Hey everyone! I know I said I didn't know how long it would be until I updated because I was studying for finals but… I caved. Find the measure of the two secants or write Vampire Diaries? It really wasn't a hard choice. So here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy(: Review so possibly failing my finals is worth it(:
Elena takes a deep breath before gently rapping on the Salvatore Mansion's door. She hugs herself, trying to protect her thinly clothed chest. In a rush to come, she had forgotten to get her jacket off of Caroline's bed. She wishes Damon would stop being a jerk and let her in. She's freezing.
Clearly taking his sweet merry time, a another minute passes before she bangs on the door irritably.
Finally, she hears the lock on the inside of the door before it opens.
She pushes pass Damon, irritably saying, "Take you long enough?"
"Hello, Elena," Damon says, sarcastically. "Nice to see you too. I'm fine, thank you for asking."
"Why'd you take so long?" Elena asks, welcoming the warm rush of air on her cold body. "I was freezing to death out there."
Damon gives her a once over. "Why didn't you wear a jacket?"
Elena stands up straighter. "I left it at Caroline's."
"Why?"
"Because I was in a rush," she says.
Damon smiles his famous sarcastic, cocky, irritating smile. "To see me?"
"Sort of," she says, looking around at the magnificent house as if she had never before. Its been about month since she had been here. She hadn't wanted to see the house after the last time she was here. "So why did it take you so long?"
His smile falters for just a half of a second before its back up again, just a little too wide. "I was on the phone."
Elena raises an eyebrow. "With who?" she asks, curiously. Who does Damon talk to?
"A friend," he says, casually.
Curiosity turns into suspicion. "Damon, you don't have friends."
Damon rolls his blue eyes at her. "Fine, Miss Nosy, if you must know, I was on the phone with Alaric."
"Why?" Elena asks, angry at how she feels disappointed. Like for just a second she thought it might be Stefan. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Damon raises an eyebrow at Elena's sudden mood. "We were discussing him getting some more of those handy little vervain bombs."
Elena's stomach twists in fear. "Why do you need those?" she asks, voice rising an octave.
He raises his hands in front of him. "Calm down," he says. "Its just a precaution."
"What's going on Damon?" she asks, wondering if he's lying to her.
"Nothing," he says, that easy, sarcastic mood vanishing. "That's the problem. Nothing is happening."
"So you think that too," she says, quietly.
"And apparently so have you," he says, raising an eyebrow.
Elena shrugs. "I just thought I was being paranoid."
He shrugs, brushing his moment of worry off.
"I just want to be prepared," Damon says, referring back to the call with Alaric. "That's all."
Elena doesn't buy it. Just that one moment of worry proves to her that there is something to be worried.
Damon sighs, realizing that Elena clearly doesn't buy it and won't give up until she's satisfied with his answer. "Like I said before, I think its just weird that nothing has happened in the last year."
Elena desperately wants to believe that nothing is happening because there is nothing happening but she gave up happily ever after and fairy tales a long time ago. "But maybe nothing has happened because Elijah doesn't know where Klaus is."
Damon's face shows blatantly he doesn't believe that easy option. "Elena," he says, slowly.
"Damon this is my life," she says. "My friend's and family's lives. If you know something, tell me."
Elena watches him chew it over. Finally, he says, "I'm not worried that Elijah hasn't contacted us yet. It doesn't surprise me. Klaus is very old so naturally he isn't going to be easy to find."
"Then what are you worried about?" she asks, new fear settling in the pit of her stomach. If Damon isn't worried about Elijah, Elijah, who could he possibly be worried about?
"Elena, this is Mystic Falls," he says, as if that explains everything. "It's not normal for it to be normal here. Not a single supernatural anything has happened here in the last year."
She knows exactly where he's going. "Damon, what do you think happened a year ago?"
"I think someone cast some kind of protection spell over Mystic Falls," he says. "As if to say 'Do not enter.'"
"Could Elijah...?" Elijah is powerful. She knows that. But is he that powerful?
Uncertainty fills his face. "I can't know for sure, but it sounds unlikely. I think someone with... magic would be the more realistic answer."
Elena's eyes widen as she realizes what Damon is saying. "A witch," she breathes.
"There's only three known witches in Mystic Falls," Damon says.
"And Bonnie doesn't have that kind of power," Elena says. "So it would have to be Luca and his father."
"So here's the question, is Luca and his father in league with Elijah, or are there unknown witches in Mystic Falls?"
Elena woke up this morning just like any other morning. She wasn't worried about witches and lies and babies. She wasn't worried that her best friend's boyfriend might be lying about everything. She didn't wake up this morning scared of the future and pregnant. Well, technically she did but she didn't know about.
