hank you thank you thank you for all of your reviews and story alerts and favorite alerts. That means soooo much to me it's unreal. Now, I've never written anything like this before, I'm usually a romantic, and this darker side of Damon AND Elena is strange to me, but compelling and quite intriguing. I hope you bear with me, and remember constructive criticism makes us grow as writers, I'd never be offended :)

Elena sat quiet in the car, looking out on the dark road. Damon glanced over at her a few times, taking note of the slight increase in her heart rate the further they got from the heart of Mystic Falls. He could tell she wanted to ask where they were headed, but she had to must up the courage to do so.

It was typical A-O for girls. They wanted to show they trusted the guy. Damon knew from experience that the girl usually spoke up a tiny tad too late.

'Penny for your thoughts, Elena?' he purred and she jumped at the sound of his voice.

She shifted in her seat as if to say she wasn't a bit freaked out not knowing the destination.

'Just wondering where we're going, is all.' Her voice sounded a little shaky even as she smiled at him.

'We're heading back to mine,' Damon answered nonchalantly as they turned to corner and the boarding house came into sight. It looked sort of ominous immersed in darkness, and he did enjoy the feel of it. He hadn't been here for years, but it looked well taken care of.

He parked the car outside and opened the passenger door for Elena. She hesitated before she stepped out, looking at the exterior of the large building with huge eyes.

'You actually live here?' She turned to him. 'How come I haven't seen you before?'

'This is family heritage. I've travelled around a bit with my brother. I'm his legal guardian, since our parents passed away years ago. He's been going to boarding schools across Europe. Last one was an art school in Italy.' He motioned for them to walk towards the entrance.

Elena glanced up at him as she passed him, tilting her chin up, trying to look fearless. She wasn't fooling anyone though and he chuckled softly and followed her, opening the door for her while putting his forefinger against his lips to show her to keep quiet.

'Better not wake my uncle and I guess my brother's around here somewhere too by now', he whispered and the relief in Elena was visible as her shoulders dropped a fraction, relaxing from the obvious tension she'd felt thinking she'd been there alone with him.

These fragile humans, thinking for a second that just because another person was in the vicinity, there was anything they could do to help. Damon tried a smile that he hoped was friendly, but the thoughts that swirled around his head at that very moment were as far from friendly as one could get. Unless you call sucking someone dry while fucking them senseless could be deemed as friendly in any way, shape or form. The thought excited him enough to make his jeans feel tight and uncomfortable around the crotch area.

Passing the library, Damon grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. Elena eyed the bottle warily and he stopped before heading up the stairs.

'What?' He asked, raising an eyebrow, following her gaze.

Elena smiled tentatively.

'Nothing. I just..' She hesitated. 'I'm hoping you're not expecting me to drink that…', pointing to the bottle and scrunching her nose up, making Damon wish he could fang out and slam her against a wall, '…without anything to mix it with?'

He looked at her incredulously.

'You're gonna want to..?' He had to stop himself for a minute. 'You can't be serious?'

The look on her face gave it all away. She was serious. He walked past her, shaking his head.

'The things I do to get laid', he mumbled as he walked into the kitchen to pick up a can of coke from uncle Zack's fridge. Or, if getting picky, his fridge that he let uncle Zack use.

For the time being anyway.

He gave Elena a toothy smile and he jerked his head for her to follow him upstairs.

'Whiskey and coke for the lady and whiskey neat for me', he said as he'd invited her to his room.

He loved his room. It was large and open spaced with a humongous bed in the middle of it. The shower room was like a big extension of the room itself, with a glass covered area for the shower, leaving nothing to imagination when standing under running water. Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. And lots for him to gawk at when he had female company.

There was a fire place in one end of the room with a two seated incliner in front of it. This is where he brought Elena. He effortlessly started a fire after putting on some soft music and poured them two drinks.

'I hope you're good with no ice,' he asked Elena as he settled down on the sofa with her, making sure their legs touched. 'I'd bring you some, but the coke should be cold enough. And with my uncle around…' He didn't finish the sentence already knowing Elena wouldn't protest. She was a good girl, she wouldn't want to be any trouble. As guaranteed, she shook her head and told him just that.

