empty room.
It laughs, clear and loud, in his mind and his head prickles in pain, like a thousand knives stabbing at his forehead.
I did plenty of things while you were napping, dearest Stefan.
He falls to his knees, blinded in pain, clutching his head as the dark maniacal voice sweeps in, holding him down. He screams and shouts, but no one comes. Alone and helpless in his own home, confined with reinforced chains bolting the door shut, sealing the man and the darkness in.
Agony. Hatred. Fury. Sorrow. Alleviation. Peace.
A strange state of neutrality overcome his senses. The pain in his head dissipates as if it never existed. He picks up the phone and answers.
A/N: I hoped you enjoy reading Kelena smut. I sort of got my groove back... and I decided to write Stefan having a split personality disorder so I can have both the Ripper and Stefan out in this series. Don't fret... one of the Originals will be making his entrance in the later chapters. I can't quite remember if it was slated to be in either ch29 or 30ish. My plot outline keeps changing; must be because of one very playful muse and watching too many tvd fanvids. R&R pretty please. =P