Title: Ravishing Oblivion
Author: Janie
Email: SwtAzSugar46@aol.com
Rating: R (Language, adult situations, possible explicit sex scenes, and
anything else along the way)
Spoilers: All VD books.
Disclaimers: I do not own LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries or the characters. They
belong solely to her and her publishers...Blah blah blah...I use them only for
entertainments purposed...Etc.
Summary: After a night of betrayal, Stefan and Elena have moved on. But when
unexpectedly Damon shows up just as Bonnie comes to visit, will new desires,
unwanted lust, and old flames cause conflict between life-long friends?
Notes: // Indicate telepathy. ** Indicated italics. This scene takes place 8
years after the 4th book in the original series by LJS and 8 years prior to
where my story is set.
~*~
New York -- 3 years earlier:
"Ciao, *bella*..To what do I owe this pleasure?" Came a silky soft voice
she recognized all too well.
Heart dropping into her stomach as the faint Italian accent brushed over
her like silk. Involuntarily, she felt her entire body tense as she sensed the
heat of another body behind her. Picking up a faint whisp of expensive
cologne, her mind swirled with a thousand different emotions; some she'd rather she
forgot. She swallowed thickly past a lump that had seemingly formed out of
nowhere and regained all the dignity she could muster, turning to face the man
who had walked out of her life over 8 years ago on a distant Solstice night.
"Damon." A curt nod and she allowed for a trace of a smile to form on
crimson lips. "I see you're...taking care of yourself."
An amused smile flickered across a handsome face, bearing white teeth and
two glinting fangs. A wash of midnight colored hair that shimmered in the
lights of the club was tousled and a strand fell into equally dark eyes, shading
them in a rather sexual way, though she'd rather not admit how her heart raced
at the sight of him in those tight black jeans and sweater, that familiar
leather jacket (though not the original; she had that one) completing the look.
Sensual mouth curving into a slight smirk.
"*Si*. And you, if I may say, look lovely this evening, Elena." Dark eyes
glimmered with amusement and something else she couldn't quite put her finger
on.
Elena was quick with her tongue and replied stiffly, "I don't want your
flattery. I became unsusceptible to your charms long ago." Fighting off feelings
she'd thought she'd discarded long ago but that had evidently returned to
haunt her, as those black eyes boldly scanned her body, which she knew was rather
revealed in her tight red dress, straps criss-crossing over her bare back,
the front dipping dangerously low allowing for quite an amount of pale skin and
supple curves to be seen. The fabric was clingy to her hips and the flatness
of her stomach, allowing for an imagination to fill in any blanks. She had
come dressed as she presumed others at a flashy club would be, and to her
current knowledge as her eyes surveyed the room, she had not underestimated.
"Is that so?"
Normally, one wouldn't find her here, at such a place; however, after an
unaccustomed fight with Stefan, Elena, feeling overcome with stress and the
need to be free of what felt like suffocation in their penthouse, had decided
what better place to rid herself of tension but a club where she could dance off
any anger. If Stefan knew where she'd gone, he'd probably be rather
unenthusiastic, especially with her attire. She was used to eager come-hither looks from
men around the city, and Stefan would be jealous if he wasn't there to make
sure they knew her heart was not available, let alone her body. And she never
minded in the least.
Except tonight she'd wanted to be alone. Not that a club was where she
could exactly be "alone" per say, but she wasn't with him and that was all she
needed for the time being. Her own time, her own life. Just for the night.
Blue eyes framed with thick, dark lashes, met his. "What are you doing
here?"
"Where are your manners, Elena? As though I have no right to be in New
York." Damon scoffed. "Besides," he chuckled, though the laughter was filled
with more haughtiness than humor, "I own this club."
Well, as if his prescience hadn't been shock enough, that had certainly
caught her off guard. She made a strangled noise which escaped from parted lips.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me correctly, *cara*. This club belongs to me. The very Damon
Salvatore." He was proud of the reaction he had received from her and he was
in no mood to pretend otherwise.
A slow nod as she let it sink in, registering the words. Lovely. Just
fucking wonderful. The one place she'd chosen to be *alone* was owned by Damon.
"Funny. I never saw you in this part of the city before tonight..."
"I make my appearances when I please. You probably were just never around
when I happened to be."
"Pity." She paused and after a minute, added, "Stefan never sensed you,
though."
A flicker of distaste crossed his face at the mention of his younger
brother. "Yes. Well, I've managed to hide my presence from those I wish to." He
paused for a moment, as though considering and realizing something for the first
time. "Where is he anyway, with you dressed so very sexy and him no where
around? In a club, no less."
