Here's another chapter :)
"Elena, are you sure about this?" Bonnie asked nervously from her seat across from Elena in the Grill. They had already finished their plate of chili cheese fries, which Elena was extremely thankful still tasted amazing. After eating that awful sandwich during transition, she wasn't sure that human food would ever taste the same again.
Sighing, Elena shook her head, "I'm not sure about any of this, Bon, but I know I'd rather learn how to control myself now rather than when it's too late, don't you think?"
"But Damon?" She questioned. "Is he really the best person to teach you? What about Caroline or Stefan?"
Elena resisted rolling her eyes at both suggestions. "Caroline has been a pro at control since day one, and Stefan…after everything that's happened, I really don't think I want to learn from someone that spent his whole summer tearing people apart and putting their bodies back together."
She grimaced slightly and nodded, "Right, sorry. I get it. Look, I know I haven't ever been accepting of vampires, but I wouldn't have made you that ring if I didn't trust you. If you think that Damon is the best option, then I believe you."
"I do." Elena told her best friend, but Bonnie had a feeling she was talking about more than just learning how to feed. It was going to take some getting used to on her part that her two best friends were now vampires, but she trusted them both to be responsible and not hurt anyone.
"So where's Damon taking you to do this?"
Elena blew out a laugh, "He was thinking Whitmore college. He was quite amused with the prospect of taking me to visit colleges like any normal person my age."
Bonnie smiled, "Caroline's been talking about Whitmore. I think it's where we're all going to go."
Elena agreed, "It's close to home, which is nice with our families, and it's not hard to get into."
"We'll just have to make a good impression on everyone there when we go that way in the fall we'll already have some friends." Bonnie said playfully.
"We? You're going?" Elena asked, surprised.
She shrugged, "There's a professor there that says he has some of my Grams' stuff from when she taught there and I was looking for a good chance to pick it up."
Grinning, Elena said, "I predict a super fun college party in our future. Think Caroline will be jealous?"
Bonnie giggled, then said a bit more seriously, "Actually, I think Caroline and Tyler have been fighting. She called me in a flurry earlier rushing out some nonsense, but I think I got the gist. By now, I speak Caroline like it's second nature." Elena chuckled and she continued, "Apparently when Tyler was in the Appalachia's, he met some girl there, and they had a thing I guess. Or at least that's what Caroline suspected. So she's been dealing with that on top of Klaus living at Tyler's house, and you know how he's obsessed with her. He was feeding her lies about them to break them up, but this is Caroline, so it's likely she was exaggerating."
"We need to have a girl's night soon." Elena huffed dejectedly. "I feel like I hardly know what's going on in your lives anymore."
Bonnie shrugged sympathetically, "You had a lot going on, Elena, we don't blame you."
"But it doesn't make it untrue." She said sadly. "I'm sorry."
Her friend smiled kindly through her big brown eyes, "It's okay, Elena, really. We'll always be your best friends no matter what."
She smiled, thinking that she really didn't deserve two amazing besties like the two she had. Knowing that she now had their support, she realized that the only person left to make peace with her being a vampire was Jeremy. Well, she had yet to actually talk to Caroline, but she wasn't expecting any explosions or anything like that. Caroline should understand; after all, she didn't have a choice in becoming a vampire either.
Elena smirked, "So do you want to break the news to Damon that we'll have a guest or should I?"
Now it was Elena's turn to ask Bonnie, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Bonnie smiled a little as they stepped out of the Camaro, "If I could spell you out of wanting blood, I would, but I can't, so better you learn this now than at freshman orientation."
Looking around the beautiful campus crawling with students, Elena said, "Assuming college is still in my future."
Coming up behind them, Damon resisted rolling his eyes, "Oh, stop with the pity party. If I can go to college you can go to college."
Bonnie raised an unimpressed brow, "You? Went to college?"
"Sure." Damon brushed her off. "Plenty of times." He recalled the days in the eighties and nineties that he spent crawling around college campuses, having his fun with sorority girls and parties. He'd even gone to classes every once in a while, but that wasn't the part he remembered. He met Bree at college, before he killed her, that is. Recalling the look on Elena's face that he caught when she kissed him, he smirked and threw in, "Always had a thing for sorority girls."
