Alright guys, here is chapter three! This one is a bit short, as I had to split it up, it was getting past the 6000 word mark and I wanted to give you guys some fresh material today! I hope everyone is enjoying the fic. For those waiting on smut I promise its coming! I am aiming for this to be a longer fic probably around 15 or 20 chapters.
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- Apr 16. 12 – A/N – I've gone through this chapter and eliminated some extraneous bullshit. Enjoy.
Darkly Dreaming Damon
Chapter Three
It was the middle of a sunny, warm summer morning in Mystic Falls, not exactly ideal hunting grounds for a vampire. Damon, however, was very skilled and very, very angry. His anger stimulated his preternatural senses, heightening his hearing, vision, and sense of smell. He knew he needed to feed on human blood now, he needed to sink his teeth into someone. Badly.
Damon found himself walking through a parking lot behind some clothing stores. There would be a female here somewhere, maybe just arriving to work or taking a coffee break, or someone doing some early morning shopping. He preferred the taste of female blood, although he would not turn down a good opportunity to feed because of gender. Blood was blood. It was nourishing and restorative and made him feel almost alive regardless of age, race, or sex. That being said, female blood was distinctly different from male, something about the hormones or iron levels or some such detail gave it a flavour that he found irresistible.
He caught the scent of light perfume and her heartbeat filled his ears as he caught sight of her. She appeared to be in her twenties and her body was voluptuous and firm, her breasts large and perky, with strawberry blonde hair in a long braid that swished down her back. An itching, then throbbing pressure that was all too familiar to Damon developed in his upper jaw as his fangs were growing through the sensitive tissue of his gums. His face darkened around the eyes, where the veins that were usually hidden beneath the surface were beginning to fill with blood. He consciously relaxed his firm hold over his instincts and he became a predator actively stalking its prey. There was an extremely satisfying feeling that accompanied this release – it felt natural to hunt. He knew that even though his human self was as normal and innocent of murder as anyone else, as a vampire hunting suited him well. It calmed his nerves and made him feel like he was in control, which he liked very much.
She was getting into an Accord with tinted windows, and there was nobody else around for the moment. Perfect. Her arms were clad in shiny bracelets that jangled when she put the key into the driver's side door to unlock it. Her modest heels ensured that if she tried to run she wouldn't get very far. Not that Damon was planning on giving her a chance to run.
Damon sped up to her and caught her gaze, compelling her immediately. The ability was so easy to use that he had done it unintentionally as a young vampire, especially when excited or in bloodlust. She fell under his spell and he wasted no time.
"You will not be afraid and will not scream. You will do as I say until I tell you to stop. Then you will forget you ever saw me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, why are you doing this? What's wrong with your face?" she asked in a calm tone, her gray-blue eyes dim and obedient. She studied his face fearlessly, a manicured hand absently reaching up to touch the darkness around his eyes. She seemed fascinated by him, but Damon didn't care. This wasn't show and tell. All he noticed was that she was radiating so much wonderful, tempting heat, that she was so alive. The roar of her heart pumped strong and true and didn't miss a beat as she stood and waited for him to tell her what to do.
"Get in the car and let me in the passenger side. Don't turn it on," he ordered swiftly, walking around to the other side of the car and getting in when she unlocked the door. The tinted windows were perfect, and he noticed once inside that the windshield was covered by a sunshade made of reflective cardboard, which essentially made her car the perfect place to feed. It was still hot in the car, despite the shade, which felt wonderful to Damon. The heat always seemed to stimulate his hunger. He felt the veins around his eyes throbbing and filled with blood, his senses on high alert as he revealed the hungry beast that usually lurked behind a handsome countenance. He waited until she closed her door and then he grabbed her braid and roughly yanked her head back, pulling her against his chest and putting his nose against her throat. He inhaled her scent and the delicious smell of her blood. He could hear it rushing just below the surface of her pale skin, he could see the vein he wanted, could hear her heart pumping the beautiful red elixir through her, making her alive. He ran his tongue over her soft skin, tasting her saltiness and feeling that beautiful rhythm throbbing against his lips and tongue and against any part of him that touched her body. She was so hot against him, he felt himself harden in his jeans, felt his fangs and jaws aching to sink into her, to taste her.
