Fatal Attraction
Chapter 3: 'You belong to me'
"Ok. Enough stalking her. I should just go say hi, shouldn't I? I mean she would just think I randomly bumped into her, right?" he asked his bodyguard slash driver, Butch who looked too uncomfortable.
Damon could see Butch wanted to say something but he settled for a quick nod.
"How do I look?" he said, running his fingers through his hair, checking himself out in the mirror of the car.
Butch's mouth was wide open. Was his boss really asking him this question.
"Never mind," Damon replied, slightly embarrassed.
He slowly went out of the car making his way toward the brunette who was eating ice cream and talking to her friends from college. He knew that because he had seen them with her several times in college.
Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw him. His heart raced. A smile played on her lips. It was the first time they met after their second date. Sure, they had been texting a lot after that but it was different face to face.
"Damon," she said, walking toward him.
"Hello," he greeted.
"Hi." she replied, a sparkle in her eyes as if she was genuinely happy to see him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, excitedly.
"Stalking you." he replied in his mind. God, he hated himself for that.
"It's food court, Isn't it?" he said, in a cocky tone.
"Oh…" she said with a nervous laugh.
"Elena. Oh God. Who is he?" a friend of hers asked.
He noticed Elena frown, was she jealous because she felt threatened. That frown disappeared and he thought maybe he had been imagining it.
"Amber. This is Damon, a friend of mine, Damon, this is Amber, my classmate," she introduced them.
"Hi!" she said, offering her hand.
He replied with a mere smile, accepting her handshake. That girl blushed.
"Any friend of Elena's is a friend of ours. Let me introduce you to our group," she said, sweetly.
"Hey guys come here." she said, turning around.
Elena turned around, coming to his side as if standing in between him and that girl. "Leave him Amber, I'm sure he has tight schedule to catch up on," she said.
"No. It's okay. I can take some time out of my busy schedule to meet your friends," he replied. In his defense, he really wanted to meet people in Elena's life.
Two boys and three girls made their way toward them. A raven haired boy went to stand behind Elena who was standing next to Damon. He wrapped his arms around her waist, immediately making her giggle.
She squirmed in his arms, playfully telling him to knock it off. Damon immediately tensed. He didn't like the way another man could touch her like that. So intimate. It looked like Amber noticed his narrowed eyes, his clenched fist and pressed lips. He couldn't help it, he felt ridiculously hostile. He wanted to rip his hands off her. He wanted to have him killed.
"Don't mind him. That's just Liam for you. This is his way of telling you to back off. He had been crushing on her since the start. She is too naïve to see that though," Amber explained.
"This is Tracy," she said, gesturing toward a beautiful blonde girl.
"and I'm Chris, her boyfriend" a red head guy added.
"and this is my Mel, Mellissa…" Elena said, finally out of Liam's arms.
"Nice to meet you. Join us for lunch," she said politely.
"Hi! I am Liam" the raven haired short boy said offering his hand for handshake.
"Damon, Damon Salvatore," he introduced himself, accepting his hand, only to crush it next second.
"A SALVATORE!" Tracy almost shouted.
Here we go again. Girls literally drooled over him after knowing that. All except, her. If only they knew what he actually did to keep that façade. His business empire was not only thing that kept his status as a rich brat.
Tracy immediately started batting eye lashes at him. In about half hour he regretted coming here. Tracy and Amber continuously kept talking to him, trying to impress him. He didn't even get to talk to Elena.
She was either busy chatting with Mellissa or Chris who looked almost devastated due to his girlfriend's behavior. But there was a good part too.
Elena kept making eye contact with them, biting her bottom lip with those eyes. It made him feel like he was a steak, and she's going to stop at nothing to devour him. That little smile she made when she caught him looking at her and that was enough to push him over the edge.
He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose but he wasn't complaining he couldn't help it, he wanted to sex her up, right there, right then.
Another plus point to situation was that Liam's confidence was shattered. He at least knew he stood no chance in front of Damon.
Once the lunch was done, he asked Elena to come to a side and asked her out on another official date.
She smiled and accepted.
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"You look amazing," he complemented as soon as he saw her.
Elena blushed and looked down, as usual.
"I should have picked you up from work." he said.
"No. It's okay. I always use the bus anyway," she said, running her hand through her hair.
"So. Which movie did you pick for us to watch?" she said, slowly walking by his side, towards the theater.
"I did a lot of research and we will be watching The Conjuring," he said with a grin.
"Huh. I am not exactly the horror movie type, the first part still gives me nightmares," she said.
"I know," he said, with a grin.
"You're scheming," She accused.
"You're delusional," he replied. "I happen to like horror genre,"
"After you." he added.
She didn't know why he would pick a movie night for their second date. They can't talk during movie. How else could they progress if they didn't even talk.
Damon however had a plan. He smirked, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. As soon as the movie started she flinched. Half way through the movie and she was clinging to him like her life depended on it. "Don't look around. Don't look around. Huh! Shit. Shit." she hid her face in his shoulder. "I can't look," she whimpered.
