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Chapter 8- All Eyes On You
There was a faint muffled sound buzzing in his ear that would not cease and he groaned, hugging the pillow tighter as he attempted to will himself back to sleep. But the now incessant headache that was hammering at his skull would not let up, so he rolled over, his eyes opening only to immediately shut at the lights that were flashing about his retinas fast enough to make any epileptic have a seizure- made the small task impossible.
It was then he registered the excruciating pain emanating from his neck as he instinctively rubbed it comfortingly. He attempted again to open his eyes, only enough to take in the darkened room- though impressively blurry, was his bedroom.
But how was he here?
Louisiana. Eric. Elijah. Stefan needed him home. Mystic Falls. Klaus. Jeremy. The mark. Elena. Kol.
He shot up as the muddled mind put the pieces back together- his fingers searched his neck for a bite.
Nothing.
But how?
I promised I'd always protect you.
It couldn't be.
He jumped out of bed, regretting that decision instantly as he was unbalanced, his hand reaching out to level himself. It took him a moment to compose himself, then took off toward the door, only to realize he was not dressed, and quickly changed that before running down the stairs.
Eric took another turn around the Boarding house main living room, his eyes lazily drifting over the multitude of books on the shelves. Jeremy was on the other side of the room, pouring himself something from the small bar. They hadn't said a word since arriving here about a half an hour ago. He considered going back upstairs, but he knew Damon needed to rest. He had a trying day and deserved to recuperate.
"Here."
He was jolted out of his thoughts as the kid held a glass of amber liquid, which from the scent he surmised was bourbon. Not surprising since he knew Damon preferred it to others.
"I can't drink alcohol, or consume anything that isn't blood," He said, taking the glass, only to pour it into Jeremy's, almost overflowing it. "But I appreciate the gesture."
"Oh sorry. I didn't know. Here," The kid put his glass on the shelf, watching a bit of it slosh on the wood before the kid took his own. He then produced a switch blade.
"You don't have to-"
"I don't know where they keep the blood bags." Jeremy hissed as he ran the blade over his wrist, putting it on top of his glass, watching it fill up the glass rapidly. "Besides consider it an exchange. You gave me yours."
As it was three-quarters full, the Gilbert boy passed it back to him, his wrist still bleeding extensively, and he extracted his fangs, pressing the tip of his thumb into his fang, then rubbing the blood onto the wound. It healed instantaneously.
Why he was being generous, was beyond him. Or the kid for that matter.
"You should watch what vampires you give blood to. But thank you." The kid stared at him, confused as he brought the glass to his lips, taking a lengthy swig. He wasn't expecting the blood to taste so rich, so unique. For a hunter, he expected it to be appalling but it was rather pleasant.
"Jeremy you're okay. I was so worried."
His eyes shot up as he watched as a petite brunette lunged herself at the kid, wrapping him tight into a hug. "I didn't think Kol would come back so soon. I shouldn't have left the house."
"Don't worry sis, I'm fine." The kid insisted, returning the hug.
"We were all worried," Came a voice behind the siblings, and he spotted a blonde girl and a darker skinned girl. It was her who spoke, and he could surmise by Damon's general descriptions that that was Bonnie. And the blonde was Caroline.
And of course, the other was none other Elena Gilbert.
Might not be in her best interest to stand so close to him with a stake in his pocket.
"So Kol's really dead?" The blonde asked. "What about Klaus?"
"Yup, staked him myself. And Eric here ripped Klaus' head clean off." Jeremy exclaimed as his sister let go of him. The kid turned to him. "This is my sister Elena. And that over there is Caroline, and that's Bonnie."
He was about to speak, when he was lost his words as the doppelganger whore as he enjoyed referring to her as, wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. "Thank you. I am so grateful that you showed up when you did, you not only saved my brother's life but Damon's too. And I am truly indebted to you. We all are." The girl looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes- though to some would melt their hearts, only made him want to roll his own in disgust. "Thank you."
"I think I'm the one who needs to really thank him."
It irked Damon seeing Elena's arms around Eric, but that jealous thought disappeared as he took in the thousand-year-old Viking in his living room. He was just how he'd last seen him, beat up leather jacket, wife beater, and jeans. He was predictable as always but breathtaking in all his grandeur. He'd really come. He'd really saved him.
"Damon." Arms wrapped tightly around his torso, Elena's scent overtaking him, making him want to throw up.