'So, where's your uncle?' She looked around the room, as if she'd find said uncle in one of the corners of the room. 'It's a large house.'

Damon shrugged his shoulders.

'As I've said, it's an old boarding house, so there are a few rooms. There are six bedrooms and four bathrooms, excluding mine. Two rooms on this side of the stairs and four on the other side. My uncle lives in one of the ones on the other side.'

'Where does your brother stay?'

'He's on this side, in the loft above my room. My baby brother is a loner. Likes to keep to himself.' Damon couldn't help a frown, which Elena picked up on right away.

'You're not very fond of your brother, I take it?

Damon laughed.

'Very perceptive of you, Elena. No, no tears lost between baby brother and myself. But enough about me.' He shifted in his seat, focusing completely on her. She blushed at his scrutiny.

'What do you want to know?'

Damon's eyes roamed her tight body, that tiny top leaving hardly nothing to imagination. She must know that she was driving any living (or undead) male absolutely crazy, with her short skirt and her vanilla scented perfume increasing the feel of innocence surrounding her to nearly numbing proportions. He let the back of his finger glide over her naked thigh, feeling her shiver under his touch.

'What I really wanna know is how you've got no boyfriend, Elena.' He turned his hand so the sole of his hand was resting on the top of her leg, his thumb just an inch or two from the junction between her thighs. Slowly he started stroking the soft inside of her leg, getting closer and closer. Her increased breathing was music to his ears. No more foreplay, he couldn't give a flying fuck about getting her drunk or high or compel the shit out of her. She had a fearlessness that intrigued him and he wanted her lucid and willing while he came inside of her, in her mouth, on her stomach. Wherever. He was getting turned on just by looking at her little pout and the contours of her nipples against the thin fabric of her silky top.

Damon set his tumbler down on the floor next to the sofa and turned to take Elena's tumbler out of her hand. But Elena picked up on this and quickly downed the light brown liquid before sticking it in his outstretched hand. He chuckled as she frowned from swallowing the whiskey that he'd drizzled a few splashes of coke into. There was so much he could take in ruining a perfect Glenlivet.

Elena shook her hair out over her shoulders and met his gaze squarely. And Damon knew she wasn't going to back out of anything. He pulled her onto his lap in one fluid movement so she was straddling him.

'I haven't got a boyfriend cause I wanna be able to see whomever I want', she answered breathless as she grabbed his shoulders in a tight grip. She was nervous as hell. Damon wasn't the type of guy that'd just rounded second base without wanting to hit third right away. Right now she was in or out.

In or out.

The alcohol was numbing her brain slightly. She felt his hard on rubbing against her and his hands had somehow found their way around her waist and was now lingering just above the curve of her back. She knew that any second now they'd glide down to her bottom and snake their way under her skirt. She knew, it was in his eyes. Those fiery blue eyes screaming out danger, but she couldn't look away. She wouldn't move and in a daze she closed her eyes as his lips found hers.

In. I'm in.

Mmm. She felt good. She looked good. She tasted even better.

Damon had nestled his way in under those tiny panties fingering her lightly, before licking her juices off his finger and carrying her over to his bed. She was still smiling, holding on to the whiskey bottle that she had still to have a sip from. He'd urged her on, but she'd said no. He'd wanted her relaxed, but looking at her now, legs spread on top of his duvet, her top riding up just under her breasts, she couldn't be more relaxed had she been rendered unconscious.

He didn't really get it, not that he cared much. But shouldn't she be a little bit scared by now? Feeling a little uneasy? Elena's eyes were glazed over with lust and her legs were moving slowly over the black silk on his bed, trying to cover herself up with her free hand. It was sexy at the same time as it was such an innocent motion. Damon was almost drooling.

He pulled her closer to him and spread her legs wider. She giggled and tried to get away, but in a coy way. It sent a thrilling shiver down his spine and he could yet again feel the predator inside of him come to life.