"Hey. It's just a movie," he was more than amused to see looked so adorable and fuckable.
"Ok. Yes, I am a wimp. I get scared by horror movies," she whispered, peeking a little, looking at the huge screen. The girl next to her shrieked and Elena nearly jumped. It took everything inside him not to laugh at the frightened brunette girl.
Elena didn't actually scream but occasionally hid her face in his arm or her hands when she couldn't take anymore.
"Oh. No. Oh. No." she whispered, biting her nails in the ending scene.
"Hey!" he tried to comfort her, wrapping a hand around her shoulder, pressing his lips so he wouldn't laugh at how adorable she looked all scared and curious at the same time. She whimpered again, hiding into his chest as the final scene was about to end.
Damon knew it was wrong but hey the best way to impress the girl you love is to scare the living daylights out of her by making her watch a horror movie and pretend to be her hero, protecting her from all the evils of the movie. He scoffed. He knew his plan would work. She was literally in his arms, muttering some prayers she learnt at church. And he loved how she felt against him. The pleasure of her touch drove him wild.
"Thank God. It's over," she said, pulling away from him, and here he was just getting used to her touch. He smirked. "I mean it wasn't that scary!" she said, trying to show she wasn't at all affected by the movie.
"How would you know your hardly watched it anyway," he said, taunting her.
She frowned. " I was just pretending to be scared. It's just a movie. I don't get scared that easily," she said.
"There is a spider on your shoulder." he said.
She screamed on top of her lungs. "Get it off. Get it off."
That's it Damon couldn't control it anymore. He laughed. Not just any laugh. He was busting his guts laughing hysterically. The ongoing strangers were looking at the couple as if they were mad.
He stopped when he noticed her glaring at him. One look and he started chuckling again.
"Not funny," she spat.
"Too funny," he replied.
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"How was your date last night?" Caroline inquired.
"It was fun. We watched a movie and then we had dinner and then we went to the beach and talked all night."
"You'd been seeing him for quite a time now. Two months."
"Has it been really that look." Elena asked, surprised.
"Yes."
"Well. We'd only been on five official dates. Mostly we just hangout after we randomly just meet."
"Randomly meet. I'd be thinking that he is stalking you. It's like everywhere we turn around he is there," Caroline said as they made lunch.
"You're exaggerating now. We just bumped into him yesterday in the mall and a week before that outside my college and at the church two weeks ago and at the grocery store before that." Elena said as she chopped onions fast.
"Yeah. We just 'randomly' bumped into him at the club too three days ago." Caroline added.
"I mean, okay, once or twice might be a coincidence but he's literally everywhere we go," Caroline said.
"Okay. Fine. We do seem to bump into him awfully a lot, but again this can be coincidence. It's a small world after all. Care, he is marshmallow, he had been nothing but a gentleman every time we meet." Elena defended.
"Lena. So What? You guys are a thing now?" Caroline said, smirking.
"No. We hadn't talked about that. We hadn't defined our relationship."
"Then you should tell him that you want to be his girlfriend."
"Huh. No, I don't." Elena yelped.
"Do too."
"Can you keep it down. Some of us are still trying to sleep over here?" Jeremy voice boomed from Elena's bedroom.
"Sorry, Jer"
"So! Did you meet the girl Jer had been talking about all weekend?" Caroline asked.
"Anna. She is very pretty and such a friendly girl. Jer is crazy about her." Elena informed.
"Oh. How adorable! I'm so glad he found someone after what that bitch Vicki put him through, fucking criminal junkie!" Caroline hissed.
"Care," Elena warned.
"What? I hate…,I simply hate criminals. It doesn't matter how low profile a crime is. Drugs are illegal. A crime is a crime." Caroline explained.
"Care Bear. It's never too late for a fresh start. Maybe one day Vicki will realize the intensity of her actions and then maybe she will be the little girl we once knew and loved," Elena explained, cleaning the kitchen counter.
"My sister! Always hoping for the best." Jeremy said with a scoff.
"It doesn't hurt your eyesight by looking at the bright side." she sang.
"Hurry up with those I'm starving." Jeremy said as he playfully pulled his sister's hair.
"Jerk,"
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"Burn it to the ground. No one should be killed just injuries will be enough," Slater said, as he nodded. "The visit doctor and his interns will be framed for this," Rose informed Slater as she guided him toward the warehouse.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Elijah asked, uncomfortable.
"We already need a new warehouse might as will kill two birds with one stone." Damon added, approvingly.
"This place is of no use to us anyway. It would be better to remove every evidence of the activity that had been happening here for the past two months, I agree with Slater. We should just burn it to the ground." he continued.
"But we have to obviously make it sound realistic so there aren't any complications and investigations related to this. We will make it sound like an accident." Rose said.
"Perfect. Although I don't want any deaths. It takes awful a lot of time to cover that up," Slater said making a disgusted face.