There was only one pair of arms he wanted around him.
The kid's blood caught in the back of Eric's throat as he took in a now perfectly healthy Damon. His hair deliciously disheveled, his shirt flipped in obvious haste, giving him a peak of his well-defined chest. And that smile. Goddamn, he never got sick of seeing Damon's beautiful smile.
And like that his fury raced as Elena took off after his Damon, putting her arms around his Damon. Touching his Damon.
Staking her was becoming more and more on his to-do list.
"I am so glad you're okay," Elena whispered into Damon's ear making him even more nauseated.
He didn't return the hug, actually he forcefully removed her from him- it was for her best interest really- Eric had murder in his eyes.
The room and the people in it became a background as he made his way towards Eric, his Eric and he wrapped his arms around the man, taking a long inhale of the man's scent. He was home.
"You came for me," He whispered into Eric's chest, as he felt cold arms encompass him too, holding him firmly. He never wanted to leave them again.
"Of course Damon, there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I would never let you die." Fingers encircled the side of his face, as those icy blues delved into his own. "I promised I'd always protect you."
"I really didn't think you'd make it," Damon muttered, feeling foolish for thinking so. He should have known better.
"So where's Pam?"
Eric was thrust back into reality as that nauseating, annoying voice- like nails on a chalkboard- pierced his ears. His arms instinctively held onto Damon tighter for a moment, but he let go of his man knowing he'd get all the time to touch the younger vampire once they were alone. Or perhaps after he massacred Elena and her friends.
Damon felt cold as those arms disappeared from around him, and his temper boiled as his head snapped toward Elena's direction. Clearly he looked murderous as her obvious bitterness and jealousy toned down. How dare she interrupt his moment with Eric.
"What?" He snapped.
Elena took a noticeable gulp of air. "Your girlfriend. Pam."
"My girlfriend?" His body went rigid, as he glanced over at Eric. Fuck. He'd meant to correct them, but it was just too damn funny hearing Eric being called his girlfriend.
He should really remedy this.
Expecting confusion, even anger, he was met with amusement as Eric stared him down, a coy smile playing at those devious lips. Were they going to play their little game?
Eric saw the question in Damon's eyes, then the understanding. Since the forties, once their relationship became more intimate, they'd kept their relationship of sorts a secret. Not only because homosexuality was considered a sin, and a criminal act in some areas in human communities, it wasn't accepted in his species of vampires either. It wasn't hard, most assumed they were friends, and either one of them was dating Pam as she was usually in their company. But of course, they weren't- he was guilty of it more- able to keep their hands from each other. So, they started making a game of it. They'd let people assume, even make up a lie, and waited for people to clue in. To figure out. Of course too, whoever initiated the damning touch, or slip of the tongue- won the game. And had to give the loser a blow job whenever, wherever the winner wanted.
He had a feeling too that Damon might need this as he wasn't quite ready to tell his brother. Or Elena. Or his friends. And he didn't mind. He enjoyed playing after all,
"Pam wasn't able to make it I'm afraid. She sends her regards Damon and wishes she could be here, but I needed someone to tend to the bar in my absence. She was obviously devastated."
It took everything in Damon not to burst into laughter. He was pretty sure Pam would rather have silver needles shoved into her eyeballs then come help rescue him. "Oh, I'm sure she was." A small chuckle escaped him but immediately stifled it. "I'm sure she misses me terribly. As I miss her. My girlfriend was the only thing I could think of when I was dying."
Damon's eyebrows furrowed as Elena was looking between them, before settling on him- was their guilt in her doe eyes? Jealousy?
"I'm confused, who is Pam to you?" Elena asked.
"She's his progeny," Jeremy answered for Eric. "Whatever that means."
"I am her maker. She is my progeny, or childe if you prefer. She is a daughter to me, my only progeny."
Eric was startled as Damon swiftly moved behind him as he finished speaking, and he immediately surveyed the room but didn't see anything that would warrant worry.
"Jeremy run. I can't be in the same room as you or I'll kill you." Damon called from behind him.
He took a step back, exposing Damon back to the room. "Your hunter killed Kol, so the compulsion has worn off. You've missed a bit since being incapacitated."
Damon felt pride swelling in him. His little student became the master. He strolled over to the kid who was looking at him bizarrely, clapping him on the shoulder. "Good job my little hunter that can! You make your old teacher proud, I can feel the tears."
"Fuck off-" Jeremy snarled, pushing him away, but a small smile escaped the kid.
