A rush of cold water came washing down on Elena, forcefully pulling her out of her dream. She took a quick intake of breath as she sharply sat upright in her bed. She wiped the icy cold water from her face and turned to look at her offender her eyes gleaming with rage.
"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" Damon stood at the foot of her bed dressed in dark jeans that hung dangerously low on his waist and a black t-shirt that clung to his biceps. He had his usual smug grin on his face as he cocked his head to the side and watched her as she spluttered and wiped her face dry.
"What do you think you're doing!" She snapped furiously as she pulled her bed covers up to her neck, she wasn't comfortable with him seeing her wearing a tank top and short shorts.
"Oh don't be such a prude. And if you must know, I tried to wake you up five minutes ago," He retorted casually ignoring her fury. "When that didn't work, I figured I'd take a more hands on approach."
"Wait until I show you just how hands on I can be," she threatened; she was completely soaked, and now shivering.
"Elena! Are you flirting with me?"
"Get out!" she yelled snatching her hairbrush from her bedside table and chucking it at him with all of her strength. He ducked neatly as it whipped past him smashing into the door with a loud bang. He turned to look at where the brush had landed. Noticing that the force of her throw had caused a large chunk of paint to be chipped from the door the brush hit, he turned back to face her, his eyes wide with surprise and approval.
"Well I'm impressed. I don't think you need any training when it comes to using your weapons."
"I'm a hunter, Damon. I can take down any vampire who comes at me as long as I have my weapons," she told him rolling her eyes. Realising that he wasn't about to leave the room she started clambering out of her bed whilst keeping her sheet wrapped tightly around her. She already regretted inviting him into her house, what had she been thinking? He was an unstable maniac who now had free access to her house. The thought of anyone hurting the people she cares about had frightened her into agreeing to anything.
"They know who you are, that's why they'll strike you at your weakest which is when you're alone and defenceless. Trust me, I know how they operate." He grabbed a photograph of her and Matt from the top of her wardrobe and examined it before pulling a disgusted face.
"So I'll just start to carry my weapons with me," she retorted snatching the picture from him and brushing past him to get to her wardrobe. She knew that he had a point, the chances were that they knew how skilful she was at hunting vampires, but if they got to her when she wasn't carrying any of the appropriate weapons, she would be at a disadvantage; that's how her mother, who was one of the best living hunters was murdered. Elena new that she was strong, but not that strong..yet. Vampire hunters travelled in packs, they hunted in groups of three at the minimum, and they relied heavily upon their weapons. That's where Damon came in; he would train her how to defend herself without any weapons so if they struck when she was unarmed, she would still have the chance of survival. She placed the photograph of her and Matt where it had been and started shuffling through her clothes whilst keeping one hand firmly on the sheet covering her. She pulled out a pair of joggers and a black t-shirt, throwing them onto her bed.
"Don't be naïve, it won't be that easy," Damon told her throwing himself onto her now vacant bed. She glared at him signalling him to get up and leave her to get dressed and when he ignored her, she sighed irritably and grabbed her clothes off the bed and turned to walk into the bathroom to get changed.
"Oh no, you can get changed here. Don't let me stop you," he called out after her, his voice forging innocence.
"Don't make me regret agreeing to this," she called out to him as she headed for the bathroom; she heard his soft chuckle as she closed the door. She paused for a moment, leaning her back against the bathroom door. Damon was bad news, with a capital "B", she knew that much; but she was also knew that she needed him to teach her what she needed to know about these people.
"I don't hear any movement in there! Chop, chop! I haven't got all day you know," he called out his voice filled with humor.
Sighing heavily, she stood up started to get dressed. She would end up killing him, she concluded. She was sure of it.
Authors note: Sorry, I know that the next update was supposed to be Klaroline but there's been some confusion about why Elena, who is a vampire hunter needed to be taught self-defence. I didn't explain it properly in the last chapter (apologies), but I hope this clears it up for you. Just to add: this story is mainly Delena, there will be some Klaroline but the focus is on the relationship between Elena and Damon. We will explore what Damon's agenda is/if he has one and whether or not his intentions are good. Anyhow, I'll try updating the Klaroline in the next few days, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please do leave reviews, motivate me to hurry and write more for you all. Thanks for sticking with this and reading on. Toodles!