"Just a couple of severe burning cases," he added.
"We will just blame the doctor and his interns from the hospital who will be here any minute to confirm whether this environment is safe for labors to work in. To give it a good and more convincing touch. I'll make sure one of the interns also get seriously hurt." Rose said.
"Hmm. Sure…I will call Zach and let him know about the situation, Rose, I will leave you in charge here," Damon said, clearly uninterested in their plan.
It had been like this ever since he started to spend more time with Elena. He hadn't been able to get her off his mind. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat not to mention he always wanted to see her. He deliberately bumped into her a few times just so he could hear her voice again. He wanted to see her again. This very instant. Good thing he had a lot of pictures of her in his phone.
As he walked toward his car, he shoved his hand in his jacket to pull out his phone but found his pocket empty. He realized he left his phone inside the warehouse. With a cold sigh, he walked toward the office of warehouse.
"Damon,"
He turned around and found Elena inches away from him.
"Elena?" he said, shocked.
"Okay. Now I'm suspicious are you following me?" she said, as her eyes narrowed playfully.
"What are you doing here?" he snarled. He was horrified to see her. What was she doing here of all places?
"Shouldn't you be at hospital right now?" he added. Her eyes widened, shit. He wasn't supposed to know that he knew her schedule by heart. She was taken aback by his tone but she kept her cool.
"Actually, I'm on Hospital duty. You see, I'm here with some other interns and Doctor Hampton, not exactly my department work but this visit is related to my research work," she said in her usual chipper and bright tone.
His eyes widened in fear. He couldn't stand the thought of her being hurt. He had to get her out of here before the show starts.
"Elena, let's just go," he said as he held her wrist.
"Damon. I am on duty," she said as she noticed panic and fear in his eyes.
"Are you okay? You're sweating bullets that too in December" she said as she came closer.
"Elena. Let's go," he said as he gripped her wrist tightly and started moving toward the exit.
"Damon. Damon. Hey! Damon, I can't go. I am on duty. Besides the lady in charge here wants me to go to the storage room with her," she said.
He gritted his teeth. How dare she? He was going to kill Rose as soon as he gets Elena out of this place. How dare Rose hurt her of all people?
"Elena, I'm not feeling well, I think I am having some sort of panic attack. My head hurts like I'm having the most terrible migraine of the century. Can you please drop me home?" he asked, in a low pleading tone.
She looked at him with confusion on her face. Apart from looking terrified he didn't look like a panic attack patient, she would know she was a going to be a neurosurgeon and she was also a patient of such physiological disorder but he looks afraid, something was wrong. She should just help him. Then she nodded.
"Okay. Okay. I will get you home. It's totally natural, Damon. Your panic attack might have gotten triggered by that awful chemical smell coming from the basement," she said, opening the door of her car.
He sat on the passenger seat. She ran toward her seat. She drove fast toward the highway. " Damon. Relax. Water always helps in panic attack. There is a bottle in my backpack. Help yourself," she said as she slowly sped toward the city now.
He was a bit relaxed now. She was safe now with him, far away from the warehouse that would erupt in flames anytime now.
"There is a chocolate in the front pocket. You should eat it. It always helps me calm my nerves down," she suggested.
"I am feeling a bit better now," he said.
"Hey. Hey. Hey. I'm the doctor here. I know what's good for you." she said.
"Okay" he said, as he opened the front zipper. He unwrapped the packet and took a big bite. He almost smiled at her tortured expressions. It killed her to share her chocolate, clearly she wasn't the sharing type.
"Want to share?" he offered.
"No. It's yours."
He smiled at how selfless she was. Selflessness was attribute so rare in the place he lived in.
"Are you feeling better now?" she asked.
"Yeah. I don't know what came over me," he said, lying through his teeth.
"Does this happen often to you?" she asked, her doctor instincts kicked in.
"No. I was just getting a weird feeling. Thank you for helping me out though." he added, making it sound like it was her idea to go away from the warehouse.
His phone buzzed.
"Yes, Rose. No, I'm with my girlfriend right now. I will explain later. Good Job though. I'll call you later." he said in a low tone as he hung up.
"My PA!" he said, casually, informing Elena.
"You didn't have to lie though," she said, eyes still on road.
"What did I lie about?" he asked, eyes narrowed.
"That you're with your girlfriend" she replied.
"but I AM with my GIRLFRIEND!" he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Excuse me?" she said, looking at him once but her eyes soon drifted back to road.
"Yeah. It's about time we label our relationship…We go on dates, we text all the time, you don't go out with other people, I DON'T either, the biggest argument we had till now was about the endgame of 'How I met your mother', you managed to convince me how Barney and Robin should have ended up together so I think we can pretty easily manage disagreements. I have met all your friends; you have met mine. I have even met your mother, given the situation last time was different but hey it counts!" he ended, surprised by all the sudden courage.
She was silent, that scared him a little bit. What if she suddenly decides she didn't want anything to do with him.