"So the mark's completed then?" He mumbled, taking in the tattoo that was snacking up Jer Bear's arm. "Woah I can see it."
"How are you feeling by the way?" He was startled as cool fingers ran along his neck, examining the skin.
"Good! My blood lust is surprisingly low though."
Eric smirked, clearly Damon didn't remember their car ride home. "Well, you attacked Jeremy, almost killing him. I was able to stop you, but you took a lot of blood."
Damon cringed but noticed the little Gilbert was in seemingly good health. Did Eric give the kid his blood? "Sorry little Gilbert, thanks for the donation, though." Jeremy just gave him a bored look, and then his brain processed what Eric had just said. "Wait, so you two teamed up? Against Kol? And Klaus?"
"Yup," Jeremy replied smugly. Damon had an inkling it was Eric though who did most of the heavy lifting. "Your friend here ripped Klaus' head clean off."
"What? Seriously?" He stared at Eric who just nodded, before gesturing toward the fireplace, and he followed Caroline's concerned eyes, until his landed on the severed head of Klaus. He looked back at Barbie for a moment, seeing her face pale, a hand going over her mouth. The only person who gave a damn about that fucking hybrid.
Eric watched with slight fascination as Damon strolled over to the head, grabbing it from the mantle, swinging it around by the hair. "I'm Klaus" The accent was atrocious, but he chuckled anyway. "I have a fetish for daggering my siblings, blond barbies who I give creepy horse drawings too and of course, watching sexy men dying in my bed."
"What the hell did you do to my brother!"
Damon paused, his body going rigid as he stared straight over at Rebekah who stood in the doorway of the front door, Stefan next to her. He looked between Klaus' head and the two of them. "Uh, it's not what it looks like" He shrugged.
He knew she was going to attack him, and braced for it, only to open his eyes to see Rebekah pinned to one of the columns near the fireplace, Eric's hand wrapped tightly around her neck. Was it wrong that he found it arousing when Eric went all protective over him? It should hurt his masculine ego- but honestly he found endearing and Eric was sexy as hell all flustered.
"And where do you think you're going?" The viking asked, still able to hold the Original with one hand. He knew Eric was powerful, but he never realized the extent of it. But then again Eric had held Elijah down easily too, but he'd assumed Elijah knew he was surrounded and backed down.
"Let...go...of...me" Rebekah wheezed as Eric continued to choke her.
"Not until you calm the fuck down. Or I can happily rip your head off too," Eric's hand tightened, watching in amusement as the blonde dug her nails into his skin trying to loosen his grip. He bared his fangs, making her pause, her eyes going wide.
"You're one….of them." The blonde vampire gasped, still needing air. "He'll kill….us all. They hate us."
"Just you darling, if you try anything to harm Damon. That's what your brother Kol did, and I had him staked. Klaus bit Damon, so I ripped his head off for fun. I told you brother Elijah if anyone ever tried to hurt Damon again, there would be consequences." He took out the white oak stake- pointing it next to her heart. "So either get over your little outburst or I stake you, your choice. We both know you can't win this fight."
"Damon you're just going to let him do this?" Damon's little brother interjected from the doorway of the living room.
"I don't let him do anything. Eric does what he wants. He's protective that way. He's my family Stef, something I know you struggle understanding." Damon said, making him smile.
"What?" Stefan exclaimed, but he wasn't paying him much mind.
"I promise...I won't do anything." Rebekah wheezed. "All I want...is the cure. To be human."
He studied her for a moment, seeing the truth in her pale eyes. He just nodded, letting her go- watching as she crumbled to the floor, gasping for air. Damon's little brother went to Rebekah's aid, giving him the dirtiest of looks- clearly there was still some chemistry there since the 20's.
"I'm fine too, by the way," Damon chimed in behind him, tossing Klaus' head to Rebekah. "Thanks for caring Stef, I feel the love."
Watching his own brother care more about Rebekah Mikaelson unnerved him, so he headed toward the bar, walking past Barbie and Sabrina, Caroline flashed him a soft smile- it was almost comforting. He poured himself a generous amount of bourbon, noting their collection of liquor was low. Clearly squirrel boy was developing a drinking problem.
"So what's the plan now?" Jeremy asked, cutting the tension.
