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~~OFANV~~
It was the best way to start a day, as far as Damon was concerned. He woke up when Elena slithered her naked body over his, her mouth hot, wet and urgent as she started to blaze a trail from his neck down his chest.
God, how had he been so lucky to win this girl? Her lips felt like heaven moving across his skin.
He slid his fingers into her hair, sifting the silken tresses through his fingers as she kissed him, and then he brought his hands back up to her scalp, massaging gently with his fingertips. He felt her mouth suck on one of his nipples, her tongue stroking and circling him, then she nipped with blunted teeth. Raw electricity shot through him, and he moaned softly.
Soon she continued to move down, blazing a hot wet trail as she went. It felt so damn good, his heightened senses picking up on every pleasurable nuance as her tongue stroked and teased him. It was pure heaven . . .
He started to sit up, reaching for her, intent on pleasuring her with his own mouth, but she shoved him down – hard, her mouth never leaving his flesh. He got the message. She wanted to play.
She kissed and licked the flesh just above his very swollen hard cock and he throbbed in anticipation – knowing how amazing it was going to feel in mere seconds . . .
Then she shifted to the side, raising her head and mouth just slightly. He could feel her hot breath on his shaft and then she started placing slow, wet kisses to the inside of his thigh. She tossed her hair forward, covering him with the tresses, and as she moved, the thick locks of hair teased his sensitive cock as they shifted and slid over him. The sensation of her hair stroking him was intense - more than what he'd have expected. Then, without warning, she nipped at the tender flesh off his inner thigh – and not with blunted teeth. He felt her sharp fangs barely pierce his flesh, and it was almost too much for him. He gasped, moaned, and sat up abruptly. She had to stop, or he'd be done – long before she was.
She growled, placed her hand on his chest and shoved him back down again, and kept her hand there, kept the firm pressure up – as if she could pin him down. Fine, he'd let her . . . for now . . .
She tossed her hair aside, she looked up at him as she took him into her mouth. The look in her eyes was unmistakable. The faint dark red lines of engorged veins faded, and the look she gave him was passionate, playful, possessive, and hungry – but not for nourishment.
He couldn't hold back the moan when her hot wet mouth slid down his shaft. She drew back, sucking hard, and then sank down again.
It was so intense! No matter how many times they did these things, each time it was just as intense, just as insane and erotic as it had been the first time. She slid her mouth down, sucking him in, and then when he reached the back of her mouth, she stopped for a moment, and then pushed herself down more, swallowing.
"Aaahhh . . . . Elena . . ." he moaned, and he arched his back, totally abandoning himself to her now. All reason left, and it was only her, and him, and the intense sensations. He was close, so close, and he thought about pulling her off – but as if she knew what he was thinking, she pressed her hands to his firm stomach and hip, as if holding him down.
He couldn't hold back – she knew him, knew his body too well, knew how to take him to the brink and shove him over that edge – and she did. It was an explosion of insane pleasure, for a moment it was as if his heart was going to explode from the sheer pleasure, that thick tight coil deep inside him convulsed to an almost painful tightness, and then released in ecstasy.
He felt the muscles in her throat tighten, felt her swallow the fluid his body gushed forth as the pleasurable spasms started to subside, and she rose up, and climbed over him, and then sank down on him, taking him deep inside the core of her body.
She rocked forward and then back, just enough friction to take care of herself, enough shift of him in and out to drive him to madness again quickly. He reached for her, his hands stroking up her body, caressing her hips, stomach and breasts as she rode him. He knew she was totally lost in her own pleasure at this point. A few moments longer and she pitched forward, and the rhythm changed, more urgent, harder, faster. He struggled to hold back, felt his fangs come out, the tightness around his eyes, and he was vamping out, the pleasure intensely primal. He brushed her hair back so he could see her face – and saw her own eye's change, saw the fangs come forth. She growled – low and deep, and then she buried her face into his neck . . .
She bit him. A moment of pain – barley a moment, as her razor sharp fangs pierced his skin, and then nothing but that insane, erotic heady pleasure that was so different form everything else. He felt her body climax around him as she sucked in a mouthful of his blood, and it was too much for him. He came again.
"Oh fuck . . .Elena!" He gasped out.
Their bodies shuddered together as they rode out their shared orgasm, and then her body sagged down onto his. He felt her tongue stroke his neck where she'd bit into him, cleaning up the last few drops of blood.
Their hearts were still pounding, and Damon slowly turned them. Elena languidly wrapped her legs around his hips. Damon stroked his fingers along her face lovingly, his lips gently brushing hers.