Elena rolled her eyes and Bonnie told him, "You're disgusting."
Flaring his eyes, Damon mock whispered, "I know!"
The two girls turned on their heels and began walking together, while Damon hung back. If the witch wanted to come with them, then she was going to have to get used to him. Even now as he looked around, he couldn't wait to have his fangs buried in the neck of any of the girls he watched, maybe even that hot blonde they just walked past. His eyes shamelessly scanned her body, thinking that she'd be easy to seduce, and sweet on his tongue.
What would be even better would be to have Elena joining him in the feed. And to think it was actually going to happen tonight. He was going to teach her how to enjoy the blood just enough that it didn't make her go crazy like his brother. Just imagining the sight of her fangs glistening with blood, the thick, red liquid dripping down her chin while she smiled had him itching to make it a reality.
The three of them made their way to the class that one Professor Atticus Shane was teaching. He was the man that supposedly had some of Bonnie's grandmother's belongings, and it turned out that he taught a course on the supernatural. Bonnie insisted on sitting in just to see what it was all about, though Damon and Elena hadn't been as thrilled with the idea. Somehow, listening to a stranger lecture two vampires about the supernatural just seemed…too ironic.
So they sat in the darkened classroom, barely able to keep their attention focused long enough to catch one sentence while Bonnie listened attentively. The professor was a younger man, with dark, curly hair, who seemed to know a lot more about the supernatural than could be considered average.
He lectured, "When I say witch, what pops into your head? Halloween costume? Villain of a fairytale? Maybe an ex-girlfriend." There were some light laughs, and Damon rolled his eyes. "Well whatever image it is, it's probably not Danielle Sozo from…"
Elena tuned him out and looked to Bonnie, "Is that him?"
"Yeah." She whispered back.
"He's kind of…"
"Hot?" Bonnie grinned.
Elena stifled a laugh while Damon looked between them. How could they think professor creepy was hot? He was certainly nothing compared to Damon himself, and though it pained him to admit it, even his brother was better looking. Hell, maybe even Donovan!
Professor Shane continued, "Now, in reality—or in this reality at least—witches appeared across every culture in history. They're the architects of the supernatural. Responsible for everything that goes bump in the night." Elena shared a look with Bonnie, silently asking just how much this guy knew about witches. All Bonnie could do was shrug. "From ghosts, to vampires, to doppelgangers…"
Okay, now this was getting weird, Elena thought. Damon leaned over and whispered, "What is this guy, witch-ipedia?"
She laughed softly while Bonnie shushed them. The professor continued, "Now if you're a skeptic you'd call that a coincidence. But if you're a true believer…well, you know there really is no such thing."
While he continued rambling on about the supernatural, Elena couldn't help but think about what would happen tonight when Damon taught her to feed. It was pretty much the only thing on her mind as of lately, especially considering she'd never fed from a human before. She'd only ever had blood bags, and that made her all the more nervous. What if she lost control and Damon couldn't stop her? What if she hurt someone, or worse, killed someone?
She knew Damon had already addressed her fears about being a ripper by telling her that if she was, they'd know, but she still wasn't convinced they'd know until she actually fed from a human.
Leaning over, she voiced her thoughts to Damon in a whisper, "What if I'm a ripper?"
He gave her an exasperated look, "You're not a ripper."
"But what if I am?" She pressed.
Damon knew with certainty that she wasn't, and just the fact that she was worrying about it was enough to make him crazy. "Well then pick someone and we'll find out." He said, resisting smirking at her.
She gave him a hard look and he raised his brows as if telling her to do it. She averted her gaze and looked around the room, but as hard as she tried she couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Is that how it worked? You just picked whoever you wanted to feed from? No guidelines or anything?
Settling her gaze on a guy sitting near the front, twirling his pen around his fingers in boredom, Elena thought he reminded her a little of Matt. Though his gaze was less focused, and he probably wasn't as sweet as her first boyfriend. The more she looked at him, the more it struck her that his gaze was unfocused for a reason other than a boring lecture.
