Only a few hours had passed before I woke up with a SPLITTING headache and my stomach feeling like shit. I groaned as I got up, the room still slightly spinning and making me nauseous. I headed towards the bathroom across the hallway in search of some kind of pain killer to get rid of this damn headache. No such luck. I was completely out. Son of a bitch! How did I not realize?
I remembered mom used to keep some extra tylenol in the kitchen cupboard for when we ran out and was worried for a minute about going down there. I didn't want to wake Damon up, I was actually hoping that he would have been gone by the time I woke up in the morning and we could avoid any kind of awkward situation.
But my head was pounding away and I had no choice. I tip toed as quietly as I could down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was able to be pretty silent on my way there and wound up finding that extra bottle that my mother used to leave. SCORE! I popped the top open, but my hands were shaking and I dropped them all into the sink and down the drain. Every last one of them. And I wasn't sure if maybe it was my headache but it was the loudest sound possible at that moment.
I cringed at both the sound and at the thought of all those pills going down there and how my headache was just going to apparently run it's course.
I heard someone clear their throat which startled me and I jumped around and saw Damon standing in the doorway of the kitchen, wearing nothing but his briefs. Why didn't I offer him at least a robe or something?
"Ugh...sorry. I'm so sorry." I tried whispering "I was just looking for some tylenol. I didn't mean to wake you, sorry."
He chuckled a bit and walked into the room, taking the empty bottle from my hands and throwing it in the trash.
"It's alright. I heard you come down the stairs, anyway." he smiled.
"Oh man. I thought I was being quiet! I'm sorry, Damon." I wanted to tell him he could leave if he wanted to but my head was pounding even from the short amount of words I was using.
"It's fine. Vampire hearing, remember? Besides I can help you better than a bottle of aspirin will."
"What?" what the hell was he talking about?
"Vampire blood. Best hangover cure there is." he stood in front of me.
"You want me to drink your blood?" I eyed him.
"It's not as gross as you're making it sound I swear. Besides you've done it before"
"Damon...seriously stop talking about that. You're gonna make me throw up. Besides I was half dead at the time anyway I had no choice." I tried walking past him but stopped in my tracks as another shooting pain shot across my head and I clutched at it.
He turned again to face me and grabbed onto my arm.
"Geez, you okay? Seriously, it'll make you feel better quick I swear."
"Ugh...ok. But if I puke you're cleaning it up." I told him.
"Sounds fair enough." I watched him bite into his wrist and the blood well up. My stomach turned and I wasn't sure I would even make it as far as getting the blood into my mouth without hurling all over the place.
He brought his wrist up to my mouth and I finally gave in and drank the blood. Surprisingly it wasn't awful...which was completely weird of me to even think but I just went with it. After a good 30 seconds he took his wrist away and just looked at me for a bit.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, not breaking eye contact with me once.
"I'm...okay. Wow...you weren't lying about that, were you?" and it was true. The headache was gone and my stomach felt better. But as I tried to walk over towards the fridge to get a glass of water, the world began to spin rather quickly again and Damon shot out to grab me before I fell.
"Wow...head rush for a second there." I gasped out as he held me up.
"Yeah I forgot about that. Happens sometimes when you sober up too quick after drinking the blood." he was still holding me. "Better now?" he asked.
"Yeah I think so." I smiled.
"You've got a little right here..." he brought his thumb up to wipe off what I was assuming was some blood from the side of my lip. His finger brushed up against my lip and before I could think my tongue darted out to lick it off his finger. My heart sped up as he locked eyes with me and pushed his thumb into my mouth, his breath hitching as I sucked his finger.
"Are...are you sure you're sober? Completely sober?" he breathed out while pulling his finger from my mouth.
"Yes!" I nodded quickly, my breath was coming more quicker now.
"Fuck..." he groaned as he pushed me up against the fridge and crashed his lips into mine. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him tightly into me, wanting more of him. His hands were all over the place, grabbing my ass and my breasts through the tank top I was wearing.
His hand slid from my breast down to my waist and then between my legs. My panties were still on, he was rubbing light circles over and over again as I moaned loudly into his mouth.
"Damon...Damon please!" I begged him as he kept his pace.
His hand snaked under my panties and two fingers entered inside of me, pulling a loud moan out of me.
"Christ you're soaked already..." he groaned. He thrust them in and out a few times, each time my moans and gasps becoming louder.
He pulled me from against the fridge over towards the kitchen table. Throwing everything off at once, he shoved me down on the table and quickly did away with any clothing that was between us. My hands roamed across his chest and downwards grabbing at his hardness between his legs, earning a gasp from him.
