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Summary: She has a demon inside of, eating her from the inside. She needs saving before she becomes one of the worst things she would hate to ever turn into. Who will save her? The White or Black knight?
Author's Note: Whoa Episode 5 was...sad at times, especially with the Caroline - Mom situation. I am waiting to see some Damon and Elena moments, something big hopefully, I've seen cute, big Stefan and Elena moments...but I want to see a big Damon and Elena moment..it would be très intéressants...No?
Anyways onto the new chapter, the chapter that balances things out. (Yes I love my...even numbers it's like a tendency...an obsession of some sort? -cringe-)
P.S. I hope Elena isn't too out of character, along with any other character from the T.V. series starring in this chapter. If they are I apologize!
The cool air descended onto him but didn't affect him whatsoever.
He was looking for the perfect meal, the perfect pretty neck…the perfect morsel.
Damon strode past the nightclub with a stern looking bouncer trying to appear as if he was intimidating. The lights filtered through whenever the door opened and loud music drifted out to the night air.
His eyes flicked towards a group of people, no doubt trying to get into the club and it seemed like they were succeeding in their attempt. His eyes rested lastly on the brunette at the front stationed beside a dark haired male. Her hair fell in gentle rivulets, iron straight rivulets. The style of her hair was identical to Elena's, the posture and air surrounding her was something akin to Katherine but Elena at the same time.
He could have mistaken the girl for that… cold hearted bitch Katherine or…Elena.
Something he had been trying to repress for so long, rushed through him.
Clenching a fist he bit back the emotion and got himself internally under control.
He needed to keep himself under control…he couldn't lose himself again to those feelings again…Even if it meant flipping the switch, the dangerous vampire switch.
Blankly he looked away from the female figure that had captured his eyes previously and he began striding past human bodies on the dark streets as he walked around the side of the buildings.
As he walked in silence and scanned for the perfect, tasty looking morsel he stuffed his hands in his pockets casually. His throat and his body craved alcohol mainly to curb the blood lust, the desire to feed - even if it was only by the littlest of quantity - was there burning. It was like a prodding sensation in his mind, trying to coax him to skip feeding for now and just drink carelessly.
He licked his lips at the thought of the taste and feel of bourbon or even scotch burning down his throat in a delicious sort of pain.
Damon's thought process halted for moment as a tasty looking blonde sashayed past him, loose curls bouncing and spilling down onto her back, pretty green eyes full of spunk, full of attitude sparkling, tanned skin glowing. Legs, shoulders, arms and neck bare. The blonde was only clad in a mini skirt, tank top and high heels.
Perfect.
Quietly he stalked the skimpy blonde. She kept increasing her pace little by little, he heard her heart racing furiously, pumping that delicious blood of hers furiously.
Adrenaline was coursing through her and her choice of either flight or fight was flight.
Silly little blonde lamb.
Damon enjoyed this little game of predator and prey, cat and mouse. He was getting amusement out of riling her up, instilling fear into her just before devouring her lifeblood.
When she darted through the dark alleyway full of unknowns hiding within the darkness, a smirk broke out on his face.
What a stupid escape route.
Damon sauntered slowly, dragging out her fear filled torture. Just before the little blonde reached the dead end that awaited before her, he blurred towards her and spun her around. Her back gently hit the brick wall and he smirked up at her.
As the little sheep gazed into his eyes, fear and even lust filled the green depths. He could practically smell the desire radiating off of her trembling body. Even in fear this little female desired him, he could tell even without compulsion - by the way her eyes slightly glazed over and her pupils dilated - that she wanted him.
Craning his neck closer he dragged his lips down her neck and flicked his tongue, dragging it slowly across the side of soft flesh. A gasp of pleasure left her and his smirk widened as he ran his teeth over the path he had gone over just before.
Abruptly he went in vampire mode and flicked out his fangs, instantly slicing through the soft flesh.
Warm, sweet blood pooled into his mouth and gushed down his throat. Damon couldn't bit back the moan of pleasure that the feed brought him.
He kept drinking until he knew she was going to pass out. Retracting his fangs, just before the girl knocked out he compelled her, his pupils dilating and shrinking. "You won't remember this little encounter; you'll just think you fell down hard from drinking too much." As soon as he finished speaking the girl slumped and he put her body aside, near a doorway, the view blocked by huge dumpsters.
Getting up and licking away the traces of blood he strutted out of the alleyway, heading for the nearest and decent bar.
As soon as he entered the bar, he sat down and ignored everyone…save for the bartender, that is until he got his glass of bourbon and the bottle left behind for him.