Damon leaned in and said, "Stoner guys are no good to grab. They're too paranoid and you don't want the extra buzz." Elena tried to be appalled at the way he spoke about them like a buffet, but with the thrumming sound of heartbeats all around her, it was getting harder and harder to ignore her growing hunger. Damon motioned to a girl studiously taking notes a couple seats away from him and continued, "Now she is fun-sized, but too alert. Geeky girls are inherently suspicious of anyone who's nice to them. What you want," he threw an arm around her shoulders and pointed to a pretty girl distractedly texting on her phone. His mouth practically brushing against her ear as he spoke, he finished, "Is the little blonde. Pretty girl. Self-absorbed. Easily flattered. You just have to separate her from the pack and make your move."
Nodding, Elena couldn't stop watching the girl. If she tried hard enough, she could pick apart her heartbeat from all the others, and it called to her like a light to a moth.
"Am I interrupting you guys?" Damon and Elena suddenly turned facing forwards again, seeing Professor Shane looking at them. Damon quickly moved his arm, returning it to his side while Elena resituated in her seat. "Or is it maybe the other way around."
Feeling her cheeks burn, Elena spoke up, "Sorry."
Damon smirked, "I was just saying how much I love witches."
Professor Shane stared at him, unmoving for a few seconds before muttering, "You and me both, brother." Because that wasn't creepy at all, Damon thought. There was something about this guy that rubbed him the wrong way. "Alright listen we should probably talk about the reading…" He went on, louder for everyone to hear.
Damon and Elena shared a look, Elena's much guiltier than Damon's, though she still smiled at him.
The class ended a few minutes later with a new reading assignment for those actually enrolled. The lights came back on and everybody began shuffling out of the doors, but Elena still couldn't keep her eyes off of the blonde girl Damon showed her. Bonnie told them she was going to stick behind to talk to Professor Shane, and Damon was all too happy to get rid of her company.
He could see the hungry look on Elena's face, how badly she wanted to drink that girl's blood. It was probably better the witch wasn't around for it anyway. They followed the girl outside, watching as she texted the entire time, scarcely even looking up.
"She's young and healthy, she'll heal up like a charm, just keep your eye on the ball." Damon instructed.
Keep her eye on the ball? Elena shook her head, "It's not a game, Damon."
"Fine, it's not a game. It's a high-stakes dangerous maneuver. Now go, just like we practiced."
Thinking of everything Damon told her while in the car driving here, Elena jogged to catch up with the girl. "Hey, you're in my anthro class, right?"
She furrowed her brows a little but cheerfully said, "Uh, yeah! I guess so."
Making up a lie, Elena said, "I, uh, totally spaced and I forgot to get the reading list. Do you have it?"
"Sure, uh, let me check." She said, typing away on her phone.
Seeing her opportunity, Elena reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, earning her attention. She compelled, "This isn't gonna hurt. Please don't scream."
Damon leisurely looked around to make sure nobody was watching them too closely, but two girls talking to each other wasn't the most suspicious thing in the world. Elena was doing really well so far, and he had high hopes. When he didn't hear her talking or doing anything, he looked over to see her gaze focused on the girl's phone.
Elena noticed the picture of the girl and a much younger girl next to her. "Who's that?" She asked.
Damon cursed her for getting distracted, but sat back and listened. At this point, there was nothing he could do the change what was about to happen. Elena was too caring for her own good.
"That's my little sister."
God, Damon shouldn't even be surprised. Leave it to Elena to let her compassion out do her hunger. The only vampire in history to put a stranger before their bloodlust.
Elena swallowed thickly then compelled her, "Get out of here. Go back to class."
She looked around confused before turning and walking away. Damon rolled his eyes and stormed over to Elena, "The hell are you doing?"
She sighed, "I just…I saw the picture, and I—"
"Everybody is someone's uncle or father or camp counselor or bible study teacher Elena, you don't know these people! Why do you care?"
"I care because I'm still me! I still have the same feelings, Damon." Elena told him. While becoming a vampire changed a lot of things, she wasn't going to let it change who she was. She was still the same person, who felt all of the same things, everything was just a bit more amplified.
And Damon knew that, but if he didn't push her into this, then she was never going to survive as a vampire. If she hated what she was, she'd be miserable, no matter what. That's what he had to work on. He had to help her learn to enjoy everything there was about vampirism, or else she'd lose herself.
Just as Damon was coming up with a reply, Bonnie showed up. "What's going on?"