Elena made a face. "Don't be so assuming, Damon. It's not what you think."
"Oh?"
"We..." She trailed off, weighing her words carefully. "We had
a...misunderstanding, and I needed to get away for a bit."
"Pray tell."
"Frankly, I don't believe it's any of your business, Damon."
Archly, he replied, "Frankly, I don't give a damn." He grinned, a flash
of teeth again. "Besides, I have other ways than that to get any information
from you, you know."
An elegant blonde eyebrow lifted in annoyance and she folded her arms
lightly beneath her breasts. "Fine. If you must know, it was over the fact I want
to be changed again."
"Ah, I knew you'd come around, Elena. And I take it my thickheaded
brother doesn't see the need? Is he so stupid that he'd risk losing you, what, a 3rd
time?"
Elena felt protective instinct for her husband flare up at his words and
cobalt blue eyes flashed angrily. "He's not stupid! He just...Well..."
"He just doesn't get it."
She sighed. "No, I suppose not. I'll die eventually. I tried to explain
the logic to him, but he refused to listen to me."
Damon was silent for a few moments, the blare of rock music from the
lower level thrumming beneath their feet. It was a bit less noisy on the second
floor where couches lined the walls and a few tables were sporadically located
near the railing that overlooked the dance floor. He looked away and then
retuned his gaze to her, making her feel slightly vulnerable as those black eyes
became heated. "If you were mine, I'd be sure to go to any means necessary to
keep you."
She didn't reply, not trusting her mouth, and they were silent once
again. This time the silence dragged out a good few minutes.
"Let me do it."
"What?" She asked, incredulous.
"Let me do it. I'll change you, he can't refuse to listen to you if you
go on and do it."
"I can't...That's not fair."
"It's your life, Elena. Most only get one, you were allowed two. I highly
doubt you'll be given a third."
Mouth opened to spit out a nasty response, but she felt all the hatred
she could summon up quickly fade as she realized the truth in his words. It was
the honest, simple truth to the matter. What human had been lucky enough to
get a second chance besides her? And what was to guarantee she'd get a shot at
a third? And he had a point. It was her life. The first time she hadn't been
given a choice in the matter. But now she was ready, and this was her choice.
She wanted to. And if Stefan didn't want her to, well, she didn't care. She
wasn't going to let herself slowly get old with age and have him drift away due
to an uncontrollable wedge that would undoubtedly be thrust between them if she
allowed that. And what of her? She'd be green with envy and jealously at his
eternal youth while she shriveled and grayed with each passing day that was a
step closer to death...
Lashes dropped and she looked at the floor, gaze on her feet encased in
black heels. She let out a breath, defeated. Elena raised her gaze to him once
more, lifting her chin in an air of control. "I accept."
Slowly, a smile spread across his lips and Elena's knees quivered and she
had to shift her weight to stop it.
"Come..."
He led her through a door that had been hidden, unseen by human eyes,
taking them both into what was apparently a back room with a small sofa, table
and even a bed. He noticed her interest. "I use this when I need a place to
stay. No one here knows about it and it's under tight security."
A nod, she was distracted by nerves and an overwhelming sensation in her
stomach that she realized was more than she'd previously thought. She was
afraid. But not of crossing the divide between mortality and life as a vampire,
but of herself, being alone with him.
If he noticed, he didn't remark or make any gesture to show he did.
Instead, he sat her down on the bed and stepped back. "You're sure? You know
there's only one way out if you change your mind later."
She nodded again, firmer this time. "I know."
"Alright." He set himself beside her, pushing aside the veil of silky
gold hair to reveal the soft skin of her neck. A fingertip ran lightly down her
neck. She shivered.
"Relax, Elena. You have to trust me."
She swallowed thickly; that lump was back in her throat and she felt a
flush spread over her cheeks. "It's not you I'm afraid of..." She whispered.
Brows raised, black eyes traveled to her lips. "And what are you afraid
of, Elena?" His voice was velvet to her ears, as sensual as if his hands were
brushing over her naked skin.
"Myself."
There was no response, at least not verbally, from Damon. His eyes rested
on her lips for a moment more, before his finger lifted to brush over them
softly, feather light, before he looked right into her eyes, holding her gaze.
She knew it was time. Her head pounded.
