Chapter 35: Breakfast & The Media

After learning the painful truth of Damon's past, Elena was filled with mixed emotions. The chance to save his life or end it because he didn't want to become a monster was a choice, but in the end he couldn't resist the calling urges because Katherine had exposed him to his new nature. She hated Katherine. The reason Damon was a vampire and swayed toward objects that drew out his dark desires was because of her. She molded him into a blood lusting mess. His attempts to better himself were admiring and she respected his acceptance of knowing he would be this way forever and might as well do good with it, however she couldn't help but trace back all the blame to Katherine.

That bitch, Elena thought in rage. She walked toward the large cold window rubbing her arms.

"I know she is a part of your life and that you felt something for her," she uttered still astounded by their conversation. "But I'm glad she is dead. She sounds cruel and selfish."

"Don't worry about her." Damon stated flatly.

She was numb. His story was a bit overwhelming as she processed it. The whole night was in fact. The truth was something she aspired to know and now she felt like she was being bombarded with information and attention. Stefan and Alaric's interest in her sudden relationship with Damon sparked the need to warn her and after Damon's history lesson she was disturbed.

"Elena," He whispered from over her shoulder. His breath touched her bare skin and she turned to him with droopy eyes and confusion. "If you're still worried about what Stefan said please don't be. You're nothing like Katherine."

"Then why would he even say it and don't tell me its because he is doing this in spite of what happened over a hundred years ago." Her voice ran wild with suspicion and craze as she spun around. "What is it that Katherine and I have in common? Something reminds you of her in me."

Damon remained silent as he thought out his answer and then he spoke, "I've seen many beautiful women in my days, but you and her…you're stunning. After her I never thought I be graced with the beauty of a woman like her and then I met you."

Her heart melted at his explanation, but she grew a wicked grin. "Thank you, but I can tell when you're not being completely honest with me Mr. Salvatore. Whatever it is I will find out and I'll get it out of you one way or another. No help from your brother."

"Really?" He took a step forward closing in the gap. His fingers ran through her curled hair pushed to the side. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

The mood of curiosity and hostility vanished and the sweet smell of seduction had returned. She tugged on his jacket pulling him closer and trying her best attempt at being sexy. A fool was what she felt like at this moment. The portrayal of being sexy was never her thing, but she was daring at the moment. "Mr. Salvatore if I gave away all my best secrets there wouldn't be any. You'll have to wait and see." Elena released her hold on him and tried to move away, but he scooped her up and she was pinned against the window for anyone to see of their highly inappropriate circumstances.

"How about we find out now." He pushed his lower body into her creating a desperate moan to escape her.

This is truly messed up. One moment she was feeling sorrow and anger and the next she is being turned on by the same man. This messed up world she was falling into was something she had a feeling was a hard place to get out of.

"Is sex always on your mind?" She breathed.

"Always." Damon growled and slowly shed one of her satin gloves off her hand. It was the one that covered her wound from earlier in the night that Damon had created. The freshness and newly punctured marks transformed him and she knew he needed to taste her. Without consent, Damon lifted her wrist to his mouth and the pain pierced her for only seconds. Soon it was soothing as her blood pumped rhythmically with his suction. His fingers curled around her arm and her eyes grew heavy. Her head titled back at the loss of blood was now overtaking her stamina. The pointed fangs that belonged to him withdrew from her skin and he kissed and licked away every drop leaving her wound to look clean. She felt like she was becoming light headed and her knees were giving out. Her body was lifted into the air at lightning speed and Damon laid her down on the couch.

"I think I indulged too much." He caressed her cheek. "You need to rest…after everything anyways."

"No," She called out weakly. "I want more."

"Not tonight." Damon kissed her forehead. "You've already had me tonight and as much as I would love to strip you out of that gorgeous dress and fuck the shit out of you, you're exhausted. Sleep."

"No." Elena whined again. Her eyes on the other hand fought her and she drifted into a deep sleep. The fluttering image of Damon leaning over her was the lasting she saw.

Her body molded into the soft texture below her. Exhaustion had consumed her and now as she awoke refreshed she did not want to leave this comfy place. The smell of breakfast being cooked filled her nostrils and she rolled over. As she opened her eyes, she was startled at her surroundings. She knew she fell asleep on the couch in Damon's office, however that wasn't where she was now. Even the smell of eggs and bacon made her believe she could have been back her own home, where Damon could have easily taken her and left her be. However, she was in neither of those places. The bedroom looked familiar and she knew she was in the room that Damon had designated to her at his house. She was bummed she was not in his bedroom, but she knew he had rules about that.

Pushing herself up, she saw her dress hanging on the closet. She looked down to see she was dressed in a satin blue nightgown. Her bare legs stuck out of it and she felt over exposed. Did Damon change her into this? How did she not awake? He will hear about this one.

