Chapter 11
POV of Emma
"She was smart when she set this up." Damon says poking at the invisible shield of magic that's caging us in here. I stand a few feet back from him, examining the situation.
"You're right." I say crossing my arms in perplexity. "The door is made of durable metal, so I can't break us out of here. Then the spell is set right in front of the door so that you can't either." Damon looks over his shoulder at me looking rather surprised that I just said that. "Exactly." He says with a pleased smile twitching at his lips. Since he's trying to hold it back it comes out as more of a crooked grin.
"What are we going to do when you need to hunt again?" I ask with a nervous twitch in my stomach. Damon's smile suddenly falls at the mention of our unresolved issue. "How long are you going to be able to hold out before you lose control?" Damon turns his back on me and begins to walk over to the couch. "I know you don't want to think about it but…it's going to happen and we need to have a plan ready for when it does. I could hide in the bathroom."
"No, I'll have the door torn to shreds in a matter of seconds." Damon admits with a dreadful sigh. "The fact of the matter is, I don't know what's going to happen. Am I going to go stark mad and suck you dry? Or will be able to resist you for however long we're stuck in here."
"Damon, we both know that isn't true. You're a vampire whether you or I like it or not and that part of you is going to take over at some point. We need to be ready for when that happens." I take a few cautious steps towards the couch and slowly take a seat. "What are we going to do when that happens?" Damon stares straight ahead, not able to look my in the face. I stare at the wall across the room, just like him deep in thought. I feel Damon's comforting arm lay itself over my shoulders. I don't question its being there because it feels so right, so natural for it to be there. Damon's gaze switches targets and I feel his eyes land on my face. I try to ignore his intense stare and run my fingers through my hair in frustration. Before I can even pull my fingers all the way through my hair, Damon grabs ahold of my wrist. I gasp at the sudden touch of his hand on me and I feel my wrist tingling under his grip.
"The ring." He says as if he's on the verge of a break through. I narrow my eyes in confusion and just keep staring at his face confused. "This ring has the power to bring you back to life every time that you die! As long as you keep this ring on, you're safe!"
"You can feed off of me as much as you like, as often as you like! You won't kill me!" I shriek in pure joy of this new discovery. "Damon, this ring is the key to our survival! You and I can keep Kat fooled until Stefan and Elena can come get us help!" Damon's eyes darken a little at the pitch of my new idea. He jumps up from the couch, our small form of contact gone. I stare up at him flabbergasted that he didn't scoop me up into his arms with joy right there. "Damon?"
"I…I can't…I just would never…I don't want…" He stammers to find the words he wants to use. I stand up and rush to his side, gently placing my hand over his trembling arm. His skin feels a little colder than it normally does and he doesn't look as strong as I've seen him in the past. I try to radiate my 'tell me' vibe through my touch, feeling as though he knows exactly what I'm saying. "I just can't handle the thought of my teeth ripping into your flesh, draining you of your precious blood, and waiting for you to wake up to do it again."
"Damon, you've done enough to help me!" I say taking his face up in my hands, forcing him to lock his eyes with my own, "It's my turn to help you! I can tell you haven't fed in a while either. When was the last time you went hunting?"
"I can't remember, maybe a few days or so." He admits, not liking where I am trying to go with this.
"You see? You need to feed in order to stay strong and healthy. I care so much about you Damon! Please let me do this for you!" My eyes flare up in the need to help him. It's just not fair to let him go to this much trouble, only to be unrequited for it. I push my dark locks over my shoulder and present Damon my neck. The moment I do, I'm thrown onto the couch and Damon is on the other side of the room, gripping onto the kitchen counter with all of his might, making the granite table tops tremble under his strength.
"No Emma! The answer is no! You can't do that to yourself! You're a person not a blood faucet for me to turn on whenever I feel like taking a sip! I won't let you throw yourself into that position!"
Normally, I'd keep fighting for it but, the look on Damon's face proves that he isn't going to sway in the slightest. I fold my arms across my chest in annoyance that he's just won this battle. His loss really, do you really think that I wanted him to bite me? I know that it hurts really bad to be bit. Damon told me all about it the other night before we fled Mystic Falls. "Whatever." I seethe in annoyance and I turn on the television.
"Emma…" Damon whines, sounding like he doesn't really know what to say to me at this point. "You're taking this the wrong way. I'm not refusing your blood because I don't want it! Trust me, I want your blood more than any other's. My human part of me just won't let me do that to you though. Please understand!"