She was surprised. His interest in her wasn't something she was unaware of. She knew he liked her and somehow she felt a connection to him too.
They had made out a few times but they hadn't slept together after their one-night stand. She noticed his intense gaze on her. He was waiting for an answer.
"Look. Damon, it's not that I don't like you. I actually like you A LOT… but it's just-,"
"What?"
"I like hanging out with you, really I do. But labeling it will just make it serious." she said, uncomfortably.
"SO? You're just leading me on. You don't have any intention to be in a serious relationship with me. I thought you said you weren't looking for a fling?" he spat.
She stopped her car on the side of the road. She looked at him. He was fuming. Somehow, to Elena he was looking adorable.
"I don't. I don't want a fling."
"Then why aren't you labeling what we have. We have chemistry, Elena. You like me, I more than like you, than what's stopping you?" he said, angrily.
"Why is it so important to you, Damon?" she asked, looking at him, touching his cheek.
"I am a fan of clarity." He said, still angry but leaning in to her touch.
"Why?"
"Because. I cannot be with you if aren't clear about what you want from me and what I want from you. My feelings, emotions and time is worthy of a title. I think I am worth it. For me clear definitions are as important as unwavering commitment. You should know that once I get you I won't let you go…"
"and why do you want it with me? Why am I any different than your other friends?" She was clearly talking about news of his affairs with his colleague's wives and numerous one night stands.
"You googled me?" he asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"You're forgetting. My best friend is walking tabloid in herself," she said, with that smile that managed to drive him nuts always.
"My friends? Am I detecting a hint of jealousy?"
The sudden blush on her face made him realize his accusation was true. She was jealous. Why did it make him happy? At least now he knew she did care.
"This is different, Elena. It makes a difference because it's significant, I want direct acknowledgment, I want to know distinctly what I mean to you and what our relationship means. I want to know that you're mine. Just like you don't do flings, I don't do open relationships. I happen to despise those. It's either no strings attached or serious commitment now it's your pick but you should know I'm not going down without a fight." he said in a serious tone.
"I never led you on, only to leave you on the hook Damon. I told you from the start that I don't do relationships without label. I am not looking for a fling but I wanted you to say it loud and clear so you know what you're getting into with me. I wanted you to ask for it. Are you sure about this?" she said, smirking.
That little evil yet beautiful minx. He was shocked. She looked too innocent to be this clever. She deliberately didn't show much interest from the start and didn't push him to label what they had just so he would realize she wasn't game until she is sure this wasn't just a fling for him.
"So..Are you really serious about this?" she asked again.
"Yes…I don't know why Elena but you're just too special to me. I am at this very dark place of my life right now and you just manage to light it up with these smiles of yours. You're the only one I wouldn't mind losing sleep for, I can never get tired of talking to you like some teenager I am always glued to my phone waiting for your messages. I can't explain it in words how much you mean to me," he said, cupping her face.
He leaned in to kiss her lips, she closed her eyes waiting for the contact. Somehow he could still see she wasn't ready.
Elena was waiting for the contact of his lips on hers. Did she want it? She was not so sure yet. She felt his lips against her forehead. She suddenly felt content. As if she had been waiting for him all along.
He pulled back again, relaxing on his seat.
"You know Damon."
"hmm"
"Do you remember the night when you randomly bumped into me at club?" she said.
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Flashback
Damon bit his lower lip in nervousness. This had to stop. This was getting unhealthy now for both of them. But it's not like she didn't want him to show up. She told him exactly what place she would be at this particular time over their one-hour call.
He managed to ditch yet another meeting again, claiming he was sick. Rose was really mad at him, Of course.
He went through the crowd, his eyes scanning for the doe eyed beauty. "Hello Damon," a sharp voice said.
"Enzo. What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled.
"Rose sent me to check up on you. You were sick, weren't you? At least that's what you said to us. I don't think there are any doctors here in club?" he said, smirking.
"Actually. I have my personal doctor here in fact she is right there now if you will excuse me," he said pushing him aside, moving toward the brunette girl.
"Lena…" he said, tapping her shoulder.
She turned around with no surprise on her face. He knew it she wanted him to come, she just didn't want to accept it.
"Damon!" she tried to act surprised which was very cute.
He smiled at her. He was immediately taken aback by her next move. She hugged him. She could have sworn she heard him purr in content. He held her tightly closing his eyes. If only she knew what she did to him.
She pulled away. "It's so nice to see you again," she said.
"Well. I think you prayed very hard for me to come so here I am," he said, confidently.
"Cocky much?"
He smirked. She wasn't wearing anything girls wore typically to club. She was wearing red top and skinny jeans paired up with a denim jacket. Her long straight hair flowing to her back. Something was different about her hair, she had some pink highlights in it. She looked like a carefree college student.
"You got highlights. It looks very beautiful," he said, running his fingers through her hair making her blush.