She threw the blankets off of her and walked over to the closet. Inside on the other side of the door was the same black satin robe she had borrowed before. She covered herself and took a quick glance in the mirror. For falling asleep with her hair curled and wearing makeup she was surprisingly decent. However, she felt like she was a dolled up sex toy in her itty bitty nightgown and she rushed to the bathroom to wash it off. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and left the room to find Damon.

The smell of breakfast grew stronger and she followed that smell that led her to the kitchen. A hunchback man was hovering over the stove and she stopped in her tracks noticing Damon was nowhere to be seen. "Miss Gilbert, Mr. Salvatore will be with you in a moment." She crossed her arms in an X over her chest and awkwardly stood there as the man continued to cook breakfast.

"Good morning, Miss Gilbert." His voice soothed behind her and she jumped. He was dressed in only a pair of black sweat pants that hung perfectly at his hips. No shirt was to be found on him and she wasn't complaining. He was muscular and toned. "Please sit, relax."

Elena found a wooden stool to sit on and Damon sat next to her. He unfolded the newspaper that was perfectly set out and began to flip through the pages. "You look quite…stimulating this morning." He grinned and gave her sideway glance. She looked over at the man, who now she recognized as the man who she met the first time she arrived at his house. His name was Mr. Lockwood. She felt uneasy with Damon giving her sex eyes and dressing her provocatively around his butler. Although, she had a funny feeling he was compelled to know what to do when, know when not to listen, and know what to forget.

"Damon," she began.

"Yes…" he imitated her tone.

"I know we agreed that I would work with you on some of your rules and expectations, but you have to run them by me first. You can't just take action and expect me to be okay with it." She told him pulling the robe around her body tighter.

"A wardrobe for a woman I thought would be a dream come true." Damon said flipping the paper to the business section already aware of where she was going with her statement. "Clearly, you're not like most girls."

"I'm not." Elena argued and sitting up straight. "I like my style and I don't want you to try and change it. This nightgown isn't me. It feels great, but I prefer to sleep in…a t-shirt and shorts. Maybe your t-shirt."

She was risking the last comment, but she always liked the idea of girl wearing her man's clothes to bed. Even if they weren't a typical relationship she knew that small gesture wasn't life altering.

Damon set the paper down for a second and swiveled his chair to face her. "I'm not trying to change your style, I'm enhancing it. Have you even looked at what is in that closet? I know you don't like me buying you things, but I can't help myself. Please I'm not saying you have to wear any of it, but still look around. You might be surprised to see what you might like."

"As for the t-shirt comment," he picked up the paper again. "I much prefer you in that sexy nightgown, even though nothing at all would be fine with me too, but if you insist I can loan you a shirt of mine."

Mr. Lockwood turned on his heel and walked over with two plates filled with eggs and bacon. He poured a glass of orange juice each and pushed it toward them. She blushed as the inappropriate comments in front of an outsider were daring, but she had to remind herself he was under compulsion and could careless.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Damon casually asked biting into his slice of bacon.

Looking down at her wrist, the wound had scabbed over. She wanted it to be gone completely and the only way to do that was that was by drinking his blood, which he was absolutely against. "Fine." She responded feeling the bumps on her arm.

"It will heal." He assured her. "I recommend wearing long sleeves for the time being."

The wound bothered her as it stared at her reminding her of what she really was getting herself into. The thought of tasting blood still crossed her mind and even though she knew it was an outrageous thought to begin with, she couldn't help be curious.

Her appetite diminished and she sat still as Damon devoured his breakfast next to her. Hungry much?

"How can you eat?" She asked. "I thought vampires only needed blood."

"I function quite normally as long as I have a healthy amount of blood in me." He informed her and drank his juice. "Last night left me starving like any other human would be after hours of not eating. By the way, eat. Don't let it go to waste."

"I'm not very hungry." Elena slid her glass toward her. She may not be hungry, but she was parched.

"Eat." He demanded of her and she picked at her food. Damon noticed her out of character and he folded the paper up and scooted his chair closer to her. She dropped the piece of bacon in her hand and looked at him. "What's wrong?

She sighed. "I'm still processing everything."

"You wanted to know." He said.

"I know. It was just a lot to handle." Elena nodded her head and then smiled. "It would make for a great story to write up and share."

His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. Elena placed her hand on his knee and looked at him with her big eyes. "Don't worry. Your secret and your past is safe with me." Elena assured him and shifted in her chair.

"Do you like to write?" He asked completely going off topic.

"I guess." She shrugged her shoulders. "English was my favorite class and I have helped Caroline write up a few of her articles from time to time when she first started out at her company. I don't know, I never saw myself as a writer though."