Kneeling on the bed he grabbed Elena's arms and yanked her up so she was sitting straddling his lap. He bent her arms behind her back and kissed her roughly before pulling her even closer to him, leaving one hand holding her wrists in a firm grip while grabbing her neck with his other.

'Elena', he purred, licking her neck and her jaw. 'You'd better not tell me half way through that you're not gonna go through this. I'm not one to take no for an answer.'

This was the usual game to him. But this time, oddly enough, he meant it. He was giving her an out. He grabbed her neck harder, pulling her face back a bit so she could look him in the eye. The was fear there, but also a stubbornness he'd love to fuck right out of her system.

Damon heard Elena's breathing accelerate and her pulse was beating hard under his thumb from where he was holding her neck. His mouth was dry and the dull ache from his incisors was getting harder and harder to ignore.

'So, what's it gonna be?'

Elena swallowed loudly and her eyes flickered to his mouth.

'I'm in.' Her voice was barely a whisper and she cleared her throat. 'I'm staying.'

'Good', he said and let her go. He slid off the bed and stood up in front of her. 'Now, I'd like you to undress yourself. Slowly.'

Her huge doe eyes blinked at him a few times and her mouth opened and shut. Elena started shaking her head, before Damon held up a finger to be quiet. There was a blush building up, coloring her cheeks in the most flattering way, especially to a vampire.

Damon punctuated every word he said.

'You said you're in. This is how it goes. My house, my rules.' He smirked at her. 'I'm not asking you to act like a dirty stripper. I'm just telling you to get naked.'

Elena nodded and tucked her hair behind her ears, looking good enough to eat. Damon didn't know if he could hold out much longer, but being a sucker for punishment, he painfully readjusted himself while watching the lovely virgin in front of him slowly pull her tiny top over her head. She gave him a little smile and threw the top at him. He caught it and let it drop to the floor.

Nina Simone was singing sultry in the background as Elena stood up on the bed, a little bit more confident seeing the slightly goofy expression on Damon's face. She didn't think she had it in her, but apparently she did. She knew how to do sexy, but only with guys her own age. She did have the confidence, but Damon was older and seemed worldlier than the boys she usually hung with.

Elena brought her arms behind her head and let her hair glide between her fingers. Never letting her eyes leave his face, she gingerly touched her breasts pinching her nipples through the silky material of her bra. Elena reached out behind her back and unhooked the bra. She let it fall on the bed in front of her.

Damon licked his lips as she cupped her breasts and weighed them in her hands before continuing caressing her torso down to her waist, stopping by the waist of the skirt. She hooked her thumbs just inside the material and started pulling the skirt down, but stopped. Damon was watching her closely, and she shivered under his scrutiny. There was something feral in his movements as he closed in on her, grabbing her waist, pulling her close.

'Don't lose the skirt, leave it on', he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

He reached in under her skirt and ripped her panties off, leaving a burning sensation as the material broke around her. She gasped as he smiled up at her, his eyes cutting through her, leaving her breathless. He was absolutely the sexiest she'd seen before. He was a man, not a boy and she just knew that he was dangerous. She should be afraid of him. She was afraid of him, but not in the way she should.

She leaned down and kissed him, letting her tongue trace his upper lip and he opened up to her. Their tongues tasted each other, teasing and testing and pursuing the other. Damon groaned against her lips before letting her go.

'Lay down on the bed', he commanded. Elena smiled but did as she was told. It was the way he sounded that made her confidence rise. As if she had the control, although she wasn't too sure that the control was on her side in reality.

As she lay down Damon quickly undressed. He was watching her, spread out on his bed again, her lips slightly parted, her puckered nipples inviting him to bite down on her breasts, sucking on them and fucking them, doing all sorts of sordid things to them. Fuck, he just wanted to take her hard and ruthlessly and bite her and enjoy the fact that she was a virgin. It's not like she'd told him she was, but he'd lived long enough, seen enough and fucked enough to know a virgin when he saw one. And this one, he was going to enjoy.

Damon sat down on the bed, between her parted legs.

'I want you to touch yourself', he said in a low, controlled voice. Far more controlled than he felt. Elena flashed him a cheeky grin.

