AN/ Set just before 4x07. Elena is dying for an escape out of Mystic Falls even if it only means for the night. Her friends decide to take her to a club just outside of town for some fun, unknowingly a club where Damon had made his escape for the evening as well.
One shot for now, but considering expanding. Let me know what you think.
Another Saturday night in Mystic Falls usually called for another lame Founder's Event, or some stupid party thrown by one of my classmates. Tonight, of course, was no exception. The Founder's Annual Celebration of the blah, blah, blah. It wasn't the place for me at the moment. And with the crazy tension between me and the brothers, especially since Stefan and I called it quits, I wanted nothing more than to escape the craziness that is my hometown.
Caroline had mentioned something about a club a little under an hour from here a few towns over that was having an eighteen and over party tonight. I wasn't sure how she knew about it, but I couldn't care less. I made it a point to make sure her and Bonnie came over beforehand to get ready to go. The last thing I needed was one of the brother's roping me into something to keep me from going out tonight.
They both had been rather quiet for the past few days though. Stefan for obvious reasons, but Damon? I wasn't sure why he was keeping his distance. I more or less thought he would be all over me and being his prying self looking for details on the break, but I had hardly heard a word from him. It made me nervous, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I wasn't even sure of my feelings towards him yet.
Care had thrown on a tight red mini that was one of her 'go to's' for going out. Bonnie was in a new forest green dress that wrapped around her in all of the right places. They both looked amazing.
I, on the other hand, didn't have anything. I asked Care if she would have anything for me to wear, but being her over achieving self, she went to the local boutique next to the Grille and bought a brand new black silk mini. I would be more upset with her if it wasn't for the fact that I looked amazing in it. She gave me a pair of strappy black heels to wear, and if I was being honest, I felt a bit like Katherine. But I couldn't bring myself to care enough, I just wanted to escape for a night.
We jumped into Care's little Prius and set off to pick up Matt and Tyler. I wasn't sure what the story was there, but I think Care was a little on edge with Tyler spending so much time with that Haley girl and Klaus breathing down her neck. She hadn't really asked if he wanted to go, but more told him he was going. I laughed when they were on the phone and he said he wouldn't go without Matt.
As Matt and Tyler squished into Caroline's car I began feeling anxious. But not like the "driving to my doom" kind, more like the "I can't wait to get there" kind. I just knew that tonight would be exactly what I needed.
Matt noticed my slight excitement as I was pinned between the two football players in the back seat.
"What's got you on edge?" He asked as Tyler called out the directions to Caroline from the other side of me.
"I'm not on edge." I defended and he raised a brow at me, making me laugh.
"I'm just so ready to get away from it all, even if it's just for a night." I sighed, happy to get that off my chest, even though it wasn't a secret.
"I get it, believe me." He chuckled and went on to argue with the way we were taking as I sat back and basqued in the friendship surrounding me.
I was happy to be where I was. Vampire or human. I was relieved to no longer be the human doppelgänger, that wasn't a secret. Even if it meant I couldn't have children, at least I wasn't going to be hunted for the rest of my life. Even Klaus had very little interest in me now. I was almost grateful.
Almost.
My transition to being a vampire definitely wasn't smooth, and even if I couldn't drink from blood bags, we would find a way. Somehow.
I hoped.
I glanced swiftly at the place on Matt's neck that he had been more than kind about lending me. His collar just barely covered the little hickey hidden there. He had so kindly offered it to me when he got in, before Tyler had climbed in on the other side, but I turned him down. I'm not trying to over indulge myself.
I felt worse and worse the more I took from him, but being a vampire meant it was harder for me to have genuine self control. So having him, in a way, was more good than bad. At least, that's how Damon has put it.
I don't blame Matt for the accident in any way. If anyone was to blame it was me, it's just so ironic that I'd happen to turn into a vampire after the fact.
It was icing on the cake.
It took us nearly twenty minutes to find a space in the parking garage, but finally we were walking the two blocks it would take us to get to the underground club.
The night was very cool and crisp, making me wish I had brought a jacket with me, but Matt threw his arms over Bonnie and I as we headed into the club. The bouncer asked for our ID's and I was more and more thankful that I made Jer stay home. I know he has a fake, but we definitely don't need to flaunt the fact, especially with all of the weirdness going on between the two of us since I turned.
The club smelled of desperation and sweat, but I couldn't care less about that either. It was dark, with flashes of green, pink, and blue flying everywhere. People were dancing in a giant pit on the floor, tables and booths were scattered on the outskirts and a bar was tucked in the corner.
"Let's find a table!" Care yelled to us over the music.
I followed behind the group as goosebumps ran up my arms. The same feeling as if I was being watched and I glanced around to notice a bunch of people were watching as we walked by, none that I knew thankfully. But the eyes that followed me made me uneasy.
