She tried to push him away. First she used her balled hands, but soon her whole body rebelled to fight him off. Amused he just grabbed her wrists, taking over control.
"Mhhhmm, I like that. Go on...move and wiggle... Make me want you!"
Big brown eyes were fixed on sharp canines. His tongue provokingly slid over them.
"You like me to use them, don't you? How about we messing around a little and I will plunge them deep into the inside of your gracious thighs?"
Elena tried one more time to break free without standing a chance. He lowered himself down to her bosom and licked his way up to her ear in one stroke.
"Tasty." Damon sit up again letting her wrist go and trailed down the inside of her arms. Her breasts pressed against his hands with every rapid breath when he cupped them.
Totally distracted he missed that her hands successfully searched the ground for a tool. With his guard down the blow against his temple was unsuspected by him and lucky for her, he blacked out and felt to the side.
'Damn, I'm sorry Damon.' she thought. That bastard really got under her skin. She almost thought about to let him have his way with her. His dirty talk, as threatening as it was, it had its effects on her. But she knew he was out of control thanks to the spell and she wasn't so sure anymore, what he would do to her once he started his naughty little game. She was just glad that the whole thing had its side effects and he also grew weaker. The hit with the chunk of wood usually would made him laugh, now it had knocked him out.
'Get movin, Elena!' she told herself. Every second was precious and she needed to immobilize him one way or another in order to survive. Jumping around on one leg she searched the house as fast as she could. After two minutes she found some sort of rope next to the door outside. She turned him over to bind his hands together on his back.
Next she pulled him to darkest place in the room and took away his ring. After that, she opened the last two windows and let as much sunlight in, as possible without burning him in the process.
The last task on her list meant that she had to go close to him one more time. She planned to keep the front door open. During the next 8 hours she could keep him at bay by simply sitting in the sunlight. To wear something warm was necessary to survive this without freezing to death. She looked through the stuff in the closet and heard him suddenly groaning next to her feet. Taking as much as she could get hold of, she was on the way back to the middle of the room.
"Bitch!" was the only thing he said, before he bit down on the back of her so far unharmed ankle only to hurt her.
She kicked him with the other foot in his pretty face and got away.
'Oh my god, why am I not allowed to scream? It's all I wanna do right now.' She crawled over to the sunny parts of the room and leaned against the door, starting to cry silently.
Her sobbing and her pitiful and shaken looks did it this time. By seeing her like this, he was able to break free a last time to overcome his inner beast. He didn't know that nobody made it out of this state of mind this often. Usually a vampire would come back to normal senses one or two times at best being under the spell.
"Elena, what..." he began confused when the memory set in. In a beaten tone he added a simple "I'm sorry... Guess you didn't see that coming, when you trusted me with your life." Ashamed he turned his head away, not even trying to get rid of his bonds.
For a while no-one moved. He eventually turned back at her to look if she was okay.
But she wasn't. Her eyes seemed lost. She looked right back at him without seeing him at all. Something changed and Damon had only this one word to describe it all "Fuck".
Her lips trembled, sweat was all over her face, her fingernails scratched nervously over the wooden floor. Almost greedy she eyed the scattered clothes on the ground. Her hand came forward, but she hesitated when shadows were touching her skin and and no sun beam could help it.
Slowly she moved further, looking him directly in the eyes as if he was a dog with rabies.
A big green triangle shaped shawl was the first thing she could grab onto. Snatching it back into the sun she wrapped herself in the shawl as much as she could.
Pants and a jacket were also within reach and she grabbed it as fast as possible. The pants were Damon's and they were far too wide. She didn't care though. Staying warm was her priority.
Dressed she sat down again in the entry and stared at him fearfully.
"Look Elena, what can I say? I tried to fight it. The only thing I managed was to get myself distracted. That was when you hit me with the wood. I have nothing to say to make you feel better. Only the truth. And you won't like it... I...I wanted to fuck you and I will try it again. And these ropes won't hold me back."
Tears of anger and feeling helpless ran down his face.
"I could tell you to go and hike down to the next village which is 18 miles away. But in your current condition … You will not even make one, ... not with the injuries I gave you, and not through the snow.
Elena, listen! Look at me" he started to compel her "I need you to shut down mentally. When it is going to happen I want you to imagine a happy place. You will feel safe and relaxed and when it is over you will not remember..."
She sadly smiled at him before he could finish and curled up on the ground, closing her eyes.
'Strange...that's not supposed to happen...wait a minute...you gotta be kidding me...I can't compel her?... I can't even make it at least easier for her?'
He screamed his frustration to the floor and bumped his head against it.
Three hours later Elena opened her eyes. Damon hadn't moved but he seemed to be very concentrated. His ice-blue eyes were directed to the open door.
She sat up when she heard something rummaging in the snow. It sounded big and ponderous. It reached the porch and Elena could make out the sound of claws on wood or something.