He bent his head then, the coolness of his lips a wonderful sensation to
her as they met her neck. Butterfly kisses were placed there, and she felt her
head fall back, eyes closing. One of his arms slipped behind her to support
her weight, the hand of his other rested on her bare thigh, the heat of his
palm seeping into her. A flutter in her belly as his teeth grazed her skin and
then she gasped as they pierced her neck. But the pain was brief before she was
carried by wave after wave of pleasure as he drew her blood. They were
connected now, sharing each other's thoughts and emotions and she knew he was deeply
immersed in her pleasure and his own, high off her blood and the feeling of her.
After what felt like an eternity, Elena felt her heartbeat slowing, and
it became painful again. She moaned and tried to pull away, but he held her to
him. /Don't fight it/, came a voice in her head.
She became dizzy and then everything went black, silent, and void.
Groggily, she opened her eyes after some amount of time she couldn't discern and
felt the warm thickness of blood against her lips. /Drink/
And she obeyed. Lips parting to receive the liquid, and she thirsted for
it, swallowing quickly, suckling at the neck pressed firmly to her lips, the
scent of him powerful and alluring, until hands pried her back, easing her
down onto the mattress. Her eyes fluttered open partially to gaze up into
beautiful dark depths that loomed above her.
"Rest," he whispered, brushing blonde whisps off her cheeks.
She caught his hand with her own, nuzzling into his touch. "Damon..."
He froze, eyes emblazoned with lust, cheeks flushed by both the rush of
new blood he'd taken and apparent want for her. But he shook his head. "No,
Elena, you're delirious."
But even as he said the words, he found his eyes locked on hers, drifting
down to the red-tinted lips of hers, down further to the slow rise and fall
of her small breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, one strap had fallen down
off a shoulder. And a split second later his lips were on hers, tasting his
own blood.
He gave into the softness that was Elena, the heat that was her skin, the
taste that were her lips. Her hands weaved into his hair, and he was drawn
on top of her gently, his own hands gliding over the skin of her shoulders, the
scent of her perfume strong. He felt her tongue as it prodded between his lips
to meet his own and his hands shifted to her chest, and he could feel the
rapid beating of her heart.
He wanted her.
Her hands ran down over his back, sliding to the front. Pushing up his
sweater, she had to pull back and break the kiss to deposit his shirt on the
floor. Damon shivered as her hands, cool to the touch, met his bare chest. They
moved downwards to come to a halt at the button to his jeans.
She wanted him.
And tonight there was nothing to stop them.
***
New York -- 2003
"Welcome to *Incantevole Oblio*."
"What?"
A laugh. "Ravishing Oblivion."
The redhead giggled, despite the fact she was now 28, the girlishness of
her youth had not been too damaged. She toyed with a red curl, brown eyes
turning serious as they focused on the handsome green eyed man before her whom
she'd known a very long time.
"And how did you acquire such a joint? It's nice."
"Thank you," He smirked. "Let's just call it an... apology... from my
dear brother and leave it at that, shall we?" He answered, running a hand through
waves of black hair.
She nodded, though her interest had now peaked 20 notches. Oh well, she'd
get the story out of Elena. "How long have you had it?"
"Three years."
Bonnie took a seat at the bar, crossing slender legs one over the other.
Her body donned in a mini skirt, well-sized chest covered with a forest green
blouse that did nothing but accentuate her curves. Stefan had to say that in
all the years he'd known her, she'd been pretty, but now she was nothing short
of stunning with curls that tumbled down over her shoulders and an ample bust,
slim hips and pretty honey-colored eyes.
Not that he was planning on sleeping with her -- No, unlike his wife, he
believed in monogamy -- but she was attractive. But, then again, that wasn't
quite fair. Elena and him had recently gone through a rough spot, but that was
slowly but surely getting put into the past, and he knew Elena loved him. Shit
happened. Unfortunately, he had had more than his share of it, but Elena had
shown how much she was sorry for ever hurting him and he was sure it wouldn't
happen again.
Bonnie hadn't seen Stefan or Elena in quite a few years. In fact, a good
6 or 7 years had passed since the time they'd left Fell's Church. After their
wedding and moving to New York, Bonnie hadn't been in their company unless via
the phone or e-mail. It was about time they got together again. She vaguely
remembered Elena mentioning a club being under their ownership now that she
thought of it. Speaking of that, she was going to figure out the story behind it
if she had to hog tie Elena to a chair and force it out of her.
Brown hues rested on Stefan, studying him. She took in the white sweater
and dark pants, the soft strands of hair that fell in tufts on his head.
