Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Vampire Diaries, the book series nor the T.V. series. Or the entire fandom in anyway, L.J Smith and the creators of the show own both and L.J. smith is the proper creator of the entire series.
Summary: She has a demon, 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?
Author's Note: Hey guys, here's another update. I hope you enjoy this one. This chapter will be one of few that will kind of hint at things slowly and minimally. So I guess I could say the mystery begins. There's going to be times when she questions herself and things might be confusing because she won't know who to believe - you'll know why in chapter's to come.
Bare with My slow progress! =P
Also...Thanks to LoveIsBlindness for beta'ing this chapter, she makes my stories better. ^^
Like a whispery echo, she heard it again.
Elena…
The voice seemed to blend into the dark of the forest and trees, singing with ashen fire in her veins. Calling to her in a most primal way; Elena knew the voice better than her own…since the day it first seared through her ears and imprinted its tones in her mind.
As if under the effects of compulsion – Elena found herself ignoring the confused and most likely shocked vampire behind her. She pivoted on her heels in time with the fluttering of her eyes closed.
Elena's fingers flexed as she took in a sweet sigh of a breath, shutting down her mind to anything insignificant and listened for the call of the wild again.
You're very cold, my dear… I'm here, but much further away.
With a slight upturn of her lips and a light furrow of her brows, she began to move in human speed at first.
She was totally oblivious of anything else, but not what was happening inside her.
The bloody bodies had instantly been forgotten behind her.
Damon stared at the lifeless forms on the ground. Necks torn into but not enough, that it'd be deemed as a kill of a "Ripper", although bloody enough to look mangled. She had done it so quick before his eyes.
And then his blue gaze locked onto Elena's slowly retreating form with a blank face.
His still heart told him to follow her to wherever she was going.
His mind told him otherwise.
While his impulsiveness didn't frankly give a damn and caused him to follow her through the forest anyways. He was so not going to pull a "Stefan" and wait too late to figure out what's going on inside that pretty little brunette head of hers.
Sighing gently to himself he wondered what other vampire Elena surprises he would find, and, honestly, a part of him didn't want to know or see what she was like now.
Her feet moved on an almost leisurely pace, peppered with slight desperation as if she wished to enjoy the scenery, but loved playing this game of hide and seek, and couldn't wait to reach the end to catch her "prize".
Closer… Find me if you can.
Shivering with a jolt of warmth, her eyes opened sweeping in front of her for her "prey" and took in another deep breath; her eyes and pupils catching every detail as if storing it away for later use. A few more steps and her feet carried her deeper into the forest, she noticed that the chirping of crickets quietened to a soft hum barely detectable to the human ear as well as the soft call of an owl.
Leaves and weak, rotted twigs snapped under the weight of her feet. The smell of freesia and sweet, crisp lavender filled her nose. The trees seemed to lean in around her, darkening her path further and blocking out as much moonlight as possible. Only little dapples of light lay upon the ground, or tree's here and there, causing those affected spots to shimmer.
Stopping and gazing upwards, her eyes searched the tops of the trees for shadows until her eyes caught the moon shining ever so beautifully, her breaths softly leave her lips.
You're getting warmer.
The words sent more rushes of warmth through her blood, her feet quickened in response. Her legs itched to run instead of walk, but Elena denied herself - if she did hurry, the fun would be short lived.
Tearing her gaze from the moon, a wolf's howl sounded into the night, shaking her awake.
It was then as she took a few more steps forward that her nose caught another scent.
A scent so undeniably male that was: simmering with musk, burning with cinnamon and an enticing aroma of dark chocolate; sweetly laced with lavender, ginger and sandalwood. Two words came to mind whenever she got a whiff.
Black Magic.
The corners of her lips upturned into a smirk, closing her eyes she took a deep breath and let the scent override her senses and mind.
Giving in, her muscles tensed and she ran at a blurring speed after the scent. The wind whipped her hair back and chilled her skin, although it didn't even faze her for she didn't feel it.
It took her all but a few minutes until she found herself stopping at the base of the clearing which was dotted with violet, blue and red flowers as well as clover and other colors around the trees and the clearing
But, she didn't stop because she had reached the clearing.
The figure standing in the centre crouched down, making her stop.