I try to ignore him and keep my eyes locked on the TV, not wanting to listen to his excuses anymore. I notice in my peripheral vision that Damon has sat down right next to me. He obviously doesn't like that my attention is not on him because he creeps in closer, his eyes focused on me solidly. I roll my eyes and try to push him away. Of course, it's a feeble attempt due to being a puny human girl. He whispers my name a few times, his voice low, raspy, and seductive. All that does though is piss me off even more. I'm only going to dig my stubborn heals into the dirt more. Does he really believe that I am so weak internally that I'll snap under his gaze and I'll suddenly be perfectly okay what all that's going on right now?
"Ugh!" I grunt annoyed, pushing his face back again. This time Damon seems to finally get it and he allows himself to fall back on the couch in defeat. "I'm going to go take a shower." I slam the remote down on the cushion on the other side of me.
"Wait!" Damon pleads, capturing my hand in his, which doesn't give me much of a choice. "Let me take care of your legs first." We both look down at my knees and shins that are scraped up terribly from being dragged by Katherine. They are bloody and gross looking with wood, dirt, and gravel dug into the skin. It's Stefan fault pretty much. He's the one that gave me a pair of Damon's boxers to wear, leaving my legs bare. "It was the first thing I noticed when I came in here."
"Will you able to handle it?" I ask in a sour tone. Damon gives me a Shut the fuck up look and forces me to take the spot next to him.
"Don't push me Emma!" He growls, doing his creepy death stare, eye thingy. "Stay here and I'll be right back!" He barks at me before he walks into the bathroom, leaving me there to pout. I forgot how dangerous Damon can be. He's a vampire, my blood's predator and here I am provoking him. Why must I have this strange desire to be right all of the time? If I don't watch my back I could get eaten. Damon comes straight back out with a small medical pack under his arm. "Why Kat is supplying us with all of this stuff, I'm not quite sure."
"She wants us both to suffer." I say as he sits down next to me. "That means, she'll see how long we can make our resources last. Gradually, I'll begin to suffer more and more. Thus, you'll suffer seeing me that way."
"You, Miss Reeves, seem to be very good at getting inside of the head of an evil compulsive bitch." Damon teases, pulling both of my legs over his lap. "Is there something about you that I don't know?" I playfully shrug my shoulders, causing a massive smirking contest between the two of us. Damon looks extremely sexy when he looks at me like that… A stinging pain searing into my knee causes me to fling out of my thoughts and wriggle under Damon's grip. "I know that it hurts Em, but if we don't get this done then it will get infected."
I groan and flop down on my back, trying my best to embrace the pain without moving or yelping too much. Damon has to focus on not losing control; he can't be distracted by my squirming or worried by my pain. Maybe if I don't make a sound then he'll think that it doesn't hurt that much, even though it hurts like hell. "I'm done." Damon says in a raspy voice that sounds like he's been holding his breath.
"Oh, thank God!" I sigh, thankful that my legs aren't being carved into anymore. I sit up and look at him in dread as he bites down into his wrist. "Do I have to?" I complain in total annoyance. He doesn't say anything at all, he just crams his bloody wrist into my mouth. I sputter at the distaste of the blood. It tastes like kool-aide sugar with only enough liquid mixed into it to make it into pasty goo. "This will heal it quick enough that I won't have the temptation there." Soon the punctures in his wrist heal over and the blood stops flowing into my mouth. I'm released and I begin coughing and gagging. "Just do me a huge favor and don't get killed." He smirks down at my grimacing face.
I walk over to the bathroom door and check over my shoulder quickly before entering the white porcelain room. I swing the door shut behind me and stare at the girl in the mirror. I jump back slightly frightened. It's no wonder Katherine thought I was ugly!
The girl staring back at me has dark hair that is disheveled. Her skin is dark on the arms but her face is pale with a green tint to it. Her eyes are blood shot, are full of worry, and have dark circles underneath them. She is also dressed in Damon's clothes, which makes her look like a slutty bum. Who is this girl? Where is she from? When did I possess her body? I look like hell.
I run my fingers through my hair, attempting to make myself look at least a little less like a hobo. I pull both Damon's shirt and his boxers off before looking in the mirror again. At least my muscular, tan frame looks the same.
Damon's POV
As she walked into the bathroom I watched her legs as with each step her legs looking better. I sigh in relief that I was able to do that without going all psycho vamp on her. "I need a drink." I mutter, pinching my nose bridge in stress. I get up and walk over to the kitchen to check to see what kind of alcohol Katherine left for us. I look inside of every cabinet and find nothing, not even a can of cheap beer. Emma was right. Kat is trying to torture us! I settle for a glass of ginger ale. At least I can pretend it's some kind of alcoholic beverage. On my way back over to the couch something stops me and I my body get…excited.
