Elena's Baby Chapter 7: Control, a vampire diaries fanfic

Story: Elena's Baby

Chapter: Control

Disclaimer: I still don't own The Vampire Diaries or its characters, sadly. However, I am working on it!

Elena sighed as she put her phone in her messenger bag. Of course, leave it to Damon to never answer his damn cellphone. She knew she shouldn't have been texting him anyway, considering she was supposed to be at the park with Ava. Though, with all that's going on in their lives, Elena just wanted to know that Damon was within reach if something happened to her or Ava.

Ava.

Her pride and joy, her love and sole reason for her existence-okay, maybe not sole, Damon was a huge part of her existence as well. Without them, she would be nothing.

Elena and Ava were enjoying their time together at the park. She couldn't think of a better way to spend her afternoon. The weather was exquisite; the sun was shining but there was a small breeze. There was no one at the park, just them. You could hear the faint cries of "Higher, Mommy, higher!" As Elena pushed Ava on the swings—and not the baby swings, the big girl swings. Once Ava was done, she had opted to play on the slide while Elena watched.

"Elena Gilbert? Is that you?" A warm feminine voice said from behind her.

Elena turned her head and smiled brightly. There stood the woman who helped Elena get through University while still taking care of her baby. She was the lovely, middle aged, widowed mother, with twin boys about a year older than Ava. "Wendy, oh my-It's so good to see you!" Elena said.

"It's been a while, Gilbert. I haven't seen you since last year in August for the apartment cook-out. My boys have been dying to see Ava. How is she?" Wendy smirked, holding the hands of both her twin boys.

Elena smiled as she faintly remembers dressing a newly 3-year-old Ava in a spaghetti strap casual dress for the cook-out; it was brutal. She looked over to her now almost 4-year-old daughter laughing hysterically on the slide and smirked.

"I'm here with her, she's over at the slide if the boys want to see her," Elena said to Wendy. Sure enough, both Eric and Kyle raced over to the slide to see Ava.

"Those boys are head over heels for Ava, they've been in love with her since they laid eyes on her at the apartment," Wendy cooed.

Elena thought back to her first day at the apartment. She couldn't live on campus with a roommate because she had a baby so she opted for the cheapest apartment she could find. It just so happened that a broken down and small five hundred dollar, two bedroom, one bathroom, apartment complex. She shuddered when she thought about what she had to go through with living there with a baby and raising said baby there.

There were drug deals going on in lower floors, leaking ceilings, robberies, breaking and entering scandals, a never working elevator even though they lived on the thirteenth floor. It was a terrible two and a half years and Elena had so many regrets with choosing it. What made it better through that whole ordeal were Wendy and her boys. She covered babysitting for free when Elena was working or at school and Elena babysat Wendy's boys when Wendy needed time for herself.

The first day was one of her favourite memories though because no matter how shitty the apartment was, Wendy welcomed them with open arms. Eric and Kyle had goo-goo eyes for little Ava and they were inseparable after that. That is, until Elena moved back to Mystic Falls.

"I remember it like it was only yesterday," Elena smiled.

Ava was contemplating another round down the slide when she was met with two fraternal twin boys. She turned around to have a better look at them before grinning wildly. "Hi!" She exclaimed. She was so excited that she hadn't said anything but that, thereafter giving both of them a big hug—much to Kyle's dismay.

"I missed you, Ava," Eric smiled.

She blushed and folded her hands behind her back in shyness. "I missed you guys too, want to play on the swings? Momma says I can play on the big girl swings because in older now," she said with a toothy grin.

Kyle looked over at the swings and saw that there were only two that were side by side yet there were three people. Knowing Ava would pick one, that left him and his brother to fight over one. He glared at Eric as Eric nodded frantically with a smile on his face as he walked over to them with Ava. Feeling left out, he decided to leave them and play with the birds by the gazebo.

Meanwhile, Ava and Eric were swinging as high as they could go. "So are you in school yet?" Eric asked.

"No, not yet. I will be soon though; I'll be a big girl soon. Is school fun, Eric?" She asked timidly.

"Yeah, it's lots of fun. We get to sing songs, play games, read books and have nap time! Kyle is in my class too, he doesn't like school very much," Eric explained.

Ava frowned and turned her head, craning her neck to try and find Kyle. Then she spotted him by the gazebo, singing to the crows. She smiled at Eric and said, "I'll be back. I'm just going to see Kyle."

She swung off the swing and landed in the sand, dusting off her pants before running over to Kyle. When she approached him, she slowed her pace and eventually sits beside him. He noticed her beside him but didn't acknowledge her presence or say anything. That was when Ava got a good look at the aura glowing around him; it was a green that fluctuated from dark to light at different mood stages. She bent her head to catch his blue eyes and she smiled at him. As if she were a siren, he looked into her eyes and smiled back. "Hi," he whispered.

She smiles softly, "Hello. Why are sitting here by yourself? Do you like the birdies?"

He scoffed, rather embarrassed that she called him out on something he wanted to keep to himself. "No," he said.

She pouted, knowing he was lying. "My mommy said it's not nice to fib, why are you fibbing?" She asked.

He glared at her and scooted away from her, "Leave me alone, I'm not fibbing," he said.

She grew frustrated at the little boy and glared at him. She caught his gaze and felt her pupils dilating as she spoke. "Don't you ever lie to me again, tell me the truth: do you like birds?" She demanded.

As if he was a robot, his eyes were still stuck on hers and said "I will never lie to you again, I love birds," he answered in a monotone voice. Satisfied with her answer, she smiled and patted his knee before picking a dandelion from the grass and walking over to her mother. Who, by the way, was staring at her in complete shock and sudden anger.

Elena saw what Ava had done and couldn't help but wonder how she did it and why she would do it. Ava compelled Kyle to tell her the truth, alerting Elena to her senses. It was time to take her home. She turned to Wendy when Ava stood beside her. "Wendy, it was so nice to see you again. You have my number, text me your new address and we'll arrange for a play date or something another time," Elena smiled.