"Good morning Mrs. Salvatore," he said, his voice husky and soft.
She smiled, gently kissing him back. It was all gentle affection now.
"I love you," she said.
"I guessed," he replied, smirking, "Sleep well?"
She giggled a little, turned her head so her ear was pressed to his chest. She could hear his heart beat- the unusably slow, heavy beats soothing.
She smiled a little, "Like the dead."
He laughed a little, "Imagine that."
~~OFANV~~
Alexandra had awoken to an empty bed. She vaguely remembered Darren kissing her cheek in the middle of the night, saying he had work to do.
She sighed, stretched, and lay in bed for a few minutes, just listening the world around here. She could hear soft moans coming from a bedroom on the other side of the house – that would be Damon and Elena – and judging from the frequency – they were starting their morning out with a bang.
The sounds of a keyboard clicking away – that would be Darren robbing some scumbag blind. His scent was still strong on the sheets and pillows around her, and she took a deep breath, soaking it in.
She relaxed with that, and she was able to focus, reach out – and hear a beyond the house.
Scraping sounds from someone shoveling snow off their porch or sideway. The laughs and giggles of children playing in it, the hiss and crunch of the snow as tires drove on and threw it.
She rolled over, grabbed her cell phone, and hit the icon for the weather report. New Years Eve, temperatures tonight in the high 20's, but no new additional snow.
The light streaming through a sliver of space between the curtains and the window sill fell across her wrist – and the diamonds and sapphires on the tennis bracelet Darren gave her for Christmas sparkled. He knew her so well. The Sapphires were a rich deep color, not a hint of cloudiness to them, the cut was square and intricate, each facet catching and reflecting something different when the light fell on it. The diamonds were also square cut, just a little smaller than the sapphires, colorless, and crisp. The stones were by no means huge. He knew she wouldn't like something gaudy. This was delicate and classy. The settings and clasp were all platinum.
Her gift to him hadn't been quite so spectacular – but it was something he was instantly in love with and excited about – a hackers dream. It had taken her weeks, and Damon and Elena had helped her track it down – the fasted computer processor on the market and a server to go with it – so it could operate uninhibited.
She and Darren had gotten Damon and Elena a week's vacation at the Atlantis resort in the Bahamas. They could redeem the package any time in the next 12 months. The certificate was in a basket of massage oils, and bath salts – all in tropical flavors and scents. For days they'd been talking about when they should go – this spring, or this summer.
Somewhere in the distance – the scent of bacon wafted up in the air – and it wasn't in this house. Alexandra decided it should be. So she stretched again, slid out of bed, and pulled on some soft knit pants and a tank top, combed out her hair and washed her face before she left their room.
She checked on Darren first – down the hall. She pushed open the door, and there he was – sitting in front of a bank of screens, in a sea of computer boxes and cables. His thick black hair was pulled back at the neck, loosely braided down and secured with a hair band. He had a shadow on his face and chin – evidence of a days growth of beard.
He looked over at her and grinned – and the man was for a moment – an excited teenage boy.
"How's it working?" she asked, smiling at him. His eyes were bright and glassy – almost like he was high.
"Baby this thing is so fast and so powerful . . . the only thing that gets me harder is you!" he said glibly.
Alexandra snorted, "That's fucked up compliment!"
"Why are you up," he asked, laughing a little, and looked at his watch, "I left you exhausted, and it's only . . . oh . . . 10 am – Jesus –have I been in here for 6 hours?"
She nodded, smiling at him and twirling a lock of red hair around her finger, "Yeah, pretty much."
"Damn," he said, and he stretched in the chair. He had on jeans and a snug white tank top, outlining the lean muscle of his chest and arms. She could drink in this sight for hours.
"Keep at it," she said after a moment, "Whatever it is. I'm going to go start some coffee and breakfast."
"Are you and Elena going to the spa today?" Darren asked, glancing back at something scrolling on a screen.
"No," she said, "The spa is was going to be out of control busy today. Too hard to relax with all that going on and since we're going out to Times square tonight, and undoubtedly bundling up because it will be cold, why get my hair done?"
Darren nodded, "You look hot no matter what. I'll wrap this up soon Querrida."
~~OFANV~~
Alexandra started with coffee. She knew the scent would waft up through the house, and draw everyone out like bears from dens in the spring.
Sure enough, as the kitchen filled with the scent of coffee, she heard feet on the steps, one set heavier than the other.
"Don't make it too strong baby vamp!" Damon's teasing tone called as he came down the stairs.
