Duality in the moon
Chapter 4
Warnings: Might be a rape, Damon/other, OOC, Blood.
Damon found her room with directions all the maids were rushing past him bowing as he carried her. They opened up her room door and hushed him on the far right where a big blue bed set. The other was on the far left and it was dressed in black. He took her to her bed and laid her down on it, being as careful as possible. Elena shifted when Damon fully put her down, she winced as she brushed her broken arm against the soft covers. Her bruised ankle was throbbing, she felt as if someone had sat on it and twisted it every which way.
Damon turned his head to face the five maids that were behind him, admiring him.
"Get a bucket of hot water and some rags. I'll tend to her myself. Tell Isobel that I don't want anyone bothering her. They will get severely punished."
The maids rushed away leaving them alone, which Damon took into full effect. He looked back at her to scan over her; her body, her belongings, everything.
She must be the one sitting down in the portrait, Damon thought.
He didn't see that flame in her eyes like he saw in his head. He wondered where she was, but he remembered Isobel's words.
'Check out each one. I'm quite fond of Elena, though. She's feisty.'
Damon looked down at Elena. She looked at him.
It could have been hours before anyone of them spoke.
Damon spoke first.
"How bad are you in pain?" His voice was soft but he held some authority to it.
"Broken arm, bruised ankle, never better. I feel great." She replied sarcastically.
Damon let out a soft chuckle.
"Where were you coming back from?"
He asked, his voice soft. He heard the maids down the hall, rustling with the water. They were talking about how hot he was and how much they couldn't wait to wash him. That would be fun.
A smirk came to his lips.
"I was brushing Mistress Isobel's horse when I was leaving the barn. I was ready to go back to the house when the carriage came through."
The maids rushed in, carrying the bucket of hot water and towels. They placed it by Damon's feet and stepped back to wait for more orders.
He turned to face them.
"Leave." His blue eyes were getting darker and darker and dark colored veins ran down his eyes touching his cheek. The maids ran out of the rooms, closing the door behind them.
Damon turned around and faced Elena. Her body tensed up and she shook her head.
"I don't want that."
She shook her head and turned her head away.
"See, I have a dilemma, these girls can't wait to bathe me and I clearly don't want them touching an inch on my body. I'd rather someone Isobel trusts and you already know that she'll send you, right?"
Elena knew he was right. Isobel would send her and her sister.
Her sister seeing the King as some man that wasn't old.
She'd probably pass out.
"Fine." Elena mumbled as Damon smiled while pulling his wrist to his lips. He sunk his fangs in deep till he felt his own blood fill his mouth. He pulled his wrist from his mouth and sat down on Elena's bed. She sat up as best as she could. Damon moved his wrist down to her height. Elena clamped her mouth on to it, drinking in his blood. She licked around the wound and sucked as much she could into his mouth, taking it in as best as she could.
Damon's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt sensations that he hadn't felt in so long. It shook him to his very core and he felt like he was having a orgasm, but the pull that he was feeling was much stronger.
Elena's eyes opened wide as she saw dark images flash before her eyes.
She saw blood, sex, death.
She continued to drink the demon inside of him was calling him to her.
Damon felt his toes curl in his shoes and he threw his head back, letting out a pure sigh. He never felt nothing like this, it was extraordinary.
It seemed like hours when Elena finally pulled back. She pulled back with so much force that she hit her back against the wall. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was pumping loudly in her chest. Damon's wrist healed instantly and Damon looked at Elena, through heavy slits.
What the heck was that?", Damon thought as he looked over Elena. Blood was smeared all over her mouth and chin. She was staring at him with mud eyes and for a second he saw flames. But it vanished as soon as he noticed it.
Damon shook his head.
Elena bit her lip and closed her eyes. She could feel Damon's blood inside of her, going all around in her body, healing her body from all the damages she had occurred over the past couple of days.
"Now, don't get killed. I wouldn't want one of my maids a vampire." He winked at her and stood up, looking over the room. The spaces between two beds, except one was bigger than the other.
Elena opened her eyes slowly as she stared at Damon's back. Her eyes instantly went to his rear and she took it in, admiring it before she shook her head. Katherine already claimed him so she had no right.
No right...
"I won't die. I hate vampires. You turned my father into a monster." She muttered, knowing that Damon had heard her.
Damon turned around with a rock hard face.
"I didn't turn your father. Isobel did."
Elena scoffed.
"You turned her, makes you responsible."
Damon smiled at Elena. He loved the fact that she wasn't really carrying that he was the King and he could kill her in seconds, that seemed to blow from her mind.
"I like you, Elena. Your starting to grow on me. I never met anyone as bold as you." He rolled his tongue around in his mouth.
She scoffed once again and sat up in the bed. She moved her arm around and noticed that it was looking a bit tender. Wouldn't be long now till it was healed.
She looked down at her ankle and saw that it too looked tender. It was a bit bright pink.
"You should meet my sister. She's funny."