"Oh yeah, definitely. I'll see you soon, bye Ava!" Wendy said, chuckling as Ava waved her small hand and cowered behind Elena's legs. Elena gave Ava a scolding glare and nodded her head for Ava to walk ahead of her, her arms folded in her chest.

Once they were out of sight or hearing distance, Wendy picked up her phone and clicked her speed dial 4. "Hey, it's Wendy," she said.

"What do you have about the girl?" The gruff manly voice said.

"From what I know; she's got a heartbeat, and she has an inhuman speed. Though, she compelled one of my sons so she's not human. There's something about this girl, I just don't know what yet," she spoke.

"Get to know her more, I want to know everything I can about this girl," he said.

"Will do, sir. Talk to you soon," she assured him. She hung up the phone and looked up to the sky, guilt and grief clouding her perspective.

"God I hope I'm doing the right thing," she whispered, clutching at her vervain filled necklace.

They began walking home and when they were a little over half way, Ava turned around and looked up at her mother. Her eyes were a soft and concentrating blue, trying to understand why her mom was so upset with her. "Mommy, are you mad at me?" she asked.

Elena sighed, "Ava, I'm not mad at you. I'm upset with you for being rude to Kyle. Where are your manners, young lady?" she asked, though that wasn't the whole reason; compulsion.

"Was it because I made him tell the truth? I felt my eyes do something funny and then he did what I said. Is that why you're upset with me?" Ava asked.

"Yes, Ava, that is why I'm upset. That was beyond rude and anyone could have caught you doing that. You're special, baby. I taught you how to control your speed in public and now you do something like this?" She exclaimed in a whisper, looking around frantically just in case someone could hear them.

"But mommy, he lied to me. How else would I have gotten him to tell the truth? He deserved it! I should have made him eat the sand too for fibbing; you told me that it's a horrible thing to do!" Ava said, raising her voice.

Elena glared at her daughter as they walked up the driveway. "Ava, don't you dare. You're not to treat others that way, and just for thinking like that, I'm going to take away your Bratz house until you show a little respect," Elena said. It broke her heart to take away her favourite toy, but it had to be done. She had to learn that this was not acceptable.

Ava angrily looked into her mother's eyes, pupils dilating just like they did at the park with Kyle. "You won't take away my Bratz house, you won't take away any of my toys," Ava compelled Elena.

Elena's face grew angry and shocked all at once. Ava tried to compel her, obviously thinking she couldn't resist. Not knowing about the vervain Elena drank every morning. "That's it," Elena yelled. "You're grounded, young lady. I'm taking all your toys away and you're going up to your room until I say you can come out."

Ava's mouth opened wide and tears threatened to escape her eyes. "No mommy don't, please! I'm sorry!" Ava babbled but Elena was having none of it. They walked up the stairs of the porch and into the house. Damon was sitting on the couch when this was happening so he looked at her confused but Elena glared at him not to intervene just yet. She stared expectantly at Ava and just before she was going to plea to her mother again, Elena glared at her. Tears fell from Ava's eyes as she stomped up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door afterwards.

"Don't you think about coming out of there until I say so, do you hear me?" Elena bellowed from the front entrance, knowing Ava could hear her.

Damon sighed and put down the book he was reading. "So much for mother-daughter bonding day, what happened?" He asked.

She scoffed and took her shoes off, setting her coat on the clothing hanger by the door. "We met up with this woman Wendy at the park and her two sons—we knew them from the apartment in New York. Anyway, Ava wasn't getting her way so she compelled one of the boys and gave him some of her sass," she sighed.

She walked into the kitchen to grab some Tostitos chips from the pantry before ranting again. "Then, on the way home, she was giving me attitude and tried to compel me not to take her toys as a consequence. She tried to compel me, Damon," Elena sighed. She poured the chips onto a plate where she shredded cheese on top and threw some olives, tomatoes and spices, before popping it into the microwave. Elena frowned. "Where is my angel baby that would never act like this and who is that demon child upstairs," she said jokingly.

Damon's brow lifted in amusement, she was making nachos? Since when did she come off the healthy maniac train? Not that he was complaining, and he's never brought it up to her, but it was odd. Though, back on topic, he said, "Baby, don't you think you're overreacting a little?"

She pulled the plate out of the microwave and glared at him as she dug her fingers in for the first nacho. "I don't, actually. It is ridiculous that she thinks she can act this way, she tried to compel me, Damon; her own damn mother!" She yelled.

"I know that, I'm not excusing her actions. But she's only three; she's not exactly in control. She's impulsive because she's young and I'm going to guess her emotions are heightened as well so it's not exactly like she knows what she's doing," Damon tried to reason with her.

Elena rolled her eyes and put more nachos in her mouth, "Damon, I know that. But if we don't give her consequences then how will she ever learn?"

"She's apologized, Elena. That's the best she can do right now, you're not giving her any room for improvement. You're always scolding her, one day she's going to lash out. Why don't you try talking to her?" He suggested.

"Damon!" She bellowed. "I'm not an idiot. This is the way I've raised her and she's been doing great. Now that she's discovering her abilities I'm supposed to be more lenient? I'm just giving her time to cool off in her room because that's what happens. I can't be around her right now because I feel like I'm going to explode with frustration so that's why we're apart right now. It's no use talking to each other and trying to work something out when it literally just happened. Don't condescend me, don't act like you're the best parent in the world because lord knows what I had to go through while you were gone," Elena ranted. She finished her nachos and put the plate in the dishwasher.

"When are you going to stop punishing me for that?" Damon sighed. He looked down at the floor in sadness and Elena's heart broke in a thousand pieces. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and buried her head in his chest.

"I'm sorry; I know that you did it for us. I love you, I was just being a bitch because I was upset, forgive me?" She apologized.

He looked at her cute doe eyes and sighed, "Of course I do, I love you, but jeez woman. You seriously need to get a grip on your hormones, you're very emotional today," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes and playfully bit his bicep, laughing as he winced. She pulled back and looked over at the fridge, her stomach rumbling. He cocked his head to the side and laughed, "Seriously? You just had nachos and you're still hungry?" He observed.

She smiled shyly, "I didn't have breakfast; can you make me something?" She asked.

