Duality in the moon
Warnings: Rated M for a reason. Blood, character death. Elena/Damon
"They are all here." Isobel stood beside Damon as he sat in the seat that Isobel usually sat when she called for a house meeting, which was rarely. She had her hair down, a nice blue black dress flowed out from underneath. Her hands were out in front of her, her wrists crossed. She stood at attention.
Good, Damon thought as he looked around the crowd and saw that Katherine was there. Her curly hair was pinned up and framing her face. Her dark brown eyes were on him. She wore a simple white and green dress that reminded him of his brother's eyes. Damon absentmindedly looked around for Elena. She wasn't there. She probably was still asleep, Damon added as he scanned the area.
"Now I want to make this short. I have things to do and people to take in order." Damon rested his arms on the arm rest of the golden black chair. He looked ahead, his blue eyes going over each and every one of them. "I'm the King of vampires, I was one of the first created. I don't play games. I like things blunt and straight forward. I'm looking for…" he wasn't sure how to say this without sounding hopelessly stupid and he didn't want any other girl on his case besides Katherine and Elena. "…a companion. A life long companion. I also want to put something across here. I only want two maids, any volunteers?"
He asked even though he didn't need too. Isobel knew as well. He just loved getting their blood worked up for nothing. It was fun that way. Their bloods pumping fast and so hard through their tiny bodies that their cheeks or any other body part would turn pink or red from all that blood coursing through them.
His eyes fell on Katherine. She had was looking at her nails as the others girls murmured to each other, talking about giving him a bath and fucking him, showing him that they was the best.
He silently chuckled to himself. He never knew that it could get this crazy, but he was King after all and something about being a King turned people on.
"Well, after long consideration, I have decided that it be Katherine and Elena Pierce."
Something familiar hit his nose and his eyes turned towards the entrance to the great hall or front hall, whatever Isobel called it. He saw Elena's walk in and she was looking around, not paying him any attention. It was then that when she walked up to her sister and tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention that Damon could smell and see the difference between the two. Katherine was dark and evil, nothing pure about that. Her gaze was cold and her voice was cold. It was only when that she wanted something that her voice would be full of life. She was probably dead inside. Elena, on the other hand, was different. She was full of life. Her eyes were always filled with some kind of emotion. She felt alive to him when she took his blood.
He head groans come from the maids. He didn't care. His head turned though when he caught two girls talking amongst each other. They were talking in their own little group, ignoring him. Rage flashed through him.
He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Isobel. Who are those two over there?"
Isobel bent low to his ear, licking her dry lips before repeating the girls names.
She straighten herself after she was finished and stood up straight again.
"Aimee and Sarah, would you like to share what you guys are talking about?"
The two girls turned to him. He knew that look in their eyes. They didn't want to be there. He hated disobedience. He stood up from his chair. Isobel stepped back and felt a sense of regret go through her. They were her best cooks, most of the times.
Damon smoothed out his creases in his coat. His chest was spread wide as he stretched wide before him. The girls looked at him as if he was something lesser than he was. He smiled and sped over to them. Before they knew it, he grabbed Aimee and hit her in her spine, paralyzing her, before ripping her spine out. She fell the floor. The other, he grabbed her by her neck and lifted her up high in the air. He looked at her, peering into her eyes before turning them both around to face everyone looking at him.
"I deserve respect. I don't ask to be this way unless you make me. Now, please, pay attention." He smiled at everyone, his eyes focused on Katherine and Elena. Katherine was smiling at him and Elena was looking around the room. He snarled.
"Elena!" He sing-songed her name and her eyes focused on him.
The girl he was holding in his hands, he dropped her and without even taking his eyes off Elena. He picked the girl up and threw her into the wall. Her head hitting against the edge of the wall and he and everyone else heard it crack.
He dusted his hands away and walked back up to the seat, placing himself in the seat, clearing his throat to continue. "Isobel get someone to clean that up. I don't want their bodies rotting away while I have to walk these halls."
Isobel nodded her head and picked up the ends of her dress as she walked down the steps. She pointed at two girls and they rushed to help her, leaving the front hall to get rid of the bodies.
A smile came to Damon's lips as all the maids looked at him with fear and trepidation, except Katherine and Elena. Elena looked bored and Katherine was smirking.
He was really starting to like the too.
"Now, I'm not a hard King but I will be respected." he told them, his eyes going over each and every one of them. He crossed his legs and a wide smile came on his face. "Katherine and Elena, please come forth. Every one else leave, now!"