"I would love to read something of yours if you do decide to write or if you have anything lying around." Damon showed genuine interest in her small hobby. She found it strange for his questioning, but he was Damon and she never knew what to expect with him.

"I forward you a extremely lengthy copy of my analysis on Shakespeare then." She decided to play a long. His eyes were shining brightly even in the dim lighting and she felt mesmerized.

"I look forward to it." He cocked his head to the side and touched her knee. Chills ran up her spine.

Elena cleared her throat and caught her breath as his touch made her antsy. "Mr. Salvatore, seductive at a time like this isn't convenient. Don't you have work this morning?" She asked.

"Yes I do, but I can be a little late." Damon leaned in and kissed her neck.

The chills continued and she was falling under his spell again. The knots in her stomach twisted and she bit on her lower lip at the pleasure washed over her.

"You can, but I can't." She said in shaky voice. "I have work in an hour at the grill. I forgot I took over someone's shift."

"You can be late. Don't you remember I can be quite convincing?" His lips touched her sensitive skin and he moved her robe to expose her chest. She wanted to fight him, but once he was engulfing her like this it was impossible to stop.

His hands traveled down her sides and gripped her hips. He picked her up and set her on the counter gently. Damon pushed his way parting her legs and he pulled her forward so she was on the edge of the counter. He grinded on her and she knew she was indeed going to be very late for work.

Ripping her robe off her body and letting it fall down, he eyed her furiously and slid one of the straps from her nightgown down. He rubbed her shoulder and slowly made his way down until it was upon her breast doing the same rubbing motion. She arched her back at the sensation and he returned to her neck. His wet seductive kisses covered her. Her body was radiating with heat.

As Damon continued the passion, his mouth went further down her and he inched her nightgown up. She was bare underneath and his hands began to linger lower and lower. He parted her legs farther and moved her closer to the edge of the counter. His eyes were big and he dipped his head down. Her body quivered as she felt his tongue massage her. This was her first experience with oral sex and for the most part she loved every second of it. He moved slowly then fast causing her to peak and come tumbling back down. He was teasing her and she didn't want it to stop.

"Mmmm, Damon please." She moaned running her fingers through his thick hair and tugging on it.

"Patience Miss Gilbert." He said and continued to massage her faster.

Elena felt herself building again and this time she wanted to peak all the way. She wanted to release. Damon pushed his mouth and his tongue harder on her and she rocked, as she became closer and closer. He was sending her into pure bliss and she felt her body clench. As she came, Damon continued to move his mouth on her until she was completely done. He stood up and licked his lips. "Delicious. My turn." He reached into his pants and revealed his hard erection for her. His roughness emerged and pushed himself into her without preparation. She squirmed at the feeling of him inside of her and soon she forgot about the feeling of discomfort. Damon pounded her and she threw her arms around his neck. He breathed loudly and moaned when necessary. She had just climaxed once and she could already feel her body going through the cycle again.

"Oh my god." She uttered. Damon placed his hands firmly on the counter as he railed into her and she held on to him. His face was scrunched together and his breathing quickened. Suddenly, Elena felt herself going over the edge again and she shook as she climaxed. He didn't stop and as he moved in and out, she felt him loose control inside of her.

"Fuck!" He screamed.

"Oh my god." Elena said again trying to catch her breath. Her legs were sore and she could barely move.

"Let's get you to work, shall me?" Damon grinned and pulled his pants back up.

Elena's clunker for a car putted down the main drag of downtown Mystic Falls. A crowd was huddled outside the grill and she parked her car trying to see what the commotion was. The grill was just about to open and she had never seen a crowd like this gathered outside. Were they that eager to get in?

Parking her car, she grabbed her bag and headed to the entrance. Heads turned as her car door slammed shut and suddenly the murmurs turned into shouting. The crowd rushed toward her and she froze in fright. They were all speaking at once with tiny recording devices and accompanied by flashing cameras capturing her deer in headlights moment. It took a few seconds for her to realize why they were bombarding her out of the blue, but then she remembered her identity had been revealed. She was no longer a nobody, she was a somebody. A somebody that was seeing Damon Salvatore, a high profile interest to the media and now she was too. Questions were being thrown everywhere from how did she feel being Mr. Salvatore's girlfriend, how did she feel being with him, had she just been with him prior to arriving, and even who her favorite designer was. Her head was spinning and she just wanted to escape. It was all too much too fast. The reaction of the press was not what she expected.

"Elena!" The voice of Matt came through the crowd and she spotted him trying to break up the commotion. She grabbed his arm and he dragged her out of their clutches. Sprinting out of sight, she disappeared into the Mystic Grill and shut the door behind her. "What the hell was all of that?"