"What is everyone staring at?" I asked no one in particular at our table when we sat.
"Are you kidding?" Tyler asked, seeming baffled. I quirked an eyebrow in his direction.
"You guys kind of went all out tonight." Matt laughed and gestured to my dress.
"Elena, I mean…" He trailed acting flustered. "You look hot."
I laughed out loud, and I mean really laughed. I hadn't thought of myself as 'hot' in ages. I felt like an old woman.
The dress definitely was a show stopper, I wasn't going to lie, but on me? I guess I assumed I toned it down a few notches.
We decided drinks and dancing were the theme for the evening, and after about an hour of drinks I decided that even without the alcohol tonight was going to be great. Even if I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I get it, I'm hot, but staring? Really?
Care, Bonnie and I were in the middle of the huge group of people on the dance floor jumping up and down with the music and having a great time. Matt and I had to brush off more than one guy who would try and brush themselves up against me or grab me by the waist, but thankfully it wasn't anything I could or would get upset over.
Care and Bonnie yelled that they were going for drinks and that Matt was still nearby somewhere. I only nodded and went on to dancing by myself in a room filled with crowded people that couldn't care less either. Girls and guys, guys and guys, and girls and girls. All of us danced and were living in the heart beat that was the music.
The thump of the music vibrated itself through my whole body, thumping my rib cage and my heart to the beat. I felt high, in the best way possible. This scene reminded me so much of when we went to Whitmore and talked to professor Shane. The lights, the pounding music, the amount of bodies packed into such a small space.
All that was missing was-
"You look incredible." I could recognize that voice even if it was across the room of these crowded people. His breath tickled down my neck and danced across my bare skin, as if he knew exactly what his voice does to me. Goosebumps broke out in an explosion all over my skin. I now knew why I couldn't stop feeling like I was being watched. Damon always kept an eye on me. Always.
I stopped and turned in the tight space, fully ready to accuse him of following me, but fell short of words when I got a glance of his piercing eyes. They screamed all of the things I knew he wanted to say, but none he had ever dared speak. I wasn't blind or dumb, I knew how he felt and I had tried like hell to ignore them, but Damon is not a person that is so easily ignored. His demeanor basically dripped sex, and to be completely honest, I'm not so sure it wasn't intentional all of the time.
His gaze was penetrating, and almost too much for me to look at. So brutally honest and beautiful it took my breath away.
He had only ever looked at me like that a handful of times. Miss Mystic Falls when he stepped in after Stefan went on a bender, the Founder's Parade when I stepped out in that period gown, when I woke up after Klaus had drained my blood at the altar, the Mikealson family ball…
Telling him that how he felt for me was a problem was the biggest mistake and lie I think I could've ever told. Even if it was just a knee jerk reaction.
We were mere breaths away from one another, my skin tingling to get just a brush of his.
I couldn't help but glance down his body, clad in his classic black leather jacket, black jeans, black boots, and yet there wasn't a time where any of it ever got old. Before the accident it was so easy for me to turn a blind eye toward him, to avoid the things I felt because it was the right thing to do. It was what people expected of me. It was what I was supposed to do. Because of Stefan, and all of the terrible things Damon had done. But to be honest, I couldn't think of one good reason right now as to why I shouldn't just press myself up against him and pick up where we left off at Whitmore.
"We match." He mumbled in my ear, only barely pinching the material of my dress in between two fingers making my skin feel like it was on fire. I could tell he was restraining himself as well. I only glanced down at both of our all black attire for the evening.
While people jumped and danced around us, it felt like we merely escaped into our own little bubble.
And then I realized, I had escaped. I had escaped all of the worry and turmoil and dread that surrounded me in Mystic Falls. I had escaped everything that loomed over me, human or vampire. And then I realized something else even more significant, this is what Damon did for me. He made me feel careless, like I could do anything if I just reached out and took it. He made me feel free.
"Dance with me." I heard myself say. My voice was low and raspy but it wasn't a question, though we both knew his answer before he had nodded at me. His eyes never left mine, even when his famous side smirk appeared, but something behind it was curious and excited.
The room seemed to fill with electricity as we moved, giving me flashbacks to Whitmore. There was nothing more than a brush of a hand or an accidental sway in the wrong direction. As usual we both tried and avoided one another as best as we could accomplish. But somewhere in the mix the crowd got ever tighter and the music louder, and before I knew it I couldn't help but brush up against him in the most provocative of ways. My back completely formed to his front, and I honestly no longer cared about what I was "supposed" to do or what I thought people expected of me. This didn't feel wrong.