"You don't look half bad yourself." she said, running fingers through his hair roughly deliberately messing it up, giggling.
"Hey!" he said. He pretended to be annoyed secretly he didn't know why but he loved it.
She giggled at his astonished looks.
"You have really pretty eyes," she complemented.
"Oh. Hey Damon," he heard Caroline coming up from behind, ruining their moment.
"I am sorry. It takes two shots and she loses it. Sorry." she added.
"Oh." He said, finally realizing why she was acting different.
"I am not drunk," Elena said, her brow furrows and she stick her bottom lip out to pout and it got him so horny because she looked so adorable—and fuckable. So fuckable that all he needed to do was bend her over and shove his cock in her, fuck her senseless.
"What are you doing here?" Caroline asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"I always come here," he defended himself.
"You aren't following us, are you? You have been bumping into us quite a lot." she said.
Shit. They did notice.
"What? Following you. Please I rather drown myself in a pool of acid. My friend owns this club. I come here quite a lot. Wait! Are you girls following me?"
"What?" Caroline nearly shouted due to his accusation.
"Like you said. We have been bumping into each other quite a lot. I am starting to think this isn't a coincidence" he said, narrowing his eyes.
"How dare you?" she snarled.
"Wait, where is Elena?" she said, alarmed.
"Boohoo!" they heard a voice behind them.
The shots she had earlier made the ecstasy stronger. Caroline gasped, watching her friend dance on top of bartender's counter. He didn't seem to mind at all. Elena was in her own world, swinging her hips to the beat and it looked like she had quite the admirers.
"Two shot does this to her?" he asked, he looked horrified and awe struck at the same time.
"I think it might have been more than two shots," Caroline said.
"Let her have her fun" she said, as she noticed his dark look, partially from being turned on and partially from being angry at her admirers. She was all his. Only he could look at her. Admire her. Gaze at her all night long.
"Are you kidding me? She is embarrassing herself. She will regret it tomorrow." He said, moving toward her.
She was just about to throw off her shirt when he stepped in alarmed. "Okay. People show time is over."
He said loud enough for her group of admirers to hear.
"But I like it here," she whined.
"Elena. Get down this instant," he ordered her.
Caroline observed him from far, she smirked at how possessive and protective he was over her.
"No," Elena said as she continued dancing earning a hiss from him. When a guy wolf whistled, Damon was this close to go all to go all Khal Drogo and start knife fighting in front of a bunch of people.
"If the girl doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to go," another guy said.
"Oh buddy. You have no idea what you're getting into. This is none of your fucking business." he spat in the most dangerous tone he could muster.
"Oh no," he heard her gasp and lose balance.
He caught her right at that moment. She hid her face in the crook of his neck. He gulped. She inhaled his scent. He smelled so good to her.
He loved it how she fit in his arms like she was made just for him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, immediately concerned.
"We should go home now," Caroline interrupted their moment.
"I will drop you home," he stated.
"That's probably a good idea. I am drunk as hell and I don't think I can handle both of us in this state," Caroline said. Funny, she didn't look drunk at all.
In about five minutes they were at the parking. Butch looked surprised watching him carry the brunette girl he was so obsessed with. He wasn't surprised. It took all control Caroline could muster not to laugh when Butch rolled his eyes. Caroline called shot gun and took the front seat. Damon smirked, he knew what game Caroline was playing and he wasn't complaining as long as he gets to spend more time with this drunk brunette girl.
He almost moaned when she played with the hair on the nape of his neck. "Good thing you randomly bumped into us again this week Damon…" Caroline said.
"Always a pleasure," he retorted.
Butch chuckled.
"Hey. I saw this guy outside my college," Elena said looking at Butch.
Damon turned red. Okay, this was bad.
"Wait. No. Maybe it's not him…" she said, narrowing her eyes.
"Hmm. Interesting," Caroline muttered.
"No. this is the guy who is always standing outside my hospital. Yes, it's definitely you." she suddenly said.
Damon felt his heart race. "Are you sure?" he asked, rather nervously.
"It's a hospital, Miss Gilbert. Of course, you have seen me I mean, I have been having regular appointments with my dermatologist," Butch answered, saving Damon from embarrassment. Damon made a mental note to thank Butch later. Last thing he needed was Caroline on his case.
"What for?"
"Terrible dandruff."
"Eww. Gross." Caroline said.
"You know, it's not a big problem. You don't need medications for dandruff. Use Lemon Juice. Just massage two tablespoons lemon juice into your scalp and rinse with cold water. Lemon's acidity helps balance the pH of your scalp and keeps dandruff at bay. It always worked on Tyler," she said, earnestly.
"Tyler?" he asked, suddenly he stiffened.
"He's her friend." Caroline replied.
Her head fell on his shoulder. Before he knew she was out. He loved the feeling of her. He loved how soft, delicious and caring she was. The car halted indicating his time with Elena was over.