She heard Elena short, "like she's going to listen to you!"
Alexandra snorted, "I thought you were Italian Damon! You're supposed to like your coffee strong!"
But it was only Elena that walked into the kitchen. The brunette had brushed out her dark hair, as if that would hide the evidence of what she'd been doing just a little while ago. Elena slid onto a bar stool at the breakfast bar, and sighed deeply as she inhaled the scent coming off the coffee cup Alexandra placed in front of her.
"Did Darren ever go to bed last night?" Elena asked, taking another long slow sniff of the coffee. Elena loved the scent of coffee. Even after all these years, it still took her back to when her parents were alive. Her mother always brewed a pot in the morning before her father went to work. Aunt Jenna always made coffee. Stefan was always drinking coffee. Damon – well Damon had started his morning with coffee.
Alexandra's voice drew Elena back to the here and now.
"For a little bit," Alexandra said, "I'd ask how you slept, but . . ."
Elena grinned smugly. Of course Alexandra and Darren had heard them this morning. She and Damon were never quiet when they had sex.
"Vampire hearing is great, isn't it?" Elena commented.
"Since I'm a sick perverted chick, yeah it is," Alexandra said, laughing. She started to twist her hair up into a loose knot, and then grabbed a pencil from a drawer and used it to loosely secure her hair.
Damon walked in a few minutes later, four bags of blood in his hands. His inky black hair was messy – as he'd just been doing exactly what he and Elena had been doing. His face held that smug satisfied expression.
He drained the bags into mugs, put them into the microwave to warm them up.
Alexandra poured him a cup of coffee, and added a shot of Kahlua to it – then passed it to Damon. He was about to sip, but stopped right before the mug touched his lips, "That's a lot of Kahlua."
"You're a vampire – with an obscene alcohol tolerance, pull up your big boy panties," Alexandra said, her tone amused as she sipped her own coffee.
He shrugged and sipped, and then his eye's widened, "Yeah, I'm awake!"
Alexandra shook her head, laughing softly, and went back to chopping up the vegetables she's laid out on the counter.
"So I figured I'd make a farmers scramble," Alexandra said, "Onions, peppers, sun dried tomatoes, a little ham and bacon, potatoes, scramble it with eggs."
"Hearty breakfast before the big party tonight," Damon said, drawing out the word party, "So Alex – there are rules to partying in Time Square on New Years Eve."
Alexandra rolled her eyes, "Grandstand much?"
Elena sighed, "Just indulge him. It's easier that way."
"Hey, I only have her best interests at heart," Damon said, trying to sound sincere, and he dramatically placed his hand over his heart.
Alexandra started to lay bacon strips on the griddle. The hiss and sizzle lead to the heady scent of bacon frying a moment later.
Darren blurred into the kitchen, "That's one of my favorite smells."
"As opposed to shitty Tequila?" Damon commented
Darren laughed, his all-time favorite smell was Alexandra actually.
"Oh the things that make the list," Darren said, sighing, and he poured himself coffee, added a generous amount of Kahlua.
Alexandra smiled to herself and kept laying out strips of bacon.
"You were saying something about party rules?" Darren said, sliding onto a bar stool next to Elena.
"Rule number one – Drink excessively . . ." Damon began.
~~OFANV~~
They spent the morning over a leisurely breakfast, discussing the day's chores, who they planned on meeting up with in the square, and finally how Richard was not responding to Damon's phone calls.
"He has to know we know," Elena said, sipping juice, "It's the only reason he'd be blowing us off."
"Of course he knows we know," Damon said, frowing, "He knew we wouldn't back off when he warned us too! Arrogant Bastard practically begged us to look closer when he told us to back off!"
"He didn't back trace us," Darren said, "I have a program for that."
Damon shook his head, "Richard's not the computer savvy."
"I'm surprised he didn't turn the GPS feature off," Darren commented, "If you're going to do something shady – that' the first thing you do."
"No one accused him of being smart." Damon dead panned, pouring more orange juice into his glass.
Elena sighed, "So how are we going to confront him?"
"There's no 'we' about it," Damon said, looking across the table at her, and then he nodded towards Darren, "Boy wonder here and I will go confront him – face to face in some public place. The two of you don't need to be anywhere near this!"
Alexandra's mouth fell open.
Elena snorted, "You're seriously not going to try this again are you? Because that's worked out so well in the past!"
Darren shook his head, "Hey, I'm all for strength in numbers – especially vampire numbers – but I have to agree with Damon on this. We barely know what's going on. We could be walking into practically anything."