"Are you sure?" he asked me breathlessly.
"Yes Damon please just...please!" I begged.
He grasped his thickness in his hand and guided himself into me, both of us moaning at the feeling.
His first few thrusts were slow and steady but he quickly picked up the pace as I grasped onto his arms while his movements became a little more rough. I was moaning and gasping loudly. I was never one to be quiet during sex. I just couldn't figure out how to be, when it always felt so good!
"Damon...oh fuck..." I cried out as he hit a particularly good spot.
I glanced up at him and began to pull him back in for a kiss, but he pulled his head away, shaking.
I looked at him and saw his eyes were beginning to go black and his fangs started to descend.
"I'm sorry it's just...god you feel so good!" he stilled his movements "I don't know if I can do this, fuck!" he was struggling.
I knew what he wanted. I knew it would be amazing. So I told him.
"Do it." I gasped out.
"What?" he was shocked. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Damon please. I know you want to bite me. .It." I told him, rolling my hips as I said the words.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes growing an even darker shade of black.
"Damon I'm sure now stop talking and start doing it!" I was getting rather annoyed.
He snapped his hips forward, earning a loud gap from me, as he lowered his head down to my neck. Just before he bit down he angled my hips in a certain way and once he sank his teeth into me and thrust in I screamed out. The feeling was intense, my entire body was on fire. I didn't feel pain I only felt pure pleasure and couldn't stop myself from crying out his name and urging him on.
He was moaning so loud around my neck and I was starting to shake. I knew I wouldn't make it much longer if he kept this up, his tongue every once in a while darting out to lap up what had dribbled from the sides of his mouth and onto my neck and shoulder.
He finally pulled himself away from my neck and brought his face back to mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue thrusting in my mouth in time with the thrust of his hips. I was feeling a little woozy from the blood loss and he must have noticed, so he bit into his wrist again and fed me his blood. It was the most erotic thing, sharing blood together. As he took his wrist away I could tell there was blood still left on my lips, just as there was on his. He brought his lips to mine again and our tongues tangled in a bloody mess that was sexier than I ever thought it could be. I was so close and moaning his name so loud I knew the neighbors could probably hear.
"Damon oh god...i'm close...please just..." I gasped out as my body began to tense.
"Eyes on me gorgeous!" he whispered to me as his fingers found their way to my clit and rubbed quickly.
My orgasm ripped into me like never before. I almost felt as though I was high, my body was shaking and I couldn't stop screaming at first. He held onto me tightly and a moment later he slammed into me as his orgasm finally hit him, growling as his release spilled into me.
I thought it was just that one time thing. Or that we'd at least go back to bed afterwards, but he apparently had other ideas, and I wasn't complaining. It was like he couldn't get enough of me, and I felt the same about him. We had sex in every room that night, making our way upstairs. He would feed off of me, getting high off of my blood and in turn he would feed me his blood so I wasn't too weak to keep up.
He whispered dirty things to me as he kept going, every once in a while throwing in how sexy he thought I was. Where this came from I had NO idea, I was chalking it up to the blood high he got off of me but I just didn't want to think too much about it. That night, he helped me forget everything that had happened and just focused on the pleasure we were both receiving. We finally wound up in my room and we eventually fell asleep in the early morning hours, wrapped in each other's arms.
When I woke up I could tell it was already well into the afternoon. My body was slightly sore and I was a bit groggy, not remembering much right away. I glanced next to me and then remembered...Damon was in the bed next to me. That really happened? That wasn't some drunken hazed dream? Jesus I wonder if I can sneak out or something without him noticing?
I sat up slowly and tried to quietly leave the bed, but a hand wrapped around my wrist quickly and tugged me.
"Trying to avoid the walk of shame, are we?" he sleepily asked.
"I was just going to take a shower." I told him. It wasn't exactly a lie. But I was hoping that he'd at least wake up after I had showered, dressed, and gotten the hell out of my house.
"Sounds like a wonderful idea." he smiled and pulled me into the bathroom, shoving me in the shower and beginning another round of our sex romp. The warm water and slick soap made things even more sexier than it had been the night before, if that was even possible. This time though he didn't bite me, though there did seem to be a lot more dirty talk involved.
After we both reached our peak we finally got to the actual act of showering. We both laughed as we helped each other with washing off and we stole a few long, sensual kisses from each other.
We were so caught up that I hadn't heard the front door opening, and it wasn't until I heard someone calling my name from downstairs that I realized that someone was there.