Emerald eyes beautiful against his pale face. Well toned body as always, sexy mouth
she envied Elena for being able to kiss -- not to mention the fact she got to
freely touch that sculpted body of his as well... "It's been a long time.
I've missed you and Elena. You look great." And it was true. She still, even
after all these years, had the instinct to jump the man.
She hadn't overlooked the way the females, and even some of the males in
the club looked at Stefan Salvatore and she wondered vaguely how Elena felt
about that. But then again, knowing Elena, they probably looked at her the same
way.
A warm chuckle. "Well, it's not as though I can really change that
much..But thank you. Elena's off feeding, she'll be back shortly"
"Alright. And you're welcome. I see you've been...keeping in good
health?"
A nod, and Stefan understood his psychic companion could "feel" the
undercurrent of his strong Power aura. He'd been feeding on humans for the past few
years, especially given the place they lived. "Yes. Elena and I decided it
was best given the circumstances..."
Bonnie smiled in agreement and with that, somewhere behind them she heard
a shriek of joy. That would be Elena. Stefan smiled as he saw his wife.
Seconds later, Elena flung her arms around the petite redhead. "BONNIE!
You came! Oh, I missed you, you silly girl -- Shame on you for not visiting
sooner!"
Bonnie was practically in tears, overcome with emotion at seeing her best
friend in what felt like ages. She drew back to get a better look. "Wow.
Nothing changes, eh? You look amazing, as usual."
The blonde woman smiled, not even ruffled by the compliment, for she was
used to them. Elena had, Bonnie remembered, once ruled Robert E. Lee once upon
a time as one of the most saught-after girls. Just now, Elena's hair was
swept off her face in an elegant French braid, sparkling blue eyes sublty enhanced
with navy blue eyeliner, but that was the only makeup she wore. Of course,
Elena had never needed much of anything to make her look stunning. Cheeks
flushed pink with excitement. Expensive looking jeans encased shapely legs, on her
feet she wore strappy heels, and a tightly fitted button-down black blouse was
her outfit.
Bonnie hastily wiped at a few tears and Elena stepped back, grinning.
"Welcome to New York," Elena replied.
"It's much busier than Connecticut..."
Bonnie watched as Elena moved behind the bar to wrap an arm around
Stefan's waist affectionately, resting her head against his shoulder.
Elena looked at her. "You're staying with us, right? We have plenty of
room in our place."
"I wouldn't want to put you out, or anything...Or invade your privacy..."
The latter said with a smirk.
"Don't be ridiculous, Bonnie McCullough!"
"But--"
"You're staying and that's final."
No, nothing changed. Elena was still authorative. But Bonnie smiled,
knowing that was simply Elena Gilbert. Or rather, now Elena Salvatore.
"Fine, fine." Hands thrown up in defeat, Bonnie laughed softly.
Stefan threw her an amused look. "If you like, Elena can take you back
now and help you get settled in. I've only got another hour here before I'll
leave it to my assistants to take care of until closing."
Elena raised elegant brows in question to Bonnie. "Well?"
"Sure. Sounds good to me. I'm starved...Can we stop and get something to
eat? For me, anyway?"
"Of course." Elena placed a kiss on her husband's lips and walked out
from behind the bar. "See you at home in an hour, then." He nodded.
With that, Elena proceeded to lead Bonnie out of the club. As they made
their way down the still busy streets of the city, stores and restaurants still
teeming with night life, Bonnie chuckled. "By the way, Stefan mentioned
something to me earlier...About the club."
Elena glanced to Bonnie as she motioned to a small pizza place and Bonnie
nodded her okay. "Oh?"
"I was just wondering what he meant by 'an apology' from Damon." Bonnie's
eyes were wide with curiosity.
"It was...a gift, I guess. It was Damon's a few years back and he decided
to give ownership over to Stefan. I haven't seen him since then, though I
have spoken to him occasionally when Stefan calls him to speak about...whatever
it is they speak about..." Elena trailed off, unsure of what else to say as she
held open the door to the restaurant.
Her friend's facial expression was something a bit like wry amusement.
"What is it you're not telling me?"
"What do you mean?" Elena tried to act nonchalant but her palms were
sweating as she took a seat in a booth in the back and watched as Bonnie slid in
across from her.
"Oh come off it, Elena. I've known you my whole life. By now I can tell
when you're lying."
"It's...It's a long story." She bit her lip, feeling surpassingly guilty,
though she didn't know why, since she and Stefan had made their amends.
Bonnie grinned, leaning forward on her arms. "I've got time."
Elena flushed, letting out a deep breath. "It happened like this..."