There was an irrefutably sexual aspect to feeding from a human, regardless of gender. Of course an attractive woman was certainly more stimulating than a male victim or a woman he wasn't attracted to, however he often found himself aroused when feeding, or thinking about feeding. This response had always puzzled him, and he had spent a long time wondering if other vampires felt the same way. His brother was no help, since he had all the self control of a meth addict where blood was concerned, and it seemed to be the violence that he enjoyed more than anything. Damon had always been a lover, not a fighter – he didn't feel like he was comparable to Stefan in that respect. Absent was the urge to rip out the throat of everyone he tasted, and doing so really only made him feel like a monster. Not that he hadn't killed hundreds of victims, especially in the beginning when he was less skilled, but in the last century any death he caused had been intentional, not accidental. Since meeting Elena, it had been harder to kill people without feeling bad about it after – something about her piercing stare made him feel like the lights were turned on and all the blood on his hands was visible at the same time. Still, all the guilt in the world couldn't stop the natural reaction his body had to being pressed against a virile young woman who's blood was all but flowing into his waiting mouth. The fantastic rush of it through her was all he could hear and see, and he didn't waste another second thinking about it.
He sank his fangs deep into her milky throat and was rewarded with the flow of scorching hot blood over his tongue. He sucked hard on her, his hands crushing her against him and pulling her into his lap in the passenger seat of her car. She wriggled in his arms, her squirming movements exciting him further as arterial spurts of blood were pumped into his mouth from his bite. Careful as he was, not a drop spilled anywhere on either of them. Her taste was exquisite, especially coupled with her squirming in his grasp. Whether he planned to kill her or not, his predatory self very much enjoyed subduing her movements with a firm grasp.
He drank very deeply from her, but forced himself to stop before he took too much and killed her. He could feel her heart stammer at the shock of suddenly losing so much blood. Her movements slowed in his arms, her weight settling against him as she gave in. Before pulling completely away from her Damon bit his own tongue and licked at his bite mark on the woman's throat. He watched as the blood that entered her wound mended her flesh and healed the evidence of his attack. The already forming bruise melted away, leaving soft white skin in its wake, and the puncture marks from his fangs faded and disappeared in moments. He lapped away the last vestiges of red and freed her from his arms, licking his lips as a heady rush of pleasure, heat, and energy surged through him. He hadn't fed from a human in several weeks, and it was invigorating to have a proper meal circulating his body.
She sat in the driver's seat of her car staring quietly at him. He noted the paleness in her formerly rosy cheeks. She looked pretty confused. She met his gaze and questions flooded her face but she didn't say anything to him. Her hand went absently to the place on her throat where she'd been bitten. She licked her lips and moved her hand from her throat to her forehead. "I feel dizzy, what did you do to me?" Her voice was weaker than before, almost submissive. Damon consciously regained control over his bloodlust, feeling his fangs slip away, and the blood leaving his eyes and face so he looked like a normal human man. He ignored her question and flashed her a handsome smile, cupping her cheek with his now warm palm. He promptly kissed her opposite cheek.
"Sweetheart you were delish, but I gotta run. You will feel very hungry after this and will go get a large meal, drink some water, then get some rest. When I get out of this car you will stop doing as I say." Damon listened to her heartbeat, which was strained but not in any danger. She would be fine after some food and rest. The girl just nodded at him obediently in response.
He extricated himself from the vehicle and blurred out of the parking lot, back towards the boarding house. He assumed Elena would be gone and planned on spending some quality time with the bourbon he'd sampled that morning. He needed to be alone, to think of some kind of plan. Elena was still practically inviting Klaus to kill her.
