Elena POV:
"Aaaah, that's so-uuuuuuuuuuh, yes, Damon, God!" I panted, wildly gripping the headboard as Damon's mouth alternated between sucking on either of my lips and blowing on my exposed flesh.
Even though we still hadn't been able to break Katherine's compulsion and therefore not able to get me to orgasm, Damon had insisted on doing this. Besides, he had some reason for it.
"Yummy," He grinned, looking up at me with his blood-stained face.
Thankfully, we had done this enough times where it didn't freak me out as much to look down and see Damon's face covered in my period blood.
"You're such a freak," I joked, running my bare leg up and down his naked back.
"You love it."
He made a disturbing slurping noise, which caused me to laugh and smack at the top of his head.
"What about you? Let me suck you," I cooed, reaching for his manhood.
Slapping my hand aside, he tssk'ed at me.
"Nah uh, none for me if there are none for you," He reminded me, referring to my lack of orgasms.
For some reason, Damon had decided to forgo his orgasms until I wasn't under compulsion anymore. So we would be a united front and handle this problem with each party being equally affected.
"Now, lay back like a good girl and let me enjoy my lunch, please," Damon chided and nodded for me to lay back on my pillows.
"Fine," I huffed dramatically and laid back down.
Although it seemed as though I would have no more trouble in navigating my relationship with Damon after the compulsion incident, I knew there was still a lot ahead of us. Like, killing Katherine. That would not be easy-and it would take a toll on Damon, even though he claimed not to love her anymore. Still, killing your ex-girlfriend is a little extreme, despite her being dangerous to me and all my loved ones. Maybe Stefan could just take one for the team and go off into the sunset with Katherine?
"What are you thinking about?"
"Katherine," I answered softly, still thinking about all the possibilities.
My answer made Damon pause in confusion and then stop all activity down there which kind of distressed me. My clitoris was so distended to the point where it was almost painful to not be touching it.
"No, don't stop," I whined, which made Damon laugh.
"Later. Tell me what you're worried about," He ordered gently.
Despite his sincerity, I burst out laughing, causing him to frown deeply.
"What?"
"I'm so sorry, but I cannot take you seriously with all that on your face!" I giggled.
His frown swiftly turned into an evil smirk as a twinkle appeared in his eyes.
"Where? Here?" He guessed, stroking his face and getting blood all over his hands.
"Damon! Ew! Watch your hands-my covers!" I exclaimed, trying to protect my covers from getting dirty.
"Looks like you have some, too," He laughed, gesturing to my chin.
"What? Where?"
"Here," He confided, smearing his hand all along my cheek.
"Damon! What the fuck!" I gasped and tried to stay angry but all I could do was laugh at the absurdity of it.
Damon merely laughed and blocked my oncoming attacks with my fists.
"Elena?" I heard outside my door.
The knob twisted, and my heart leapt in my throat. Not again!
"Bathroom! And clean yourself up while you're in there!" I hissed at Damon who bolted into the bathroom just as Jeremy stepped into my room.
"Hey, Jer. What's up?" I inquired, pulling my covers around me to prevent any nudity from being seen.
"I was just wondering...whether you've given your assignment any more thought."
"What? What assignment?" I chuckled nervously, sitting up a little.
Jeremy came and sat down on my bed, facing away from me, his expression showing nothing but numbed calmness.
"From Katherine," He answered tonelessly, grabbing something from his pocket but shielding it from my view.
I shot a desperate look to the bathroom where I hoped Damon was hearing this too. My spine was prickling with dread, and my stomach felt like it had fallen out my body.
"Jer?" I asked gently, reaching for his shoulder.
But when he turned to me, I saw that he was holding a small pocketknife. Thinking that he had been compelled to stab me, I threw my arms up to defend myself and let out a sharp "no!". The next few seconds felt like a slow motion ticking of the loudest grandfather clock. Hearing my noise of distress, Damon launched out of the bathroom. I was crouched on my bed because I thought Jeremy was going to stab me. Jeremy's arm arched into the air, but instead of my skin, the knife was imbedded into Jeremy's neck. Just as Damon was gathering me into his arms, Jeremy fell to the ground with a gurgle of blood in his mouth.
"Elena, go home, there's nothing else you can do here," I heard from behind me.
At this point, I wasn't really processing any more words or actions. I was numb, walking around like a possessed person.
