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 rushed over to the bathroom and held Elena's hair back while she was retching. He sat next to her and stroked her back as sadness washed over him, knowing her reading the book, had done this. He shouldn't have let her grab it like that, but he knew she'd have just fought him and have gotten hold of one of them eventually. Once she'd finished, Elena sat back breathlessly, allowing Damon to stand up and get her a glass of water.
"Thank you." she said, taking it from him and drinking it down, before getting to her feet. "Do you mind taking the journals into my room while I have a quick shower and brush my teeth?" she asked as Damon nodded and kissed her on the forehead.
"Don't be too long." Damon smiled sadly. "I'll talk to Stefan while you're in there." he said as he left the bathroom, collected the journals from the bed and headed to Elena's room. He put them on the nightstand and called Stefan's number.
"Damon." Stefan answered also immediately.
"Hello brother." Damon replied. "You get my text?" he asked.
"Yeah." Stefan sighed. "So it sounds like your buddy Enzo might be our mystery vampire after . What do you plan on doing about it?" he asked.
"Well we can't just storm Whitmore House." Damon sighed. "Only Sabrina can get in right now." he said.
"And Bonnie's strong, but not that strong." Stefan agreed.
"Which means we need to find out who owns the building." Damon said.
"How?" Stefan asked.
"Just leave that part to me." Damon grimaced. "I know a little bit about the Whitmore family. It shouldn't take me too long to track down the owner." he said.
"So what are you going to do when you find them Damon?" Stefan asked. "Torture the owner until he or she lets you in, or cut the the chase and just kill them?"
"As tempting as that offer is little brother." Damon started. "I am now officially a reformed serial killer. That kind of lifestyle no longer appeals to me as I have a little girl on the way who needs emotionally protecting from all things that go argh, including my past. You see, I want to make sure she grows up to be as wonderful and pure as her mother. And to do that, I must be of a clear conscience. Which is why I've hung up my fangs and leather jacket for all murderous and torture purposes." he continued. Now they're simply there for self defense." he added.
"Fine, so how do we get Enzo out of there?" Stefan sighed.
"First of all I need you to make sure the Scooby gang are at the house when we get back." Damon said.
"When will that be?" Stefan asked.
Damon took a deep breath. "That's a good question." he said. "Elena saw some of the stuff her dad did and promptly threw up. So now she's having a shower." he added.
"She didn't take it well then?" Stefan asked.
"Nope." Damon replied. "And she only saw the details of fingernail removal. I'm hoping she won't get as far as the spleen." he said.
"Damon..." Stefan started.
"You couldn't have done anything other than get caught, so shut up!" Damon insisted. "We'll be home when Elena's recovered from the shock of her father's torture capabilities." he said.
"So probably tonight then?" Stefan suggested.
"Probably." Damon replied. "I need to reassure her that everything will be fine." he said. "And I need to tell her something important. Which may or may not result in her staking me." he grimaced.
"That bad huh?" Stefan asked.
"Yep!" Damon replied with the emphasis on the letter 'P' as he heard the water from the shower being turned off. "Look, Elena will be here in a minute. Just gather Blondie, Ric and the Wicked Witch of the West at ours for around seven. We need to work out a plan of action." he added as he heard Elena brushing her teeth.
"I'll get on it." Stefan agreed.
"Ask them to bring everything they can find on Megan." Damon instructed. "We need to find out what her connection to Whitmore was. She was drinking vervain water, so someone who knew about vampires gave it to her. Also see if you can get hold of the death certificate." he said.
"Will do." Stefan replied.
"Gotta go brother." Damon sighed. "Elena's finished in the shower, and she and I need to talk." he finished as he hung up the phone while Elena walked into the bedroom wearing only the necklace around her neck and a towel around her chest, her hair was clipped back to prevent it from getting wet in the shower, making he look delectable in Damon's eyes. "Hey." Damon smiled at her, opening his arms as she crawled onto the bed, however instead of laying beside him, she sat on his lap and started to stroke his face before resting her forehead against his.