Damon took his glass, noting that Eric had settled on one of the couches, and he moved toward him. He took a sip, before setting on the coffee table and falling into the couch, his head on Eric's' leg. It was as if that was a queue, and Jeremy took a seat on the other end of their couch by his feet while Elena, Bonnie and Caroline too the opposite couch. Stefan and Rebekah then took the two chairs face in front of the fireplace.
"We go for the cure. Klaus is out for the count," Stefan answered. "And the mark is completed, right?"
"That's what it looks like, but and I hate to admit this, but we're going to need Shane to make sure of that. And the tombstone." Sabrina piped up.
Eric wasn't paying much attention as he kept his eyes on each occupant, noting Rebekah's disdain, and Elena's jealousy- Stefan eyeing him suspiciously.
"Is she coming with us?"
Rebekah snorted at Elena's comment. "Yes Elena, I am coming."
"Who is all going?" The kid asked.
"I'm staying behind. I need to properly say goodbye to Tyler." Barbie answered.
"Eric and I will be heading back to Louisiana tomorrow night. I'll go pick up Lydia from the Gilbert lake house in the day, and we'll head out by nightfall" Damon replied, tilting his head up to get confirmation from him.
"What you aren't coming with us?" Elena exclaimed, her face falling.
"Well no, why would I? I mean the only reason anyone wanting me back was for the white oak stake. Think I delivered. And besides, I'd rather be wining and dining on the locals in Lousiana."
"You should go Damon."
Damon's head shot up as he stared at Eric. "What?'
"Well, you almost died completing this mark. You might as well see it to the end. And besides, isn't one of your goals to shove the cure down Niklaus' throat? I'm sure you'd regret not watching your tormenter turn human." Eric simply replied.
"I'd prefer him over Elena." Rebekah snarled.
"And I'd prefer he come with us. And I won't go if Damon doesn't." Elena insisted.
"Then you should come, Damon."
Damon snorted, rolling his eyes at his brother. Of course he'd say that after what Elena said. He knew his brother didn't want him there.
"So not going isn't an option? Joy" He feigned enthusiasm, raising his glass to them before emptying the contents. "I seriously can't wait."
"Then we leave tomorrow night." Rebekah said as she got up, her brother's head still in her hands. "Where's the rest of my brother?"
"In the trunk of Damon's car." Eric replied, and Damon watched as the Original stormed out, Stefan following behind her like a love sick puppy. It was practically gag worthy.
Caroline and Bonnie took their leave next, forcing Elena along with them. It was clear the girl wanted to say something to him, but Barbie herded her away, as Jeremy followed behind. When he knew the door was closed, the cars started did he move in a flash, straddling Eric's hips.
He didn't waste a moment as he dipped down, capturing Eric's lips in his own, his nose crashing into the vikings'. His lips were frigid but smooth like granite, and he gasped as an icy tongue ran along his own lips, teasing him mercifully to open up. With a squeeze of his ass, his eyes flew open, his mouth falling open in surprise and Eric's tongue slipped inside. All he could taste was blood and bourbon, his favorite combination as Eric continued to explore his mouth. The older vampire pulled him even closer, his hands instinctively wrapping themselves around Eric's neck.
This was it. He could take the shit brother, the doppelgangers, the bites, the Originals, the fucked up shit he seemed to deal with on a daily basis when Eric was kissing him. Nothing else ever mattered. The world could go to hell, but as long as his viking was with him, it didn't matter.
He moaned into Eric's mouth, as the older vampire dug his fingers into his back, drawing blood. His lungs ached, each breath felt like his lungs were on fire, but he forged on, never wanting to for the moment to end. But it always did. Eventually.
"I didn't think I'd see you again." He breathed out, frustrated that the only effect their kiss had on the viking was the little smirk adorning his face.
Eric knew there were more to the words, he knew Damon was referring to the phone call. "I know Damon." His hands lazily ran along Damon's upper thighs. "For a moment I didn't think I'd see you again either."
"So we can both just pretend that didn't happen?" Damon asked, a blush dusting his cheeks a light pink.
"Are you embarrassed?."
"I'm not, it was just sappy. Something out of a trashy romance. It was the bite, I swear," Damon huffed, but his eyes gave it all away.
"Mmhmm."
"It was."
"Of course."
"Really." Damon insisted, and he just shook his head with amusement. "I hate you."
He nodded, cradling Damon's face with one hand, as he licked along the other side, playfully nibbling on his earlobe. "Your erection says otherwise."