'How would you like me to touch myself?'

Her question caught him slightly off guard, but he quickly found his posture.

'I want you to finger yourself while touching your breasts. I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers and I want you to give yourself an orgasm while I watch.'

Elena slowly brought two fingers to her mouth while the other hand started pulling at her nipples. She licked her fingers while holding Damon's gaze, bringing her fingers all the way into her mouth, sucking on them, moving them in and out in a steady pace. Damon couldn't keep his eyes off her mouth. Eventually she moved her hands downwards past the skirt riding up her waist to her smooth thighs and her clean shaven pussy.

'You mean like this?' she whispered.

Damon groaned out loud as Elena slid her fingers along her slit, dipping them inside, bringing them out again, glistening of her juices. She circled her clit slowly while massaging her breasts, her nipples in full attention from her touches. Elena moaned quietly and closed her eyes while rubbing her clit faster and faster.

Damon started stroking himself while watching her, mesmerized by the pure sexual beauty she radiated. She continuously kept fondling her clit, moaning in satisfaction, totally oblivious of him. He couldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't wait for her to come.

He pushed a finger inside of her, slowly, bit for bit, until it was deep inside of her. He moved his finger in a circular motion, feeling her soft wet walls constrict around him. She was so tight and so young and so hot he had trouble focusing on anything but slamming his dick inside of her and ripping into her throat.

He took his finger in his mouth, and licked it free of her before sliding two fingers inside of her, stretching her little by little. He kept jerking off to the soft noises coming from her and he bent down and moved her hand away with his cheek before rubbing her swollen clit with his tongue. Her moans grew louder and he started sucking her clit, massaging it between his lips. He pushed his fingers deeper inside of her, tasting her juices, trying not to come, trying not to fall over the edge too soon.

Shit. She was unreal.

He withdrew his fingers and slipped his tongue between her wet folds, letting her juices flow into his mouth. Her legs were shaking slightly and her head was thrashing against the pillow, one of her hands covering her mouth from screaming out loud.

Damon grabbed hold of her with his arm under her thigh and his hand curled across her waist as his tongue prodded deeper inside of her.

His eyes opened in surprise as he felt cold liquid in and around his mouth and the taste of whiskey. Elena was pouring whiskey straight from the bottle onto her naked pussy and he lapped it up smiling. This girl had spunk, he had to give her that. He let the whiskey mix with her natural taste, before he started rubbing her clit with his tongue again. She let go of the whiskey bottle to grab hold of the sheets next to her, but he didn't care that his bed was soaking in whiskey. All he cared for was the taste and sound of Elena. He started sucking on her clit rhythmically, and her hips bucked underneath him, moving in response to him. Her legs were shaking violently now, she was coming any second, so he fanged out.

By nature, as a vampire you could bite to hurt or just bite for pleasure. More often than not, he'd bite for pleasure for himself, which meant; the one he was biting would be in pain, a hell of a lot of pain. Damon enjoyed enforcing pain on others, it was part of who he was.

But tonight, something altered. He wanted her to enjoy this while he got what he wanted. He licked around her clit warming the area with his tongue, sucked on her harder and faster and as she came he sank his fangs into the soft skin on each side of her clit while he kept sucking on it, his tongue swirling around her, mixing her cum with her blood.

Ecstasy.

Damon's mind was reeling. This was fucking fantastic.

Elena's elaborated panting turned into silent screams of pleasure. She moaned his name and he came in the sheets as the last wave of her orgasm left her body. He groaned against her and withdrew his fangs, keeping his head against her flat stomach and his arms around the tops of her thighs while he waited to de-vamp. He could've just not cared, but he did. He didn't want to compel her for some reason. He'd had her willingly. The first girl in a very long time he hadn't fucked to hurt and then compelled to forget.

There was something about Elena. It freaked him out a little and he stood up without looking at her. He walked over to the fireplace and picked up his drink. He looked at her over his shoulder before downing the whiskey in one go. She was laying there, a dark haired angel on his bed.

Angel of doom, more likely.

He frowned.

'Get your clothes, I'll drive you home'.

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