"I will never let anyone hurt you like that again." Elena whispered. "How could they?" she asked, staring into his eyes. "These beautiful blue eyes, how could anyone want to hurt them." she said as she leaned in. Damon closed his eyes as she kissed each lid, before opening them to see tears in her eyes.
"Hey...don't cry." Damon whispered, rubbing her arm sympathetically. "I'm here, and I'm all fine." he assured her with a smile.
"I know." Elena nodded. "I just...I just..." she stopped and kissed him passionately, with an almost desperate feel to it. Elena broke away and rested her forehead against his once more, while she cupped his face. "I needed that." she said. "I need to feel you are real, and safe. She added as she kissed him again, however this time she began to move her hips over his, as he hardened underneath her.
"Elena." he moaned as he pulled away. "This is not the right time. You're feeling emotional." he warned.
"It is exactly the right time." Elena muttered as she began to kiss Damon all over his face. "Hurting you hurts me. And I need to make sure you're not hurting." she started to unbutton his shirt. "I need to touch you, see you, feel you, smell you, taste you. I need all of you Damon, inside and out." she whispered as her mouth made its way down to Damon's neck.
"You want to do this now?" Damon asked as his body was hoping she would say yes, but his mind was dubious. Although Elena had made it clear she wanted to make love to him, and he could sense her arousal, he didn't like the idea of making love to her while she had tears in her eyes, unless they were tears of happiness and not because she was emotionally hurt because of what had happened to him. He knew he had to stop her, so he took her by the wrists and pushed her away slightly, causing her to pout, in what Damon thought was the cutest of manner.
"Damon." Elena pulled her hands away and stroked his cheek. "I want to celebrate the fact that you are here, safe, with me. I want to feel that your body is healed. And maybe I want to heal it some more." she smirked as the tears began to dry away. "I love you and I'm feeling all protective over you." she said as she lowered her mouth to Damon's ear. "And you know if I catch anyone trying to hurt you again like that." she whispered. "First I'll break every bone in their fingers...individually and slowly. Then I'll do the same to their hands." Damon gulped at her words. Her voice was low, seductive and predatory, and it was affecting him so badly, his brain could no longer compete with his body's desires. "I'll work my way up their arms, tearing at every muscle, nerve and sinew, making them scream in pain, until they won't ever be able to use them again to hurt you. After that I'll rip out their toenails and fingernails without anesthetic, see how they like it." she whispered as she began to nibble his earlobe.
Damon knew Elena would never hurt anyone like that, however a sudden wave of protectiveness washed over him, suggesting the baby wanted to protect him too. Of late, when Elena's emotions had been fueled by the additional baby magic, her imagination usually went to extremes, forcing her to say things she didn't mean. Although, the sentiment behind the words were always valid. These words Elena had just uttered had turned him on like crazy. They told him Elena felt just as protective over him as he did over her.
Suddenly Damon felt a small prick on his neck, followed by the joy and desire of Elena licking and tugging at his blood. Elena ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying across the bed, but Damon no longer cared, his brain had switched off and all he could focus on was Elena. He tilted his head and bit into her neck, as he fed on her passion, her need to protect him and her absolute, unmovable desire for him at that moment. If he'd had one shred of doubt regarding what they should be doing, it was now gone. Elena had more than convinced him she wanted to make love to him for the right reasons.
Elena gently scratched her fingernails down Damon's chest, taking in the sensation of the fine hairs around his nipples. The contours of his abs and the softness of his skin. She pulled away from drinking the blood from his neck, as she wanted to tasted the skin on his chest and arms. Elena sat back and pulled Damon's on legs so he was laying on his back with a smile on his face, ready to let her conduct her own experiments on him. In that moment, she realized how implicitly he trusted her, he'd experienced all kinds of horrors, yet he was happy to let her dominate him and do whatever she wanted with him, simply because he loved her.
Elena unclipped her hair, allowing him to run his fingers through her tresses as her mouth made it's way to Damon's chest, her fangs descended and she caught his nipple with the sharp tip, drawing blood, to which she immediately sucked on, causing Damon to moan with pleasure. She continued to make her way down his body, urged on by the sensual moans coming from his mouth, which simply fueled her own desire for him. When Elena unfastened his jeans, Damon lifted his hips to help her as she pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs, freeing his swollen shaft from it's cotton prison.