"What does thou hear desire'st most, dearly beloved?" He mocked, on his way to the kitchen.

"Something small but good, like a sandwich. With leftover chicken, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and mayo slathered on both pieces of bread," she said dreamily. She had to forcibly restrain herself from moaning and slurping excess saliva from her mouth just thinking about it.

He kissed her cheek and went off to make it as she sat down on one of the kitchen island bar stools. She put her elbows on the counter and sighed, placing her head in her hands; massaging away the tension that was starting to form. Elena wanted to stay upset with Ava because it wasn't right for her to act this way but Damon was right; she's just a little girl. She doesn't fully understand what she's doing. It also helps that she's cute, Elena thought right away.

"We should probably go up their soon to talk to her. We should tell her what she's doing more in depth and try to get her to control it," Elena said to Damon. He looked up at his wife and smiled, she was an amazing mother—there's no doubt about it.

He handed Elena her sandwich and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her mid-section and placed his chin on her shoulder. "She'll be okay; she's just a little hot headed so she needs to cool off. I'm sure she's not upset with you or anything so don't even think that. She's probably worried that you hate her or something, that's what kids do," Damon assured her. He kissed her temple and let go of her, walking over to the study to do some work.

Just as she was cleaning up her mess, Kol had walked into the kitchen. She looked up at him and smiled, "Hey, you hungry?" she asked. He shook his head and she shrugged, wiping the counters with Lysol disinfectant wipes. "Well Ava's grounded right now so you can't go upstairs to see her," Elena smirked.

Kol laughed, "That's harsh, Baby Mama," he said.

She told him all about what happened and his brows fused together in confusion. "Isn't it a little weird that all of these people just started randomly showing up? First it's Damon's father, then that Maddox guy, then Finn, Now this Wendy woman? I don't know, Elena. It seems a little too coincidental in my opinion," Kol expressed.

"You're just over analyzing this. Giuseppe, Maddox, Finn and Wendy have absolutely no connection to each other whatsoever. They all came at different times and they're all here for different reasons," Elena said. Remembering seeing Maddox and Finn talking on the Founder's Day Parade was odd but she was waiting for Maddox to let her know what was going on. Kol may have been on to something but Elena wanted to put it aside for now.

"I think I'm going to go to Whitmore College to get some more info about the Ligno Vitae, I tried out Lesterville but there wasn't anything that we didn't already know. Tell Ava I'll be home later," Kol said. He kissed her cheek and walked out of the house.

Elena smiled as she walked over to the study to see Damon looking through their bills, writing off checks and doing normal civilian things. She chuckled before saying, "You're a fine upstanding citizen, Damon."

He laughed and put down the bills, pushing out of his chair and walking up to her. "'Lena, I think we should talk to Ava now. It's been a half an hour already and from what I hear, she's cooled off," he said, his arms wrapped around her. Elena nodded and reached up on her tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips, intending for it to be innocent but he deepened it.

"Damon," she panted in protest. He smirked and kissed from her cheek downwards, leaving open mouthed kisses on her throat to her collarbone. She gripped her hands on his hips and he ran his hands into her hair.

Tugging gently, he kissed her throat and paused. Lifting his head slightly to whisper in her ear, "You taste amazing," he said.

She squeezed her thighs together and moaned. She raked her nails up his chest and into his hair, "We can't do this. We're supposed to be talking to Ava," she groaned. He rolled his eyes and pecked her mouth.

"She's watching T.V., I'm sure she's not paying attention. Besides, she's three. She doesn't know what we're doing. To her, daddy is just showing mommy how much he loves her," he smirked. He kissed her forehead and grasped her hand. "Let's go have a talk with our daughter," he said smiling.

They walked up the stairs together and down the right corridor, taking a sharp left and it was the only door on the left. The name 'Ava' painted on it with hot pink, black butterflies starting from the bottom of the door in small sizes and gradually getting bigger as they got higher. Damon touched it softly and smiled at Elena, "Did you do this for her?" he asked.

She nodded, "I told her that everyone we've lost is a special butterfly that watches over her, so to pay our respects we painted butterflies on the door," she whispered. Damon looked over and counted the birds: one, two, three, four, and five.

"My mom, dad, Uncle John, Aunt Jenna and Alaric's baby that passed away as a miscarriage two years ago, and Toby; our cat we adopted in New York," she sighed. Damon kissed her forehead and turned the knob on the door of their daughter's room. When they opened the door, Elena's eyes softened and her hand flew to her heart.

There was their beautiful daughter; curled up on the bed, clutching the fuzzy brown blanket that she wrapped around herself. Her teddy bear being crushed to her chest and her wall mounted television playing cartoons while she slept. The part that broke Elena's heart the most was Ava's tear stained cheeks.

Damon and Elena both sat at Ava's bed on either side of her and she stirred, noticing the shift in the bed. Ava opened her eyes and sat up, frowning at her mom. "Mommy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean to you," she said—her lip quivering as she spoke.

Elena kissed Ava's forehead and wrapped her slender arms around her daughter's small form. "I know, baby. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that," Elena whispered.

Ava looked over at her dad and frowned, not looking at his eyes, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I won't do it again," she whispered.

Damon pulled her into his arms and hugged her, "Don't apologize to me, you already apologized to your mother and that's good enough. I know it's hard with all this stuff that's going on—granted that's not an excuse, but I know you'll try not to do it again," he smirked. Ava wiggled out of Damon's arms to sit in between her parents.

"What's wrong with me? Why can I make things appear out of nowhere and get people to do whatever I want? Kol told me not to do it in public but I don't know why," Ava expressed her thoughts.

"Well," Damon started, "It's because you're special. You're not a vampire like me, but you're not human like your mom. You can run really fast, hear things from very far away, manifest things and compel people. Those are all things you can do because you're a part of me and those are things vampires can do—"

"Except manifesting things, vampires can't do that," Elena said, smiling at Ava. "Only you can do that, which is pretty cool but you need to learn how to control it. These are all things that make you who you are, and we love that about you."