Damon snorted, though he gasped as Eric gripped his hard on roughly, playing with it through the tough fabric and his head fell back as the viking continued his torture with his tongue, and fangs along his neck.
He almost fell back into the sexual haze, letting the world slow but he became way too aware of his surrounding as he hear the familiar click of the doorknob, and the turning and he found himself off Eric, and on the other side of the room with his empty glass, staring at an arrangement of decanters.
He just realized the downfall of their game. And how much he despised his brother. At least the thought of his brother helped kill his erection.
"Close call," Eric whispered, winking at him. He just flipped him off as Stefan came into the living room.
"Can we help you?" The sarcasm was just oozing off those words as he strutted back toward the two couches, deciding to sit across from Eric this time. He wasn't sure if could trust himself.
"Damon, can we talk?" Stefan looked between the two of them. "Alone."
Like hell he was leaving. Or Eric. "Nope." He grinned over his glass as Stefan's expression turned sour.
"We shouldn't antagonize the Originals Damon, especially since Klaus is our sire." Stefan lectured, crossing his arms as he stared between them. "Not that I don't appreciate what you did for my brother."
"I'm sure you do." Eric snorted, the two of them sharing an obvious look.
"See I think this is a Stefan problem. I'm not worried, are you worried Eric?"
"Nope."
He shrugged, shaking his head. "I wouldn't worry too much Stefan. I'm sure Klaus won't kill you. I think he thinks you're too pretty, I'd lock that down Stef."
"Is this all just a game to you Damon? You were just dying, from Klaus, and now he's not a threat to you?"
"Not when I have Eric." He winked at the blond.
"He's one of them, Damon!" Stefan exclaimed, throwing his hands up in clear exasperation.
"One of what? The original species of vampires? I know Stef, hard to miss." He teased though he turned serious. "I trust Eric with my life, I don't care what he is. And he doesn't care what I am. He stepped up when no one else did. You left me to Klaus, so you could run off to Rebekah. To help Elena. Do I matter to you at all?"
"Of course Damon, we're brothers."
"And Eric is family to me. So he stays. And we'll deal with Klaus if he comes running. But he's currently decapitated, Kol's dead, Elijah is nowhere, and Rebekah wants to be human. So I think we don't even have to worry." He shrugged, putting his empty glass on the coffee table. "So was that it Stefan? Because I think Eric and I would like to retire for the morning."
His brother looked exasperated, as he just stared at him, then the viking, clearly he had more to say but didn't know how to say it. In front of Eric. He knew a lecture was coming from Stefan when Eric wasn't around. But he wasn't in the mood to deal with one of those famous talks about his life choices. "But-"
'So nothing. Come Eric, I have a room in the basement for you." He said, jumping from the couch and heading to the other side of the room.
He paused as Eric didn't follow him, instead, sitting up slowly and making his way over to his brother. The viking put a hand on Stefan's shoulders, giving him a rare smile. "It was nice to finally meet you, Stefan."
Stefan just brushed it off, huffing as he just nodded, disappearing to- from the sound of a door closing- his room.
He waited until Eric was near him before they headed down the hallway, and toward the basement door. "That went well."
"I don't think your brother likes me."
"He's just worried about Elena, don't take it personally."
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he stopped. The viking cupped his face, giving him a sorrowful glance before he kissed his forehead softly."Your brother cares for you too."
He just gave Eric a dejected smile. "Honestly Eric, it doesn't matter. It's what the Salvatore brothers do." He grabbed the viking's hand pulling him in the room at the end of the winding hallway in the basement. "All that matters is you're here. And we should be leaving."
Eric paused, taking in the fairly large room. It used to be a wine cellar, but he'd covered the room into a bedroom in the seventies, hoping the next time Eric visited him after one of his relatives passed away. But he'd left Eric before he'd come back again, so the room was left vacant, but he'd updated it a few years ago after Katherine broke his heart.
It wasn't anything special, just a king size bed with a titanium headboard, to be able to withstand vigorous sexual activity. The bedspread was black, the room was painted black with white crown molding and red night tables on either side of the bed.
"Look, Damon, I know we've argued about this, but I know you did want to be human again. And yes Damon, I know it's been a few decades, there's an option for you now. And I think you should consider it." Eric said, turning his attention back to him.
He immediately rolled his eyes- why were they still on this subject? "I don't want to be human." Was Eric unhappy he wondered. "I'm happy. Are you? Does it bother you I'm not your species of vampire?"
