Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Warning for smut.
Damon and Elena returned to Damon's room once the magic had been done and Bonnie had agreed to secretly help Stefan and Caroline get together. It was late and Damon and Elena wanted plenty of rest, tomorrow was Friday and they'd decided to go to a club in the evening, to find out how they could stop Bonnie experiencing the feed with them. But before they went to bed, there was something they needed to do.
They'd put off reading the letters until they were alone and not expected to make an appearance. Miranda knew enough about the prophesy to have written one to Damon as well, meaning she was either going to give him the mother-in-law spiel from the grave, or some sage advice. Whatever it was, they decided to open his letter first, as they expected it to be less personal, therefore less emotional on Elena's part.
Once they were showered and ready, they climbed under the sheets and sat up to read the letters. Damon put his arm around Elena and brought her into him so she could see her mother's handwriting while he read the words out. As he gently opened the letter, he realized he'd never been so nervous about opening a letter before. Once opened, he unfolded the piece of paper inside, and began to read.
Dear Damon
If you are reading this letter, it means I was unsuccessful in my attempts to persuade Grayson to be more tolerant of vampires. Although, it shouldn't come as a surprise considering his history, and you of all people should understand why my task was almost impossible. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him, even if it is only for Elena's benefit. If you love her as much as I know you will, I'm sure the task shouldn't be too much for me to ask of you.
"What is she talking about?" Elena interrupted.
"I'll tell you after we've read the letter." Damon sighed, knowing this conversation wasn't something he could put off much longer. There were too many ties in their life leading back to the Augustine's, and Elena needed to be prepared for what might potentially be coming their way. For the moment however, he was content to continue reading.
Although this needs no saying, but as Elena's mother, you can appreciate it is my job to say it, please take care of Elena and my grandchild. I know this was something you never expected, and going through your history, I doubt becoming a father was something you ever really wanted. Vampirism and fatherhood don't usually go hand in hand. This letter to you is my gift of the advice your own mother was never able to give you.
I beg that you do not maim or kill any of her future boyfriend's for breaking her heart, dating her or kissing her. She must be allowed a normal childhood, be a normal teenager and learn from normal mistakes. Do not use vampire blood to heal her, it won't work. I strongly recommend you do not tell her you are vampires until she is old enough to understand. And even then it might be an idea to be creative with the truth of your past.
I know you will be the best father and best husband. I just wish I was there to help you in person. Instead, I have kept copies of Grayson's journals. You may not appreciate his treatment of vampires, but he was a good father, and somewhere in them, there may be some sage words of advice. They are in the loft if you feel the need for help, as I believe your own father was not much of a role model in that area.
Sheila will be able to guide you through any issues you have with her powers as she grows older and stronger.
I'm sad we never had the opportunity to get to know one another, but I trust you will take good care of my daughter and granddaughter.
Miranda
Damon and Elena sat in silence for a moment before Damon spoke.
"What were Ric and my mom talking about regarding dad's research?" she asked.
Damon took a deep breath. He'd been waiting for this question ever since Ric had mentioned it. As he couldn't lie to Elena, he decided to give her the truth from the beginning.
"Way back in 1942, I was in New Orleans, where Stefan and Lexi caught up with me." he told her. "Stefan was off to join the war effort, and I decided it would be a great idea to join him." he said. "I enlisted, but as I arrived at the station to meet him, Lexi stopped me."
"Why?" Elena asked.
"Stefan was recovering from his ripper binge in the twenties." Damon explained. "She thought I would be a bad influence. Me not feeling guilt and all." he shrugged. "So I didn't go." he said sadly. "I put Stefan's needs above my own, although I doubt that's how he saw it at the time."
"Does Stefan know you did it for him?" Elena asked as Damon nodded.
"He does now, although that is a fairly recent development." he grimaced.
"And Lexi never told him?" Elena frowned.
"Lexi's method of making Stefan feel like the good guy, was by making me out to be the bad brother." Damon lowered his eyes. "Eventually I lived up to her expectations." he spat.
"So what happened next?" Elena asked.
"Stefan and I lost touch, until 1953, when I heard he was back in Mystic Falls." Damon told her. "I went to visit, but he was out. Instead, someone in my family sold me out to the Augustines in 1953. Every day, this nut job Dr. Whitmore tortured us, cut into us, took pieces of our eyes out, pushed us to every limit he could imagine, and he had quite the imagination."
"How long were you there?" Elena said slowly.
"Five years, give or take." Damon replied sadly.