Ava smiled and lifted her hands, closing her eyes and concentrating on trying to manifest something. Elena gasped as she saw a bouquet of white roses fall into her lap. Ava opened her eyes and smiled up at her mom, knowing Elena's favourite flowers were white roses.

"Aunt Bonnie helps me with that stuff. She says I can do magic, like her," Ava giggled.

"See," Damon said, "Special."

"Yes, you really are quite like Aunt Bonnie," Elena said. "You can see auras around people, the colours of their personality and their moods; you can manifest things, whenever you want and wherever you want; and you can read people's minds—"

"It's important that you let us know when you can read anyone's mind, Ava; anyone who isn't family. You can't read Mommy's mind because she's human and she has to tell you yes before you can, but if you can hear anyone's thoughts or read anyone's mind that Mommy and I don't know then you have to tell us right away," Damon warned.

"Because they're not human and they might be dangerous?" Ava asked.

"Yes, Honey, exactly that," Elena spoke.

Ava frowned at her mom, "Am I still grounded?" she asked.

"No, baby, you're not grounded anymore," Elena reassured her.

Ava yawned, cuing to her parents that she was tired—after all, they did wake her from her nap. They got off her bed and tucked her in, giving her many kisses before leaving the room quietly. However, before they could leave, they heard Ava call out to them.

"I love you," Ava said, with a toothy grin and sleepy eyes.

"We love you too, baby," Damon said, smiling as Elena nodded and blew Ava a kiss before they shut the door behind them.

Elena sighed as she stared at her kitchen; she didn't know where to start. All the pantry doors were open as well as the fridge and she still didn't know what to make for dinner. She was going to go for a taco night, considering it was Ava's favorite meal because it's a make-your-own-creation kind of dinner—but it would have been too messy and she wasn't in the mood to clean. There was also Fettuccine Alfredo but decided against it as well because Kol hates it.

"Need any help?" Damon asked, smirking as he watched his wife stand back and take in all of the items in their kitchen. She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed.

"No, I've got it under control," she said. He threw his hands up in mock surrender, still smirking.

"Suit yourself, I was just—"

"I don't know what to make for dinner," Elena pouted. Damon laughed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her midsection from behind and planting an ever so light kiss on her neck.

"What about those ribs that have been marinating in the vinha d'alhos for a couple of days?" Damon said.

Elena thought about the ribs. She marinated them the same way her mother marinates them, to others it may sound weird but it tastes great—they've been sitting in it for about three days now. Her eyes closed for a second, thinking about the way they tasted at the Mystic Falls Rib Fest; everyone loved them.

"What would we eat with it, salad and roasted potatoes?" Elena asked.

"Sounds good, I'll heat up the grill and you get started on the potatoes," Damon agreed.

He kissed her cheek and went off to the backyard, passing Kol on his way out. Kol walked down the hallway, trying to be discreet and not let Elena notice him. However, his plan failed miserably because as he got down the second step of the basement stairs, she called out his name. He grumbled and walked over to the kitchen with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Did you find anything?"

"No, I searched as much as I could but I couldn't find anything. But, I did talk to a college professor—who by the way doesn't think it actually exists and that it's just mythology, and he said he'd get back to me in a couple of days with all the research he has on it. Shouldn't be long," Kol said. Elena sighed and embraced him as a thank you for all his hard work.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Kol," Elena said, smiling her 100 kilowatt smile at him. He smiled uncomfortably back but then rolled his eyes.

"You'd be lost without me, I mean seriously, when was the last time you took out the garbage around here?" Kol joked. She shivered as she thought about the last time she took out the garbage. It was the night Kol didn't pick up the phone when Elena called him, the night of Katherine's party, the night Maddox had taken her. Instead of pointing out how insensitive that question was, she brushed it off and smiled, getting back to cooking.

"We're making ribs, salad and potatoes for dinner. I hope you're hungry," she smirked.

"I'm starving, actually. After dinner, I'm meeting Jeremy and we're going to play some baseball. I've gotta teach that kid how to swing because he sucks," Kol said laughing. Elena chuckled, knowing that Jer really did suck at baseball.

"Don't be home too late, mister," Elena joked, pointing her finger in his face. He laughed and kissed her cheek, blurring to the basement to change his clothes and get his gear.

Kol looked around the room, just in case anyone was around and lurking, before pulling out his cellphone and texting Jeremy.

You better have that bat ready, Gilbert. Tonight is training night numbero uno.

And he didn't mean for an upcoming game.

"Elena, please. Jeremy's going to be out all night and I miss her," Bonnie whined.

Elena sighed as she cleaned the kitchen after dinner and held the house phone to her ear. Bonnie was calling to ask if Ava could sleep over at her house, but Elena knew there was more to it than that.

"Bonnie, I saw to God, if you only want her over because you want her to practise her magic whatever then I will hunt you down," Elena said while laughing. She was half serious and half joking.

"I'm not helping her practice I'm teaching her how to control it. Besides, it's seven o'clock, all we'd be doing is watching a movie and going to sleep. C'mon 'Lena, I even made a fort downstairs so that we can have fun when we go to bed," Bonnie pleaded. Elena rubbed her eyes and sighed.

"Fine, she'll be there in about a half hour," Elena agreed.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, I love you!" Bonnie squealed.

She hung up the phone and threw the last dirty Lysol wipe in the garbage before running up the stairs to Ava's room. Elena smiled when she opened the door to see Ava already packing her things in her small My Little Pony suitcase, smiling sheepishly at her mother.

"I heard you on the phone with Aunt Bonnie so I wanted to get ready as fast as I could," Ava said shyly.

"Did you pack your pajamas and clothes for tomorrow?" Elena asked.

"Yes, mom."

"Tooth brush and extra undies?"

"Yes," Ava blushed.

"Babar?"

Ava looked over at her bear and smiled brightly before nodding. Elena double checked the suitcase before deeming Ava ready and bent down to kiss her forehead. As they made it downstairs, Elena saw Kol just about to leave the house with his baseball gear.

"Kol!" Elena called. He turned around to Elena and lifted is brow, as if to say 'yes?' "Can you take Ava to Bonnie's house with you? You're going to pick up Jeremy anyway and you're going to be using my car too I'm assuming," Elena asked.