Elena wrapped her hand around his already hardened member and began to gently pump her wrist up and down. She glanced up at his face and noticed his eyes roll into the back of his head with pleasure. Elena swirled her tongue around the swollen head, taking in the salty pre-cum which was seeping from the tip, earning her an extra high pitched moan, much to her own satisfaction. However Elena wasn't done. She had an experiment of her own she wished to conduct. One she didn't want to warn Damon about as it would only work if it was unexpected.
She lowered her head in a fashion so that her hair practically covered her face. She felt the veins around her eyes tickle and her fangs elongate before she plunged them into his femoral artery, which made Damon's hips buck.
"Oh fuck!" he cried as she worked her hand, feeling him coming closer and closer to his release. Just as Elena knew he was about to climax Elena removed her fangs and scraped one up the underside of his shaft. She licked at the blood and took him deep into her mouth, forcing her teeth back, so they could no longer pierce the skin, however Damon was too far gone. He gently grasped hold of her hair as Elena heard him cry out. She quickly glanced up to see his face screw up with bliss.
"Elena..." he whispered breathlessly, his body tensing up as she felt his seed mixed with blood slip down her throat.
Elena climbed slowly back up his body, kissing his abdomen and chest along the way, until she was lying on top of him, looking down at his smiling face.
"I thought I'd try an experiment of my own." she smirked.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" Damon asked, the grin on his face made him look as if he was positively glowing.
"Nowhere. I just wanted to try it out on you. I wasn't sure if you would like it or not." she replied coyly.
"Well it's a good job you weren't carrying out the Augustine experiments." Damon smiled, deciding jokes might help Elena come to terms with learning about the torment of his past. "We'd have been fighting each other to be subjected to your version of torture." he smirked. "Come to think about it, they'd have had vampires lining up to be your test subjects."
"Very funny Damon." Elena tapped him on the chest as he rolled them over and hovered above her.
"I think you're now all mine to do experiments on." he said as his eyes lit up mischievously before kissing her tenderly on the lips. He then opened the towel, revealing her naked body underneath. "Oops." he grinned as his mouth made it's way down her chest, avoiding her breasts which were still tender.
Damon's lips made their way down to the tops of her thighs, as he parted her legs and lifted her knees up. His ran the tip of his tongue around the entrance of Elena's core, then his hot wet mouth made it's way up to her nub, which he gently took between his blunt human teeth and began to suck on. Heat ripped throughout Elena's body, even though Damon had only just started. She was incredibly turned on and she knew from experience how quickly he could bring her to her release when she was feeling protective towards him.
Elena felt Damon slip two fingers inside her, which caused her pelvis to buck in the air. She gripped his hair with one hand and the sheets with her other hand as her core became hotter and hotter from Damon's ministrations. Suddenly Elena felt a tiny pinprick of pain in her nub, then she felt the most incredible rush of a pleasurable sensation as she looked down she could see the veins around Damon's eyes and his fangs out as he was sucking on her nub, a drop of blood on his lips. It was all that was needed to tip her over the edge.
"Oh my god...Damon." she cried as she felt the white hot spasms deep in her core, taking over her body, pulsating through her veins.
Elena's back arched and body went rigid while she vaguely felt Damon's mouth and fingers disappear. The next moment, Damon was inside her, stretching her and filling her, while she continued to convulse around him. As she came down from her release, Damon began to thrust inside her, gently at first, but he soon gathered pace. Elena didn't require any recovery time, as her body responded to his. She wrapped her legs around Damon's waist and moved her hips in a synchronized rhythm with his.
The only sound in the room was their moans and pants, with the occasional sound of the slapping of sweaty skin as their movements gathered speed. Damon cupped Elena's behind with one hand as she did the same with him. Pulling their hips closer together, as if it would deepen the penetration. With her other hand, Elena dug her fingers into the nape of his neck, while they kissed and bit and sucked on each others lips. Their fangs descending intermittently, drawing drops of blood here and there, teasing one another to distraction. The taste of blood only heightening the experience and bringing them closer together. However after only a few minutes, their movements became more frantic. This form of blood sharing simply made them more in tune with each other's bodies. They automatically knew how close the other was, allowing them to control their own timing.