Elena felt an ache in her chest rapidly begin to bleed and burn into her throat. If she had a heart, it would surely beat fast right now. She walked slowly towards the form that didn't stop its ministrations.
Moonlight cast a silvery light over the shape, outlining every crease and feature. Dark, dishevelled hair fell into bright blue-green eyes swimming with focus on the task of hands. She saw fingers weaving clover, red, blue and purple flowers together in a shape of a circlet in lazy movements. The moon glinted off white silver and gold flecks of the Lapis Lazuli as well as the earring. He was wrapped up in a black sweater, grey slacks and his leather boots.
"Found you," she says in a sing-song voice as she walked slowly towards the figure.
"You took long enough. Getting soft, my darling?" amusement painted his bored tone.
"As if, you're sure it's not you, Mr. Arts and Crafts?" She grinned down at him.
"Just because I'm sitting here, weaving plants together, doesn't mean I'm getting soft. I was bored; it was there so I did it. It's a very simple concept." Jumping to his feet as he tied a knot with the thorns and stems he braided into it all, a smirk on his lips.
"You know, it doesn't matter how you say it, but weaving plants together doesn't sound "manly"." Sin laughed, his blue green orbs locking with her brown ones.
"Sweetie, that's because I'm not a man… I'm…a monster." Sin flashed a deadly grin and looked into her eyes with a glint in his eyes that she knew was a combination of mischievousness and thirst.
"Ooh, I'm so scared of this face. I've forgot you're quite the serial murder." Her fingers brushed down his cheek, and his sharp canines went after her fingers as soon as she pulled away.
"You better remember, because I'm the big, bad demon that crawls through the windows in the dead of night and drinks the sweet wine from the necks of maidens in a mocking lover's kiss. Then I devour their souls and screw with their dreams; I like turning them into bloody nightmares," his violent words clashed with the gentle gesture of placing the circlet on her and then the running his fingers through her hair only to end up tracing the shape of her lips.
"Wow, you sound more like an Incubus than a vampire; although I had my suspicions for awhile." Sin didn't say or do anything for a moment, but chuckle softly.
"So where did you go?" Sin asked softly, gazing into her eyes and bringing her closer to his body.
"To pay someone a little visit," she sighed, hoping he wouldn't ask for any further information. Elena did not want Sin going ballistic and tearing the older Salvatore into two in a fit of passiveness or whatever. Especially if he knew what she was feeling and the urge she had to kiss him awhile ago. Damon was hers to terrorize and play with; she already was coming up with numerous plans.
"You were gone for awhile… I thought you were kidnapped despite the note…plus you reek of male. Not sure I like that though," he sniffed and grunted in protest, sounding whiny at the beginning before drifting off into a clipped tone.
Sin tensed for a moment, as if something alarmed him. It showed in his eyes because the green-blue pools hardened into sharp, solid gems and his mouth set into a tight line. His nostrils flared slightly, and his eyes narrowed which made Elena's brow furrow and instead of asking questions at that moment, she tried to soothe his sudden tenseness. Then, his eyes flicked over to the direction of the trees with a strange intensity she hadn't seen before. It was like he saw something…or even someone.
"Hey, Hey." Her finger brushed his cheek again bringing him back to the reality. His eyes softened when they locked onto hers.
"Calm down, I'm fine." She buried her face in his chest, further breathing in his scent. His body relaxed in response to the gesture, and it brought out a small, genuine smile from her.
Sin hummed casually, all signs of hostility gone. "You'd better be or there will be blood."
After a moment, Sin spoke again with a joking tone, "Pity, I really wanted to kill someone tonight." A laugh bubbled past her lips as Elena wrapped her arms around Sin's muscled form.
Damon followed Elena for a good while through the forest which by the way was like a freaking maze.
On top of that, at the last minute Elena had begun moving fairly quickly even for someone like him; Damon was the older of the two after all.
He eventually found himself peering from behind the length of a tree at the back of Elena's figure, reaching the area beyond out of eye sight. After a few minutes, when he continued to tentatively follow her and only stopped at the entrance of the clearing in front of them.
He took in the scene before him. Elena's arms were wrapped around a guy's waist and her face hidden by his chest.
But this guy wasn't just any guy.
