Chapter 6

I'll show you I'm over him...

Elena got home and Damon was stood in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled delicious; even though she had no appetite for food what-so-ever. He looked flawless as usual.

Inaudibly as she could, Elena slipped past him; certain she had slipped past un-heard.

"Had a nice shopping trip?" he asked just as she was about to open the door. She definitely did not want him to see her like this: Red puffy eyes, dried tears staining her face, leftover mascara that formed a faded line on the skin underneath her bottom eyelashes.

"UmmHmm," she replied not daring to talk in-case her voice was cracked or wobbly.

Elena could feel him close behind her, even though she didn't hear his approach.

He gently touched her shoulders and turned her to face him. She tried to stay with her back to him, but he was to strong.

"Elena what..."He started, looking at her face.

"Nothing, I.. I dot wanna talk about it," She whispered, failing to make her voice sound normal.

He looked into her eyes. "You will tell me why you are upset," He said in a 'compelling' voice

"No I said I don't wanna talk about it!" Her voice stronger. She was annoyed.

Damon's expression was puzzled. But she didn't know why.

"Im sorry," He took her hand looking for something.

"That's a pretty necklace," he purred and touched it. "Ouch."

"Why are you saying ouch, are you hurt?" Elena looked at him an eyebrow raised.

"Just stubbed my toe," Damon replied smoothly. "Ready for tea?" He changed the subject.

"Hold on." And she took her bag into the room.

Just then Elena's phone started buzzing. Caroline. She sighed.

"Hey care I can't..." Caroline cut her off.

"What happened today? Why did you run away? What did you see? Are you alright? Tell me im your best friend!" Caroline's voice shook down the phone.

"Honestly Care, no. I am so upset, angry..." Elena almost growls down the phone. Tears well up in her eyes.

"Why Lena?" Caroline's voice soft pleading for information.

Elena's thoughts were conflicted. Should she tell her best friend she saw... Him. Or should she keep it hidden away eating at her until she snapped.

"I saw him," she murmured no expression in her voice.

"what? Who did you see Elena?" Caroline said confused.

"Stefan." she whispered.

The silence dragged on down the phone; so Quiet you could her Caroline's heavy breathing and the fast beating of her own heart. It seemed like a lifetime until Caroline finally spoke.

"You are still In love with him?"

"what no. I will always love him... forever, That's inevitable. But." She paused taking a deep breath. "But I am not in love with him, not anymore. You know I toled you this before."

"Im sorry Lana but i don't believe you. You cried for months, you wouldn't eat sleep talk... it isn't that easy to make that type of love you had for each other go away even if it has been over a year." Caroline sounded sincere, but Elena didn't care.

"OK DON'T!" Elena shouted down the phone, turning it off in anger.

"Ill show her," She murmured to herself.

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Elena exited the room in her black lace vest top and zebra print mini shorts. Determined not to be a coward. She knows Damon has a little bit of attraction to her and same with her; how hard could it be too... "Wow you look sexy," he says wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Shut up," Elena smiles throwing her dirty laundry at him. Her red, lace, designed bra lands in his hands; the chances.

"Put this in the yes pile." Elena ignores him, sitting at the table now feeling ravenous, and not just for food...

"What's for tea Damon?" She asked changing the subject.

"Italian pasta."

"Well will it take long?" She said creeping up behind him. Obviously he heard and he turned around to face her. She could feel his body; it was so close to hers. It felt cold.

He raised his eyebrows appraising her, "It's going to take a while, what shall we do in the meantime?" Said Damon flirtatiously.

That's when she kissed him, searching for something. Elena needed this. The last time she had done this was before stef... She pushed it out of her mind.

His hand caressed her from her shoulder down to her butt continuously.

His tongue slipped into her mouth and she savoured the taste.

Damon carried Elena to the door of his room and she stopped for a split second to growl "My room!" She remembered his recent encounter in that bed so. She pushed it from her mind.

When her head hit her pillow she reached for the hem his shirt, struggling to pull it off. He helped her, pulling hers off; freeing her breasts. He gawped and started kissing them, fondling her hardened nipple with his fingertips.

She gasped, forgetting that she wasn't wearing a bra. She wanted him, she wanted him bad but... She couldn't. Could she? No!

Elena could feel the bulge in his pants on her leg. And then a sharp pierce on her neck. Quickly she opened her eyes to pull away, but screamed when she saw the black veins that covered his now terrifying face. His eyes bulged as his face turned back to normal.

"DAMON, WHAT THE FUCK!" she yelled in pain holding onto her neck with her free hand that wasn't holding herself up from fainting.

Blood covered his chin, blood the colour of a rose stained her white sheets, growing after every; 'Drip...Drip...Drip...'