Quickly Damon got to it and knocked back a good amount of bourbon, his goal to drink until….he wanted to stop, until he was satisfied.
So he sat there, silently…ignoring any female company because he wasn't in the mood. He wasn't even in the mood to call up the sorority girls. So the great Damon Salvatore sat there alone, drinking until he was content.
God am I turning into Stefan?
All broody and sulky?
Ew…
With a sharp sigh he filled his glass and drank more.
Before he knew it, he felt buzzed…the alcohol wasn't getting to him yet, not fully anyway. However Damon was bored, so he got up and slapped down his payment and left.
He began strolling around, aimlessly hoping to find amusement. Suddenly after turning a few corners the brunette appeared again standing in the dimly lit alleyway he stood outside of, he couldn't see her face fairly well yet but he saw a unfamiliar strawberry blonde in tow, obviously lusting after this girl.
As he passed the two engaged couple, his sensitive nose picked up the scent of one of his kin, a vampire. Instantly he stiffened, the scent was familiar but…it was covered in that vampire scent.
He slowed his pace further that is until he got a glimpse of the female vampire's face. It was a short glimpse, but it was enough for him to recognize the person. The expression on her face was the same, so familiar.
A seductive expression full of sultry tones filled the planes of her face; the only different thing was the straight hair. It looked like the two were a in an intimate, heated make out session…which he knew was not the case.
His body was filled with weak stabs of love, anger and sorrow coupled with betrayal.
After so long, the bitch finally showed after breaking his heart.
All at the same time he had the impulse to, stake her, strangle her, gather her up in his arms and kiss her passionately, to show her how much he had hurt because of her, how much he had loved her.
Damon did none of those things; he just watched her drink the male dry, to the point of his demise.
She limply dropped his body and stiffened, tensely and swivelled around towards him.
Her brown depths tinged with the slightest bit of coldness and sparks of fire. He saw anger and annoyance stirring in those brown depths.
Her lightly blood stained mouth set into a defiant line and her face creased reflecting her anger and annoyance.
He took in her leather jacket, corset, jean and booted attire and felt something stirring inside of him.
Damn, blood bond.
He hated that he had a blood bond with her, yet he couldn't fully bring himself to regret it sometimes. He admitted though a few times that the blood bond was a mistake. After having his eyes opened as much as they were now, he realized this fact.
Involuntarily with a blank face and an equally blank voice he uttered her name as if he was questioning her. "Katherine?"
As he stood in silence he saw something flit across the brown orbs.
That strange dark anger was intensified at the sound of her doppel ganger's name.
It irked her to be called that for some reason…sure she herself was a bitch in her own way…but for some reason, she got the feeling that Katherine was in an entire class of being a different kind of cold bitch that she didn't want to be grouped into.
Narrowing her eyes she decided to play the part and try to fake being who he had called her. She would try and act like a different…sort of cold or colder bitch.
Genuine questioning and curiosity filled her tone. "You are?"
The vampire before her, she had to admit was delicious…but she wouldn't be easily wooed by his good looks, Sin could take this man easily in the good looking department. Anyways she wasn't just mainly easily attracted by just good looks; other things determined her true, real feelings for a man.
She focused more onto the vampire standing before, who scoffed and had anger filling his features. Incredulity and sarcasm laced his tone. "Really, you don't remember me?"
Elena rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Yes, I don't."
"The older, charming, hotter brother who you used for your own personal gain and then behind my back you slept with not just me…but my brother. Then you turned us both, feeding from us and then feeding us both you're blood." His tone was venomous.
Dude, are you ever cocky...you're not the only cocky male I've been around even if it's been for five seconds or longer…Sin's like this too but in a charmingly…turn on…flirty way.
Rarely has it ever been annoying…so far.
You're cockiness is anything but endearing right now…especially because I harbour this…this strange dark anger towards you for some reason…
I wonder if you're part of my past.
What role do you play?
Elena lifted her right hand and inspected her nails absently as she slightly shook her head. "Nope, doesn't ring a bell."
"That's funny because Katherine Pierce I haven't forgotten your manipulative, cold hearted bitch face. So what the hell are doing here in Mystic Falls?" Elena dropped her arms and sighed.
So that's what her full name is.
Gazing into those piercing cerulean eyes Elena clucked her tongue before speaking. "Nothing."
"Doubt it. You always have plans." Elena frowned.
"Are you sure I always do…I mean I could have just came here to relax? Anyways, why do you care?" She rose a single brow questioningly.