Elena rolled her eyes and laid back down on her bed.
She sighed with a yawn, opening her mouth wide to let out a waiting breath before she closed her eyes.
"Where is your sister?" Damon asked, hoping that he would be able to see them right now. So he could compare, get through his head who he wanted and then leave.
He was feeling a little eh since he left Stefan to watch over the castle in Italy.
"In the kitchen, making bread." Elena quieted herself. She moved to the edge of the bed and swung her feet off the bed, letting them touch the ground. Her feet swung lightly back and forth as she continued to look at Damon.
She was staring into his blue eyes and she couldn't help but not stare. They were some icy that she couldn't take her eyes off of them. They were a bright blue, now. Earlier they were dark black and Elena was just mesmerized. Even though, she hated vampires for turning her father into the monster that he was. She was always amazed by them. She wasn't like Katherine; who flirted with everything with a dick; vampires or werewolves. Elena was more of the type that took things slow. She was more into vampires than her sister ever was and it was only then that Katherine got a taste of her first vampire lover that she was hooked.
Elena was not a virgin. She was in the process of getting married to a wonderful gentlemen when raped her. John was in the process of becoming a vampire and killed him. Thanked Isobel for giving him the power and Elena and Katherine had been working under Isobel ever since.
Not like it mattered, really. Not like they had a choice.
Serve or die was the only choice anybody really had.
"She cooks? What do you do?" Damon moved to sit back on the bed again. He was tired of standing and after letting Isobel feed from him. He was a little woozy and having Elena feed from him was putting cream on the cake.
He was tired and sleepy and hungry as hell.
"I mend the kitchen. I get the new maids in line. I take care of Mistress Isobel's horse and I do whatever I am asked. I don't like it most times from all the visitors she keeps bringing, keeps looking at me, but I handled it to the best of my abilities. I hated being treated like I'm just an object you can throw around, but I love Isobel. If not for her, I would have died. No human can survive when there are rouges out there."
Elena nodded her head and felt something thick and heavy in her throat. She swallowed it down hard and felt it settle in her stomach.
"I know what you mean." Damon wasn't sure what the heck he was doing. He never felt so...comfortable opening up to anybody like this. He only hoped up to Isobel but even that was becoming useless. He had to show people that he was hard and he didn't care. He had to act indifferent.
He could act indifferent, but it took a lot to pull it off.
He had to turn off his emotions for it work and even that was becoming pointless.
Elena was shocked by what he said. He couldn't believe that he would say such a thing. So she said her next words without even thinking as she did for the rest of the night since he was there.
"You're the King. You shouldn't think that well. You aren't perceived to think that way." She said in a soft tone. She stared at his face and saw that it was softening.
"And that is the reason that I hate being 'The King'. You gotta feel this way, act this one and do all kinds of sorts." He closed his mouth. He realized that he revealed a little to much but he had felt comfortable with it.
"I'm glad that your healed. Stay resting in bed and I will see your later on today."
Elena bowed her head, watching as Damon was leaving her room.
"Yes, Damon."
He realized that she had said his name and not King.
For some strange reason, it brought a smile to his lips.
And he was okay with that.
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Elena tossed and turned in her bed. She was dreaming nightmares.
Her sister had came by early after Damon had left and jumped on top of her asking questions about what he looked like.
Elena didn't say a word, even when Katherine slapped her. She said nothing. It was when Katherine threaten her to kill her that she admitted to her that he wasn't old.
It was enough for Katherine. She was smiling and giggling. Her cheeks were turning a bright pink and she went to bed with a smile on her face.
Elena never seen her sister that excited before.
But she was resting, well trying to rest.
She kept having nightmares about Damon. She was in them as was he, but it seemed as if he wasn't really into it. The death, the sex, the murders, the blood.
He wasn't interested and then the imagery changed.
She was watching herself in a room with him. She was naked and her hair was down her front, covering her rock hard pebbles and she was rolling her tongue at him. She had her legs open and she was doing all kinds of things to him while he slept. It was then that she picked up a small knife and slit her wrist and hovered it over Damon's closed mouth. As soon as her blood touched his mouth, he woke up and bit into her bleeding wrist...drinking...
Elena woke up with a start. Sweat coated her sheets and her body. She breathed heavily.
She looked around her room and noticed that a shadow was in the room. She sat up in the bed and squinted her eyes to focus. It was only when the shadow walked into the path of the early soon that she saw it was Mason.
He was sweating all over and he was...
Elena looked away as she saw how naked he was.
"Katherine, you want to play that game. You pretend your Elena and I'll be the needy werewolf boy." He licked his lips.
Elena turned back to tell him that she was not Katherine and a quick glance at her empty bed told her that Katherine was not in the room. She opened her mouth to speak but Mason jumped on top of her and crashed his rough lips on her soft ones.
I guess no one wants to write this story with me.
That's cool.
I said there was Damon/other for a reason...the rape will kinda start but it won't be to much of it, next chapter.
Happy reading and thanks