"Sure," Kol agreed. He looked over at the smiling little girl and opened his arms wide for her. She blurred and jumped into his arms, nestling her head in the crook of his neck and giggling. Kol took the suitcase from Elena and his bag then made his way to the garage door.

"Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!" Ava yelled out before the garage door closed.

"Alone at last," Damon purred seductively.

Elena smirked as she handed him a glass of champagne, "Ava's going to be gone for the night and Kol isn't going to be home until later. I can think of a million things I want to do with you."

"Is that so?" Damon chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, I'll have to experience it to believe it."

"You bet your ass you will," Elena purred.

She closed in on his mouth with hers, expertly putting down their glasses and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands gripped her hips as he opened his mouth just enough for her to slip her tongue through. Their tongues danced together in sync and for a moment, they forgot everything around them but each other.

Elena pushed Damon back and he fell on the couch, his hands that were gripping her—now pulling her down to him. She straddled his hips and sighed, as her core connected with his raging hard on through their jeans. She kissed down his neck and gyrated her lower half against his—his hands running up her thighs and caressing her sides.

Damon's hands travelled up her curves until he met with the underside of her t-shirt and bra clad breast. She pulled away from his neck and threw her head back, mouth wide open as Damon's fingers worked their magic. He was twirling, twisting and teasing her nipples through the shirt and Elena felt as though she would explode.

She moaned softly as Damon sat up straighter and captured her neck with his mouth. His blunt teeth were grazing across her neck—stopping at the pulsating vein in her throat and laying the gentlest of kisses on it. His hands were slipping under her shirt to cup both of her breasts while she slipped her hands into his hair, tugging and pulling at the ends—just how Damon likes it. He purred as she raked her nails on his scalp through his hair.

She was part way through leaning forward to capture Damon's lips with her own when the sound of the doorbell ringing. She rolled her eyes and huffed, about to pull away when Damon stopped her.

"Just ignore them, they'll get the message sooner or later," Damon groaned.

Elena kissed Damon ever so softly on the lips when the doorbell rang again. Damon rolled his eyes and sighed, falling back on the couch as Elena got up to answer the door. As she walked over to the entrance, she opened the door and Maddox immediately stepped into the house.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing? You can't just walk into my house like that," Elena snarled. Maddox gave her a piercing glare but before he could speak, Damon had his hands around Maddox's neck. Veins escaping from the bottom of his eyes and his fangs bore.

"Who the hell is this, Elena?" Damon seethed. Maddox glared menacingly at Damon before prying Damon's fingers off his neck and breaking them. Damon hissed in pain but still stood his ground.

"Enough, Maddox. What the hell do you want?" She screamed.

"What I want," he cleared his voice, "Is for you guys to shut up and let me speak. I'm here because I'm trying to prepare you for the great evil that is coming your way."

Damon rolled his eyes, "The great evil? How old are you man—"

"Enough commentary from the witty vampire, I will have you know that I can have you dead and served on a silver platter in mere seconds. I'm here to tell you—" Maddox says, looking over to Elena, "That they're coming for you. They need you to complete their triangle."

"What triangle? I thought they were supposed to use Ava in the sacrifice?" Elena gulped. She didn't want to even say the words, let alone think them.

"They need her, yes. But they also need to complete the triangle. They need a doppelganger and vampire, your daughter; vampire and werewolf, one of Niklaus' hybrids; and last but not least, doppelganger and werewolf. There are no other doppelgangers, ergo they need you," he said. Elena gulped and paced, Damon staring at him with fury that ran straight through his body in adrenaline.

"You mean to tell me," Damon seethed, "That they need my wife to have a baby with one of their mutts? No. You can fucking forget it. She's not
one of your god damn puppets. Do you even listen to yourself? For God's sake, that's rape! Find another doppelganger, you're not taking this one," he shouted.

"I'm afraid it's not up for discussion, Damon. I'm just here to warn you, anything else and what you do from this point on is really none of my concern. Though, Elena, you better act fast. I advise you to leave as fast as you can, before things get ugly," Maddox urged. He turned on his heel to walk out the door and once he reached the porch, Damon ran after him grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back.

"Listen very carefully, if anything happens, I will personally—"

Snap!

Before Damon could finish, a petite blonde vampire snapped his neck and he dropped to the ground without another word. She grabbed Maddox and blurred out of sight—leaving Elena alone in the house. She screamed as this happened and ran outside to get Damon's body and bring him inside, but before she could do that, a dark skinned man with a sly smirk on his face appeared.

"Night night, princess," he smirked. Before she could respond, he knocked her out with one swift punch to the jaw and blurred with her out of sight. Thus, leaving Damon alone on the porch and the front door wide open.

Elena's vision was disoriented but when she came to, she noticed that she wasn't at home anymore. She was chained to a wall in a broken down warehouse, obviously notorious for its leaky pipes and sparking broken wires. A tear escaped her eye as she thought about why she was brought here. Were they actually serious, rape? How low could they get.

"Oh man, look what we have here. A damsel in distress," a voice called out from the darkness. As he stepped out, Elena recognized him as Aaron. One of the werewolves Klaus was going to make into a hybrid before Elena had introduced the idea of hybrid reproduction.

"Aaron? What are you doing? Let me out of here, please," Elena pleaded.

"Tsk tsk, Elena," Aaron said, crouching down to her level. "You know I can't do that, I was told that I was supposed to have some fun with you. After all, Master's orders," he chuckled. A sob racked Elena's body as Aaron ran a finger from her chin and down to the valley of her breasts.

"You can't be serious, I saved you from Klaus. He was going to turn you and I set you free. Now you side with an even bigger enemy?" she screamed. His eyes blazed with fury and his nail grew longer, cutting through the valley of her breasts all the way to her navel.

"Yes ma'am, I'm very serious. You see," he smirked as she winced and screamed, "When I'm given orders, I follow them."

"What do you want from me?" she screamed.

"Control, baby. Control is what I want."

