Hello, my lovely readers. Whoa. It has been a long time since I started this. Sorry about taking so long to update and I was thinking last night while watching TVD that Halloween was always a Delena thing. Miss them. :'( On with the show…
Chapter 4: Bobbing for Blood Bags
Damon was determined that he was going to spend some time with his girl even if he had to trick her into it. Ergo Barbie…
"Caroline!" Damon called, popping his head into the girl's dorm room.
Caroline's head bounced up from being buried inside a textbook. "Not now, Damon. I have a lot of studying to do since I have this whole thing with my mom dying, just in case you forgot, and trying to get through my sophomore year."
Damon bobbed his head. He got it. She was pissed because she felt helpless. Well there was nothing better for a little control freak like Blondie than a little project. "I need your help," he added, coming to plop down on the end of the grumpy girl's bed.
Caroline's eyes moved upward from her book to meet Damon's smirking face. "My help? Why would you want my help?" Damon knew he had her when she sat back with her arms folded over her chest.
Leaning forward, Damon flipped the book closed with a flick of his thumb and forefinger. "So I was thinking that we all need a little break and since it is Halloween… maybe a little party at my house would cheer everyone up…? Letting Caroline think about his words, Damon forced down the gloating when she hopped to her feet.
"Oh, my God. I totally forgot about Halloween with all the drama. Okay. You're right. We have to have a party. And you said that we could use your house. Great. So, I just need to get supplies and… How am I supposed to get invites out this late?" Caroline looked frantic as she bit her lip.
"Not a problem. I already have supplies in the car. And I also had invites made up last week." Damon assured Caroline who blinked in surprise. "Check your e-mail."
Caroline grabbed her cell and opened it to find an invite in her in-box. "Oh! You… wow! That's kind of awesome. But why would you go to all this work unless it was for… Oh! Damon! You want me to get Elena to come. Don't you?" Placing her hands on her hips, Caroline scowled at Damon.
"Well, the thought did cross my mind. Come on, Caroline. Just do me this one little favor and I will stop calling you Blondie for a day." Damon pleaded with a grin.
"A month," Caroline retorted, holding up a warning finger at him. "And just because I ask her to come doesn't guarantee anything."
Closing the space between them, Damon placed his hands on Caroline's shoulders. "All I'm asking is that you ask her. The rest of the night I will take care of myself."
"Fine," Caroline rolled her eyes before she dialed Elena's phone number. "Hey, 'Lena. So there's going to be this party tonight that you just have to come to… Yeah. It's not on campus. It's a surprise… Okay. I'll drive. Good. See you later." Hanging up, Caroline smiled at Damon. "You owe me," she proclaimed.
"Yes. I do," Damon replied. "See you tonight. Party starts at eight. Don't be late."
Damon spent the next eight hours trying to make the house look exactly as he remembered the frat house looking the night that he, Elena and Bonnie had gone to, after Elena turned. He needed to remind her of how sexy they used to be; the undeniable sexual tension that kept him up at night. "Looks good, brother," Stefan called, coming down the stairs dressed as Bon Jovi.
"Thanks, I thought you were going to be the 'Rebel with a Cause' again?" Damon responded, absentmindedly toying with a light.
"Yeah. I decided to change it up a bit. What about you, you decided to pull out the old 'Jack the Ripper' outfit again?" Stefan inquired, his eyebrows rising.
"Yeah. I wanted to remind Elena of that night. Maybe. I have no idea if it'll jog any memories. But it's worth a try. Right?" Damon forced a smile. He wasn't so sure this was going to work but, he, at the very least, wanted to show Elena a good time.
Stefan nodded. "Good luck with that. And I hear our guests." He made his way toward the front door and opened it to reveal Elena, Carolin1e and Bonnie as Charlie's Angels.
"Hey," Stefan greeted them.
"Hey," Elena cried with a wide smile directed at his brother that made Damon's heart squeeze for a moment before she caught sight of him. Her smile was still in place but it did hold the same warmth that it used to and Damon wished for the billionth time he had come back earlier, before she had Ric compel away her memories. "Hey, Elena," he greeted her.
"Damon," Elena nodded. "And you're a serial killer. Who would have guessed?" she joked before moving past him and further into the home. "Whoa. This place is really cool. And somehow familiar. Bonnie, we went to a frat house that was decorated like this one year, didn't we?"
Bonnie nodded her head slowly, her head rotating toward Damon and he could almost read her thoughts. "Yeah. But it wasn't just us. Actually it was the three of us," she waved her hand between Damon, Elena and herself.
Elena's eyebrows shot upward as she looked from Damon to Bonnie. "I don't remember Damon being there."
"Yeah. That's because it was a good memory of Damon," Caroline interjected and then ducked behind Stefan when Elena shot her a fiery look.
"Yeah," Elena looked confused for a moment and then shook her head. "So where is everybody else?"
"You're the first to arrive," Stefan pointed out to try to try to diffuse the awkward tension. "Who wants to play a game? We do have games?" he looked to Damon who nodded.