"Damon, how did you not go crazy?" Elena asked, completely shocked by this revelation.
"Believe it or not, I made a friend." Damon smiled. "His name was Enzo. "He was a soldier in Europe during World War II." he explained.
"How did he end up there?" she asked.
"Dr. Whitmore was working in a battlefield hospital when he discovered Enzo was a vampire, so he drugged him, locked him in a coffin to ship him overseas." Damon told her. "He'd been here for ten years by the time I joined the party. They would torture us, cutting out our eyes, creative surgery on our livers, kidneys... I'm sure you get the picture."
Elena frowned. "I know that my dad was a vampire hunter, but he was also the town doctor. He was kind and gentle and loving. He wouldn't be part of a place that would cut someone's eyes out." she said sadly.
"People are full of surprises Elena." Damon said sadly as Elena buried her face in her hands shaking. "Oh, hey." Damon took her hand. "Hey. Look at me. Hey." he said softly as Elena looked up at him. "I forgive him okay?" he said as she nodded, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"Damon, how did you survive all those years?" she asked.
"Enzo's friendship kept me alive, he gave me a reason to hang on to my humanity..." Damon swallowed.
"But you were here for 5 years." Elena frowned. "Didn't Stefan try and rescue you?" she asked.
"In the first year, I'd thought he might try and rescue me. He didn't." Damon shrugged. "Once I escaped, there was no point in giving him more to feel guilty about, so I never told him what happened. I never told anyone. I don't even know how the Gemini Coven knew all about this." he said.
"Maybe my mom found out when she found out about dad's research." Elena suggested.
"Could be." Damon agreed.
"Well at least you managed to escape." Elena smiled. "How did you do it?" she asked.
"They let us out of the basement once a year." he explained. "Every New Year's Eve, the Augustine people had a little cocktail party with a vampire buffet on the side. We were weak from vervain injections...half-starved from living on a glass of blood a day, chained up like animals. This little annual shindig is where Dr. Whitmore got to show all of his Augustine friends what he'd found in his research." Damon told her. "He let his guests drink from us to demonstrate the healing power of vampire blood. But on the plus side, that's how Enzo came up with his plan. You see, our daily ration of blood was barely enough for one vampire to survive on, but if one of us were to drink two rations every day for the next year, he'd be able to build up his strength so that by the time New Year's Eve came around again that one vampire would be ready to fight." he said. "We tossed for it, metaphorically speaking and I won."
"So, did it work?" Elena frowned.
"More or less." Damon said quietly.
"How did you get out?" Elena asked.
"It doesn't matter, Elena." Damon sighed. "I got strong, I got out. It wasn't pretty. That's all you need to know." he said. "Now why don't we read your letter." he suggested.
"Not yet." Elena shook her head. "You were tortured Damon. My mom is asking too much of you to forgive my father." she said, tears springing to her eyes. "I'm not sure if I can either."
"Hush..." Damon put a finger to Elena's lips. "Your father never tortured me. So there's nothing for me to forgive. Plus I refuse to believe anyone can be that unlucky to have two fathers as bad as John Gilbert." he smiled.
"What happened to your friend...Enzo?" Elena asked. "Did he get out?"
"There was a fire, and we got...separated, so to speak." Damon told her uncomfortably. "I couldn't get him out. So I decided there was no point in both of us dying, so I did the only thing I knew I could to save myself." he said.
"What was that?" Elena took his hand in hers.
"I flipped the switch." Damon told her. "Tried to turn it back on in the nineties, but it didn't work. It was still off the night I met you." he said quietly.
"And yet you didn't kill me." Elena said slowly. "Why?" she asked.
"The moment you asked me what I wanted, I realized it was possible for someone out there one day to care about me." Damon tucked a piece of hair behind Elena's ear. "It was you who gave me back my humanity." he told her as he bent down and kissed her. "You gave me the greatest gift ever. You gave me love." he rested his forehead against hers. "Now before I start getting too mushy or decide to kiss every square inch of your delectable, non-cloaked body, you need to start reading that letter from your mom." he told her.
Elena sighed and sat up. "Okay." she agreed, opening the envelope and taking out the letter.
Stefan was waiting for Caroline in the parlor after everyone had gone to bed. The news of his mother had shook him to the core. Even more so when he found out she was also a ripper. He was beginning to wonder if it was something in his genes that made him be that way once he turned. Stefan wanted to talk to Damon about this, but his brother had other problems, the main being something to do with some letters Elena's mom had written to the both of them.