"You're a fucking monster, you're going to pay for this. They'll hunt you down, I'll make sure of it," Elena screamed at the top of her lungs as she was gagged with a handkerchief.

He stared down at her menacingly before saying, "You need to learn your place, I know exactly how to teach you, bitch."

Maddox cursed himself for being a hunter. Knowing that with that title came the ability to hear from long distances. He could hear Elena's piercing cry for help as he stood guard outside the warehouse doors. When enough was enough, he couldn't take her screaming anymore. He sent a text to the one person he knew could fight these people off and come for her in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Elena's in danger. Warehouse and 52nd street, come ASAP.

He just prayed that they came in time.

Elena cried as Aaron unbuttoned her blouse, symbolizing the beginning of the stripping of Elena's dignity. She pulled on the chains as she tried to escape from the pain but it was not use—there was no way out.

"Get your filthy hands off of me!" Elena screamed with all her might.

He smirked but paid no mind to her, only continuing his ministrations. He moaned as he got through the last button of her blouse and revealed the black and red lacy bra she'd put on to impress Damon.

"Did you get all dressed up for me? Aw baby, you know how much I love when you dress up," Aaron said. He touched the lace that intertwined between the valley of her breasts and looked up at her eyes with fury. "Or was it for that dead beat husband of yours?"

He ripped the front of her jeans open, revealing the matching set of panties. He growled and gripped her hips with such force, causing them to bruise.

"Where was he when you were here raising your daughter on your own? Are you forgetting all I did for you two? Selling you guys the house you now live in for a fraction of the real price. I did it all for you, I want my reward!" He shouted. With that, he ripped her pants off in one swift movement.

"I hate you," she cried. "When my husband finds you, you'll be ripped to fucking shreds. Shreds I tell you!"

"Let him try, I'll stake him just like Sage should have before she let him go," he seethed. Her eyes looked panicked as he spoke.

"How did you know about that? How do you know Sage?" Elena asked—more like pleaded to know the information.

No one but Elena, Stefan and Katherine knew about that. Not even Kol knew, and Elena mostly tells Kol everything.

"How do I know?" Aaron chortled, "Because that bitch was supposed to give me my—"

Rip!

He stopped speaking suddenly, his eyes glazing over with panic and blood coming out of his mouth. From that point, he touched his chest and fell to the ground beside her. A pair of legs stood where Aaron's upright body used to be, drawing Elena's eyes to look up at the face of her savior.

Elijah.

He looked at her with such sympathy and she sobbed, looking down at her own body and seeing her very own clothes torn and ripped. Elijah put his clean hand to his mouth and his eyes softened-he was thinking the worst about what happened to her.

"Was I too late?" He whispers.

She shook her head vigorously, pulling on the chains as she tried to wipe her tears.

He broke both chains in one swift movement and picked her up bridal style, holding her against his chest like you would to a baby. She sniffled and let the tears fall out of her eyes, silently thanking God for pulling her away from the torture before it was too late.

They passed Maddox on the way out and his expression softened. He couldn't help but just want to hug her but he didn't want to scare her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Thank you," she mouthed.

Damon awoke with a kink in his neck and groaned as he looked around him and saw that he was lying down sprawled out on the front porch; the light from inside the house was shining through the open door. Frantically, he looked around himself and screamed out for Elena.

As he got up, he heard the twigs breaking in the forest on the right side of the house. His eyes started vamping out and his fangs were starting to descend, cutting into his lip as he tried to stay quiet. Just as he was about to pounce, Elijah came out of the darkness cradling Elena into his chest. Damon's ears picked up the sound of Elena's cries and he blurred over to them, eyes opened wide as he took in her clothes—they were ripped to shreds.

"Damon, it's not what it looks like. I got there in time, they didn't—" Elijah suddenly stopped when Damon's eyes welled up with tears. Elena moved in Elijah's arms and Damon wrapped his arms around Elena in a bridal style fashion. Scooping her out of Elijah's arms, Damon leaned his forehead against Elena's and kissed her nose as she sniffled.

Elijah noticed that they were going to need each other so he turned around walked away, hearing Damon's small thank you just as he was leaving.

"Damon," Elena whispered as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"I'm here baby, I'm here," Damon replied.

"I don't want to go back inside the house right now," she said as she tightened her arms around his neck. Damon nodded in agreement and kissed the side of her head, leading them towards the backyard—to the pool house.

He opened the door to the pool house and closed it with his foot, walking over to the bed to lay her down. When he pulled away from her to try to get some pjs that he knew she kept in the drawer just in case, she pulled him back to her in fear of abandonment. His eyes softened and he laid with her, clasping her hand in his and giving her a small peck on the cheek.

He was afraid to kiss her, as silly as that sounds. You should never be afraid to kiss your wife, but he was. He didn't know what happened to her in the time that he was unconscious, and she didn't look to be in a talking mood.

She turned over to face him, her brown orbs staring right into his oceanic blue ones. She ran her hand up his shoulder blades to the nape of his neck, stroking the hairs that touched her fingertips.

She was afraid to touch him, as silly as that sounds. You should never be afraid to touch your husband, but she was. She didn't know what he would think of her if she told him. Not that she was raped, but she was assaulted—leading to attempted rape. How could he stand my touch after this, she thought.

She leaned forward with all the courage she could muster up and gently touched her lips to his. Puckering them and anxiously waiting for Damon to respond—which he did. He kissed her back with all his might and laid his hand on her waist.

Kissing Damon after what she had experienced—or rather, almost experienced—was like seeing a rainbow after a hurricane. It was magical and hopeful, it was everything she was hoping to feel and he didn't disappoint. They kissed conservatively, keeping all their clothes on and their hands at respectable places. As Damon found her courage very enticing, he was also afraid that she was only doing this because she didn't want him to be disgusted with her—which he could never be, no matter what—and so he pulled back.

"Elena," he sighed.

Saddened, because she thought he was rejecting her, she sat up and looked down. He cursed under his breath because he knew what she was thinking, he knew her better than she knew herself. Before he could speak, she held her hand up to stop him.

