Previously on Flightmate...

E, C and B are on a trip to Europe - plane crashes. D&E are stranded on an island, they bond. E escapes to go home to J, E meets A&G. E tries to pry info from A during supper. E is getting along with A, until D walks in.

Chapter 15: Explains The Drool

What.

What?

WHAT?

Damon behaved as though everything was fine.

'I see you've got company Aaron. Would you like to introduce me?'

Oh no, he is happy. Sinisterly happy.

'Oh sure, sure!' Aaron replied, flustered. He turned around to smile at Elena's pale, gaunt face.

'Damon, this is Elena Gilbert,' he announced proudly. 'And Elena, meet Damon Salvatore.'

'Pleased to meet you Elena,' Damon smirked, walking towards her. Standing up - and forcing her legs to bear her weight - she extended a hand to Damon, carefully avoiding his eyes. He pressed his warm lips to her hand, eyes unwavering from hers. Elena wanted to yank her hand away from his, but that would piss him off. Angering him was not going to increase her odds of escaping.

Escaping? Why do you want to escape? Jeremy is a big boy, he can survive without you. He's got Tyler and Matt to keep him company. Bonnie and Caroline, if they made it back alive.

Elena shunned the logical (read: lustful) part of her brain. No, she thought resolutely. She concentrated on what to say next. Damon decided to sit next to her, instead of opposite her where he'd be closer to Aaron and she'd be a safe distance away. They were now seated in a L shape; Aaron at the head of the table. Elena perpendicular to him, Damon next to Elena.

Of course, he'd sit next to me. Bastard.

'Damon I-' Elena changed track. 'When did the two of you meet?' she asked, looking at Aaron.

Aaron smiled. 'Oh he helped me look for you actually. When I turned around and didn't feel your hand on mine, Damon asked me what was wrong. He said he'd help me find you. And that's how we became friends, I guess.'

Elena didn't buy it. She knew Damon well enough that if she'd been kidnapped seconds before he showed up, he'd help her out. She glared at Damon, not buying it for one second. Damon rolled his eyes.

'Fine, princess. I did a little vampire hocus-pocus, if you'd like to call it that, and I made Aaron believe that. I was here when you were in the shower.' Elena stared at his smug face. 'What? Be thankful I didn't walk straight in,' he slipped closer to her. 'Be thankful you're still breathing. You and me have a lot to catch up.'

Breathing heavily, Elena realized they had company. Aaron. She had to put up the act if only to save his life.

The waitress walked in and stared at Damon for a good ten seconds. It was Elena's turn to roll her eyes. Damon lifted his finger.

'No food for me, thanks. Just had my supper before I got here.'

The poor woman didnt seem to know her next move. Flustered and embarrassed for her non-professionalism, she let herself out. Elena didn't even have to turn around to know that Damon had his 'I'm sexy and I know it' look on. Elena tuned out of Aaron and Damon's renewed conversation. She was too busy plotting her escape. Yes, again.

Out of nowhere, Damon leaned past Elena to pat Aaron on the shoulder. Elena bent forward to give them space and instead of pulling his hand to himself, Damon proceeded to rest it in behind her back. Elena alarmedly looked at Aaron with pleading eyes but he never saw anything. Scared then, she wondered if Damon'd programmed Aaron to not question anything he did. To skillfully ignore the couple.

Her fear shook her hand, snatching kinetic control from her. The clattering of the steel spoon on the hard floor broke Elena's long and frightening train of thought.

'Sorry, I'll get it,' Damon offered, as he retrieved his hand from around her shoulders. Thank God. She breathed a sigh of relief, or whatever she could manage from under the too tight corset. As Damon emerged with the spoon, his hands trailed up on her left leg, tracing thin rivulets on her skin, lifting the skirt of the dress. Elena tensed up as his hand ended up on her left thigh, her left leg completely exposed under the table.

Damn him. Damn Damon. Damn everything about him.

Especially his smooth moves.

Controlling her raging hormones, she looked at Damon with narrowed eyes. However, he completely ignored her and resumed his conversation with Aaron, the hand steady as a rock on her flesh.

She decided to ignore his hand, and centered her attention to calm her capricious heart. Maybe if she ignored him, he'd just take his hand off.

Instantly proving her wrong, his hand trailed higher up her leg. Elena's eyes automatically widened and her hand jumped to his, pushing it away. Damon's grip tightened almost painfully on her leg. Elena had to let go of his hand, frightened that he would crush her thigh just to prove a point. She scratched his hand but to no avail. She captured his hand between her thighs, compressing them tightly against each other. He paused for a moment and slowly began moving again. Elena increased her grip - and it was stopping a river with a leaf.

Elena leaned over the table to hide what Damon was doing. Even though Aaron couldn't really see anything, her conscience didn't allow exhibitionism. The blood pumped faster than ever. His hand stroked the inside of her left thigh.