"And that means two is somehow better than four?" Alexandra snapped, "I'm not human anymore – I'm not week!"
Darren sighed, "Richard is not like some drunk in a bar – he's a predator Alex – probably worse than me or Damon. It's too damn dangerous! You're not going!"
"So what happens if he has other's with him? Like other vampires?" Elena asked, leaning forward a little, "And there is just the two of you there?"
"We'll improvise," Damon said, his mocking tone suggesting it was obvious, "it's what we do – Jesus Elena – I've gone up against bad-asses like Richard before!"
She snorted, "Should I list all the times you going solo – practically solo – blew up in your face?!"
"You know we'll just follow you," Alexandra said matter-a-factly, "You can play big bad vampires all you want, pound your chest, have your prehistoric caveman moment – but Elena and I are vampires do – and fast, with great hearing and great reflexes. Try and leave us behind and we'll follow you."
Damon sighed, looked at Darren.
"God Damnit Alex! Enough!" Darren snapped, and slammed his hand down on the table so hard it shook, "For once Alex – fucking listen!"
Alexandra shot to her feet, "For once Darren?! Try to fucking remember who the hell you're talking to!"
With that, she blurred up to her room.
Elena stood up slowly, "Great idea – piss off the very young, still very emotional vampire!"
As if to emphasize that point, a moment later, Alexandra blurred down the stairs, and out the front door.
Darren groaned, "Fuck my life! Where the hell does she think she's going?"
Damon sighed deeply, "What did you do when someone upset you and you were new?"
Darren closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, "God, this can't be happening."
~~OFANV~~
Alexandra barely remembered to slow her pace – when she was two blocks from the house. She looked around, no one was looking as far as she could tell. If they were – screw it. Who would believe them?
She couldn't believe Darren sometimes. She was a vampire now! He'd been there when she'd been turned! She'd grown up having to watch out for her own ass. How could he possibly think she couldn't handle this!
She kept walking, trying to burn off her mad. She couldn't throw something, or break something. The Salvatore's had been very gracious taking them in, been great friends – to her and to Darren.
So she walked, and walked and walked, and while she did that, she listened, and watched – testing and pushing every one of her heightened senses.
As she walked, the neighborhoods changed, and she found herself in a neighborhood a lot like the kind she grew up in. It was poor, and rife with crime. She saw a kid two blocks ahead. He was young, mid-teens, trying to look like he was tough. As she walked and watched she realized what he was doing. He was dealing. A man walked up to him. He older, and they disappeared into the alley.
She crossed the street, slowed per pace. The man who took the kid into the alley was probably higher up on the drug dealing food chain. Perfectly good candidate for a snack.
She listened intently as she got closer. She'd been right. The older man was picking up the cash. She passed by the alley, and at the next block, she stopped, stepping back into the alley and just listened. A few more minutes, and the older dealer was back on the street. She listened to his footsteps, and figured out which direction he was going and she followed.
She kept a little bit of a distance at first, and then picked up her pace, catching up to him. She grabbed his arm and threw him into an alley. He slammed up against the brick wall.
"What the fuck!" He snapped, staggering and holding his arm, "Who do you think you're messing with bitch?!"
She'd been struggling to hold it back, the rush, that inner predator that was an innate part of her now. But now she let it loose. Her eyes and vessels around them flooded, her fangs elongated, and she snarled.
"I think I'm messing with a parasite!" she snarled, and lunged.
In a flash, she had her hand over his jaw and mouth, almost crushing them shut, and she tore into his neck savagely. Blood spurted into her mouth and she drank deeply, swallowing in large gulps, enjoying the taste, the heady rush. He barely struggled, because he couldn't. She had him pinned tight. She drank deeper and deeper, until his struggles stopped. She felt his heart beat race, and then slow, until then it finally stopped.
She reared back, gasping in air, savoring the intense rush that still consumed her own body. A few more deep breaths and she licked her lips clean. She dropped the body like discarded trash – because it was. She went over to the dumpster, found a beer bottle, and smashed it against the wall. Then went back to the dead drug dealer on the ground. She'd do the same thing she did at the nightclub that one night. She plunged the sharp edges into the wound she created with her bite, tearing up the flesh. Then she dragged the body farther back to the dumpster. A quick search, and she found the money on him, and shoved it into her coat pocket, and the body went head first into the dumpster. He was bruised from struggling against her, his arm broken from hitting the wall, and his jaw was broken, some of his teeth crushed. It would look like he got jumped and robbed. No one really cared about one less drug dealer.
~~OFANV~~
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