'No of course not."
"Then why are you so insistent on this?"
"Because I don't want you to live with any regrets " Eric reached for his shoulders, holding them both with each end- staring deep into his baby blues. "Just go. Consider it. Even if you don't wish to be human, I think your brother does. And your friends. And you might as well finish what you've started."
"But I don't wanna" He teasingly whined, running his hands over his clothed chest. "I want to do other, more sexual activities."
"Then you have to forfeit the game." Eric simply replied, starting to unbuckle his belt. "And I'll cash in now."
"Woah, Woah, I didn't say that."
"Then you'll have to go."
"Fuck you. Then I'm leaving you here." He stared down at Eric's tented erection in his boxers- his pants completely open now. He then met Eric's eyes again. "Unsatisfied."
He yelped as Eric grabbed him, throwing him onto the bed, before towering over him. He didn't have a moment as the viking brought their lips together- taking his breath away. Eric's hands were everywhere, as they continued to kiss, making him moan out into his mouth, as arched into the viking's firm body.
Then before it even got started, it ended- Eric stood up and moved to take off his leather jacket, throwing it onto the dresser on the wall opposite the bed by the door. He turned back, gesturing toward the door with a hand. "Goodnight Damon."
He snarled, now unsatisfied twice as he headed toward the door- stopping as he faced the older vampire."I hate you."
Eric just squeezed his ass as he passed him. "I love you too"
Damon stepped out his Camaro, his body on autopilot as he went up the path toward the Gilbert lake house. To say he never wanted to see this house again was an understatement. He'd be glad to see this whole area go up in flames for all he cared. Why he even bothered to come down to Mystic Falls was beyond him anymore. He cared about Stefan, and he'd always be there for him, but he wondered if it was ever reversed, would Stefan do the same?
After being bit by Klaus, after almost dying, he wondered why he ever doubted his feelings for Eric. But a part of him was glad for the closure.
He stepped inside the house, only to drop his keys in surprise.
Standing there, in the smallest black lacy nightgown he'd ever laid eyes on, was none other than Elena Gilbert in all her stunning glory. It was see through, exposing her milky skin, and her matching black bra and panties. The makeup was smoky, her hair straight as ever.
He couldn't move as she swayed toward him, and her fingers ran along his chest lightly. "See anything you like?"
"What are you doing?" His voice was pathetically shaky as the girl just giggled, pulling him toward the living room. This was something out of his wildest fantasies.
"Well I said we'd talk after you were healed, and here we are." She pushed him, and he let himself fall back into the couch, Elena straddling his thighs. "But I think we both know what you really want."
"What are you talking about?" He was at her complete mercy as she started to unbutton his shirt.
"When I visited you at Klaus'. You told me you wanted this. I know you were lying to your friend, but he's not here. So we can do this." Elena leaned forward, kissing along his jawline. "I know how long you've wanted this."
This was all shades of wrong.
His hand snapped up, gripping Elena's hand tightly, feeling the bones bend. "First of all, that's my line." He pushed her, maybe too roughly, as she collided with the coffee table in front of them. "Second, I was hallucinating. Whatever I said to you, wasn't to you." He felt dirty as he buttoned his shirt back up. How did he fall for these things? "Third. What the hell? Seriously, what the fuck Elena! I'm seeing someone. And I don't know how many times I have to say it before it goes through your ditzy head of yours, but I'm happy. I'm in love. She's the only one for me or some shit girls say."
It was then he heard a distinct banging on a door, and a muffled scream.
"You didn't-" Elena bit her lip, not meeting his eyes and ran up the stairs, and into the main bedroom, unlocking and opening the closet to see Lydia- terrified. "I am so sorry Lydia."
"She's fucking crazy." Lydia shuddered, as she took a step back, her eyes wide. He pulled the shaking girl out, glaring at Elena behind him.
"You locked Lydia in the closet so we could fuck!" He said, flabbergasted.
"She was in my way. This was the only place I knew I'd find you alone." Elena pleaded with him, taking a step toward him, but he stormed passed him, Lydia in hand.
What was the world coming to? "You need help, Elena. You'd never do this when you were human."
His anger flared as she stood in his way of the front door. Damn her, and her vampire abilities. "Please Damon, you don't understand. I love you. I need you."