Fortunately for him, his hearing wasn't as good as Damon's due to his diet. However the up side was he didn't get disturbed by hearing people making a lot of noise. Also when a vampire was focused on something, like Damon and Elena were at that moment, he knew any conversation he and Caroline would have wouldn't be overheard.
Suddenly Caroline appeared, walking through the front doors, looking fresh and far happier than she had the last time he'd seen her. She sat down on one of the couches in front of the fire, which was lit and crossed her legs and held her hand out.
"Drink." she demanded. "If I'm offering tea and sympathy on a shitty day like today, I'm going to need alcohol to fuel my advice." she smiled as Stefan got up and poured them both a glass of whiskey before handing one to Caroline and sitting down on the couch opposite her.
"Thanks for coming over." Stefan smiled. "I would have talked this over with Damon, but... he's busy looking after Elena right now." he told her.
"So instead you asked me." Caroline surmised with a raised eyebrow as Stefan simply nodded. "So, what did Ric say that was so bad you needed someone to talk to at this hour?" she asked.
"My mother is alive." Stefan said as Caroline's eyes widened with shock. "She's a vampire."
"Seriously?" Caroline said. "She's been a vampire all of this time and never once visited you?" she asked.
"I think she did, once." Stefan admitted. "Just after she died I thought I saw her. We put it down to a dream at the time. I thought she was an angel." he smiled wistfully before sighing. "More like angel of death." he spat.
"Was that a wise idea, visiting her kids just after turning?" Caroline asked. "That could have ended badly." she frowned. "I take it she must have had some serious self control."
"Actually she didn't." Stefan shook his head. "She's a ripper, like me." he told her.
"Oh." Caroline replied, not knowing what else to say, fortunately Stefan saved her the trouble.
"She fell in with the wrong crowd and ended up in one of the Gemini Coven's time portals, they call them prison cells." he told her.
"Was she really that bad?" Caroline asked him. Stefan nodded. "I'm guessing the ripper gene must run in the family." she suggested.
"That's what I thought." Stefan told her. "If only she knew she could survive on the bunny diet, maybe the Gemini coven would set her free. As long as I promise to keep an eye on her." he said excitedly.
"And if they don't agree to it?" Caroline said slowly.
"Well, we'll have to find another way." Stefan smiled. "Look I don't want to get Damon involved in all of this. Maybe wait until all of this Silas business is over. But there has to be a way to get her out." he said hopefully.
"Do you really want to see your mom?" Caroline asked. "She did kinda abandon you."
"She abandoned us to protect us." Stefan told her. "She could have killed us had she have stayed close by. I refuse to believe she just left because she no longer cared." he shook his head.
"So what do you want to do?" Caroline asked.
"We need to get in with the coven." Stefan told her. "We need to find out who they are when we start at Whitmore. Then look for whatever it is that can get her out of there."
"You really think you can save her from being a ripper?" Caroline asked.
Stefan thought for a moment. "Yeah, I think I can." he said.
"Then I'll do whatever you need me to do to help." she smiled.
Elena slowly opened the piece of paper and saw her mother's handwriting. It took her all of her strength to not cry immediately, however, she swallowed hard and began to read out loud.
Dear Elena
If you are reading this, it means I couldn't talk your dad around regarding his prejudice of vampires. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him for his beliefs. It was the way he was raised as a Founder. I hoped I could change him, but the hatred ran too deep.
I'm sorry I'm not there to support you now, when you need me the most. Trust me, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than sat talking this over with you, seeing the world through your eyes, so to speak.
I guess you already know about John and Isobel being your real parents. We we're going to wait until you turned sixteen, but then John told us Isobel had become a vampire, and we knew you eventually might try to find her, so we decided to wait a little longer, at least until you were eighteen.
The reason I am writing this letter to you is to let you know about my journals. They are currently with the Gemini Coven, once you have read this, the Guardian Destroyer can have them sent to you. We believe this person is likely to be Alaric Saltzman as he was drawn to the Petrova line. In those journals is my advice on how to cope with parenthood and pregnancy. Even if I can't be there in person, I will still be able to give you advice.
I briefly met Damon once at the boarding house. There was a solar eclipse and people were viewing it from there. At the time, other than me, nobody realized Damon and Stefan were vampires. I went along out of curiosity, to see the man who would one day become my son-in-law and the father of my granddaughter. I found him very handsome, charming, flirty and funny. He showed me how to look at the eclipse without hurting my eyes. However, when I touched him, I had a bad feeling about him. He was cold and ruthless. I suspected he had his humanity switch flipped at the time. This was confirmed later that day, with what happened at the boarding house and all. The one glimmer of hope I saw was when he was talking to Liz Forbes of all people. She seemed very taken with him. I know he sent her home to protect her from himself, a protective instinct even though his humanity was off. I'm going to go out on a limb and say he and Liz are friends.