She knows that if she doesn't spill the beans soon, she won't later. Now or never Elena, now or never. "Damon," Elena says hesitantly. "The reason I came here..."
"Right," Damon says, that smile she hates tugging at his full lips. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
It baffles Elena how he can go from serious and worried, to a complete asshole in a split second. They were just talking about how her best friend's boyfriend may be a liar, or that a witch has gone undetected for the last year. Irritated, she says, "Not pleasure."
Damon tilts his head to the side, a polite smile on his face. She knows Damon well enough to know that the smile is more mocking than polite.
"Then to what do I owe this visit? You haven't been here once since-"He cuts off immediately and looks down. Elena sees a flash of guilt in his eyes and the anger she had just felt towards him evaporates. Elena knows that Damon really is a good person, even if he does his best to prove he isn't. She knows Damon is not the monster people believe him to be. That's why she's here right now, about to tell him what she had found out.
"I'm about to tell you something that sounds... crazy but can you just keep an open mind?" she asks, voice shaking. "Please?"
She isn't sure if it was the please or the audible shaking in her voice, but he reframes from any smart ass remark and his face is almost waits for any sign of nods.
"I'm pregnant," she says, feeling so nervous and scared she could easily pass out. Why is she so damn nervous about Damon? Because he's the only one you can trust to help, a voice in her mind eyes widen.
He stares at her in shock for a moment before his face flashes with anger and then is quickly shaped into that mocking, sarcastic expression that she was so afraid to see."You got over my baby brother rather quickly didn't you?" he asks, judgment in his tone. He walks to the table with the assortment of alcohol and pours himself a glass scotch.
Maybe it's because she's scared, or because her world is falling apart, or that the one person she thought could help her is looking as if she's just some stupid, promiscuous girl, that her eyes start to water and she suddenly wants more than anything to go home, fall into her bed and cry like a baby.
She hugs herself, tightly, as if that'll keep her together until she is by herself. "I haven't had sex with anyone since Stefan," she says, desperately trying to hold in what she knows is scoffs.
"Vampires can't procreate, Elena," he says, condescendingly.
"Well apparently they can," she snaps. Good job, get angry so you won't cry. But damn it the way he's looking at her makes her want to burst out in tears. Why the hell did she come here? She should have known this was a bad idea. Damon doesn't care.
"You know what? Forget I ever came," she says. "I thought that I could come to you, but I know better now. I'll figure it out on my own."
She turns on her heels and heads towards the door. Safely hidden from Damon, tears begin to stream down her face in torrents.
He's in front of her suddenly, having used his supernatural speed. She should have known.
She looks down at the floor, embarrassed.
"Elena," he says, in the tone she's only heard a few times. It's a mixture of softest and emotion that she had only heard in his voice while talking to her.
She refuses to look up an meet his penetrating blue gaze.
Ever so softly, he touches her cheek where a tear is rolling down. When she doesn't jerk away, he lifts her chin up gently with his finger. His touch is gentle but she knows how much of his strength he's using. She has no choice but to look at blue eyes that are filled with more emotion than she's ever seen in them. Softness, worry, kindness, protectiveness. She allows herself to take comfort in them.
"Why did you come here today Elena?" His words can be taken as rude, but the softness of his tone gives them another meaning.
"Because I didn't know where else to go," she says, honestly. Jenna? No. Jenna doesn't know about anything supernatural. She couldn't help her. Jeremy? What would he do? Alaric? Maybe, but he still couldn't help her that much. That left her with Damon.
"Why did you come here?" he repeats, not accepting her first answer.
"Because I don't think anyone else can help me," she says, not sure exactly what he wants from her.
He simply shakes his head, rejecting her answer.
"Because I trust you to help me more than I do anyone else," she tries. The second the words escape her lips she knows that's the answer he wanted, he needed.
He looks pleased enough with her answer. "You trust me?" he asks.
Feeling as if she's on an emotional rollercoaster, she nods.
His eyes soften and surprising both of them, he places a hand behind her veil of chocolate brown hair and pulls her into him, hugging her. She's stiff at first, but then she rests against him. She begins to cry and he simply smoothes her hair and whispers nonsense into her ear.
Standing there, with his arms wrapped around her, its the safest she's felt in a long time.
So that's it for this update. Hope you enjoyed. If you noticed any mistakes or a sentence that just didn't make sense, I apologize. I typed this up in three different places and when I uploaded it, everything was extremely jacked up. I think I fixed it all but if I didn't, I apologize.