Unable to bite back the sarcasm, Damon said, "Nothing. Elena's educating me on the importance of feelings."
Ignoring him, Elena asked Bonnie, "Did you talk to the professor?"
She smiled, "Yeah, he has my Grams' stuff in his office so he's gonna give it to me. Oh, and I found this."
She held up a poster with scripted bloody letters spelling out 'Murder House: come as your favorite victim or killer.'
A party.
Damon's eyes lit up, "Oh, nice, you answered all of our problems. A frat party. Douche. Central." He rubbed his hands together and smirked, "Which is why, you'll be eating very well tonight." Bonnie looked at him disgusted while Elena held back an eye roll. "So what should we go as?" Settling his gaze on Bonnie, "Victims, or killers?"
"Damon." Elena chided, raising a hand to his bicep.
He rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll decide. Why don't you two hang around campus, meet people, have some fun, play some Frisbee, kick a hacky sack, and I'll go find our costumes."
Sharing a look with Bonnie, Elena silently asked for a minute alone with him and she understood immediately. "I'm gonna go check out the courtyard."
When she was out of earshot, Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's waist and asked, "Can't you at least pretend to like her?"
"Maybe if the Wicked Witch of the West decided to hang up her broom and become Glinda the Good Witch for a day or two." He quipped, an arm around her shoulders.
Elena knew that they were never going to best friends, or even friends, but if they could at least tolerate each other without throwing insults through the air, that was enough for her. Come to think of it, Elena had been so worried about becoming a vampire that she never considered what people would think of her and Damon.
Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that nobody really knew what was going on between her and the Salvatore brothers. They all probably thought that she was still with Stefan, but what would they do when they found out she was working on her relationship with Damon?
That thought made her drop her arms from around his waist and change the subject, "So you're going to find our costumes?"
"I'll be back before you know it." Damon winked, earning a smile.
He disappeared in the next second and Elena made her way back over to Bonnie. She was talking to another girl by a large fountain, thankfully distracted from watching her and Damon. Elena couldn't imagine a scenario in which Bonnie would be okay with her and Damon dating…
Luckily she was able to distract herself for the rest of the afternoon. The two girls walked around campus and familiarized themselves with where all of the buildings were, since they were going to be going there in the fall. While Elena felt like college was pointless now that she was a vampire, being there was really helping her get into the spirit of things. They even video chatted Caroline and talked for a good hour about college, enthusing about everything from boys to their dorm room. It really helped to get her excited for college.
When Damon showed up later that evening with three costumes in hand, neither girl questioned just how he obtained them. Especially with how elaborate the vintage outfits were.
By the time they finished getting ready, it was already dark out. It wasn't hard to find the frat house either, what with the giant sign saying 'Murder House' and the deafening music blaring from every direction. The front doors were swung wide open to let people come and go as they liked, and all of the lights were off aside from the flashing blue and red party lights. People were strewn across the lawn, dressed in all sorts of costumes dripping in fake blood and gore, which made their plans for tonight all the more appropriate.
Just in time for Halloween.
Damon walked with Elena on one arm and Bonnie on the other, leading them up to the front door. Getting invited in was going to be tricky, but that would be the hardest part. They stepped onto the porch and a guy approached them, wearing glow stick necklaces and bracelets and holding cups of alcohol.
"Hey, I'm Frankie. I'm assuming serial killer…" He smiled, looking at Damon.
"I'm Jack, and these are the two lovely ladies I just…rippered." He said, taking the plastic cup of alcohol from the guy as he handed it to him. Elena took another, but Bonnie declined.
Frankie said, "Welcome to the Murder House. Come on in, Bloody Mary's free until midnight. Enjoy yourselves."
Damon smirked at how easy getting an invite was, then tipped off his hat, "Hat's off to these idiots." Glancing around the house as they walked inside, Damon spotted none other than Professor Shane standing at the half landing of stairs, "Oh look, it's Professor Creepy."
Bonnie immediately defended him, "His name is Professor Shane, and he's not creepy." The smile he was shooting them said otherwise, but Damon kept his mouth shut. "I'm gonna go talk to him."
"You do that." Damon said, thankful to get Elena all to himself. That was the whole point of them coming, after all. Elena linked her arm back through his as they began walking through the various rooms all filled with college students. "Inebriated sleaze balls all covered in blood. Come on, pick one."