As you are not, nor have you ever been a witch, I have entrusted Sheila Bennett to help the both of you with that aspect of raising your daughter.
Elena, I am so sorry for leaving you and Jeremy without parents. Silas is too dangerous, and I'm not putting yours or Jeremy's lives at risk by allowing him to be raised. If that means mine and your father's deaths, then so be it. If it saves your lives, it will have been worth it. The love of a parent is unconditional. You and Jeremy are my world and I love you both.
I hope I will remain forever in your heart.
Mom.
Tears streamed down Elena's face as Damon took her in his arms and stroked her hair. This was the reason they had wanted to wait until they were alone to read the letters. This was something private and personal to just them. And for that, they just needed each other. Tomorrow was a new day with a new challenge, to discover how to feed without it affecting Bonnie. But for now, Damon and Elena held each other in their own little world, deep in thought about both the past, and the future. One of them being, Sheila Bennett was no longer alive to help them with the baby, a fact which was not lost on Damon. They were going to need a replacement witch, and he wasn't sure if Bonnie was ready for that kind of responsibility.
The next day Bonnie arrived at the boarding house her arms laden with the book Emily had left her and two grimoires. Apparently Ric had the Gemini Coven's version of the cloaking spell. As each spell was individual to either a witch or their coven, another witch practicing the same spell from a different coven, usually had to modify it a little. She placed everything down on the table in the library, which was where they had decided to get to work.
Damon had found a robe Katherine had left behind from one of her stays. Bonnie gathered that up with Elijah's hankie and Rebekah's necklace. She wanted to perform the mind protection spell first as it was the more urgent of the two spells.
Once she'd finished the protection spell, she took the necklace and earrings from Damon and, much to his dismay, placed them in a glass of water. She asked Elena to hold the glass while Bonnie placed her hand on Elena's stomach. She closed her eyes as a wind blew up, almost blowing out the fire in the hearth. Once the wind stopped Bonnie told Elena to drink the water in the glass, to which she did.
"All done." Bonnie told her as she fished the items from the glass and dried them out. "When you wear these, there will be no sign of pregnancy." she said.
"How will I tell if it's worked?" Elena frowned as Damon approached her.
"Put the necklace on, I'll know the difference as his eyes dropped to her slightly swollen breasts. Damon helped her put the necklace on as she turned around. "Right now, I prefer you without the necklace." he growled. "But it works." he said as he kissed her.
"Men!" Bonnie huffed from behind. "Well as it has worked, I'm going home to change for the club." she said. "See you guys later." and with that she left, leaving Damon and Elena alone in the library.
Damon waited until Bonnie had left to ask the obvious question. "Do they still feel sore when you have the necklace on?" he asked hopefully.
"Maybe we should go upstairs and find out before we go to the club." Elena grinned as she vamp-sped up to Damon's room, leaving Damon to chase her.
Damon, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie arrived at the club, which was about an hours drive away from Mystic Falls late that evening. From the outside it looked like a large old abandoned warehouse, however the queue, which they bypassed, gave away its true identity. Only a club would have queues like that on a Saturday night. Once they'd gotten served at the bar, they found their booth to prepare for the night's activities.
The plan was to go through them feeding systematically until they'd worked out what felt different to Bonnie. The first test was to see if the gender of their victim played any role into how it affected Bonnie. They deemed it unlikely but it was as good a place to start as any. Bonnie and Caroline had decided to just sit it out in the booth while Damon and Elena did their stuff on the dance floor. Then after every feed they would report back via text to see how it affected Bonnie and try to work out what the difference was when she finally didn't feel anything.
The reason it was just the four of them, was because Elena had point blank refused to allow Jeremy to go on this occasion. He was behind at school, and unless his teachers were compelled, he was going to fail in pretty much every subject. Therefore Ric had offered to help him out in history and Stefan in other subjects, just to stop Elena from worrying. Elena was glad to have the support, even though she new it was just an excuse of Stefan's part not to go. He wasn't the type to enjoy clubs as it made him feel ill at ease with his vampire nature. Coupled with his pathological dislike for dancing, and Stefan would be prepared to use any excuse not to go. Bonnie on the other hand had no choice, therefore neither had Caroline as someone was needed to keep Bonnie company.