'Your assignment. Your assignment.' Kept echoing in my head, not giving any empty space for other thoughts.
Momentarily, I was startled out of my thoughts after bumping into someone who held me still just as I moved to continue my pacing. I had to keep moving or otherwise Jeremy would die. Something horrible always happened while you were standing still. Sleeping. Or sitting down.
"He's going to be alright, Elena. You need to sleep now," Damon whispered in my ear, but instead of giving me chills or pulses of electricity, I felt nothing.
"No," I answered quietly, trying to loosen myself from his grasp.
"She's in shock," I heard Stefan tell Damon.
"No shit, she's in shock! Now go watch Jeremy, and I'll stay with her," Damon barked, not paying attention to my efforts to escape his hold.
"Damon, she's losing it. Let her go," Stefan ordered sternly, reaching for me.
Realizing that I was starting to make a scene, Damon let go, and I paced forwards with both brothers following me, whispering behind me.
"Maybe she needs some water."
"She needs fucking therapy, Stefan, not water."
"Well, maybe if you didn't smother her so much, trying to project your feelings onto her, she wouldn't-."
"Maybe you need a nice, hot stake shoved up your-."
"Jeremy," I whimpered before falling over, bracing myself on my hands and knees.
"Hey, you're okay, I've got you," Damon insisted, pulling me back onto my feet.
It was just then that I realized Stefan was there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him in a daze.
Looking at Damon who shrugged, Stefan said,
"I heard about Jeremy. I'm here to protect him."
I nodded and rubbed my hands up my arms, warming myself. Without looking at either brother, I continued my walk until I heard my name being called near Jeremy's room.
"Miss Gilbert? Are you the legal guardian of Jeremy Gilbert?" the doctor asked, making notes on his clipboard.
"Uh, no, but our guardian, Jenna, is coming now. She's been on the campus," I answered shakily.
Thankfully, Damon had called Jenna for me because apparently I wasn't speaking coherently after "the accident." My throat was still aching, and my ears were still ringing from my terrified screams.
"Well, he can see you now, if you want to," the doctor informed me, strolling away casually.
Again, my world tilted on its axis as I ran to Jeremy's room, dodging all the medical equipment so I could get as close as possible to him. He was blessedly okay but looked drugged from all the medicine. I knew from experience that he would be crashing into a coma-like sleep at any moment. The bandage on his neck looked pristine but grew vaguely tinted with the hint of bleeding underneath.
"Elena?" He asked groggily.
"Yes, Jer! Oh, my God. I'd thought I lost you," I sobbed, throwing myself onto him, causing a groan of pain and my gasp of surprise.
"Shit, I'm sorry! Oh, God!" I bawled, curling my fingers around Jeremy's limp hand.
"Hey, hey, I'm okay. I don't know what happened...will you tell me?" He requested, and for a moment, I was transported to a lifetime when Jer was asking me what 'bird and bees' meant and if he could play with my toys.
"Yes, of course. Tomorrow," I promised, stroking his hair with my unoccupied hand.
"Is that my blood?" Jeremy suddenly spoke, lifting his hand and pointing to my cheek, where a small blood smear was still visible from this afternoon.
Immediately, my face flooded in embarrassment, and my hand covered the offending spot as if I could make it disappear.
"Oh, no, it's mine. Don't worry about it."
"Are you hurt? Oh, God, did I hurt you too?" He gasped and struggled to sit up, looking miserable and worried.
"No, no, Jer. It's...period blood. Seriously," I choked out and then laughed.
Jeremy laughed with me, nearly shaking the hospital bed.
"Why do you have period blood on your face?" He laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Um...," I began and made the mistake of looking up and making eye-contact with Damon through the window.
Looking back at Jeremy, I saw him grimace and then smirk.
"Just kidding. I don't want to know anymore."
"That's very wise of you," I commended him before chatting some more about trivial things.
Soon, Jenna arrived, and she wanted to spend time with Jeremy, so I left the room but stayed nearby. Slumping into a nearby chair, I sighed and ran my hands over my face. My skin was beginning to take on a gray hue from exhaustion. Silently, Damon sat beside me and took my hand, and Stefan sat down opposite of us.
"We need to kill Katherine," I spoke in a gravely voice that left no room for arguments.
Both of the brothers nodded their agreement.
"Tonight."