~ . ~
The maids scattered like roaches, most of them parted to let the twins through.
Elena could tell that her sister was enjoying herself. She could tell that her sister was way too happy for her liking. It was like it was Christmas and she got to open her present a little too early.
"Katherine, are you okay?" Elena asked as all the maids rushed out of the front hall to carry out their business for the day.
"I'm fine, sister." Was all Katherine said as she walked up the steps to greet Damon.
Elena shook her head and walked up the steps. Katherine stood on Damon's right and Elena stood on his life.
"Ladies, please get dressed. I want to venture out into the garden if you don't mind."
Elena bowed her head and Katherine did the same.
He stood up and told him that he wanted them in his room right after. No delay."
They bowed their heads again.
"Yes, King." They said in unison.
~ . ~
"Tell me something Tyler, if you had the choice of picking a mate and you had two choices. What type of mate would you pick for yourself?"
Tyler had his hands crossed over his arms. He had on pants and shoes with no shirt. His hair was a bit messy but it was normal for Tyler. He never really fixed it unless he was going out somewhere.
"I would chose the one that best suits me." Tyler took a breath before he continued. "Caroline was different though. She was the perfect dead girl for me. I miss her though. She was always there when I needed her. You'd lock me in the cage and she would be in the same room and stay there. That day I got lose, I couldn't control myself. I bit her and she became what I am, it killed the vampire in her." Tyler broke off before he could finish and Damon didn't ask for anything more. He knew what had happened. Caroline was one of Damon's best friends until she met Tyler. They fall in love and she stayed behind even though they were creatures and enemies apart.
Now she was a werewolf. They just didn't know where she was. It had been six years since they last seen her.
"Okay. You can go to sleep. The moon won't be out til next month."
Tyler nodded his head and bowed, before departing.
The door closed shut behind him and Damon actually had time to think about what was going on.
He met them both and wasn't sure how to pick. It all came down to chance and it wasn't like he could just say, 'I want you.' It took deep though for that, to come up with something and stay with it, because once he chose his mate. He was meant to stay with her for life. And of course, he had many choices over the years, all the women that he had met. He could have had Isobel, but they became friends instead and sleeping with her once was enough. The sex was good but it at all didn't feel right. He was too tall for her and it just felt off. He didn't like being off. He hated being off.
"Damon?" He heard someone tap at his door. He looked at the door as it opened. It was Elena. Her hair was pinned up and loose strings of her hair fell around to frame her face. When she completely stepped into the room, Damon saw her dress. It was brownish as her eyes but a bit lighter and clingier to her skin. Damon's eyes perked up and he scanned her body, looking over her. She came into the room dragging along a big wash tub. He looked at it and realized that it was way to big for her to carry but she manged. She still dragged it in there, turning around to inch it in the room. Her bottom in the air.
Damon stood up from off his bed and walked over to Elena, pressing his front to her bottom. His erection pressed against her wiggling bottom. Elena froze and she stopped dragging in the tub. She lifted herself up slowly and turned around, but Damon grabbed her hips. She couldn't move.
He ran his nose all over her hair and inhaled her scent, moving his nostrils all over her as he moved down. He realized at that moment that he was the right height for her. He lost himself in the scent and his thoughts raced around in his head.
He imagined Elena on the bed, naked and waiting. She was beneath him and he was inside her tight warm heat. He shivered and involuntarily ran his hands down her body. Elena's eyes opened wide as his fingers down her body. He grabbed her hips and shook his lower body against hers. She let out a surprised gasp.
"Damon..." She said under her breath. She wished her sister was here. She would stop him, but she just had to go check on Mason and see if he was okay. Elena already knew what Katherine really wanted. She wanted some sex.
"Elena..."
He placed his hands on her breast and groped them. Elena bit her lip, wondering why she was letting this happen. Shouldn't she stopped this? But she was his personal maid. She would have too, but there was a point to stop it, right?
"Damon..." She fought wiggling her body to fight him off. She only brought the huge tub just in case if he wanted to wash before he went out. Isobel was like that and would have assumed that Damon be the same.
"Elena..." Damon pulled back from her, something in his mind had snapped and he realized that he couldn't take her this way. He didn't want to seem like the werewolf who had tried to rape her and he didn't want to be cruel towards her. Maybe with the others but not her.
He turned her around in his arms and looked into her brown eyes, thinking of what Tyler had said earlier wondering which twin was the best for him.
Speaking of twin...