Damon and Elena headed onto the dance floor while Bonnie and Caroline sat by watching. As per usual the couple were dancing seductively, before they went searching for their prey. Bonnie had to admit when they were dancing together, they looked by that the hottest couple on the dance floor, but as soon as they started to feed, she wanted to be sick. On the other hand, Caroline, although she would never admit to Bonnie or Stefan, wished she could join them.
Initially Elena got carried away with the beat of the music and the feel of Damon's body against hers. It was like being at the Whitmore frat party all over again, except this time she had full permission by everyone, including her mom, to touch him and kiss him. They were both dressed in black as it hid the blood. Damon a black button down shirt and black pants, while Elena wore a short sleeved black dress which hung low on her back and clung to her skin, with a pair black pumps.
Once they'd finished dancing to one song, they separated to find their prey. They'd decided to try a guy first and Elena had spotted her perfect victim, therefore she headed in his direction and began to dance seductively with him. The guy responded as predicted and Elena led him to a dimly lit area where Damon was already waiting in the shadows.
Elena forced the guy up against the wall with such power, his eyes widened with fear. "Don't be scared." she compelled him. "Don't make a sound, it's not going to hurt." she said as he finally relaxed and smiled.
Damon emerged from behind Elena as he took one of the man's wrists. He always drank first to test the prey wasn't high on drugs, as they were scared of what it would do to Elena's pregnancy. He glanced over to Elena and gave her a look to let her know she was free to feed. Elena tilted the man's head and bit into his carotid artery while Damon continued to drink from the man's wrist.
After about thirty seconds Damon felt his back pocket vibrate to notify him he had a text. He stopped feeding and checked his phone and saw it was Bonnie telling him she knew they were feeding. Elena noticed Damon checking his phone out of the corner of her eye and also stopped.
"Is that Bonnie?" she asked.
"Yeah." Damon sighed. "She felt the feed." he said.
Elena turned to the guy they'd been feeding from. "Forget this ever happened. You've never seen us before." she compelled him and pushed him away as he left.
"So it wasn't the guy we fed on who Bonnie didn't feel." Damon frowned.
"It must be something else." Elena agreed.
"You wait here and I'll get our next meal." Damon told her. Elena nodded before Damon kissed her and left for the dance floor. Elena was still feeling uncomfortable watching him dance with other women.
A couple of minutes later Damon returned with a fairly plain looking girl. Ever since Elena's jealousy issues, Damon had gone to great lengths to make sure he never picked pretty girls. This was easier said than done as most women paid a lot of attention to their appearance when they went to clubs. Thus they tended to look much better than they normally would.
Again Damon tested the girl first. He's already compelled the girl to come with him and not be scared. Not that she needed much encouraging, from what Elena could guess, she'd have followed Damon to the ends of the earth without compulsion. A feeling with which Elena could sympathize with. This time however, Damon left Elena to feed alone for a moment, so he could watch and appreciate the beauty of it. As he waited and watched, he realized Bonnie hadn't called, and a thought came into his head. He took the girl's wrist and bit into it. Ten seconds later his phone buzzed as a text came in from Bonnie.
I think I may have an idea. Damon text back.
Damon returned the girl to the dance floor and found another. He was beginning to suspect the problem was related to when he and Elena fed simultaneously from the same person. Again he tested her, before letting Elena feed. This time he wasn't going to feed at all. He let Elena decide when she was done and compel the girl, all the while he never received a text from Bonnie, almost confirming his suspicion.
Once again Damon found another girl, tested her and allowed Elena to drink from her, while he waited. The vision of watching Elena feed was turning him on, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. So instead of feeding from the girl, he stood behind Elena, tucked her hair over one shoulder and bit into her neck, allowing her sweet blood to slowly flow into his mouth.
Damon pressed himself up against Elena's back. She acknowledged his presence by wiggling her behind up against his every growing erection. To find out whether she was feeling the same, Damon slipped his hands under the hem of her dress and down the front of her panties. He stroked her folds, only to discover she was as wet for him as he was hard for her.
They got rid of the girl quickly as Damon and Elena only had one thing on their minds, each other. They didn't care where they were or if anyone would see them. Although it was doubtful as they were in a back hallway, meant only for staff, who had been compelled not to use it until they were told otherwise.
Unable to wait any longer, Damon got down on his knees and lifted Elena's dress up. He swiped her panties to one side as his mouth made for it's target, her nub. There was no time for niceties. They literally had minutes before Bonnie and Caroline would come looking for them. So Damon as determined to make sure they both came hard and fast.