There were so many options, so many temptations, Damon was excited to find his own victim for the time being before moving on to the next, but first he had to help Elena.
She looked around the room at every person, seeing a guy with a fake knife through his head and another girl in all white carrying a fake sword. All of the fake blood, while it didn't smell as tantalizing as it looked, it thrilled a dark part of her that craved the gore.
Her eyes then settled on a guy just as he dropped something into the drink of the girl he was talking to when she wasn't looking. She said, "I think I found one."
"Roofie guy?"
She nodded, "Mhm."
"Nice choice. Go get him."
Hearing Damon's approval, she made her way over towards him. 'Accidentally' bumping her shoulder into his, she apologized, "I'm sorry." Then, putting on her best seductive look, she looked up at him through her lashes, "Drink?"
With no hesitation, he grinned, "Sure."
She walked past him, sending him a sultry smile with no doubt that he would follow. She found an empty room that was hardly bigger than a closet, but she suspected was an office of some sort. Sipping her drink she waited the few seconds it took him to show up.
She set down her drink and he asked, "Great party, right?"
Grinning from the excitement she felt at the chase, she agreed, "Yeah." He leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed against his chest a little too hard and slammed him up against the wall. He didn't look fazed at all as she compelled, "You're not gonna make a sound."
Was this what hunting always felt like? It satisfied her hunger in a way she never knew, making her all the more desperate to taste her victim's blood. His heart was beating loudly in his chest and she could smell the small amount of fear emanating from him. She didn't know how she knew it was fear, but the second she released her fangs it was so overwhelmingly obvious that he was afraid.
Without any reluctance, she sank her teeth into his neck where the pull of blood was the strongest. The sweet liquid hit her tongue and slid down her throat, feeding her body and replenishing all of her senses. It tasted so much better than from a bag, and the pure desire she felt for it was unrivaled by anything else she'd ever felt.
"Now remember, the idea is not to kill him." Damon's voice came from behind her, and while she heard it and knew he was right, she made no move to show she heard him. She continued feeding, drinking greedily and hungrily gulp after gulp as her body convinced her to take more. It was intoxicating, everything from the way she lured him away from the crowd to tearing her teeth into his flesh. "Elena." Damon said again when she still didn't stop. "Step away from the ledge." He continued, ready to pull her off of him. "Elena!" He whispered a bit angrily.
Finally, she threw her head back away from his neck, blood coating her lips, chin, and dripping down her neck and chest. She gasped for air as the euphoria of the feed filled her senses, igniting feelings inside of her that felt too good to question or even care about. She felt as light as a feather, like she was walking on air, and she knew in that moment that she was never going to go back to animal blood.
Any care she had about being a ripper vanished, and she found that it was actually quite easy to control herself when the promise of other bodies was so abundant. She looked into the guy's eyes and said, "Leave, and forget about this." As her vampire features went away, so did his memory of what she had done. She didn't even have to worry about healing him either, because they were in a Murder House.
She smiled to herself as he walked out, and Damon complimented, "Nice touch. How do you feel?"
Wiping the blood on the back of her hand, she grinned, "I feel good!" Damon looked just as excited as her, with his eyebrows raised and his eyes sparkling with happiness. She threw her arms around him in a hug and giggled, the feeling too good to keep to just herself. His arms wrapped around her waist and as her inner demon called to her, the sound of the party outside came drifting back to her. Lifting her head from the crook of his neck, she brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, "I want more."
Damon's eyes opened as the phrase awakened the darkest parts of him. This was the Elena that she had to learn to embrace if she wanted to survive. The girl in his arms was no longer sweet and innocent, but she had tasted blood at its finest and she was hungry for more. That feeling that he could see shining in her eyes, that ecstasy and elation was like a high. It wouldn't last long, but they had hundreds of willing bodies around them and the rest of the night to revel in every last drop.
His demon roared to the surface, hungry both for blood and for this new part of Elena. God, he loved her so much. Seeing her like this was like his wildest dream come true. Now, they could bask in the rapture of the hunt, feed, and kill together, losing themselves to each other, and if that wasn't the hottest thought he'd ever had, then he wasn't Damon Salvatore.