~*~
Author: Janie
Email: SwtAzSugar46@aol.com
Rating: R (Language, adult situations, possible explicit sex scenes, and
anything else along the way)
Spoilers: All VD books.
Disclaimers: I do not own LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries or the characters. They
belong solely to her and her publishers...Blah blah blah...I use them only for
entertainments purposed...Etc.
Summary: After a night of betrayal, Stefan and Elena have moved on. But when
unexpectedly Damon shows up just as Bonnie comes to visit, will new desires,
unwanted lust, and old flames cause conflict between life-long friends?
Notes: // Indicate telepathy. ** Indicated italics. This scene takes place 8
years after the 4th book in the original series by LJS and 8 years prior to
where my story is set.
~*~
New York -- 3 years earlier:
"Ciao, *bella*..To what do I owe this pleasure?" Came a silky soft voice
she recognized all too well.
Heart dropping into her stomach as the faint Italian accent brushed over
her like silk. Involuntarily, she felt her entire body tense as she sensed the
heat of another body behind her. Picking up a faint whisp of expensive
cologne, her mind swirled with a thousand different emotions; some she'd rather she
forgot. She swallowed thickly past a lump that had seemingly formed out of
nowhere and regained all the dignity she could muster, turning to face the man
who had walked out of her life over 8 years ago on a distant Solstice night.
"Damon." A curt nod and she allowed for a trace of a smile to form on
crimson lips. "I see you're...taking care of yourself."
An amused smile flickered across a handsome face, bearing white teeth and
two glinting fangs. A wash of midnight colored hair that shimmered in the
lights of the club was tousled and a strand fell into equally dark eyes, shading
them in a rather sexual way, though she'd rather not admit how her heart raced
at the sight of him in those tight black jeans and sweater, that familiar
leather jacket (though not the original; she had that one) completing the look.
Sensual mouth curving into a slight smirk.
"*Si*. And you, if I may say, look lovely this evening, Elena." Dark eyes
glimmered with amusement and something else she couldn't quite put her finger
on.
Elena was quick with her tongue and replied stiffly, "I don't want your
flattery. I became unsusceptible to your charms long ago." Fighting off feelings
she'd thought she'd discarded long ago but that had evidently returned to
haunt her, as those black eyes boldly scanned her body, which she knew was rather
revealed in her tight red dress, straps criss-crossing over her bare back,
the front dipping dangerously low allowing for quite an amount of pale skin and
supple curves to be seen. The fabric was clingy to her hips and the flatness
of her stomach, allowing for an imagination to fill in any blanks. She had
come dressed as she presumed others at a flashy club would be, and to her
current knowledge as her eyes surveyed the room, she had not underestimated.
"Is that so?"
Normally, one wouldn't find her here, at such a place; however, after an
unaccustomed fight with Stefan, Elena, feeling overcome with stress and the
need to be free of what felt like suffocation in their penthouse, had decided
what better place to rid herself of tension but a club where she could dance off
any anger. If Stefan knew where she'd gone, he'd probably be rather
unenthusiastic, especially with her attire. She was used to eager come-hither looks from
men around the city, and Stefan would be jealous if he wasn't there to make
sure they knew her heart was not available, let alone her body. And she never
minded in the least.
Except tonight she'd wanted to be alone. Not that a club was where she
could exactly be "alone" per say, but she wasn't with him and that was all she
needed for the time being. Her own time, her own life. Just for the night.
Blue eyes framed with thick, dark lashes, met his. "What are you doing
here?"
"Where are your manners, Elena? As though I have no right to be in New
York." Damon scoffed. "Besides," he chuckled, though the laughter was filled
with more haughtiness than humor, "I own this club."
Well, as if his prescience hadn't been shock enough, that had certainly
caught her off guard. She made a strangled noise which escaped from parted lips.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me correctly, *cara*. This club belongs to me. The very Damon
Salvatore." He was proud of the reaction he had received from her and he was
in no mood to pretend otherwise.
A slow nod as she let it sink in, registering the words. Lovely. Just
fucking wonderful. The one place she'd chosen to be *alone* was owned by Damon.
"Funny. I never saw you in this part of the city before tonight..."
"I make my appearances when I please. You probably were just never around
when I happened to be."
"Pity." She paused and after a minute, added, "Stefan never sensed you,
though."
A flicker of distaste crossed his face at the mention of his younger
brother. "Yes. Well, I've managed to hide my presence from those I wish to." He
paused for a moment, as though considering and realizing something for the first
time. "Where is he anyway, with you dressed so very sexy and him no where
around? In a club, no less."