"What you need, is help. Or maybe a good vibrator." He snarled, pushing her aside, as he threw his keys at Lydia who scurried out toward the car. Toward freedom. He turned back to Elena, wanting nothing more than to snap her neck. "Listen here. Leave me the hell alone, and find the love that you had for my brother. Because he's the only Salvatore brother who will ever be with you."
"But Damon-"
He tuned out her shrills, realizing he was going to have to tell Eric. Tell the viking
everything, and honestly, he feared for the girl's safety.
Eric was beyond furious as he hurtled through the Salvatore forest back to the boarding house. After he'd awoken, Damon fessed up about first kissing Elena. Then her coming on to him while dying. And his favourite moment, trying to seduce him while he's away picking up Lydia from the lake house so no one to bother them.
He needed space to think things over. Kill an innocent girl on the outskirts of town who may or may not have looked a little like the doppelganger whore just for fun. And blood. He'd like to stake her, but Damon pleaded with him, that she was just confused and needed time to rekindle things with his brother. How Damon ever kept loyal to that poor excuse for a brother was beyond him.
But off his fury, all of his pent up rage, was nothing compared to the overwhelming fear of losing Damon. She represented Damon's human life. And though the younger laughed off the notion of being human, he knew Damon never wanted this life. Never wanted to be a vampire. He'd been tricked by his brother. And the only reason he'd stayed a vampire for those decades was to clean up after Stefan. To look after the only family he had left.
And sure, he'd taken Damon in during the twenties. And molded him into the vampire he was today, but what if Damon did decide to become human. He wanted that for Damon, whatever the cost. But he didn't want that to mean that his älskling would experience the love he'd felt for Katarina all those years ago- for Elena.
He couldn't lose Damon for the second time.
As he stepped out of the thicket of trees, the moonlight illuminated the moving steel that was coming up towards the driveway. As it slowed to a stop, he couldn't help himself to speed toward it, throwing the door open.
"What the hell!"
He watched the petite brunette jump almost out of her seat as he now sat next to her in the passenger seat, her fingers still around the key in the ignition.
"We need to talk Elena Gilbert. Away from curious eyes and ears." He simply stated, closing the passenger door.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about." The girl said, her hand reaching for the car door.
"You open that door and you'll lose an arm." He heard her gasp as he arm fell back to her side, the other taking the keys out and putting them in her purse.
"What do you want?" Her voice was shaky as she couldn't meet her eyes, instead focusing on the front door. He assumed she was hoping for a savior.
"You know what I want to talk about." He leaned forward, resting his arm on the headrest of Elena's seat, as he towered over her, his face inches from her. He could see, and physically feel the vibration of her shiver. "Your little games with Damon have to stop. He's happy, so leave him alone. Before I force you to stop."
"I love him." She whispered, her amber eyes meeting his blues. "I know he's dating your progeny, but you have to understand that I care for him. That I need him."
"You don't know what love is little girl." He snarled, his fangs showing themselves, making her cower in her seat. "So stop your pathetic little crush and find someone more suitable for you. Like Damon's all-American, apple pie, boy next door little brother."
"I don't love Stefan anymore." Elena insisted, growing more bold as she bared her own fangs. But he frightened her again as he snapped his mouth just a breath away from her, making her cower in her seat once more. "He loved me you know" Her voice was just a whisper as he eyes were trained on her hands in her lap. "Damon loved me for three years."
"He was never in love with you. He was in love with the idea of you. If Katherine hadn't broken his heart, he'd never gone after you. In fact, if he'd never loved her in the first place he'd want nothing to do with you."
"Yes, he would! He loved me for who I am."
"No, he loved you because you are a doppelganger of the women he did love. Damon wouldn't have paid you any mind if not, because frankly, he can do better. He's one of kind, an absolute gorgeous vampire, who could have any women he pleases. Why would he waste his time on such a plain jane type like you? He wouldn't even notice you in a crowd."
"Why are you saying these things?"
There were tears in her eyes, and he knew if he was human, it might affect him. Or maybe if he was kinder. But this was about his Damon, his älskling.
"Because clearly someone needs to stop sugar-coating it for you. The world doesn't revolve around Elena Gilbert. I think it's time for you to realize that."
They both went silent as a whirl went by the windshield, but he'd seen the figure.
"Who was-"
He didn't get to hear the rest, as he jumped out of the car, and sped toward the figure, catching up to him as he made his way toward the doorway of the living room- throwing him across the room, past the couches and toward the sitting area by the far windows on the left-hand side of the room. He went for Damon next, who was by the liquor, pulling him to the other side, past the couches, an arm protectively in front of him- crouched in an attack position, fangs bared.