"Don't, Damon. I understand if you don't want to, I wouldn't if I were you," Elena said as her voice cracked.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap so that she was facing him.

"No, you don't understand. I love you, Elena. Whatever happened to you tonight, it doesn't change the way I feel about you. You're a strong woman who can fight her own battles, but sometimes you need a little help. I'm that help. I'm not pushing you away, in fact—I just don't want to push you at all, baby. I don't just want sex from you and it's not a cure-all thing, if you're not ready then don't do it just for me," he pleaded. Elena let a sob escape her at his words.

"All I can feel are his hands on my body as he tore my clothes and assaulted me. I just want to forget, I want to forget it all and I want to go back to when you and I were alone on the couch tonight—before any of this happened," she whispered, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. He pecked her lips softly, pulling his lips away and resting his forehead on hers.

"If this is what you want, then we'll go through with it. But Elena, if you don't want to or if you feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me. Do you understand?" Damon asked. She nodded her head in agreement.

He gently flipped them from their current position to commence their love-making and he gasped when her leg brushed his arousal.

"Elena," he said, his voice very, very deep and husky.

She moaned as she pressed her lips against his chest, hoping he was giving in now. She wasn't disappointed.

"God you're so—" Damon started to say but got cut off by his groan and turned his face into the pillow and mumble something incoherently. She distantly felt his hand leave the middle of her bra clad back and slid down, further and further. She gasped as his hand rubbed against the wet heat between her thighs. His hand didn't hesitate; he just kept rubbing her, slowly. She moaned and let her head fall against the pillow.

"God, you're so wet for me, Elena," he finished his earlier sentence. His voice was strained and husky and broke a little as his hand stilled, then softly caressed her thighs. She sighed, expecting to be let down by Damon's selflessness and uncanny need to protect her from everything. Though, to her surprise, it was the opposite.

"Elena, I can't take this, I need you now," he said, sounding pained. She felt her legs get tighter around his waist, pulling her infinitely closer to the bulge in his boxers.

"I need you too, probably more than you need me," she sighed.

She raised her head from the pillow and placed a kiss on his mouth, letting all her frustration, passion, and love for him show. It turned quite intense rather quickly. His tongue and lips turning demanding against hers. She willingly let him take over, his hand going back down to cup her heat.

"Damon," she groaned, knotting her hand in his soft black locks and barely getting in enough words before his lips were on hers again.

He seemed to grow against her, hard as a rock. A sense of familiarity got the better of her—her hand leaving his hair and reaching down to his boxers, her hand wrapping around his erection. He gasped into her mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, his hand shoving her panties aside quickly, his fingers thrusting inside of her, taking her by surprise. She cried out in delight and then started drowning in ecstasy.

Slowly, Damon took her hand out of his boxers and rolled her on top of him. Elena straightened her back as he undid the hooks on her bra and threw it on the floor of the pool house along with their shirts and jeans.

She missed him, she missed his touch and she was already beginning to forget all about the heinous and horrid acts that had occurred earlier that night. His fingers inside of her, making her feel unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She was so wet and ready for him, craving his skillful touch. But still, she needed more.

"Damon," she cried out as he slid his fingers out of her, making her moan at the loss. He softly slid her panties off, caressing her delicate flesh as he went along. His boxers were soon following.

She smiled at what she saw, his length was big, he was very well endowed—everything she remembered it to be. Flipping them over again, he was on his knees between her spread legs—which were wide open and ready for him. They lay there for a few seconds, admiring each other's bodies. His muscular chest, his slim hips, those mesmerizing abs—her toned stomach, round breasts and waxed pussy.

"You're so beautiful," Damon whispered.

He leaned over her and kissed her slowly, his lips moving against hers until it turned hot and urgent. His big warm hands greedily roamed her body as he kissed her, his hands starting at her thighs and going upwards as his weight rested on her in a comfortable manner. She gasped and arched her back when she felt his hands cup her breasts. She needed him so bad right now, she felt like she might burst if she didn't get to have him.

He broke this kiss and nipped at her jaw line and her neck, licking her chest—smiling to himself as it earned him a pleased gasp. His tongue circled her nipple gently while his other hand kneaded her other breast. He never thought she'd want to be touched in the places he was touching her after what had happened, but now he knew he was wrong.

His other hand slowly traveled down her sides again and back to the burning, aching wetness between her legs. He coated his fingers in the slickness and easily slid two fingers inside, feeling her tightness around his fingers, making him groan.

Elena moaned and threw her head back against the pillows, moving her hips in time with his fingers and getting submerging in ignorant bliss yet again. She felt her orgasm start to build up like a hard, hot knot in her stomach. It felt so good, yet so painful. She felt herself start to get tighter and tighter around his fingers, all the while he moved down her body. His lips kissing a trail down her stomach, past her belly button.

She looked down at him and they made intense eye contact, she let out a low cry. God, it felt so good, the pleasure was just building and building. She watched him with immense lust as his head leveled with her core. She cried out loudly—seeing as no one could hear them—as his tongue darted along her tender clit. She threw her head back against the pillow, panting and arching her hips upwards as his fingers started thrusting in faster, his tongue massaging her small nub.

She felt her walls clamp down around him suddenly and cried out yet again, her body shuddering in delicious rapture as she writhed under him. Waves and waves of ecstasy overcame her until she felt herself calm down. His licked along her arousal and went back up to kiss her fiercely. She was seeing stars; he really knew how to please his woman.

"Elena," he said huskily, "are you sure?"

"Damon, please—you're killing me. I need you, stop trying to protect me from something I don't need protection from," Elena sighed. She took his head in both hands and kissed him hard for a few moments. It became feverish and needy as she felt the fire ignite in her again, the place between her thighs blazing with warmth.

"Tell me if you want to stop."

"I will," she said quietly, her nerves and body on fire. She didn't have it in her to feel scared. She just wanted him, needed him, as she'd said before. She just wanted him to make love to her.

He nodded, leaning down to kiss her softly and passionately. He was rubbing the pad of his thumb against her sensitive nub. She moaned, feeling shock waves go through her body as he slowly entered her. He stopped, breathing heavily, concern on his face.