Elena made a face. "Don't be so assuming, Damon. It's not what you think."
"Oh?"
"We..." She trailed off, weighing her words carefully. "We had
a...misunderstanding, and I needed to get away for a bit."
"Pray tell."
"Frankly, I don't believe it's any of your business, Damon."
Archly, he replied, "Frankly, I don't give a damn." He grinned, a flash
of teeth again. "Besides, I have other ways than that to get any information
from you, you know."
An elegant blonde eyebrow lifted in annoyance and she folded her arms
lightly beneath her breasts. "Fine. If you must know, it was over the fact I want
to be changed again."
"Ah, I knew you'd come around, Elena. And I take it my thickheaded
brother doesn't see the need? Is he so stupid that he'd risk losing you, what, a 3rd
time?"
Elena felt protective instinct for her husband flare up at his words and
cobalt blue eyes flashed angrily. "He's not stupid! He just...Well..."
"He just doesn't get it."
She sighed. "No, I suppose not. I'll die eventually. I tried to explain
the logic to him, but he refused to listen to me."
Damon was silent for a few moments, the blare of rock music from the
lower level thrumming beneath their feet. It was a bit less noisy on the second
floor where couches lined the walls and a few tables were sporadically located
near the railing that overlooked the dance floor. He looked away and then
retuned his gaze to her, making her feel slightly vulnerable as those black eyes
became heated. "If you were mine, I'd be sure to go to any means necessary to
keep you."
She didn't reply, not trusting her mouth, and they were silent once
again. This time the silence dragged out a good few minutes.
"Let me do it."
"What?" She asked, incredulous.
"Let me do it. I'll change you, he can't refuse to listen to you if you
go on and do it."
"I can't...That's not fair."
"It's your life, Elena. Most only get one, you were allowed two. I highly
doubt you'll be given a third."
Mouth opened to spit out a nasty response, but she felt all the hatred
she could summon up quickly fade as she realized the truth in his words. It was
the honest, simple truth to the matter. What human had been lucky enough to
get a second chance besides her? And what was to guarantee she'd get a shot at
a third? And he had a point. It was her life. The first time she hadn't been
given a choice in the matter. But now she was ready, and this was her choice.
She wanted to. And if Stefan didn't want her to, well, she didn't care. She
wasn't going to let herself slowly get old with age and have him drift away due
to an uncontrollable wedge that would undoubtedly be thrust between them if she
allowed that. And what of her? She'd be green with envy and jealously at his
eternal youth while she shriveled and grayed with each passing day that was a
step closer to death...
Lashes dropped and she looked at the floor, gaze on her feet encased in
black heels. She let out a breath, defeated. Elena raised her gaze to him once
more, lifting her chin in an air of control. "I accept."
Slowly, a smile spread across his lips and Elena's knees quivered and she
had to shift her weight to stop it.
"Come..."
He led her through a door that had been hidden, unseen by human eyes,
taking them both into what was apparently a back room with a small sofa, table
and even a bed. He noticed her interest. "I use this when I need a place to
stay. No one here knows about it and it's under tight security."
A nod, she was distracted by nerves and an overwhelming sensation in her
stomach that she realized was more than she'd previously thought. She was
afraid. But not of crossing the divide between mortality and life as a vampire,
but of herself, being alone with him.
If he noticed, he didn't remark or make any gesture to show he did.
Instead, he sat her down on the bed and stepped back. "You're sure? You know
there's only one way out if you change your mind later."
She nodded again, firmer this time. "I know."
"Alright." He set himself beside her, pushing aside the veil of silky
gold hair to reveal the soft skin of her neck. A fingertip ran lightly down her
neck. She shivered.
"Relax, Elena. You have to trust me."
She swallowed thickly; that lump was back in her throat and she felt a
flush spread over her cheeks. "It's not you I'm afraid of..." She whispered.
Brows raised, black eyes traveled to her lips. "And what are you afraid
of, Elena?" His voice was velvet to her ears, as sensual as if his hands were
brushing over her naked skin.
"Myself."
There was no response, at least not verbally, from Damon. His eyes rested
on her lips for a moment more, before his finger lifted to brush over them
softly, feather light, before he looked right into her eyes, holding her gaze.
She knew it was time. Her head pounded.