His chest was pressed firmly against my shoulders, nearly air tight. And his hips were tight against my ass, like he couldn't get close enough. Giving away the hard on he pressed through his jeans as we moved. I could feel the ghost of his lips around the shell of my ear and along my jaw. I hide to fight my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
I could feel every inch of his hard body through his shirt and pants. Every long inch. And I wanted nothing more than to see it all as we moved together. To feel it all as we did a different kind of moving.
The entire time we danced we were in a world of our own. Entranced by one another's bodies and the way we each felt.
His hands brushed lazily up and down my sides making a path from the top of my thighs, to hips, to ribs and just on the undersides of where I ached for him to touch, the material of my dress tickled and smoothed against my skin. His face stayed buried in my neck, his breath cascading down my collar bones and chest until it reached my breasts making my nipples harden. I wanted to beg for more of his touch, but I couldn't bring myself to give him the satisfaction.
I wanted more than anything for him to touch me and for it to not matter. Not matter that I had been involved with his brother, or that he had done terrible things in our past.
He was there when everything seemed to fall apart on more than one occasion. He didn't make me feel as if I was required to always walk the straight and narrow. He never shamed me for doing what I wanted. He always had loved me, for me, not some broken thing that he needed to fix.
He loved me.
"Want to get out of here?" I asked, my hoarse voice barely above a whisper, but I knew better than anyone he could hear it. My heart was racing at the thought. I didn't know what I had, had planned for the two of us. All I knew was that if things got any more heated between the two of us, I definitely didn't want a room full of strangers, let alone my closest friends, be witness to it.
He stopped moving, I turned around in the tight space to catch his gaze. Deep and blue, and heartbreakingly beautiful. I could feel myself sinking so, so deep, and I knew the last thing I wanted to do was pull myself out. My chest pressed against his felt so natural.
"I'm sure Saint Stef wouldn't be too happy about that." He backed up a fraction of an inch in the small space, feeling the need to right himself now. I tried not to let him see how much it affected me and how badly I wanted to follow. Now that we had gotten so close, I'm not sure I could ever keep him at arms length again.
His signature smirk faltered slightly and he tried to not let it show how much it truly affected him. But I also knew that better than anyone.
"We broke up." My voice was almost inaudible. I knew those were the only words he needed to hear. I didn't need to explain it to him, he knew what I was saying.
The party goers around us raved on and I briefly wondered where my friends were, but nothing could penetrate our bubble.
We were completely alone in a crowded room.
He knew exactly why I had brought the fact up, there was no reason to dance around the subject, or lead him into asking me about it.
His face dropped completely, in a look that I couldn't even begin to describe. The amount of emotions that ran across his face in a matter of seconds must have set a new record.
He eventually settled a bit, but got a semi-serious, yet perpetually "Damon" look on his face.
"I don't think your friends would be too happy about being ditched." He only smiled a fraction, sad at how true that fact was. I knew better though, he was giving me an out.
I paused thoughtfully for a moment. Yes they would be pretty pissed if I had left. But if I didn't, I would be going against everything that I said I wanted for this evening. An escape. And he was it. He was my escape for everything, and had been for a long time now. And if they were my friends, and truly loved me, they would understand that this is what was going to make me happy.
"They'll just have to get over it." I stated, more sure about my decision the longer I stared into his eyes.
He only stared at me for a moment, trying to find a hint of doubt in my features. I only stared back, as openly and honestly as I could, knowing that this is what was right.
His gaze shifted into utter disbelief for a moment, as if he never thought this day would come. Me too, Damon. Me too.
He then glanced over my shoulder and grabbed my hand to quickly lead me into the other direction further into the club and throng of people it held.
I glanced back where we stood to see Caroline and Matt searching through the crowd of people for me, I assumed. Neither of them even glanced in our direction, and I'm sure with the insane amount of people there were in here, Care had no idea what could've happened
I only laughed and grabbed onto Damon's arm for dear life as we zigged and zagged our way through the crowd. He shot a smile over his shoulder at me as we made it to a darkened and empty corridor.
We went through a doorway before being left in utter darkness.
"Dam-" I began whispering.
"Shh." He hushed as a door shaped whole opened up on the other side of the room with Damon holding it open.
"How did you know how to get out of this place so fast?" I asked as we were now standing in a back alley of the club.
"With you, Elena, I make it a point to know every exit of every building." He chuckled and grabbed my hand once again, leading me around the building and back onto the street.
I rolled my eyes at his remark, but gripped his arm tighter as we made our exit through the dark alley. Being able to hold onto him without a care in the world and running around like the teeager I was meant to be made my stomach twist up in the best way possible.