Trying to keep an expressionless face, she drank from her glass. Gulping hurriedly, a massive dose of dopamine hit Elena in the head. With a huge pang of horror, she realized she'd had her first drink.

She'd had enough. She had to escape before Damon stroked something worse than her thigh.

'Sorry Aaron, I have to go,' she got up. Damon's hand slipped off her leg, possibly in shock. 'I'm feeling a little weak. I am going to bed now.'

Aaron looked at Elena.

'Oh do you need help?'

'No, I'll manage,' she placated, finally getting up. As Damon's hand slid from her thigh, Elena hated herself for missing it. 'It was nice to meet you, Damon,' she spoke with as much sarcasm as she could muster into one sentence.

Then, she turned to Aaron. He stared at her, his gaze fixed on her.

I'll give Damon something to think about.

She leaned over Aaron, trailed her fingers over the side of his face until she was on his right. She curled her hand around his neck, and casually kissed his cheek - her eyes on Damon's the entire time. To rile Damon further, she licked the area of skin enclosed by her lips. Remaining in her position for more seconds than necessary, she whispered in his ear:

'I can't wait until we get to know each other better. See you tomorrow.'

And she bit his earlobe.

Smiling seductively at him, she spun around. Shooting a raging Damon her best 'I win' smile, she walked grandly, towards her bedroom, ready to pass out.

Unwrapping the corset, she took in a huge gulp of air. Wow, that was intense. Wondering why women were cursed with tight clothing and child birth, she flopped on her bed. She pondered over everything Aaron told her. How could there be doppelgangers? I just realized there are more fictional species in our world than I cared. And what to do about Damon? He would surely get his revenge on her for running away and riling him up at the table. It was his fault to touch her inappropriately.

Pulling the blanket over her torso, she wiped her mind blank. Soon, sleep engulfed her.

Elena felt something hard under her body. Realizing she was on someone's body, she looked up - only to be met with misty-blue eyes.

'Rise and shine, sleepyhead.'

Springing up from her bed, Elena almost yelled in fright.

'Aah! What are you doing? Get out!'

'You know you were dreaming about me. Explains the drool.'

'Damon…' Elena sighed slowly, a hand holding him away. The events of last night crashed into her still half-stunned consciousness.

Damon laid in her bed and smirked, as if he belonged there. Elena looked at him in anticipation. She did not know which way he was going to go. Soon, the expression turned into fear. Smiling dangerously at her, he arched his back like a predator.

'Damon no,' she yelped, pushing herself away from him. Damon caught her ankle and pulled her towards him. Grabbing her shoulders, he seemingly shut out her shrieking. He flung her onto the bed and whispered furiously,

'Make one sound and you're dead.'

Elena wanted to tell him to piss off, but her words were cut off by his mouth, which was kissing her angrily, claiming her. She pushed him away but he grabbed her hair and tugged it forcefully. Lifting her chin, he got further access into her mouth. After what felt like forever, he pulled back to let her breathe. As she regained her vision, she saw him staring at her maliciously.

She slapped him in the face.

Damon stared at her for a millisecond in shock, before his face composed itself into rage. He held her neck in a chokehold, and riveted his eyes on her. She noticed how his eyes looked very different in the dark. Or maybe it was because he was enraged.

'Listen up,' he said, 'A very bad move by you at the dinner table, provoking me like that. You will never flirt with him again.'

'Because it's up to you about who I date or who I hang out with, right?'

He paused. He backtracked.

'Fine, let me put this another way, you will never lead people you shouldn't be leading on.'

That hit Elena. She completely forgot how her actions probably impacted Aaron. As much as Elena hated it, Damon was right.

He loosened his grip on her neck to let the blood flow. Elena gasped as she sat up. Damon's hands on her shoulders pushed her back into the soft pillow. She raised one finger as she regained her senses. Then she spoke:

'No matter what I do, you don't get to chastise me. You are not my friend or anyone to whose advice I should listen,' she didn't mean a word of it - but god did it feel good to say it - 'and I have no reason to listen to anything you say. I don't-'

Elena's voice cut off due to the fact that Damon had sunk his teeth into her neck. She screamed for all she was worth but her muffled noises fled her lips and Damon's hand over them. This time there wasn't any pleasure. The pain stayed painful; Elena slowly felt the blood and consciousness draining from her. She feebly tugged on Damon's hair, her hold getting weaker and weaker. Finally, Elena realized he had no intention to stop.

He was going to kill her.

I love you Jer.

Dude the NEW promos! Alaric is back teaching and all is right in the world. To everyone who believes Caroline's story and thinks Elena isn't anything less than soul-dead over Damon's death, I can't believe you people. COME ON! Have you erased the entire show from your memory? You really think Elena would not cry over Damon? Some of the YouTube comments disgust me. x_x

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