"I don't know." She shook her head trying to stabilize herself.

"He has something to do with this." Matt mumbled.

Following him to the back room behind the bar to dispose of her things before she started, Elena sighed. "It's not him. It's because I'm with him." She rubbed her forehead and took another deep breath.

"Are you sure you're doing the right thing sticking with this guy, Elena? I mean I get he's rich and woman are drawn to him, but is that worth it?" He asked throwing an apron on and handing one to her.

The sudden rush of attention was not expected and although she was a little shaken from the moment outside, she just wanted to forget about it. Her morning with Damon was…wonderful. After everything, she felt like she was in a good place with him minus some of their differences that still needed to be worked out. Well, maybe his differences. He was very persistent and impulsive.

"It's because I went to an event with him last night Matt. That's all." Elena told him and threw her hair up.

"Elena!" The sound of her boss came booming from around the corner. She had a funny feeling she was in for a lecture. Judging by the heated expression on her boss's face she knew she was not happy. "What was that outside? Just because you're dating Damon Salvatore doesn't mean you have to tell the whole world. I don't like the craze outside my work. You need to make sure they don't continue this nonsense otherwise there will be consequences."

"I'll talk to Damon about it." She quietly said.

"Hey," Matt spoke up in her defense. "Maybe this will get the grill more publicity with the media knowing Elena works her."

"Maybe, but I don't like it." Her boss placed her hands on her hips. "And I don't like distractions. Both of you get to work!"

Today was going to be a long one.

The Mystic Grill had its usual customers, but it was obvious with her new status that more people were coming in to catch a glimpse at her exciting life. Reporters tried to hide their intentions of sneaking a photo or requesting her service and she tried her hardest not to let it bother her. However, it was hard. It was interfering with her work and all she wanted to focus on right now was work. She wanted to get her mind off things.

"Excuse me miss." A woman dressed nicely called to her as she passed. She had dark rim glasses on and she was reading a thick magazine. Elena stopped with her hands full of empty glasses and pretended to care.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Could you get me another glass of Chardonnay?" She shook her wine glass and Elena nodded her head.

Only an hour into her shift and she was already losing her mind. She needed get out of the minimum wage lifestyle, but her ambitions to ever leave this place were small. She feared she would be stuck here for longer than expected. The media must have been eating up the idea that Damon Salvatore was dating a girl, who worked at a grill and barely made enough to get by. She felt ashamed.

"Here you go." She returned with the glass of wine. "Anything else I can get you?"

Removing her glasses, she took a sip of her crisp, chilled wine and then folded her hands on her lap. She looked up at Elena and smiled. "My name is Rebekah Mikaelsen. I work for Mikaelsen Publishing."

"Nice to meet you." Elena greeted her and internally rolled her eyes. She was just another media person trying to mingle their way into getting something out of her. "I'm sorry, I'm very busy I would love to tell you my whole life story, but I can't."

"I don't care for your whole life story Miss Gilbert." She said and closed her magazine. "What I care about is your interest in writing."

"Writing?" She asked confused.

"This morning I received an e-mail concerning your interest in pursuing a career in writing. I read over your material attached and I have to say I am quiet impressed with your work Miss Gilbert." She told her. The woman had a slight accent as she listened to her talk. "I would like for set up an interview with you to get to know you more."

"I'm sorry," Elena shook her head feeling foolish and overwhelmed. "I don't mean to be rude, but I think you might have me confused with someone else. I do have an interest in writing, but I didn't even send you anything."

"You didn't." The pleasant smile on her face had never left. She took another sip of wine and preceded to say, "Mr. Salvatore did. He is quite the recommendation to have. I must say your analysis was beautiful on William Shakespeare and I would love to see more."

Left speechless, Elena looked around nervously. She was in awe that someone was interested in her writing, but she was furious that Damon went behind her back like this. It was only this morning that she had mentioned her interest in writing to him. Now he was trying to land her job. What made her even more angry was the fact that she hadn't even sent him her analysis paper yet as she promised him. She was already late for work, she had no time to send it to him, which means he had gone snooping through her computer and read it. Mr. Salvatore you haven't even seen what angry can look like yet.

"Here is my card," Ms. Mikaelsen said and handed her a small square card with her name, e-mail, and number on it. "You have potential Miss Gilbert. Trust me, you don't want to be stuck here for the rest of your life."

Finishing her wine, she placed her glasses back on her face. She picked up her magazine and withdrew money from her purse and left if on the table. "I hope to hear from you soon Miss Gilbert." Her tall high heels clinked on the floor as she made her exit. Elena stared down at the tiny business card in her hand. She was stunned by what had happened and she wished she could be excited, but instead she was fuming. Damon had no right to do this. It was her time to lecture him.

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