"Shit! It's Elena!" I whispered, completely frozen in the shower. SHE CAN NOT BE HERE!
"How the hell did she get in your house?" he looked just as shocked as I was.
"Ugh...I gave her a key. I forgot!" I was so close to smacking myself it wasn't even funny.
"A key? She's a vampire too, you know. And you wouldn't even let me in your house a few months ago!" he shot back.
"Listen! She can NOT see you here! You stay up here, DO NOT MAKE ONE PEEP! And I will get rid of her and then when I come back up YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!"
"Fine. But you know where to find me!" he winked as I exited the shower.
I quickly threw a robe on and dashed down the stairs, hoping to god that she wasn't already making her way up the stairs. Thankfully she was still in the living room when I got down there.
"There you are! I was worried!" she looked somewhat annoyed.
"Worried? Why?" I tried wrapping the robe around me as tightly as possible and then I remembered the bite Damon gave me during our last round of sex before bed. He hadn't given me his blood at that point, so the bite mark hadn't healed! Keep it together Violet!
"Well I've been trying to call you all day! Why is Damon's car here? Did he spend the night?" she looked suspicious.
"Damon? What? No!" I tried to laugh but it came out more of a nervous chuckle "His car...he drove me home last night. I had a little bit too much to drink. Hence why I didn't answer the phone I was sleeping it off. Anyway...he drove me here and then I guess he left his car and walked home." oh man...would she buy it? It didn't even make much sense to me and I was the one saying it!
"He never came back to the boarding house last night. I just assumed he crashed here." she replied.
"Well no...he's not here. Did you need something?" I didn't mean for it to come out as rude as it did but I mean really...what the hell did she want?
"Well...i guess I don't want to know what he spent his night doing. Anyway, I was just worried, like I said. You seemed to get pretty drunk last night and I wanted to make sure you were ok. You don't seem too badly hung over." her face finally softened.
"Yeah well...it's an old family secret I guess." I was trying my hardest not to fidget.
"Your family has a secret for hangovers? When do they teach you this? And what's in it?" she laughed.
"If I told you I'd have to kill you." I let down my guard and tried making a joke, which completely backfired because with my guard went my hand that was covering up the bite mark on my neck and she saw it.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" she screeched.
"Oh come on now Elena...you know very well what that is." it was Damon!
I'm not sure if I was more shocked or angry at that moment, but I'm sure the look on my face said most of what I was feeling.
"I told you to stay up there and not make a sound!" I hissed.
"Yeah well the cat's out of the bag now." he walked down the stairs in nothing but a towel.
"You slept with Damon last night!?" her face was unlike anything i've seen before. Talk about if looks could kill!
"Listen, Elena. It's no big deal. We had a night, okay. Nothing to concern yourself with." I tried reasoning but it was no use. She was completely pissed off.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL!? YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM! AND YOU WERE DRUNK SO YOU COULDN'T EVEN SAY YES SO DAMON WHAT THE FUCK, YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HER?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did she really think I was that stupid? Did she think Damon was that big of an asshole?
"Are you kidding me?" I finally asked her.
"What do you mean? No I'm not kidding!"
"Vampire blood...sobers you right up." he smiled towards her, snapping his fingers.
"So...you slept with him? Willingly? I can't believe you!" she got in my face.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I had had enough. "So the fuck what if I had sex with Damon? What's it to you? Are you jealous, Elena? Jealous that you don't have both of them pining away for you? God forbid, right?"
"No that's not it! I can't believe you would even say that! I thought you were my friend! I thought you were loyal to all of us! But what would everyone think once they found out about this?" she sneered.
"I know your secret too, you know. You wanna snitch on me go right ahead. But be prepared to tell your boyfriend all about how when you were broken up for a mere few hours you went running right for his brother and fucked him. So you go ahead and tell everyone. Be my guest." I shoved her.
She still looked pissed but a slight look of panic crossed her face. She knew I was right, and she knew if she went ranting to Stefan about me sleeping with Damon he'd question why she even gave a shit.
"Fine. But don't come running to me when he drops you like he does with everyone else." she whispered and walked out the door.
I was so angry. Angrier than I had been in a very, VERY long time. My whole body was shaking and I finally knew what the meaning 'seeing red' meant. I hadn't meant for that to happen. I really thought Elena was one of my close friends, but her reaction sent me over the edge and I wasn't ready to come down just yet.
"Well..." Damon walked up towards me and put his hands on my shoulders "you really pissed her off, didn't you?"