He bent his head then, the coolness of his lips a wonderful sensation to
her as they met her neck. Butterfly kisses were placed there, and she felt her
head fall back, eyes closing. One of his arms slipped behind her to support
her weight, the hand of his other rested on her bare thigh, the heat of his
palm seeping into her. A flutter in her belly as his teeth grazed her skin and
then she gasped as they pierced her neck. But the pain was brief before she was
carried by wave after wave of pleasure as he drew her blood. They were
connected now, sharing each other's thoughts and emotions and she knew he was deeply
immersed in her pleasure and his own, high off her blood and the feeling of her.
After what felt like an eternity, Elena felt her heartbeat slowing, and
it became painful again. She moaned and tried to pull away, but he held her to
him. /Don't fight it/, came a voice in her head.
She became dizzy and then everything went black, silent, and void.
Groggily, she opened her eyes after some amount of time she couldn't discern and
felt the warm thickness of blood against her lips. /Drink/
And she obeyed. Lips parting to receive the liquid, and she thirsted for
it, swallowing quickly, suckling at the neck pressed firmly to her lips, the
scent of him powerful and alluring, until hands pried her back, easing her
down onto the mattress. Her eyes fluttered open partially to gaze up into
beautiful dark depths that loomed above her.
"Rest," he whispered, brushing blonde whisps off her cheeks.
She caught his hand with her own, nuzzling into his touch. "Damon..."
He froze, eyes emblazoned with lust, cheeks flushed by both the rush of
new blood he'd taken and apparent want for her. But he shook his head. "No,
Elena, you're delirious."
But even as he said the words, he found his eyes locked on hers, drifting
down to the red-tinted lips of hers, down further to the slow rise and fall
of her small breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, one strap had fallen down
off a shoulder. And a split second later his lips were on hers, tasting his
own blood.
He gave into the softness that was Elena, the heat that was her skin, the
taste that were her lips. Her hands weaved into his hair, and he was drawn
on top of her gently, his own hands gliding over the skin of her shoulders, the
scent of her perfume strong. He felt her tongue as it prodded between his lips
to meet his own and his hands shifted to her chest, and he could feel the
rapid beating of her heart.
He wanted her.
Her hands ran down over his back, sliding to the front. Pushing up his
sweater, she had to pull back and break the kiss to deposit his shirt on the
floor. Damon shivered as her hands, cool to the touch, met his bare chest. They
moved downwards to come to a halt at the button to his jeans.
She wanted him.
And tonight there was nothing to stop them.
***
New York -- 2003
"Welcome to *Incantevole Oblio*."
"What?"
A laugh. "Ravishing Oblivion."
The redhead giggled, despite the fact she was now 28, the girlishness of
her youth had not been too damaged. She toyed with a red curl, brown eyes
turning serious as they focused on the handsome green eyed man before her whom
she'd known a very long time.
"And how did you acquire such a joint? It's nice."
"Thank you," He smirked. "Let's just call it an... apology... from my
dear brother and leave it at that, shall we?" He answered, running a hand through
waves of black hair.
She nodded, though her interest had now peaked 20 notches. Oh well, she'd
get the story out of Elena. "How long have you had it?"
"Three years."
Bonnie took a seat at the bar, crossing slender legs one over the other.
Her body donned in a mini skirt, well-sized chest covered with a forest green
blouse that did nothing but accentuate her curves. Stefan had to say that in
all the years he'd known her, she'd been pretty, but now she was nothing short
of stunning with curls that tumbled down over her shoulders and an ample bust,
slim hips and pretty honey-colored eyes.
Not that he was planning on sleeping with her -- No, unlike his wife, he
believed in monogamy -- but she was attractive. But, then again, that wasn't
quite fair. Elena and him had recently gone through a rough spot, but that was
slowly but surely getting put into the past, and he knew Elena loved him. Shit
happened. Unfortunately, he had had more than his share of it, but Elena had
shown how much she was sorry for ever hurting him and he was sure it wouldn't
happen again.
Bonnie hadn't seen Stefan or Elena in quite a few years. In fact, a good
6 or 7 years had passed since the time they'd left Fell's Church. After their
wedding and moving to New York, Bonnie hadn't been in their company unless via
the phone or e-mail. It was about time they got together again. She vaguely
remembered Elena mentioning a club being under their ownership now that she
thought of it. Speaking of that, she was going to figure out the story behind it
if she had to hog tie Elena to a chair and force it out of her.
Brown hues rested on Stefan, studying him. She took in the white sweater
and dark pants, the soft strands of hair that fell in tufts on his head.
Emerald eyes beautiful against his pale face. Well toned body as always, sexy mouth
she envied Elena for being able to kiss -- not to mention the fact she got to
freely touch that sculpted body of his as well... "It's been a long time.