"Where is your sister?" He asked, his voice was soft as he let his arms from around her. He walked past her and picked up the tub, not even breaking a sweat as he placed it in the middle of the room.
Elena looked at him hazily before snapping herself out of it.
"She's with Mason, making sure that he is well." She said truthfully or as truth as she knew it. She wasn't going to lie to him. What was the point? Elena wasn't a liar like her sister.
Damon nodded his head and then turned his attention on the tub, wondering why she brought it in there unless she wanted to wash him, get a look at his hot body.
Get your mind out of the gutter. What if she was just giving you a bathe to start the day?, he thought as he looked over what was inside the tub.
There was two rags and a bar of soap.
"Where is the water?" he turned to face Elena as she stood there.
She looked behind her and watched as two maids came into the room.
"Katherine is with Mason so I asked three girls to fill the tub up. You may sit, Damon." She said as she stepped aside to let the three girls she was talking about enter the room.
Damon cocked his head and watched as each girl kept their eyes low to the ground. They poured the hot water in the tub and left without even looking at him. They were too scared and didn't want to die like Aimee and Sarah.
Elena closed the door behind the girls as they walked down the hall, leaving her and Damon in his room. Her sister wasn't going to come back. She was busy off with her werewolf and Elena didn't want to disturb her sister. Sometimes it was best to get away sometimes.
"Well, its just us? I like that." Damon grabbed at his clothes and began to strip in front of her. Elena averted his body as he stripped. She didn't want to see him naked more than she had too. "Is my little Elena nervous around me? My my. The things I learn about." He wagged his finger at her as he stepped into the tub, the water rising as he slowly inched his way down. The tub was wide enough for him to fully sit and stretch his legs a bit. It was the same tub that he had back home and he realized while sitting there that this was probably Isobel's.
Oh well. It was Damon's now.
"I'm not nervous. I just..." She huffed out in annoyance when she couldn't think of anything to say. It was quite unnerving her that she was letting him get to her as he was. She walked over towards the tub and got on her knees, gulping as she reached inside the tub to retrieve the bar of soap and the rags.
She had her head down the entire time while she prepared the rag with soap.
She dropped the soap back in the tub and moved around to reach his neck first.
Damon leaned forward as Elena was staring at his back. He started to chuckle when he felt how soft Elena was washing him.
He couldn't stop laughing when she mumbled under her breath.
"I won't break, Elena. Be as rough with me as you want." He said as he felt Elena rub the rag over his skin.
It felt like hours later when she opened her mouth, dipping the towel into the tub to gather soap and squeeze the town down his back.
"So, are you really looking for a companion?" She asked boldly as she moved around to get to his front. Her eyes staring into his.
Damon looked at Elena and shook his head.
"No. I'm King so every one wants me to have a Queen. At first I thought it was stupid, but then I realized that I want to be able to relax while my Queen handled business affairs. I'm not trying to sound selfish but I would like someone to come home too and it's the same person."
As Damon spoke; Elena ran the towel over him, pausing ever so often to grab the soap to rub it into the towel.
"What type of Queen are you looking for?"
She placed the rag on his shoulders and ran it down, making sure to scrub his skin.
"I don't know. I want her bold. Confident. I want her to have fire. I want her to be sexy but innocent. I want her to be..." He broke off at that point. He really wasn't sure because he hadn't really thought about it.
Damon stopping in the middle of his sentence told Elena that he wasn't sure and was just saying things so she would shut up and she did.
She bathe him in silence and Damon sat in the tub, moving around in said tub so Elena could get every inch of him. When she was near his lower part, he told her that she didn't need to wash it, but Elena did it anyway, gasping it in the rag and running the rag over it.
Damon felt satisfied and was purring like a cat when she was finished.
As Elena got off her knees and went to retrieve his clothes from his chest.
Damon looked over her and and couldn't get this tiny voice in his head that wouldn't shut up. It kept repeating the same sentence, over and over again.
I want her to be like you. I want her to be like you.
Damon shook his head and stood up as Elena rushed out of the room to grab something to dry him off with.
He watched as she went and the nagging voice in his head wouldn't stop.
No.
He told it so it could shut up.
Yes.
It told him so he would shut up.
Damon shook his head once again and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what the little nagging voice was trying to tell him.
He didn't know. He didn't know at all.
I hope that everyone does know that this happens at the most awkward of moments. Next chapter is Katherine/Damon.
Mention some Bonnie or Stefan, who knows.
Was the chapter confusing?
If so I'll re work on it.