"Elena," he said. He was looking for reassurance; he was rigid and strained looking. She lay there, still with him inside her as the pain faded, she thrust her hips upwards a little experimentally then moaned.

"I'm good, baby. Please, just move," she pleaded.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly started moving in and out. She moaned and bit her lip, her eyes looking up and making contact with his. His hands were gripping her hips as he started to go a little faster. Elena felt that familiar feeling in her stomach again and let her hands roam his chest, his abdomen, then back up to grip his shoulders.

"Damon," she pleaded. "Harder," she moaned, breathing heavily.

He moaned and dug his face into her neck and did as told, causing her to cry out and moan in ecstasy.

"Damon," she whispered over and over again.

He moaned her name, which only made the hot coil building in her lower belly build and knot tighter. He was cupping her face between his hands and making love to her with his eyes as well as his body. She felt herself get tighter around him as he increased his tempo and started thrusting harder, more wildly.

She moaned along with him, the room filling with their rapid breaths for a long while. Damon's lust-filled eyes rolled to the back of his head suddenly, breaking eye contact with Elena. They cried out together at the same time, coming together.

The hot knot in her belly releasing and quaking around his length as he gathered her up in his arms and drove into her still, causing them both to cry out in rapturous delight. Her orgasm shook her whole body and rolled over her in a delicious and oblivious haze.

"So good, so good," she moaned, "don't stop."

When they were finished, he collapsed on top of her and kissed her sweetly, gently, and lovingly.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, pushing her sweaty hair from her face and gazing lovingly into her eyes. She closed her eyes as he rolled over on his side, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm feeling amazing, thank you, Damon. I don't know what I'd do without you," she said with tears in her eyes. He covered them with the blanket and she snuggled into his chest, sighing in content.

"I love you, baby," he whispered to her, smirking to himself as the only reply he heard back was the sound of her soft snoring.

"Ava, grab the strawberries and whipped cream from the fridge," said Kol.

"What's the magic word?" Ava taunted. She stood in front of the refrigerator and put her tiny hands on her hips, an amused smirk planted on her face—one she learned from her father.

"Please," he dragged on, rolling his eyes at her childish ways before remembering that she was, in fact, a child.

She grabbed the strawberries and whipped cream from the fridge and placed them on the counter. Kol passed her two cups to place on the table while carrying the other two cups and four plates by himself. Teamwork, he had to remind himself with a chuckled. When the table was set, Kol cut up all the strawberries and placed a whole bunch of them on top of everyone's waffles.

"Can I put the whip cream on them?" Ava asked with her big blue doe eyes.

He succumbed to her plea and lifted her into his arms, hoisting her on his hip and handing her the whipped cream can. She covered all the waffles with it and placed the can down, looking over to Kol with such happiness for being able to help with breakfast. He kissed her cheek and handed her her plate, walking over to the table with her on his hip and placing her onto the chair.

"Kol?"

"Yeah, baby girl?" He asked, his back turned to her to grab the orange juice from the fridge but his ears were still listening.

"Can I have ice cream on top of my waffles too?" she asked sweetly.

He grabbed everyone's cup and filled it with the orange juice.

"No, it's breakfast time. You can have some after dinner tonight if your mom says yes," he said.

She rolled her eyes at him, lifting her hand up with her fingers curled—concentrating on her waffles. When he was about to ask her how her night went with Bonnie yesterday, he sighed in frustration as he looked at her plate. She had manifested herself a scoop of vanilla ice cream onto her waffles and started eating it.

"Ava, if you do that again I'm going to tell Elena. You won't like it if mommy's mad at you again, she might ground you for real this time," he scared her. She apologized over and over again, eating up all the ice cream because she heard Damon and Elena walking through the backyard and into the house.

They came into the house in their pjs on, Elena putting her hands over her mouth and her eyes watering. Kol and Ava had made breakfast for the whole family, and it wasn't even mother's day. She put her hand on her heart and leaned into Damon's body.

"We made breakfast because you were sleeping," Kol said, smiling. Ava was nodding vigorously with a huge grin on her face.

They all sat down at the table eating their breakfast, talking about different things. Halfway through, that's when Elena smiled to herself. With a family like this, sure it was a little dysfunctional sometimes, but with a family that care about each others and would do anything for each other—that is how she gets through the day. That is how last night, and any other horrible night that she may have, can be somewhat bearable. Because above all else, family and love are the only things that matters.

Damon smiled over at her and grabbed her hand under the table, squeezing it.

Love and family, that's all that matters.

The cool breeze outside was beautiful, as were the trees that were blowing in the wind. To anyone else, this scene would be enticing and interesting. But to some, it was interesting in a whole other way. Just outside the parking lot of Elena's cafe, Giuseppe Salvatore stood with a cigarette in his hand.

"Hello there," Giuseppe said with his gruff manly voice. The man he was talking to held out his hand for Giuseppe to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Salvatore. My name is Finn Mikaelson," Finn said in a business manner. Giuseppe raised his brow for a moment before letting go of Finn's hand.

"Mikaelson, as in Kol Mikaelson? Resident in my son's home? As in Klaus Mikaelson, the hybrid that lives in town?" He asked. Finn laughed and nodded.

"Those are my brothers, pity you had to learn of them before me—" Finn said but before he could finish, his phone rang.

"Hello? Yes, love... I'm on my way there... No, we didn't get her—she got away... Sage, c'mon honey, don't be mad. Listen, I'm with someone right now so we'll talk later...Yes, I understand...Bye," Finn sighed. He looked over at Giuseppe and smirked.

"My girlfriend, she can be a bit of a handful," he laughed. "Bye for now, Mr. Salvatore," Finn smirked. He shook Giuseppe's hand once more before blurring off out of sight.

Giuseppe felt the piece of paper that was slipped into his hand but waited for Finn to leave before reading it. When he did, he was confused at what he saw when it read:

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Is anyone paying attention to the little story advancers I'm putting in there too? Hmm, maybe I'll point one out so you can learn how to do it on your own in future chapters. Wendy talking to someone with a gruff man voice? (Hmm, where have we seen this before?)

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