I shivered at the cool night air as he led me down the street. He looked down at me for a moment, as if having to remind himself who he was with, and quickly pulled his jacket off of his shoulders, wrapping it securely around my own. His smell was nearly intoxicating, like leather, after shave, and expensive cologne. It made my head spin.
Always the gentleman.
I smiled at the sidewalk as we continued to walk, having absolutely no idea where we were headed, but being wrapped into his side and tucked in his jacket I realized he could lead me to the edge of the Earth and I would walk off with him.
I couldn't even mind the fact that my friends were probably worried about me. Or that I had left my cellphone on our table. Whoops.
"Where are we headed?" I asked him as we rounded the opposite corner that my friends and I came from.
"My car is parked on just the next street," He said into my hair. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
I knew that question was coming. No avoiding it, or hiding from how I felt any longer. I was tired of dancing around the truth. He deserved it. More than anyone, probably. He fought for me more and harder than anyone ever had. He kept me safe, when no one else would.
I stopped him and took another look into those crystal clear, blue eyes. His expression was slightly concerned, worried that I would bolt once again. Worried that I had finally started to second guess myself. Oh, how wrong he was.
I slowed our walk to a halt merely twenty feet from his car and looked up at him. His eyes, now laced with worry, even though he tried to be too suave to show it. I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over the worry lines that I had caused over the years and make them disappear.
I stood higher on my toes, even though the heels Care put me in put my feet at an already extremely steep incline, and placed a hand to his chest for balance as I slowly brushed my lips over his.
A ghost of a kiss that didn't linger any longer than a few seconds, set everything on fire. I pulled back just long enough to catch his gaze. Our noses brushed as his gaze softened a fraction, enough to show me that vulnerable side of him that is just so incredibly rare. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words or my voice to say anything.
I wasn't sure if it was me or Damon, but suddenly some kind of leash we had attached to ourselves had completely snapped and his hand was tangled in my hair and mine in his. His body was pressed so tightly against mine there was hardly room left for air. I stumbled just slightly at the sheer force of him, but he held me steady.
Before I knew it my back was pressed firmly against a brick wall down an alley I didn't recognize or didn't care to. The bricks scratched my bare skin as his leather jacket fell to the ground, but neither of us could bring ourselves to pay any mind to it. It was so dark I couldn't see anything, not that I really needed to. The darkness that surrounded us fuelled the fire growing in the small alley.
He was all over me. My lips, my jaw, my neck, my collar bones. He hoisted my leg up around his waist and pressed himself into me, enticing a groan from low in my throat. I knew he was well endowed from his track record of women, but to feel just exactly how big he was made my knees a little weak.
His kisses slowed their pace, lazily kissing my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, and finally my lips. He pulled back only as far as I would allow with the grip I had on the collar of his shirt and stared at me. The look on his face was one I wasn't entirely familiar with. His eyes were incredibly bright, and his hair was a wild mess all over his head.
Our breaths came out in hot short bursts leaving puffs of steam in their wake.
"What's wrong?" I asked finally after a few moments of silence.
"Absolutely nothing." He ducked his head into the crook of my neck while I let him explore the skin of my throat.
"Why did you stop?" I asked breathlessly as he grazed his blunt teeth across my jaw and back down the column of my neck, teasingly. I laid my head against the brick to give him more access.
"Because if we don't stop I will have you against this wall for all the world to see." My knees instantly felt weak and I only sighed at his words, unable to comprehend anything more than the feel of him.
He backed away, leaving me leaning against the wall and reached down for the jacket that had been so carelessly dropped on the ground. I had only briefly let myself hope that he could possibly be going down for a different reason, but when his calloused fingertips slowly ran from the inside of my ankle, to my knee, to the inside of the top of my thigh, I knew he had been thinking the same thing. I ached so badly for him to move his hand just a little higher, put us both out of our horny misery, but he only placed it back on my hip.
"I have had a lot of time to think of all the ways I've wanted you, Elena. And, although, in a dark alley is definitely high on that list, you deserve better." His voice rasped out as he brushed hair away from my face. I, once again, couldn't form words and only answered him in a whimpering sound.
He tugged the jacket securely back around my shoulders, tucking me into his side once again as kissed me on my forehead, leading me out of the alley and back to his car.
He held the passenger door for me, but before ducking into his car, he gently grabbed my wrist and I looked up at him once again, but he wasn't looking at me this time, but up the opposite street we had walked down from the club, listening.
I strained my vampire ears to reach that far.
"Where could she have gone?" Caroline's voice drifted down towards us.
"With all the shit she's been put through recently, I would run too- Ow, Care!" Tyler's voice echoed off the buildings down our street.
Hurry. Damon mouthed to me and pointed his chin to the passenger's seat. I only grinned as I sat and he flashed around the car and before I could blink, we had made our escape.