With a clench of his fists, he breathed and sensed the power radiating off him and the sheer numbers of years this vampire had over the Salvatore's. That, and this vampire's dark aura radiating of him like lethal poison. He had a bad feeling in his gut just by staring at him and feeling his presence near his own.
He felt an icy gaze burn into him, and his eyes returned to the couple. The sight waiting for him made him involuntarily shiver. Twin pools of blue green were burning with icy gem intensity. He swallowed, and truly felt fear for what hadn't happened in a long while.
There was so much poison, malice and danger reflected in those eyes. These very eyes said they had done and seen many things…not exactly all good – things beyond what Damon had ever done and felt.
They were spelled with bloodlust and killer's intentions.
They burned: Kill.
Shivering again, Damon tore his gaze away in a desperate urge to look away.
Who is this guy?
And…what is Elena doing with him?
He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach and an ache where his heart was staring at the two in such an intimate pose; one he had dreamed of experiencing himself.
Damon's mind was spinning with so many questions that he ended up causing himself a head rush. His vision was becoming slightly spotted, blurry and distorted. He felt light as air and began to suffer from similar effects of vertigo.
Weakly, Damon stumbled back to meet the bark of a huge tree, and took a minute to take deep breaths and wait out the head rush.
Nothing was making sense, he didn't get why Elena was not behaving like Elena. He always thought if she were to become a vampire she'd not go about it in this way.
Elena was good.
She was the opposite of himself.
The way she tore into those human's neck was a bizarre sight.
Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fore fingers. Damon needed some serious answers, he had a bad feeling about all this funny business. Something wasn't…right.
Sin pulled back to look at Elena, and when they're eyes met she felt a jolt.
She felt his gaze trail down to her still bloodstained lips, his tongue flicking across his own in desire.
"Well, it looks like someone fed without me," Sin murmured, with a little pout, his thumb brushed her lower lip, tugging it downwards gently.
"Sorry, I was super thirsty," her tone was sincerely guilty and apologetic.
Sighing, Sin unlatched one of the arms at her waist and ran his fingers through his midnight hair. "Well I suppose that it's my turn to feed. God knows I'm thirsty, I haven't had anything since you left." He gave her a mock pained expression, and clutched his throat with his free hand before his grin returned to his lips.
Her arms tightened around his waist. "Well I suppose we'll have to fix that, won't we?" Sin's lips crashed with a bit of roughness upon hers, tongue darting out again to lap up the little quantity of dried blood left on her lips. A sharp exhale left her lips as Sin's lips swept to the corners of her mouth and then to her chin.
And just as quickly as it happened his lips left her flesh and he pulled back to thread his fingers through hers with his usual mischievous grin, and ran with her following out of the forest.
An hour later, the pair was heading up the stone steps and using the huge lion shaped knocker.
Sin had an arm hanging off her shoulders when the door creaked open revealing a human with hair the color of a soft, glowing flame wrapped into a sophisticated bun on top of her head. Pale, green eyes nervously glanced down as the servant in a grey frock bowed slightly to the side - her eyes fixed on her black wool stockings and black flats.
Casually, they walked in to the sounds of an almost silent castle, and the maid dashed up the staircase quickly in the direction of Vesper's room.
Hardly anyone was home, which suited her fine.
Elena looked at Sin who was currently adorning a bored and dazed face, causing her to crack a smile at the cuteness of such an expression. She let him lead her to the library.
Elena sat against Sin on one of the large, black and blue Victorian chaise sofas. His legs rest gently against hers on the chair while his foot just dangled a little off the edge. She let her body relax against his as he propped his chin up on her head.
Her eyes looked around the shadowy library; the only source of light was an ember glow of a dying fire from the fireplace which would explain the chill that she felt. Although the cold didn't bother her body anymore, now that she was a blood sucking demon.
Internally, she laughed at the comment. "Blood sucking demon."
But then, thoughts of earlier today drifted in her mind. She tried to push them away, not wanting to feel the venomous anger she had felt in his presence. All the while, Elena became aware of the soft gesture of fingers absently running through her hair, and the equally gentle sensation of a vibration emitting from Sin's chest.
She laughed softly to herself again for a second – her previous thoughts chased away.
He was purring again.
Sin usually did it, it seemed like he was extremely content and relaxed; especially if he was satiated enough. It brought the image of a fat cat who had just devoured salmon and curled up near a warm fire, licking at its chops.