Damon whispered "Don't be afraid, he will leave you alone after he's finished with me. There is a map from the area and some money next to the first aid kit. Get to the village as soon as you are healed. And do me a favour: Live! ...Okay?".
Not getting what he was telling her, she waited for what was coming. A big hairy head suddenly appeared in the doorframe. 'Bear' it screamed inside her.
The animal wheezed empty eyed and entered halfway through the door, turning around to Elena.
"Don't move." Damon sounded serious.
The brown bear snorted at her and turned over his attention to Damon. Elena's heart set out for seconds. Huge eyes were running over the scene, trying to understand.
Still drowsy and in shock, her thinking process rebooted. 'You compelled a bear to kill yourself...To get killed before you can do something to me...?'
The bear lifted his paw and ripped Damons chest open in a blow that would be final for humans.
Damon went pale in agony but he only groaned. He didn't want to make it any harder on her than it already was, so he fought off the need to roar pain.
His blood sprayed over the place, landing on her face. She smeared it away and looked down to her now bloody fingers. Then everything became clear again.
She could see that the bear was supposed to rip his heart out, as busy as the animal was with clawing his chest.
Elena crawled closer and saw the life leaking from Damons body. He gazed at the ceiling with his now green eyes, sweat and blood on his skin. She saw him mouthing something over and over. The moment she understood what he was chanting, she moved forward and threw herself over his body to protect him from further injury.
The bear immediately stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't supposed to hurt the girl.
"Get lost Elena." He screamed at her "Let me go and get lost. This is the only way."
For a moment he thought kind of relieved that she would move away from him. But she just lifted up her hand to caused a deep scratch with her fingernails on the base of her neck. The look in her eyes was mind taking. Hurt and indescribable fear was gazing down on him.
She wanted him to drink from her and stop all this. Elena turned her head to the side to make sure he would see and smell her blood. She knew how hard it was in his condition to resist.
Damon swallowed hard and he somehow managed to send the bear away before his attention got back to the openness of her neck and shoulder. He licked his lips, knowing most of his inner organs were shredded in pieces and he lost a whole deal of blood, too. He knew as well that, if he gave in now, her only chance would end in smoke. If he waited a little longer he might reach the stage of being very, very undead, like the Vampires in the tomb had been.
He gritted his teeth, which accentuated his beautiful jawline. Concerned she saw him smiling, just before his eyes fell back in his head and violent convulsions started to wash over his body.
Tears formed in her eyes and she tried her best to hold him down. She pressed her wrist against his mouth, hoping he would start to drink sooner or later out of instinct.
And finally he did. She flinched when she felt his canines piercing her skin. The last time he drank from her, she remembered herself being overwhelmed by a divine feeling. Back then, she thought she had imagined it. Why should it feel different from Stefan or Klaus? But now feeling it all over again she let herself drown.
When the monster woke up again, Damon was left only to watch through his eyes, feel and hear everything without any control over his body. Positively irritated that his alter ego needed obviously some time himself to adjust to the sight of things, he couldn't take his eyes off of her either.
She sat on top of him and let her blood freely running down his throat. Her eyes were closed, and relaxed features were revealing a tiny smile. Her hair was messed up, his blood was squirted over her face and chest, and she looked like a amazon warrior princess.
"What are you doing, woman?" Damon asked in a deep and dangerous sounding voice, letting go of her wrist with his teeth and ripping apart the ropes that held together his own wrists. In an instant she opened her eyes and began to check on him. First his face, and yes she knew the other Damon was back in the game. Then she touched his chest to see for his wounds to heal.
He inhaled through his nose but could not find any trace of fear. Insteat he smelled and saw her relief at his appearance. 'Why is she not afraid of me? She surely should be.' he thought.
When her hands reached out and captured his face from both sides and her mouth kissed him ever so gently on his forehead, something ripped his heart out in a way that the brown bear would have never been able to manage.
He gasped and panicked "Give it back... Undo what you just did. You...YOU...!...What did you do?...WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?" he roared in her face.
With a sorry face she simply mouthed what he mouthed over and over when she threw herself between him and the bear. 'I love you' Soft tears ran down her face.
She couldn't let him die for her sake. How could he expect her to watch him getting killed anyway? She didn't care for her own well being anymore. All she needed was him. An alive undead him.
He couldn't breath. Neither inhaling, nor exhaling was working.
The Damon inside, as shocked as he was by her unspoken words, snickered. 'That's my girl! How could you not fall for her, pal? She's got the looks and the guts to turn the most vicious monster in a pleading little puppy. Ha'
"No" he finally screamed and grabbed her neck to choke her, but it was no use. She looked at him steady and soft, loving and caring. She allowed him to do what ever he wanted to do with her, not caring for herself. In a second approach he grabbed the collar of the nightgown to rip it open. She just closed her eyes without flinching at all, and he found himself unable to do it, again.
He decided he just needed to get away from her. Pushing her off, he used his super-speed to get out . But he didn't come far. The sun greeted him at the door and burned his front. Taken aback he found shelter in the shadows of the hut.