He watched as everyone in the room jumped up from their current positions on the couches, to look over at the sudden commotion on the room. Rebekah shielded Stefan, as the witch began mumbling something, while the hunter stood in front of her, as the blond vampire stood by herself, her back to him.
His eyes locked on Klaus, who was now recuperating from his sudden blind side attack.
"Original barbie, did you put humpty dumpty back together again?" Damon asked from behind him.
"No, I swear. I was going to once we'd gotten back. I don't know how this happened." Rebekah shrugged.
"You put my body too close to my head dear sister. My blood called out for its other half." Klaus mused as he began to pace back in forth, waving a stake wildly around. "How dare you side with them, sister? That freak of a vampire over there, killed our brother Kol, and took my head off."
"I killed your brother! Don't blame Eric for that, and he deserved it. He tried to kill me!" Jeremy exclaimed.
"I wasn't talking to you hunter. And I'd shut your mouth, I'm at a point where I'm willing to have you haunt me for a century just to watch you scream." Klaus snarled, his focus back onto Eric. "Now listen here, Eric, or whoever the hell you are. I'm going to rip you limb from limb, and play with you until I decide when to stake you."
Everyone in the room turned toward him as he laughed, straightening up. "You don't scare me Niklaus. We both know I'm stronger than you. And I'm faster than you. I can easily rip your head off again. So I'd shut my mouth before I decide that I'm bored of you, and this conversation,"
"Then I'll kill Damon." Klaus spat.
"You can try, but again, you'll have to go through me." He winked, and that clearly pissed Klaus off as he lunged at him, only to be bounced off an invisible barrier.
"What the hell?" Klaus snarled.
"I've put a spell on that area. It should keep Klaus inside until we get back." The witch said, making him ease up slightly.
"Are you sure it can contain him?" Elena asked, exposing her presence. Their eyes met for only a moment, before she looked away, tears still in her eyes.
"It should. At least for a few days. I thought it was better than them going against each other again." Bonnie replied, waving between the two of them.
"You fucking witch, let me out. I'm going to rip your throat out." Klaus snarled, but it was obvious the room was ignoring him so he turned toward his sister. "Rebekah do something."
"I will not have you ruin this for me Niklaus. You'll be there for a few days, plenty of time for me to get the cure, turn human and be rid of you forever." Rebekah announced, storming off toward the front door. "We should leave. Now."
"I agree." Stefan replied, following behind the blonde, as they made their exit.
Jeremy gave Klaus one last look, before he too, took his sister and they headed out of the Boarding house.
Bonnie turned to face him, and Damon. "Damon says you'll be staying, so I trust you can deal with Klaus in case he somehow breaks my spell."
"Of course. No harm will come to any of you on your adventure from Niklaus. I can ensure you of that." He replied.
"Good." And like that, she took her leave.
He turned back toward Damon, wishing they didn't currently have an audience of two. "Be safe Damon. Don't do anything reckless."
"Please, my middle name is reckless." Damon teased, as he pulled him into a hug. "You too Eric."
"And do consider what we talked about." He insisted as he let the vampire go, wishing to kiss him.
"Don't keep your hopes up. But I will." Damon put his hand on his chest, clearly feeling the need as well. But they were still playing, after all. They shared a silent moment, staring at each other, before Damon's hand fell and he too, headed toward the front door. He turned, facing the living room again. "Take care of him Barbie, don't let him get in too much trouble with your Original boyfriend. I have a feeling these two will no doubt want to wipe them out, and measure. See who's the strongest of them all."
Damon then took off, his infectious laughter following him out as the door closed behind him. He glanced over at Caroline, and then Niklaus, wondering how he was going to enjoy spending the next few days in this fresh hell.
… And that's it. What did you think? Like it? Hate it? Love it? Let me know!
Again sorry it's so boring, but it's a filler chapter to what is to come in the upcoming chapters. I hope people enjoyed seeing a possessive Eric, I know there were requests for it. More to come on that. Eric doesn't like people touching what is his.
Anyway, just so you know, I will be busy in the next few weeks, so it might take me longer to update, with midterms, and essays. But I did manage to get through this before thanksgiving. Or Canadian thanksgiving, I know in America you guys celebrate in November which is so weird to me. But Happy Thanksgiving to those who are celebrating it!
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