"I can walk," she murmured before he made moment to lift her in his arms. He felt disappointed. She opened the door and went out, stretching. "Home Sweet Home. Oh my gosh, Jeremy. I was supposed to call Jeremy. Thank you, Damon, my handsome knight. Take care. See you around." she said quickly bending down kissing him on his cheek before she ran off to her house, leaving Caroline behind.
"Don't think I don't know what's going on here. But as long as she is happy I don't have any issue," he heard Caroline before she too followed her friend.
Over.
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"You tried to make a fool out of yourself. I come forward sexy as hell and safe you from the embarrassment," he declared, confidently.
"Humph. Whipped ass thinks he is cool," she muttered under breath, loud for him to hear.
"Your body should only be displayed to my eyes," He said.
"I'm not yours,"
"Yes, you are. You belong to me,"
"I don't agree. And my body has been displayed to a lot of eyes."
She noticed how his eyes darkened. He was a little too possessive for her taste but he was a special. Somehow she was just too much attracted to him.
She could see how his jaw clenched. He just couldn't bear the thought of her body displayed to other guys to enjoy. He knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn't help it. Anger swirled inside him. He immediately unlocked his door and went out of the car.
"Hey. Damon. What's wrong?"
"Elena. Just go. I will call Butch to pick me up from here,"
"I am not leaving you here. You have just been through a panic attack…" she reasoned.
"Elena. I don't need your help. Just go"
"Why are you so mad?"
"Elena. Just go,"
"Damon. That was a long time ago, gosh, seriously, you have been my boyfriend for just five minutes and we are already having our first argument as couple on something that happened when the wasn't any trace of you in my life?" she said, annoyed at how childish he was behaving.
He still continued to walk away. She ran up to him and stood in front of him blocking his way. "Why are you being such a butt hurt?"
"because I hate when other guys look at you, I want you all to myself, tell me you're mine. Tell me you belong to me." he shouted.
"Oh don't go all possessive on me mister, I know what you actually are," she replied.
For a second he thought his heart stopped.
"You had been a freaking womanizer for ages and now suddenly you need a relationship and a perfectly innocent girl, well I am sorry but I'm not that, I am not Little Miss Perfect," she growled. She actually growled and it turned him on.
"Excuse me. A womanizer? How would you know anything about me? You barely know me? and don't you dare say that you know this stuff from a tabloid. Not everything they write is correct." he shouted back but not loud enough to scare her.
"There is no smoke without a fire!" she said in a mock sing song tone.
"Don't beat around the bush, Elena. If you want to reject me do it on my face you're just looking for excuses because the idea of a genuine relationship is freaking you out," he growled.
"Where does that came from?" she said.
"One minute I am telling you about my feelings for you and the next minute you start provoking me by telling me that you literally had been naked in front of other guys. Do you know what that do to me. I want to-,"
He never completed what he wanted to say next. 'I want to stalk them all down and kill them for touching what's mine.'
"I am sorry but were you dropped on your head in your childhood or were you just born this stupid? When the hell did I say that?" she shouted, outraged.
"Well, you didn't exactly say that but that's what you meant," he shouted back.
"Are you even listening to yourself? You're throwing a fuss over something so stupid!" she said.
"Yes. I am stupid because I have hell of feelings for you that you will probably never return," he said, pressing his lips.
"You know what I was going to tell you right before you started throwing tantrums like a little girl? I was going to tell you that I had been up thinking about you all night and I was thinking how long you had been on my mind and I realized since the day I met you at the club, I hadn't been able to get you out of my mind," she shouted at him.
"and that even after knowing about your reputation with girls even after knowing that I am not your type. You're still the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing before I fall asleep," she added.
"I don't have a type, If I like you. I like you. I like you a lot more then you could imagine and that makes you pretty special because I normally hate everyone," he said, closing the distance between them.
He inclined his mouth toward her and crashed his lips on hers. They were kissing like their lives depended on it. His tongue slips inside her mouth, gentle but demanding. Her fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. He pushes her backward and before she knew it she was lying down on the grass beside the empty weight of his body on top of hers as his hands roamed on her body wildly.
He rolled her on top of him not breaking the contact. She didn't know why but she couldn't break the contact either kissing him with as much force as he was using. He rolled over again, back on top of her, leaving her mouth so she could breath, his mouth however continued kissing her on her cheeks, her neck and top of her chest. She was about to stop him from going further when his lips captured hers again.
Their tongues fighting for dominance. He had imagined this far too long only the real thing was by far better than his imagination. She was perfect. After a moment of looking at her face and feeling proud being the reason of those swollen lips. He started kissing her again which was initially sweet and slow but in a second he paces up his speed and starting kissing her very fast. She kissed him back but whimpered a little. He opened his eyes, looking at her. Reality hit him, when he noticed his hands on her ass, he was practically making her hips grind against his.
"I am so sorry…" he apologized. " I didn't mean to-,I lost control. I am so sorry."
She silenced him with a quick kiss.
"Don't worry about it, it wasn't that bad," she said with a smirk. Wait, she is smirking now?