Her gaze landed on her wrist where his fingers had begun to trace little patterns over the veins, and after a minute she got an idea.
Sin made a sound of surprise when Elena quickly turned around and straddled his waist. Gazing at him, with playfulness in her eyes, she brought her wrist to hover over her mouth and before her features shifted, she sunk her fangs deep into the flesh. Elena, careful to not let a single drop of blood to fall, pushed it gently against Sin's mouth who was currently gazing at her blankly but with a little hint of shock in his eyes. His fingers snaked around her arm, and he guided it past his lips to touch his teeth, first licking it and then taking a breath before his fangs re-pierced the wound. His eyes closed in pleasure, and pleasure slammed into Elena's body in the form of a shaky breath.
His lips suddenly left her wrist, but he still held it as he brought his free wrist up to his own mouth and bit into it roughly. She felt a flush when he eagerly tore his own wrist away from his mouth and pressed it to hers. Her own fangs ached as they bit the bleeding wound, and he took her wound quickly into his mouth and continued to drink her blood.
Humming in contentment, her eyes drifted closed for a silent moment to enjoy the warmth radiating off his body as they shared blood.
Creak.
The library doors swung open gently, and the click of footsteps caused both to groan in annoyance and pull away, inches apart; both staring at the intruder who had a goofy smirk on his face.
"Woo, getting hot and heavy, I see." Sin glared at Fenris who stood there with that idiot and bamboo grin, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"What. The. Hell. Do. You. Want. As you can see I'm kind of busy," Sin snarled at Fenris, shooting him a death glare that sent a shiver through Fenris.
Fenris slid back into his cocky, playful attitude, grinning and winking at the pair. "I can see that. But seriously, dude, chill out! I actually came on important business, boss." He tacked on the title with a little sarcasm and true respect.
Sighing, Elena licked her lips to get rid of most of the blood that had settled there.
With her eyes shut, she listened to the rest of the conversation.
"It'd better be important." Sin wrapped his arms around Elena's waist.
"First off numero uno, I have this letter for you that has to be read immediately." She heard soft patting against material and a murmured, "Just one second, I'm sure I have it on me still…I couldn't have misplaced it." Sin growled low in his throat which made Fenris laugh. "I'm kidding!"
"Here we go, see I didn't lose it!" She heard the rustle of paper and then Sin's breathing stopped.
"Is that all?" he sounded hopeful and annoyed.
"Ves told me she needed to talk to you about something, it's urgent." At this Elena's eyes opened with her eye-level directed to Sin's feet entangled with her own.
Sin sighed and was quiet. "Okay tell her I'll speak with her later." He rubbed his eyes tiredly before he tipped his head back.
"Sure man, see yea!" Only as soon as the library doors creaked once, then twice did she open her eyes and look up at Sin who was focused on the parchment paper in front of him. His body was tensed then relaxed, but his face contorted into annoyance.
"What's wrong?" she inquired.
Sin shook his head. "Nothing really, but I think I'm going to need to talk to Vesper right now." He folded the paper and tucked it away before gazing at her face lovingly, and then roughly but apologetically kissed her forehead. "Sorry."
She waved him off. "It's fine." Her instincts told her otherwise but she didn't want him to know that, so she just let him get back up and she took his place on the chaise sofa, spread out among its length.
"See you later then, okay?" he spoke quietly his distant voice, looking down at her with a strange, tense expression.
"Yea, go have fun!" He snorted and then was gone.
Elena closed her eyes again, and in response to the silence was flooded with a multi-tude of questions and doubts.
What was in that letter, it didn't seem like nothing…
Elena honestly had a bad feeling in her gut. Something wasn't right, but she couldn't put a finger on it.
Leaning back she lay there, wrist flung across closed eyes as the fire died out, with a sense of unease brewing in her stomach. She'd push it to the back burner for now, no use in fretting about it.
At least that's what she felt for now.
Author's Note: Did you guy's like it? I hope you did! Also, thanks again to LoveIsBlindness for betaing yet another chapter. I feel more assured in my writings with her doing so.
P.S. I know not alot happened in this chapter but there will be some action soon. This chapter had to be done to kind of set off the next few. Its one of more to come build up chapters.
Hope you a had a great Easter guys!