Minutes passed of the same routine, and once Elena had successfully fed from two other people, he sent her off on her own to enjoy the party while he indulged in his own desires. They fed from everyone they could get their hands on, the hunger never quite satisfied completely. Male, female, freshmen, seniors, drunk, sober, victims, killers, everyone was an option, and nobody was safe. Their costumes had lost some of the accessories as their inhibitions lowered and the temperature got higher. Damon abandoned his jacket, cane, and hat on a chair and unbuttoned his collar so a good portion of his chest was exposed. Elena left her light cardigan strewn across a table, leaving her just in the tight corset dress, fishnet stockings, and stiletto boots.
Elena was high on blood like it was the best drug in the world, and her brain no longer processed any thoughts. There was no more thinking, only doing. If she wanted something, she did it. She wanted that girl's blood, so she grabbed her by the wrist while dancing to the music and compelled her not to scream, then greedily bit her neck and drank until she couldn't remember her own name beyond the blood.
She had never felt anything like it before, anything so thrilling, invigorating, and euphoric. It was more amazing than anything she'd ever felt before, and there was only one thing that could make it better. Intent on getting just that, she bounced around the dance floor to the beat and scanned her eyes through the crowd for Damon. She found him fangs deep in some girl, pressed up against the wall.
The sight made her pause as an unwanted feeling rocketed through her. She could smell the girl's arousal clear as day, and it made her fangs drop against her will in rage. She blurred over to them, not caring if anyone saw(they were probably too drunk to notice anyways), and nestled herself against Damon's side to press her mouth against the other side of the girl's neck. She was too pretty for Elena's liking, and she wanted her hands off of Damon approximately ten years ago.
Damon was surprised to see her feeding from the same girl, but something about it just made the action all the more intimate. He was barely keeping it together as it was, watching her go around like she was on top of the world for a change. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted her before, but she was going to have to be the one that made a move. He knew that she wasn't in her right mind right now with the blood clouding her thoughts, and he wouldn't take advantage of her, but he wouldn't object either.
Suddenly he heard the girl's heart flutter from weakness, and he pulled away. Elena did as well, surprising him, but one look at the murderous expression on her face towards the girl had him rethinking his costume choice in making her a victim. There was more real blood coating her chin, neck, and chest than fake, and Damon figured the same went for him as well. He hadn't exactly been trying to be neat when it didn't matter in the slightest.
Before Elena could do something she'd regret, he compelled the girl to forget what had happened and she walked away. Wiggling his brows at her, Damon took Elena's hand in his and pulled her towards the dance floor. Her mood was quickly recovered when she smiled at the sight of him dancing. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her against his hard body and they began rubbing against each other to the beat.
Through hooded eyes, Elena swiped her finger over his chin, collecting some of the blood and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes fell shut as she licked every last drop off, and when she looked back at Damon the lustful look he was sending her nearly made her snap. Once again not thinking of anything but her desires, she gathered some of the blood that had dripped between her breasts, Damon's eyes following every movement. Then, she brought her index and middle fingers to his lips, gasping as he sucked them into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them.
If she wasn't turned on to the point of pain before, she was now. And Damon knew it. He could smell it, and it had his pants beyond uncomfortably tight. He pulled her even closer against him so she could feel just how turned on he was, and he nearly lost it all in his pants when she moaned at the feeling and sensually rubbed against his hardness.
He blurred them across the room and shoved her against the wall, picking her up by her ass so her legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth attacked hers like he was trying to drink blood from the most enticing human he'd ever met, and she met him nip for nip, thrust for thrust, and passion for passion. He ground his arousal against her hot center and she whimpered, throwing her head back into the wall.
Never before had being with someone like this felt so…arousing. It was unlike any other sexual experience she'd had, not that she'd had much, but it was nearly impossible to stop. All she wanted was to strip him naked, cover him in blood, and lick up every, last, drop until he was begging her to touch him.
It was sinful; it was erotic; it was fucking beautiful.
Unable to control herself, her fangs dropped and she buried them in Damon's neck. He tensed against her briefly before pressing into her even harder. For Elena, Damon's blood was better than all of the human blood she just drank combined. It tasted sweet and tangy, but best of all, it tasted like him. If she thought that human blood was good, she had no idea what she was missing. Vampire blood hadn't tasted like this when she was human, but now that she wasn't, she wished it had. She would have drank Damon's blood willingly every single time he forced it on her had she known this is what it could be like.