Damon slid his hand between them and began to massage Elena's nub. The heat had been building inside her, and she needed the tipping point, which Damon was clearly more than happy to provide. The moment his fingers came into contact with her nub, she thought her body was going to explode. He core violently contracted around Damon's shaft, sending a tidal wave of pleasure to wash over her.
"Oh fuck...Damon...argh..." she cried as she grabbed hold of Damon's shoulders to help steady her, while her back arched and her body went rigid, as the numb heat overcame her core.
"Elena..." was all Damon could breathlessly manage as he pressed his forehead against hers while he closed his eyes and his face contorted into an expression of agonizing bliss as Elena felt his warm seed fill her, letting her know he had finally found his release.
Moments later he opened his eyes and stared at her lovingly, laying a chaste kiss on her lips.
"It was worth going through the Augustine torture if I'm going to get your regular expert healing skills." he smirked.
"It worked?" Elena asked.
"Not sure." Damon whispered stroking her hair. "You might have to keep at it, maybe we could call it therapy." he winked as he rested his head next to Elena's to allow him a few moments to recover before pulling out of her and turning over onto his back.
Elena lay her head in the crook of Damon's neck with a smile on her face. She knew he was hers and he was safe, and she wanted them to stay in their little bubble for as long as possible, but she knew it wouldn't last. They were there for a reason, and she suspected Damon had a lot more of the story to tell. He seemed almost reluctant to help his friend, which was very unlike Damon, who was usually very loyal and protective with those who he cared about. She also knew he was itching to tell her something, but trying to gather up the courage. This could only mean one thing, whatever it was, it was bad. Therefore Elena knew she had to initiate the conversation.
"What are you not wanting to tell me?" Elena asked as she drew circles on Damon's chest.
"I'm beginning to think you're psychic." Damon chuckled, although Elena thought she could detect a sense of hesitancy in his voice.
"No Damon." Elena corrected him. "I'm just observant." she said. "I know there are parts of the story you left out. And you don't seem as excited as you should be about rescuing your friend who you thought was dead. Why?" she asked.
Damon took a deep breath. "Do you promise not to stake me?" he asked as Elena looked at him suspiciously.
"Of course." she frowned.
"And you won't be too mad with me?" he winced.
"I'll try." Elena began to worry about what Damon was about to tell her.
"Oh well, here goes nothing." Damon sighed. "So while Enzo and I were recovering from whatever daily delights Dr Whitmore had to offer, we would pass the rest of the time discussing what we would do after we escaped." he told her.
"That makes sense." Elena lifted her head and rested it on her hand as he turned over to face her. "I can imagine there would be a lot of focus of your dreams and ambitions for when you got out." she smiled.
"We weren't discussing cookery classes Elena." Damon closed his eyes. "We were talking about revenge." he said.
"Oh." Elena simple replied, not knowing what else to say.
"Enzo's first idea was to start with killing Whitmore's dog and mailing it to his house postage due." Damon explained. "As time went on, our ideas became more...deadly and cruel." he told her, his face full of regret. "My original plan was to take out the entire Augustine society, and then kill every member of the Whitmore family." he said.
"And did you?" Elena raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not." Damon replied hesitantly.
"Good." Elena replied. "Although in some ways I wouldn't have been able to blame you."
"I didn't do it because Enzo didn't think it was creative enough." he sighed.
"So you did carry out some form of revenge." Elena said slowly. It was more of a statement than a question as she realized why Damon hadn't wanted to tell her about this, he knew she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear. "Why?" she asked.
"It wasn't just about revenge Elena." Damon grimaced. "I thought Enzo was dead, and the only way I could honor his memory was to carry out our revenge plan."
"But I thought your humanity was off." Elena frowned. "Why would you care? Wanting revenge is an emotional reaction to anger, being hurt." she said.