Emma has accidentally left the door open just enough that I can see her standing there in her underwear. I suck in a massive amount of air as I try to keep walking, without any luck. My eyes are glued to her petite frame. It's the most beautiful body I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of hot bodies. I know that I should look away but, my strength has been deteriorated. That perfect body has me entranced. I feel my heart pound harder and harder as Emma's dainty fingers slid onto the lacey band of her panties. She slowly pulls them down and I gasp. Next her hands crawl up to the back of her bra. After she gets it un-clipped that is thrown to the side and I think I may just faint. She is fully naked in front of my eyes for the first time. She then steps out of my line of view and I hear the shower turn on.
I turn around, stride over to the bed, and flop down on it taking a huge sip of my soda. Guilt begins to wash over me. I watched her un-clothed body without her permission. How could I do that? I let my normal habits get in the way of what I'm trying to do here. I've been working my ass off to prove to Emma that I'm much more than just some type of psychopathic vampire. I still have a nugget of humanity left in me and whenever I'm around her I feel it fighting its way forward. I need her in my life to break free and take over me again. Yet, here I am taking advantage of her. I'm giving into my desire to be the man I'm too used to being. I can't be him anymore.
POV of Emma
I step out of the shower, onto the fuzzy shower matt, the fibers caressing my foot. I quickly snatch up the nearest white towel and dry myself off the best I can. I throw back on my (meaning Damon's) clothes and notice that my hair isn't completely dry yet, for drops of water are staining my (meaning Damon's) shirt. I throw the towel back over my head and rub it around, trying to get it to soak the water up. I glance up for only a second. I dart them back up after diverting them again for only a second. The door is open a few inches, just enough that I can see Damon's figure sitting on the bed. He's staring down into an empty glass. He looks so…vulnerable sitting there.
Never have I though Damon looked vulnerable and here he is, looking like at any second someone is going to take a blow at him. He looks full of sadness, like he's upset. Like he hates himself. It's a Damon that no one is supposed to see. It's the Damon that feels. The Damon that is repentant. The Damon with a heart. The Damon that is scared.
It's Damon's humanity.
I don't waver my gaze when his lifts his head to meet my eyes. The sadness overflows and then do I notice that his eyes are watery. My body is frozen as I observe him, feeling bad that I'm watching him like this. That's the final straw for him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
With trembling hands and weak knees I drop the towel and step out of the room. So many emotions rush to the surface as I took one step after another towards him. At first Damon's face looks like someone who is about to be reprimanded, then he looks confused. I step right in front of him, our knees touching and shake my head. "Go back to that first expression." I say without one ounce of joking in my voice. "The sad one."
"Why?" Damon asks in a emotionless tone, like part of him isn't here anymore. I don't respond until the look is back. He sighs mournfully before looking back down at his glass again.
"Because…" I whisper taking Damon's face in my hands. I turn it back up to face me and I embed my eyes deep into his. "It makes you human and I love you Damon." I close the space between Damon and I by softly plant a lingering kiss on his lips. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me back with all of the passion and love in him.
"I love you too." I hear him mumble against my lips and I know right away it's true. Our lips move together in a perfect tempo, a perfect rhythm, like we have become one being. I push him back so he's laying down on the bed with me on top.
He heats things up quickly, weaving his fingers through my hair and tugging at it roughly. I moan involuntarily from it, my hands running over his chest longingly. Damon produces a sexy growl in the back of his throat, his hand finding its way onto my thigh and clawing at it like a swimmer trying to catch his breath. I kiss down his jawline and work my way down his neck. As I kiss him, I work the buttons off of his black button up, revealing perfect washboard abs. I sigh is pleasure before leaning down to his shoulder and biting into it, hard enough he bleeds. He moans a long seduced moan as I watch my bloody bite mark heal itself over like magic. Damon grips onto my shoulders and throws me onto the bottom, deciding it's his turn to take control. I smile up at him as he rips his shirt off and throws it off to the side.
"Are you sure about this Emma? You don't have to…" He pauses boring his iris' into mine, searching for truth.
"No, I want to." I gasp, out of breath as his fingertips linger at the hem of my shirt. I don't think Damon has ever asked any girl if she wanted to ever. He probably just assumed he was fine. If it wasn't, he could just compel the girl to want to. Not me, I'm protected by vervain. He knows that this real. "This is something that I never want to give to anyone but you."
Damon's smile is one of a love struck teenage boy. He leans down and kisses my forehead before pulling the shirt off of me. He kisses up my neck, slow and gentle.
"Don't be scared." Damon whispers into my ear, his lips running over my lope intimately. "You're safe with me Emma. I'll be as gentle as I can be." At the sound of those words of assurance and grasp at his locks of dark hair as he works off his own boxers.
I've never felt so loved in my life.