For Damon, having his sweet Elena bite him in the throes of passion was it. It was never going to get any better than feeling her fangs in his neck, pulling the blood from him and making it nearly impossible to think about anything other than the love and lust he felt for her. Without thinking, he lowered his head to her pulse point and bit into her vein just as she had to him.
Had he thought that tonight would end in blood sharing between them? Hell no. But was he going to complain when everything he ever wanted was in his arms and more than willing? Hell no.
However, what he hadn't been expecting was his bite to be Elena's literal undoing. She cried out into his neck as her body shook and tensed from her orgasm. Damon had never seen a more perfect sight in his life. He held her tightly to keep her elevated as she fell apart in the darkened corner of a room filled with people. Her screams were muffled against his neck, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to fight off his release either if she kept lapping at the blood dripping from his wound.
He had her back in the room where she had first lured the roofie guy faster than she could blink with the door closed behind them and he panted, "If you don't stop then I can promise I'm going to need a change of pants."
Barely hanging on to reality by a thread from the human blood, blood sharing, and orgasm, Elena didn't even have the energy to try to control herself. She was unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down while he set her on her feet. She dropped to her knees without thinking twice, and grasped his long, thick erection in her small hand. It wasn't like she hadn't seen it before, though it hadn't been hard so she hadn't seen just how big he was. She pumped her hand up and down his length and wrapped her lips around his tip.
Like it was even possible to stop her at this point, Damon gripped her hair as he found his own release, thrusting into her mouth as he spilled down her throat. He fell back against the wall as Elena swallowed it all up, then she stood and tucked him back into his pants. Damon pulled her in for a kiss, but kept it much slower than their previous ones. This time, he made sure to show her just how much he loved her.
"Did that really just happen?" Elena whispered when they separated.
Damon nodded, "Yes." She swallowed thickly. Forcing himself not to jump to conclusions at her tone, he asked, "How do you feel about that?"
"I feel like that was definitely too soon, but…I can't seem to care. It felt good."
"Yeah?"
She grinned, "Yeah."
He smiled and nodded towards the door, "What do you say, one more feed and we get out of here?"
Now that she was much more in her own mind, she returned his smile, "Sounds perfect."
They walked back out into the party only to be stopped dead in their tracks by a glaring Bonnie. Her arms crossed, she was standing in front of the door looking angry as all hell. Looks like that last feed was going to take a rain check.
Not knowing how much she knew of what just happened but also not really caring, Damon smirked, "Bring around the broom, witchy, it's time to bounce."
Without waiting for a response, he began walking towards the door with the two girls following him. The cool night air was like a breath of common sense as he realized what they had done in there. But Elena had liked it. She hadn't regretted it like he'd feared for a few seconds.
Elena cowered under the judgmental stare of her best friend, and she cursed herself for not filling her in on the nature of her romantic life prior to tonight. She had no idea that feeding could be so…drugging. Had she had an idea that something like that could happen, she would have warned Bonnie that she and Damon were becoming a thing. She wasn't quite sure what yet, but tonight only solidified her feelings. Damon was the only man for her, and she doubted anyone else would ever come anywhere close to him.
She used any scrap of fabric that wasn't bloodstained, which wasn't much, to wipe the blood from her chin and neck. Normally she wouldn't care, but she felt like she had to hide it for Bonnie's sake, even though she had known what was going to happen tonight.
Then Elena realized something. While she cared what Bonnie thought of her, she also wasn't going to apologize for becoming a vampire. Did she want this? No, but she sure as hell wasn't going to mope around about it when there was nothing that could be done to change it. She reminded herself of the mantra that's been going through her head since turning.
If they don't like her decision to live, then they don't love her as much as she thought.
Bonnie's voice stopped her, "I knew this was a bad idea, Elena. You shouldn't have listened to Damon. He makes everything he wants sound like a good idea."
At his defense, Elena argued, "This wasn't his fault, Bonnie, it was my decision too."
"Only because he took advantage of the fact that your emotions are heightened and you can't control the bloodlust yet! What is Stefan going to think about this?"