"We should probably head home," she said.
"Nov. I like it here. I wanna make out more," he said.
"Well. We can make out in the car,"
"Can we do more than making out?"
She let out a chuckle as she climbed in the car and he followed after he, pushing her down the seat to crawl on top of her.
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"Damon. It's almost 11. Oh God. I didn't even inform Doctor Hampton I was leaving with you. I should call him," she said. He sitting up, nodding and offered her his hand. She smiled, accepting his hand and climbing on to the front seat.
She pulled out her phone, "That's strange." she mumbled.
"It's switched off, battery must have died," she said.
"Use my phone instead," he said, pursing his lips.
"I will call him later,"
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"What were you doing there by the way?" Elena asked, suddenly remembering.
"It's an old warehouse of one of our important client, I had been busy all day with work, I just wanted to check up make sure everything was okay. That place is just not very safe," he said, he needed to explain enough so she wouldn't think he was involved with sudden fire that burned that place down. He couldn't exactly hide it from her since interns from her hospital would probably get dragged in it.
Then again, everyone witnessed Elena's presence in the warehouse. If Rose planned to frame the doctor and his interns for this accident, Elena would probably get dragged in the investigation. No, he wouldn't allow that. He will keep Elena out of trouble, no matter what. He did have a lot of connections on the inside of police department. All he needed to do was make one call and they won't ever dare to touch her.
"Damon,"
"I was asking you something," she added, snapping him out of his plans.
"Sorry I zoned out. What were you asking again?" he said.
"Why do you think that place is unsafe?" she asked.
"It's very old not to mention the labors there are very reckless. I am just getting a very bad vibe. I repeatedly told Slater, our client, that I think we should close down that warehouse, he agrees, but just for the sake of formality we requested a team of doctors to approve whether or not that place or that environment is safe for our labors to work in, you know because of the chemicals and all, you people know how much it affect's brain activities-," he rambled on.
"That's so considerate of you, Damon," she said, smiling sweetly. He immediately felt guilty lying to her like that.
"You're cute when you're caring." She said with a wide smile.
"I am anything but cute!" he said, feeling offended.
He halted her car outside her house.
"You want to come in?"
"Sure," he said.
As soon as they entered, he heard Caroline running toward the door. Her eyes were red and puffy with all the crying.
She came toward Elena and slapped her right on her face.
"What the fuck?" Damon growled, giving Caroline his most dangerous glare.
"Do you have any idea how many times I called you? How can you be so irresponsible? Do you know how much worried we all were? They call me that weird warehouse place you were visiting caught fire and they couldn't find you, do you even realize what you put me through today!" Caroline said in between sobs hugging her friend.
"Fire!" Elena said, her eyes widened.
"Don't tell me you don't know!"
"No. I don't. I was with Damon all the time. I ditched work today!" she said.
"She is fine, Jenna! Please, honey, stop crying now. I'm going to call Miranda now. Yeah, I'll call you in a bit," Alaric said, coming out of the living room.
"Elena. Where were you?" Alaric almost growled.
"She was with me," Damon stepped up, not liking the tone he was using.
"Damon, it's fine."
"Elena." A dark haired boy too came out of living room, relief washed over his face as he saw the girl.
"Thank God. You're okay," he said as he walked toward the girl, hugging her.
Damon's eyes narrowed. Who was he? And Why was he hugging his girlfriend.
"Jer, you're still here," Elena said as she hugged him back.
"Oh. Jeremy Gilbert, Elena's brother." he mumbled to himself. No need to get all worked up.
"Of course, I'm," he said, looking at his sister as he pulled away.
A blonde haired man busted through the door. "I've talked to other officers, there is no dead body inside. They still can't locate-,Elena. You're okay!" he stopped.
"Matt!" she said, a slight disbelieve in her tone.
Something told Damon, he wasn't her brother or her cousin or anyone related to her.
He felt instant hostility toward the guy approaching his girlfriend. Matt hugged her, sighing in relief, Elena too hugged him, leaving Damon to burn in anger and jealousy.
"We were so worried." he said, pulling away, noticing the guy next to her glaring at him as if he snatched his lollypop.
"Elena, Miranda wants to talk to you," Alaric interrupted handing his phone to her.
"Hey. Mum."
"Elena Marie Gilbert. WHERE WERE YOU? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED ME AND YOUR DAD WERE? THAT'S IT. YOU PACK YOUR BAGS THIS INSTANT AND COME BACK NOW," her mum shouted through phone.
"Mum…"
"ELENA GILBERT. I ALREADY TOLD YOU NOT TO ACCEPT EVERY RESEARCH TRIP OFFERED BY HOSPITAL. I CHANGE MY MIND I DON'T WANT A SURGEON. I WANT MY DAUGHTER ALIVE THAT TOO IN ONE PIECE!" her dad shouted.
"Dad! I am okay!" She whined like a teenager.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING. GIVE THE DAMN PHONE TO RIC!" her dad growled.
