N: This one is dedicated to Nueviolet, hope you like it, hon!

Trapped in the dark

This house is creepy; every step I take is followed by a weird squeak.

"Remind me again why did I accept this dare?" I asked.

"So you won't have to strip…a shame, yeah, I know. What were you thinking?"

Hhhmm, let's see: stay in my underwear besides Damon, watching him, watch me with those blue lasers of his or be trapped in a 'haunted house' with him for two hours? At least I was fully dressed…

It was so dark; I couldn't even see where I was going. I was slowly advancing, beside the wall, when I hit something. I jumped backwards and instinctively grabbed Damon's hand.

"Oh, come on; don't tell me you're afraid of an old dusty statue…you're boyfriend's a vampire for Christ sake!" he said and I could almost hear him roll his eyes.

"Yes, I know that, but there's a difference…"

"And what's that?"

"Well, at least I know that my boyfriend doesn't want to kill me or hurt me."

"See, there's where you're wrong. He does want to hurt you; the insane killing instinct is there…it's always there. Plus, you and I both know that he has problems when it comes to blood. So, I hate to break it to you, but it does want to kill you…to hunt you…he just fights it."

I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"How about you…do you want to kill me…to hurt me…to hunt me…?"

"Elena, I never, never wanted to kill you, and I will never hurt you. I do, whatsoever, want to hunt you; it's a matter of instinct. I hear your heart beat; I smell your perfume…so I want to, but not to feed on you… I just want to slowly move the tip of my tongue on the soft skin of your neck, until I get to that sensitive spot where your pulse is, then I'll let my fangs extend and penetrate your skin…I just want to taste you…"

I swallowed hard, looking away from him.

"And what's stopping you?" I asked in a weak voice.

"I…I want you to want me to… which we both know it's not going to happen. Now, let's go look for some candles, they should be in the kitchen. After all, it's a shame to be stuck somewhere with Damon Salvatore and not be able to see him, right?"

I supposed his question was rhetorical, so I didn't answered it. Instead, my hand squeezed his slightly, letting him know I don't want him to let go and he didn't.

"It's just a creepy old house, and anyway, I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know that…" I said sure of myself.

We made our way to the kitchen. Damon placed me on a chair and told me to stay there while is looking for the candles.

I stood there patiently for about two and a half minutes, and then I got up. I just thought that two persons looking for it will be faster the one. Before I had the chance to get somewhere, I walked right into him.

"I told you to stay there…"

"I know, I couldn't, I thought that if I help you look for the candles, we will find them faster."

Our bodies were touching everywhere, which made me nervous.

"There is definitely something between us and kitchens…" he said.

My heart was beating like a drum…I wanted to run, to go far away from him, so I'll be safe, but for some reason I couldn't move. Instinctively I took my head to my chest and curled me fingers around the small locker, holding it tight.

"I'm not compelling you…what's happening here, this thing between us, it's called sexual chemistry."

"Damon…"

"Oh, please don't tell me I'm imagining things, don't tell me I'm imagining your heart beat faster when I'm around you or the way your body shivers when I touch you…" saying that, he started drawing an invisible line, from my jaw line, to my neck, to my collarbones…and my body shivered as he knew it will… He got closer and now his cheek was touching mine.

"Damon, please…you can't do this to me…"

"Do what; what am I doing to you, Elena?"

He was speaking close to my ear and I could feel his lips on my skin, sending chills down my spine.

"You…you make me nervous…and confused."

"That's because you feel something for me and it scares the hell out of you."

Elena bit her bottom lip when she felt Damon's hand curl up around her waist and slide underneath het t-shirt.

"God…Damon, please…you can't!"

"You want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yes" she whispered.

"Maybe you should tell your body that too!"

Elena suddenly became very conscious about her erect nipples pocking Damon's chest, her fingers squeezing the material of his shirt on each side of his middle and her uneven breath.

"I can't do this Damon…"

"Oh, come on Elena, let me show you that whatever my brother's doing to you, I can do better!"

She raised her head a little; looking at him…her mouth was slowly approaching his… "I shouldn't…" she whispered.

"Just a kiss, Elena, no one will ever know about it."

'He's playing the devil, where's the angel? Where is the other guy on her shoulder that will tell her to run far away while she's still capable of it?' she asked herself. Her lips were now so close that she could feel his…an electric shock passed through her body at the almost touch.

"This is wrong…so wrong…" she said against his lips.

"But it feels right."

She got a bit closer, now his bottom lip was between hers. He finally slanted his head and captured her lips, he passed her tongue over hers and she was unable to stop them crack open. His tongue slide inside in slow-motion, founding hers and going in circles around it. Her hands made their way around his neck, pulling him closer. He growled and his hand slipped on her ass, pushing her hips against his hand erection. She moaned in his mouth and as soon as the sound of her own voice got to her ears, she pushed him away, gasping for air. Just a minute later, Caroline, Stefan, Tyler and Rose made their inside.

"You're time is up, you guys are free to leave" Caroline announced.

N: There you go, if you would've wanted something else, just tell me, just be more specific! Hope you guys enjoyed it, please review and tell me know! Don't forget to leave a dare, it might take me a while, but it will be done…