Now was as good a time as ever, Elena thought bitterly. She hadn't wanted everything come out like this, on the lawn of a frat house at one in the morning while covered in blood and with Damon a few feet away, but she had to play the cards she was dealt.
"Stefan and I are over. We have been since before I turned. With everything going on, I hadn't had the chance to tell people yet."
"I figured as much." Bonnie said. She had noticed the way that Stefan hadn't been hanging around as much. "But that doesn't make it okay to let Damon drag you out here, get you high on blood, and push things too far."
"Damon didn't do any of this, I still have a mind for myself." Elena ground out. She got that nobody liked Damon, but she did, and he treated her the way she deserved to be treated. She loved him, and while she maybe wasn't ready to admit that to his face, she had admitted it to herself.
"Do you?" Bonnie asked cynically. "Because you sure don't seem to be using it." Moving to stand right in front of Damon, Bonnie continued, "You were supposed to be helping her, and you let her get completely out of control."
Damon rolled his eyes, "She wasn't out of control, she was having fun."
"She was acting like a different person!"
"She is a different person!" Damon hit back, annoyed at the way everyone has been treating her. "She's a vampire! We're a predatory species, we enjoy the hunt, the feed, and the kill, and when the guilt gets too bad, we switch off our humanity, and we revel in it."
He moved his gaze over Bonnie's shoulder to look at Elena, noting that she looked thankful that he was saying something. She didn't deserve to have to take the heat of her judgmental friend, not when none of this was her choice.
Bonnie, her glare cold and steely, asked, "Is that what you want? For her to be like you?"
Damon scoffed, "She already is like me." His anger steadily creeping up knowing how little she thinks of him after all this time, he continued, "And you know makes me able to drink my fill, and leave someone breathing and not rip their head off like my brother, is that I can revel in it. I can make it fun."
If her friends were going to understand her transition, then they had to understand that he wasn't going to treat her like the porcelain doll his brother would. If it were Stefan here right now, he wouldn't have let Elena feed off of more than one or two people before ditching. He wouldn't be able to control himself, and when Elena realized that she wanted more, he would have given her some bullshit answer about how feeding from people is wrong.
Well newsflash, either you feed or die, and the sooner she learned to have fun with it, the better. They didn't hurt anyone tonight, they didn't reveal themselves, all that happened was they had some fun, and he wasn't going to let Bonnie judge them for that. She couldn't keep acting like Elena was the same girl she used to be. Even Elena knew that she was different now, and she accepted it. It was why she agreed to come with him tonight.
Bonnie storming away, Elena was left standing in shock with Damon awkwardly a few feet in front of her. She closed her eyes and fought back the tears, taking a few breaths.
"Elena…" Damon tried, knowing that while tonight they took things too far, he wouldn't change a thing.
She shook her head and gently said, "Not now, Damon. I just—I…"
Damon smelled the saltiness of her tears as soon as the first one fell. Needing to make her feel better, Damon moved in front of her and pulled her in against his chest. She never started sobbing, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and sniffled into his neck.
It struck him then and there that her friends were never going to be okay with them together. While he didn't care about them, she did, and if they didn't approve then she wasn't going to be happy. He debated on what he could do to change their opinions. What he could say, how he could prove that he would be good for her. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to try and make her friends like him, but he'd do anything for her. He'd walk to the ends of the earth just to hear her heartbeat through a telephone.
"I'm sorry about earlier, Elena, I should have had better control knowing—"
"No, Damon, don't you dare apologize for anything." She said, pulling back to look at him. "You were right, we were having fun, and Bonnie needs to understand that I'll never be that same human girl again. You didn't do anything wrong. I knew going into this that it wasn't going to be easy. When have we ever been easy? I know what the risks are, but I think you're worth them. You make me happy, and right now, that's all that matters to me."
He couldn't stop himself from dropping a chaste kiss on her lips. Then he felt her smile into the kiss, her hands fiddling with the button on his shirt at the base of his sternum. When he pulled away, he said, "Time to get back to reality?"
She smiled softly, "Unfortunately. Sometimes I wish that I could just pick up everything and leave for a few weeks."
"Only sometimes?" Damon teased as they walked back to his car.
She giggled, "Okay, all the time."
"Now that, I believe."