He was silent for a moment before answering. "I went through so much shit, so much misery for you Katherine. I killed and bloodied my hands for you, then it turns out you weren't in the tomb…like Emily said, like you were supposed to be."
What did this chick, do to this guy?
He sounds kind of whiny…it's annoying.
Sighing she tossed her hair back that fell into her eyes and over her shoulder before crossing her arms, adorning an expression of boredom, annoyance, indifference lacing her tone. "That was your choice, I didn't ask for you to try and free me. Don't blame me for the misinformation. It was really stupid for you to think that I wouldn't find a way or even try to free myself. Its all on you, your choices not mine."
The male looked dumbfounded and she even saw a flash of hurt that is until anger darkened his expression. In a blur she found herself against the wall near the dead body with vacant blue eyes staring up into the darkened abyss above. The grip on her arm tight and menacing, this vampire's eyes burned with blue fire an intense flame changing the colour of his eyes and making them a more vibrant cerulean crystalline colour.
His voice was full of tongue lashing malice as he spoke, his body tense. "You're a selfish bitch you know that." Elena knew she should be frightened but she wasn't that half flicked on vampire switch fixed that. Plus she had weapons, secret weapons, and powers in her arsenal that helped her defend and take down an aged vampire like the one before her. She was sort of….above a normal vampire, as were the others in the large group she was a part of.
Thank god for witches' magic.
The witches brew prevails and aids all.
His grip on hers tightened as she gazed into his eyes and his breathing quickened. "I hate you." He breathed out, his pupils dilating.
She knew that look.
Sin showed that look many times to her.
The desire filled look.
Oh god…no, no…
Please don't tell me he wants to…
NO! DON'T YOU DARE!
You understand me!
His eyes tilted down to gaze at her parted lips, horror striking her.
NO! You bastard don't come closer to my lips or I will seriously bite you!
I will feed you so much vervain you won't be able to walk for months!
Quickly she bit back her horror and pulled her arm roughly from his hold, elbow hitting the brick wall gingerly. Elena pushed him back and harshly spoke as he landed behind first onto the pavement, elbows propped against it, as he stared up at her with cerulean eyes blazing. "Don't you dare."
In a flash she grabbed his forearm and roughly twisted, kneeling so that she was practically eye level with him. "I don't know who you are but I'm not doing this with you. I'm annoyed and I'm the wrong person to piss off."
"Still don't remember me huh?" He laughed humourlessly, eyes fluttering closed every so often in pain as he groaned at the tight, tense hold on his broken, disjointed limb.
"No." Elena said blankly.
"Fine, I'll spill. Does the name Damon Salvatore jog you're memory?"
Anger coursed through her from some unknown place like white hot fire. Her hold on his limb tightened and he gasped gently, her vampiric sensitive hearing picking up the sound. She faked a look of realization as words poured past her lips sharply.
"Well Damon, It's been nice seeing you again…after so long. This is where we part ways." Roughly she picked him up by the collar and threw him against the wall, in an attempt to knock him out.
She didn't have any Vervain handy on her body so she made do with her vampiric strength. Knock him out was the prime goal and she knew she succeed as she saw his eyes shut and his breathing quiet, into a dull, soft noise.
Quickly she dragged the human body into an empty dumpster and poured a gasoline filled vial just before she set a match on the dead human male. She watched the body burn before producing another vial and sprinkling it over the now fragile soon to be ash body. The flames died instantly. When the wind would soon gently breeze onto the still form, the body would disintegrate into ashes and breeze through with the wind.
Giving a sideways glance to the vampire male still passed a thought spun in her mind.
Who the hell is Damon Salvatore?
She thought about the name as she walked over to the door and opened it to see Sin, in what looked like a passionate embrace. He turned and she saw him lift, his lips bloody as he grinned his vampire smile. The dark light concealing the two, it was easy to see with her quick sensitive, vampire eye sight.
Sin's lips ran along his pouted lips as he reached out for her.
Her body flushed and her silent heart seemed to animate and rush at the sight of him.
Slowly she swayed over and his grin grew as they held hands as they fed until the point of the girl's demise. Dropping the girl, and stepping to the side there lips met and she tasted the girl's life mixing with Sin's unique sensual taste.
After a few heated minutes she parted.
They drug the body out to the same dumpster and performed the same ministration she just previously performed. Elena glanced at the spot where Damon had been, but she found it vacant.
A frown on her face formed unconsciously as they walked back into the club.
The name of the vampire that had ominously disappeared rang in her mind.
Damon…
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Until chapter five!