I've missed you and Elena. You look great." And it was true. She still, even
after all these years, had the instinct to jump the man.
She hadn't overlooked the way the females, and even some of the males in
the club looked at Stefan Salvatore and she wondered vaguely how Elena felt
about that. But then again, knowing Elena, they probably looked at her the same
way.
A warm chuckle. "Well, it's not as though I can really change that
much..But thank you. Elena's off feeding, she'll be back shortly"
"Alright. And you're welcome. I see you've been...keeping in good
health?"
A nod, and Stefan understood his psychic companion could "feel" the
undercurrent of his strong Power aura. He'd been feeding on humans for the past few
years, especially given the place they lived. "Yes. Elena and I decided it
was best given the circumstances..."
Bonnie smiled in agreement and with that, somewhere behind them she heard
a shriek of joy. That would be Elena. Stefan smiled as he saw his wife.
Seconds later, Elena flung her arms around the petite redhead. "BONNIE!
You came! Oh, I missed you, you silly girl -- Shame on you for not visiting
sooner!"
Bonnie was practically in tears, overcome with emotion at seeing her best
friend in what felt like ages. She drew back to get a better look. "Wow.
Nothing changes, eh? You look amazing, as usual."
The blonde woman smiled, not even ruffled by the compliment, for she was
used to them. Elena had, Bonnie remembered, once ruled Robert E. Lee once upon
a time as one of the most saught-after girls. Just now, Elena's hair was
swept off her face in an elegant French braid, sparkling blue eyes sublty enhanced
with navy blue eyeliner, but that was the only makeup she wore. Of course,
Elena had never needed much of anything to make her look stunning. Cheeks
flushed pink with excitement. Expensive looking jeans encased shapely legs, on her
feet she wore strappy heels, and a tightly fitted button-down black blouse was
her outfit.
Bonnie hastily wiped at a few tears and Elena stepped back, grinning.
"Welcome to New York," Elena replied.
"It's much busier than Connecticut..."
Bonnie watched as Elena moved behind the bar to wrap an arm around
Stefan's waist affectionately, resting her head against his shoulder.
Elena looked at her. "You're staying with us, right? We have plenty of
room in our place."
"I wouldn't want to put you out, or anything...Or invade your privacy..."
The latter said with a smirk.
"Don't be ridiculous, Bonnie McCullough!"
"But--"
"You're staying and that's final."
No, nothing changed. Elena was still authorative. But Bonnie smiled,
knowing that was simply Elena Gilbert. Or rather, now Elena Salvatore.
"Fine, fine." Hands thrown up in defeat, Bonnie laughed softly.
Stefan threw her an amused look. "If you like, Elena can take you back
now and help you get settled in. I've only got another hour here before I'll
leave it to my assistants to take care of until closing."
Elena raised elegant brows in question to Bonnie. "Well?"
"Sure. Sounds good to me. I'm starved...Can we stop and get something to
eat? For me, anyway?"
"Of course." Elena placed a kiss on her husband's lips and walked out
from behind the bar. "See you at home in an hour, then." He nodded.
With that, Elena proceeded to lead Bonnie out of the club. As they made
their way down the still busy streets of the city, stores and restaurants still
teeming with night life, Bonnie chuckled. "By the way, Stefan mentioned
something to me earlier...About the club."
Elena glanced to Bonnie as she motioned to a small pizza place and Bonnie
nodded her okay. "Oh?"
"I was just wondering what he meant by 'an apology' from Damon." Bonnie's
eyes were wide with curiosity.
"It was...a gift, I guess. It was Damon's a few years back and he decided
to give ownership over to Stefan. I haven't seen him since then, though I
have spoken to him occasionally when Stefan calls him to speak about...whatever
it is they speak about..." Elena trailed off, unsure of what else to say as she
held open the door to the restaurant.
Her friend's facial expression was something a bit like wry amusement.
"What is it you're not telling me?"
"What do you mean?" Elena tried to act nonchalant but her palms were
sweating as she took a seat in a booth in the back and watched as Bonnie slid in
across from her.
"Oh come off it, Elena. I've known you my whole life. By now I can tell
when you're lying."
"It's...It's a long story." She bit her lip, feeling surpassingly guilty,
though she didn't know why, since she and Stefan had made their amends.
Bonnie grinned, leaning forward on her arms. "I've got time."
Elena flushed, letting out a deep breath. "It happened like this..."
~*~