"True." Damon agreed. "But unlike Stefan, if I choose to turn my humanity off, I can turn it back on at will. I don't need to be tortured. I have absolute control over that part of me. It's how I dealt with the guilt after I turned it back on when I met you." he explained. "At night I'd sometimes turn it off. That way I could sleep, the next morning I'd turn my humanity back on. How do you think I killed Lexi?" he asked.
"So when we first met after I started dating Stefan, the reason you were like you were was because you kept turning it off for small periods of time so you could cope with the guilt?" she asked. Damon nodded in reply. "When did you stop turning it off?" she asked.
Damon frowned as he thought for a moment."After I found out about Isobel being your mother." he said. "I realized I'd hurt you, and I knew I couldn't do that again. So I decided to make sure I didn't turn it off unless it was absolutely necessary, because otherwise I couldn't protect you." he said.
"And when you killed Jeremy?" Elena asked.
"Oh believe me, I wanted to turn it off." Damon sighed. "But I knew I needed to feel the guilt and pain. I was in love with you and the only way I could redeem myself was to feel the guilt, the shame and the pain. Even if I didn't let anyone else know it was there." he said looking sheepish.
"Okay, so now we've established that you have more control over your switch than the average vampire." Elena said through gritted teeth. "How did you get your revenge on the Augustine's?" she asked.
Damon took a deep breath. He knew she wouldn't like what he was going to tell her, but he didn't have a choice. The result of his and Enzo's discussions could affect all of them, and they needed to be prepared for the consequences of this agreement he and Enzo had made.
"So as I said, Enzo didn't think my idea was creative enough, so I decided to add an extra level of cruelty." he swallowed. "I decided after I'd taken out the entire Augustine society, I'd kill every member of the Whitmore family, except for one person. I'd let that person grow up, start a family, and then I'd start killing Whitmores again. And then I'd take out the generation after that, leaving only one person to carry on the name, and then I'd take out the generation after that and so on, and so on, and so on." he said.
"And you carried out that plan?" Elena spat, disgusted by Damon's revelation.
"Yes and no." Damon admitted.
"How many of the Whitmore family have you killed Damon?" Elena asked.
"Since 1958? I lost count." he replied sheepishly.
"When was the last one?" Elena asked.
"It was back in 1997." Damon told her. "While my humanity was still off." he said. "This summer it was time for me to kill the next generation and leave one person to carry on the name. But I couldn't." he shook his head.
"Why not?" Elena asked.
"My humanity was on and I realized these people were innocent." Damon explained. "These people were you. Your dad was an Augustine doctor. They had as much to do with Dr Whitmore's research as you did with your dad's. Plus I have no desire to kill unless it is to protect those I love or for self defense. Killing innocent people is no longer on my agenda." he sighed.
Elena stayed silent for a few minutes, digesting Damon's story before deciding to speak. "You're worried Enzo will try and exact the same kind of revenge on my dad's family aren't you? Including me and Jer." she asked as Damon nodded sadly. "But you're his friend. Surely he wouldn't do it. I mean surely for you he wouldn't if you asked." she frowned.
"Let's just say I'm expecting Enzo to be extremely pissed off with me." Damon frowned. "It's going to take a lot of work for us to stop him." he said.
"Do you think you can?" Elena asked.
"I honestly don't know." Damon shrugged. "I'm just hoping that because if I eventually manage to free him, he will forgive me for being fifty od years late. Although luckily he can't kill you." he smiled.
"But he might want to kill Jer." Elena's eyes widened with fear.
"Which means Sabrina is going to have to dig deep into those grimoires to come up with a new advanced Gilbert ring which protects hunters from vampires who are out to get revenge." Damon said before lowering his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Do you forgive me?" he asked.
"Of course I do." Elena sighed. "I don't approve of what you did, but I understand why you did it. Just promise me you won't kill any more of them." she said.
"As long as they're not a threat to anyone I love, I promise I won't harm a hair on another Whitmore head." Damon smiled.
"Okay." Elena nodded. "You're forgiven."
"Good." Damon smiled. "Because on the plus side, it does mean I know who the remaining members of the Whitmore family are." he said.