Days stretched into weeks, and nothing changed. Nobody tried to kill Elena, Stefan didn't write again, Klaus did not come to take her blood. Damon remained on high alert, knowing that it would happen eventually, and he intended on stopping it. Stefan's letter had warned that Klaus would come 'very soon.' To a thousand year old immortal that could be in a day or in a year, but it would eventually be, leaving Damon watching over her as much as he was able to. He enlisted Alaric's help with this task, which seemed to be a welcome distraction for the teacher, who was still grieving Jenna's death. He knew Alaric had been staying at the Gilbert house before Klaus killed Jenna, and he'd observed the man staying there ever since. Alaric was the absolute closest thing to a real friend he'd had in decades, maybe longer. He was always up for a chat (and a drink) and Damon found himself meeting up with the part-time vampire slayer on a regular basis to shoot the shit and relax. He couldn't spend every waking moment watching after Elena, after all. He had to have a little fun at least once in awhile. Tonight Elena had invited Caroline over for a girl's night in, and Damon took the opportunity to let loose and have some fun of his own, which he needed more than he was willing to admit.
So the warm summer evening found Damon and Alaric together at the Grill slamming back shots and stumbling home after. It was becoming a regularly scheduled guy's night itinerary for the pair. They sauntered side by side down the dark street, talking and laughing.
"Ok, hold on man, I can't see shit," Alaric complained as he stumbled on an uneven spot in the sidewalk and snagged a corner of the vampire's leather jacket to stop his fall. He laughed and Damon shrugged him off with a knowing smirk.
"Get off me Alaric, its not my fault you don't see in the dark." Damon retorted in jest, waggling his eyebrows and laughing as his friend tried to keep his balance on the irregular sidewalk. Damon was pretty loaded himself, having drunk a whole quart of scotch in a less than two hours. His senses were dimmed a bit, his hunger quiet in the back of his mind. He had to laugh – he never felt so human as he did at times like these – the excessive alcohol dulled things down nicely.
He was caught off guard and didn't react in time as Alaric shoved him off the sidewalk into the ditch beside it. He tripped ungracefully over his own feet and fell on his ass in the ditch. He caught the other man's flushed face laughing at him and was up in an instant.
"Oh now you're dead, you got mud on my shoes! These are Prada!" He made a scene of straightening out his clothes and trying to wipe the mud off his shoes in the grass, then he blurred up to Alaric and grabbed him in a headlock. "You're lucky I'm a nice vampire now, or I wouldda killed you for that," He threatened, releasing Alaric's neck roughly and shoving him for good measure.
"Oh pffft, I'd just come back anyway. Magic ring, remember?" he held up has hand, waving it around to show off the ring. "I got more lives than a cat."
"Lucky for you," Damon shot back, "I'd have killed you good by now if you didn't have that thing." He snorted smugly and stuffed his hands in his pockets, sauntering off the main road and onto the smaller residential road that led to the Gilbert house. Tall trees arched over the darkened sidewalk, leaves rustling in the warm summer breeze. The moon was only a teensy sliver in a far corner of the sky. It reflected off of the windows of parked cars as the jovial pair sauntered towards their destination.
Elena and Jeremy's house appeared down the street as they rounded a bend, amicable silence between them. Damon could see the light on in Elena's bedroom window. The family room window also flickered with the light of the TV screen flashing behind the blinds.
Alaric turned to Damon when they reached the front walk. "Well, this is my stop, have a good one man, talk to you soon," he said lightly, giving Damon a wave and turning onto the walk. Damon watched the man climb the setps and enter the house. The door closed behind him with a soft click.
He stood for a moment, considering whether he should go home or go hunting. He honestly wasn't that hungry thanks to the alcohol in his system, but he didn't feel like going home. He caught the sound of Caroline and Elena's voices wafting out of the open window, and his curiosity got the better of him.
Alrighty there's chapter three! What will Damon overhear between Elena and Caroline? And when will there be a damned lemon to validate all those warnings? Hmmmm... keep reading to find out!
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