"Yup. We have a piñata made to look like Ric, a bowl full of bloodbags and cider with lots of vodka for Drunky Pants a.k.a Caroline," Damon announced, rubbing his hands together.
Elena, Bonnie and Caroline just stood there staring at Damon until he rolled his eyes. "Okay. There is no piñata that looks like Ric. He's my best friend. If I was going to do that I would put the candy in Ric and then beat it out of him."
"Damon!" Elena yelled and Damon rolled his eyes.
"It's a joke," Damon moaned when Elena rolled her own eyes.
"I'm going to go find the punch bowl," Caroline muttered.
"I'm coming with you," Elena added, following her friend away from the Salvatore brothers.
"Way to go, Damon," Bonnie chuckled, coming over to stand beside him and pat him on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, if she drinks enough maybe she'll forget who you are altogether," Stefan quipped and Damon glared at him. "You didn't really put blood bags in a bowl, did you?" he questioned Damon who stormed off, back up the stairs and into his room. This night was becoming a disaster already.
Two hours into his own party, which Damon had decided he no longer wanted to take part in, he had drunk half a bottle of bourbon and was sitting in his tub, fully clothed. "Damon?" Ric called and Damon sneered at the sound. "Damon, Stefan told me you were in here. Can I come in or are you going to try to kill me, 'cause I have a hot date downstairs and I want to live to see how this works out."
"Whatever," Damon muttered under his breath. Ric entered the bathroom and peered down at Damon who glowered up at him. "What do ya want?" Damon grunted.
"I want you to go downstairs. You got the girl once, just go sweep her off her feet," Ric coaxed, reaching down and yanking the bottle away. "And drink some mouthwash. You smell like you've been swimming in this stuff." He waved the bottle at Damon who shrugged.
"Sure." Getting to his feet, Damon waltzed back down the stairs with Ric in tow. He found Elena talking to a tall, brunette woman. "Hey there ladies," he greeted them with a smirk.
"Damon," Elena said, looking from her companion to Damon. "Jo, this is my… This is Damon. Damon, Jo. She's my boss."
"Oh," Damon took Jo's hand and kissed the back. "So, how is Elena's training going? Is she all you could have hoped for in a doctor-to-be?"
"Yes. Actually she is," Jo replied as Alaric came to stand beside her.
"Oh. Wait a minute. This is the date. Ric, you're not trying to score Elena brownie points by showing Jo here your sexy dance?" Damon teased with a mocking grin that made Ric roll his eyes.
"Damon, why don't you and Elena go and dance and leave other people alone?" Ric suggested.
Damon grinned at that idea while Elena's cheeks flushed. "Ummm… Uh…," Elena seemed to be trying to be trying to figure out an excuse when their song came on the speakers and Damon reached out and grabbed her. He was done trying to be patient. Literally carrying her to the dance floor, he set her on her feet and began to bounce around.
Elena rolled her eyes at Damon's antics but after a long minute she began to bounce around, letting the beat move her. She was so carried away by the music she barely noticed when Damon leaned over and gently bit her neck. Gasping in shock, she let out a sigh as he drank from her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let her head loll. When she leaned backward, Damon grinned at her, his mouth covered in blood.
"I feel so close to you," Damon sang and Elena felt like there was something. Like there was something trying to force itself into her mind but she couldn't get to it. Shaking her head, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Damon's neck puncturing his skin and taking her fill. This felt familiar, like they had done this before, not all of it at the same time, but like there were overlapping moments that happened at different times. And she missed this feeling, his arms around her, his blood in her mouth.
Pulling away, Elena stared up at Damon feeling drunk on his blood. She leaned forward and kissed him on impulse. She wanted to know if his lips tasted as good as his blood. In fact, they tasted better. Gripping his hair, she pressed her body as close to his as she could get it. "Want to get out of here?" Damon asked when they finally parted and she nodded.
Damon took Elena by the hand and they moved quickly out of the room, down the crowded hall, up the stairs and into his bedroom. Picking Elena up, Damon carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist, into his room and laid her down on his bed. "Be back in a minute," he said and she frowned when he pulled away.
Locking his door because he would kill anyone that stopped this from happening, Damon turned back to the woman on his bed. He could not believe that this was happening. Grinning he returned to Elena. "You're sure?" he asked. He didn't want her to do anything she would regret tomorrow.
"Yes," Elena replied, her hands going down to his pants. She didn't have to tell him twice as he freed her from her costume. He had missed her. He had come back from hell just to feel her in his arms again. This was everything to him. Just to hold her was enough for him to die a hundred deaths, happily. "Damon," Elena whispered, stroking his face as he kissed her shoulder. "Damon."
"Yes," Damon murmured, staring down at her and moving a strand of hair from her cheek.
"Damon, I love you," Elena said quietly and Damon felt his heart soar as he looked down at her.
"I love you, too," Damon replied and then began to kiss her like he had wanted to every single night he went to bed, alone, in 1994. He was never going to lose her again he promised himself. Never.
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