"Yes. Grayson(pause). Aha (pause)sure (long pause) great (pause and loud arguments) Okay," Alaric said as he hung up.
"Your dad says to pack your bags and get your ass home now, you will be studying college in Mystic Falls now, he says if you don't listen to him he will shoot himself in the skull. So-,"Alaric trailed off.
"but I am fine. I was with Damon. Oh my God. Damon didn't you just told me that you thought warehouse was unsafe. Oh God! I need to go to hospital right away. They must need extra doctors today," she said as she suddenly realized.
"You're not going anywhere now," Caroline shouted.
"This is terrible. I have to get on site now," Damon mumbled.
"It was your warehouse," Caroline said, eyes narrowed.
"No. It's one of his client's warehouse. Damon, did say it was unsafe. I would probably be there too if it weren't for him, I found him just when he was about to have a panic attack, we were heading home but we got (slight blush) busy and now when I'm back you told me about that fire accident-," she ended.
"Wasn't it convenient? Damon, just randomly sees Elena and takes her away from the place that got burnt to the ground leaving both of them safe and sound." Caroline thought.
"Did you knew something like that was about to happen?" Caroline asked, unsure of how her question was coming off.
"Are you listening to yourself. How would I know?" he growled. Secretly scared of how close Caroline was to his identity.
"Care-,"Elena warned, defending him.
"I need to go, Elena. I have to check up on the site, they are probably wondering where I am." he said.
"Take my car," Elena said.
"Okay." He said, pulling her to him, kissing her full on lips in front of her family and also to show Matt guy she was taken.
"Goodnight,"
"Drive safe, please be careful," she said as she kissed him on his lips again and then on his forehead.
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It was quite late when Damon came back to his house. He made his way to his bedroom. It took a lot of time to settle things. Firstly, he gave Rose a piece of his mind for choosing Elena of all interns to be their one victim who would take the fall for accidental fire in the warehouse. In Rose's defense she didn't knew it was his Elena. However, she apologized.
Then he had to deal with police inquiry. And afterwards he made sure Elena's name was off the interrogation list using some of his shady connections. He will have to pay them heavily but she was safe and it was worth it. The thought of her being hurt ran a shiver down his spine.
As if on cue his phone rang. And it was a call from a person he despised.
"Hey Zach,"
"Uhh! My dearest nephew!"
"I am sure Rose must have informed you. Your orders are being followed. Everything is under control. Now if you'll excuse me I need to sleep. I had a long day." He said, roughly.
"Uhh… but I just called and who is this Elena girl I keep hearing about. You never mentioned her to me?" Zach said in a playful tone.
"How do you know about Elena?" Damon replied, suddenly alarmed.
"I know everything Damon. Don't think I have people on your tail just like you have been stalking beautiful Miss Gilbert!" he replied.
He clenched his fist. Of course, Zach would know.
"So. Is she the reason you have been so absent minded lately? You know how much I hate when you don't pay attention to work!" Zach said sweetly yet threateningly.
"Pfft. Really a girl. Elena is just a new game. She is taking her sweet time. I want her and she won't let me touch her. You know me I love the chase." he said dismissively, afraid Zach will catch his lie.
The last thing he needed was Elena involved in their world.
"Um. Yeah," Zach said, somewhat confused.
"I thought the idea of having a good girl in your life might change your perspective of our lifestyle," Zach said, somewhat relieved.
"Really. Huh. She is just another conquest, Zach." he said, relieved too that Zach believed him.
"Good. Different from your usual types, although it's the righteous and covered ones who are better in sheets,"
"Now. If you don't mind actually I don't care if you do, I am going to go now." he said before hanging up.
Damon sighed in relief. That was close. He has to find a way to somehow keep Elena in his life and make sure Zach doesn't get a whiff of what's really going through his mind.
Yes, he was in love with her. Yes, the idea of getting loved by Elena was very attracting but he knew it wasn't safe no matter how much he wanted that typical novel white picket fence ending with her because if she found out about his reality she would hate him.
For now, his top goals were to spend as much as time with Elena without involving her in his world and keeping her safe as far away as possible from Zach. As he fell on his bed, he couldn't help but replay all their kisses in his mind, enjoying that tingly sensations she made him feel by her. He smiled, when his phone beeped.
"Goodnight Damon. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite," he read her text over and over again before replying. He let out a chuckle, taking a deep sigh. "Did she really say that. She's too cute."
"Goodnight, beautiful" he texted her back.
The last thing on his mind before sleep was her eyes.
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Bonnie Bennett stood there, outside Damon Salvatore, her boss's room listening to him as he gloated about his new target to someone. Tears trickled down her cheek as she heard him call Elena a conquest.
No, she won't let him hurt her friend. Her childhood friend. Her only friend. Her best friend.
She will do everything in her power to save Elena from him. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning she will march right down to Elena's street and tell her everything about Damon.
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