"And why will that help?" Elena frowned.
"To get into Whitmore House, we need to be invited in." Damon explained. "And I think I know exactly the right person to ask." he grinned.
"Who?" Elena asked excitedly.
"Let's get ready and go home, that way I can double check my records." he told her.. "Then I can announce it to the Sccoby gang while we formulate a plan to rescue Enzo." he said.
"Okay." Elena smiled and kissed him as they got up and ready to go home.
Damon and Elena arrived back from the lake house to find Stefan, Caroline, Ric and Bonnie in the kitchen, eating taco's and laughing. As soon as they heard Damon and Elena walk in they stopped causing Damon and Elena to glance at each other in confusion.
"I'm so sorry." Caroline jumped up and hugged Elena.
"Me too." Bonnie came over and joined them.
"Why, what happened?" Elena frowned.
"Stefan told us you saw some stuff from your dad's journals." Bonnie told her. "He said it made you sick. Are they really that bad?" she asked flashing her eyes to Damon as she realized Elena had only read of Grayson's work, Damon had actually endured it.
"It's not just what he did." Elena pulled back and wrapped her arm around Damon's waist. "It's knowing someone who would have done that to Damon if he hadn't escaped." she said as Caroline's eyes glazed over.
"Don't get any funny ideas Blondie." Damon joked. "Not with me anyway. But there are some very useful vampire torture tips in those journals. Learning about Grayson's work wouldn't be a bad thing, and if anyone decided to go into medicine, there's some interesting work in there." he said nonchalantly. "I learned a lot about the human anatomy in my version of Bio class." he raised an eyebrow, trying to diffuse the tension.
"Taco?" Stefan asked offering Damon and Elena some food as he realized Damon wanted to cut the conversation short.
They both shook their heads. "Look I'm just going to go and get that information I told you about." Damon told Elena, referring to who owned Whitmore House. He then turned to everyone else. "Class is in session in the parlor in five minutes. I hope everyone brought their homework." he smirked, as he disappeared to the study and everyone made their way into the parlor.
Five minutes later, they were all gathered around with their various projects. Bonnie had Megan's phone. Caroline had gotten her death certificate, although neither of them knew why this was relevant.
Elena had brought all of Grayson's journals, not just the research ones. Elena was angry with her father for what he'd done, and she wanted to go through the other two secret journals he'd kept, which must have been related to Whitmore, because they were stored with his research files. She hoped in these, there might be something he had done to save someone as a result of his research. If he'd put his work to good use, then maybe she could forgive him, although right now she was extremely angry and hurt by what he'd done. Because even if it wasn't done directly to Damon, it could have been him, but instead, it had been Damon's friend.
Elena placed the journals on the coffee table where everyone immediately picked one up and began to flip through them. Elena had been looking through the two which didn't contain the gruesome experiments of Enzo, instead trying to find out what connection they had to Whitmore. But she'd found nothing which stood out to her. So far all it had been about was her father treating a young girl with a heart condition back in 1999, which she knew was unlikely to be related to vampire research as heart removal was on piece of surgery off the experimental table.
Damon returned from the study with some documents in his hand, which Elena realized must have been related to the Whitmore family. As much as she was understanding of Damon's revenge plan and why he'd enacted it, she was glad he'd stopped once he'd regained his humanity. She just hoped the Whitmore family themselves no longer had anything to do with the Augustine project, although they were still experimenting on them on college grounds, when a thought suddenly occurred to her.
"If the current owner of Whitmore house knows nothing of the Augustine project, then they won't have invited Enzo into the house." Elena said. "That means the lab isn't part of the house itself, and there must be another entrance."
"You're right. But the problem is it could be anywhere." Damon agreed. "It's a huge campus, so where do you want to start looking?" he asked. "At least here we have a known entrance to the lab. But we'll come to that in a minute." he said going through the papers as Elena picked up Megan's phone and started to look through the numbers and pictures when her face suddenly turned to shock as she held the phone up for everyone to see.
"look at this, it's a picture of Megan, with my dad!" she cried.
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