Damon's mouth found Elena's nub while his fingers found her core. The initial sensation was pure relief. All of the feeding had been building up a desire for Damon which needed a release. He'd only exacerbated matters once he'd fed from her. Elena grabbed Damon's hair as he licked her folds and began to suck on her nub, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine. As his fingers entered her wet, heated core, she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold on for long. He pumped his hand furiously inside of her, instead of teasing her like when they made love, he wanted her to come and the heat inside her body was telling her it was ready to oblige. He swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked once more, hard, sending her over the edge.
Elena's body reacted by pushing Damon's face closer into her core as the heat inside of her core began to spasm violently, sending every other sense numb, all she could feel was Damon.
"Damon...fuck..." she cried out breathlessly as he continued to furiously work her nub and core, stroking the front of her inner walls. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers and mouth before standing up, while Elena was in the final throes of her orgasm.
Damon spun her around at vamp-speed so she was facing the wall. He pulled her hips back slightly before thrusting himself inside her still contraction walls, prolonging her orgasm even more. Elena knew what he was doing, Damon had done this before. Ever since her supernatural pregnancy had started, Elena's orgasms had tended to last a lot longer than before after she'd fed. Damon's thumb found Elena's extremely sensitive nub, which he began to massage, as he began to thrust powerfully inside her. With his free hand, Damon gave Elena his wrist, to allow her the strength to continue while her body succumbed to the pleasure of the burning inside her. She bit down on his skin and started to drink his blood for a few moments before Damon pulled out of her and quickly turned her around so they were facing one another.
Elena wrapped her legs around Damon's waist as he swiftly entered her. They began to kiss as they moved in unison with one another, frantically building each other up until they knew neither of them could wait any longer. Damon's fingers found Elena's nub once more while his mouth found her neck. Simultaneously Elena bit Damon and they began to drink from one another, forging a union of body, mind and spirit.
Suddenly the heat building up inside Elena was too much, and she experienced her second orgasm in the space of five minutes. She lifted her face from Damon's neck and threw her head back as her body shook while her core once more contracted hard around Damon shaft.
"Yes...yes...Damon...ahh..." she cried as her back arched away from the wall.
"Elena...uh...fuck..." she heard Damon growl while he thrust into her one more time as she felt his warm seed inside her.
Damon's head rested against Elena's neck while she was still coming down from the high of her release. Elena pulled him in tight to her, not wanting to ever let go of him. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she could hear Damon's breathing returning to normal. Eventually he lifted his head and looked at her before they started to kiss until they heard a sound which filled them with horror.
"And what the hell do you think you two are up to?" they heard Caroline's voice as they turned to see her stood in the doorway with her arms folded, a grim look on her face.
"Scram Blondie." Damon scowled. "This is none of your business."
"You were supposed to be testing the feeding theory." Caroline argued back.
"We fed a number of times and heard nothing from Sabrina. I thought we were in the clear." Damon raised an eyebrow.
"Can you turn around and give us a little privacy while we make ourselves look presentable." Elena asked as Caroline turned around, as Elena dropped her legs to the floor and they began to cover themselves up.
"You were doing fine up until about ten minutes ago." Caroline told them. "Then Bonnie...well I don't think I need to go into the gory details. But neither of you were picking up your phones." she said.
"You can turn back around." Elena told Caroline as she and Damon now looked presentable once more.
"My phone is in my purse and on silent." Elena grimaced.
"Mine is in my pock..." Damon felt his back pocket but it wasn't there. He looked around and saw it on the floor and picked it up, only to find there were thirty texts from first of all Bonnie then Caroline.
"So does that mean the theory is wrong?" Elena asked. "I was the only one feeding from that last girl." she frowned.
"Not necessarily." Damon sighed. "I was feeding from you while you were feeding from her." he said.
"Eww." Caroline grimaced.
"Cut the commentary." Damon scowled at Caroline before turning back to Elena. "Maybe that is still feeding from the same source simultaneously." he suggested.
"That would explain why she was still tied to us." Elena nodded.
"Look, whatever you guys did, you owe Bonnie a hug apology." Caroline told them.
"Why?" Damon frowned. "She's just had the best fucking orgasm of her entire life. She's certainly never gonna get it that good again, not while she's dating a human anyway." he shook his head. "She should be thanking us." he smirked.
"It's okay Caroline." Elena nodded. "Is she still here?" she asked.
"She's back at the booth." Caroline nodded as they walked back into the club to make a very embarrassing apology.
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