DPOV
"Would you mind if we had lunch at my place?" Elena asked me. "It's just that I need to check my email and stuff."
"Sure, why not. It's always nice to have a change of scenery." I smirked as Elena slid herself into my car, the door only open about 10cm. I opened my door and sat in the driver's seat. I slammed the door behind me, then floored it. It took all of five minutes to get to Elena's.
Elena took out her key and opened the door. I followed her in, feeling a small disturbance in the air around me as I walked through the doorway. I was accustomed to this sensation.
I watched Elena kick her shoes off and pad into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed some sort of ready food. "Help yourself." She chimed, as she put the food into the microwave. I dashed up behind her at vampire speed.
"I think I will..." I murmured into her neck. I heard her breath catch and her pulse quicken. I smiled against her.
"That wasn't what I... uh... meant." She laughed nervously and tried to shove me off.
"It was what I meant." I replied, and heard her gasp as I sank my aching fangs into her neck.
"Damon... stop it... please..." She stuttered. She leaned against me for support as her knees grew weaker with the loss of blood. "Mnnh..." She moaned quietly in reaction. I felt her mind growing weaker, her eyelids drooping. "Damon..."
I knew she'd had enough. I retracted my fangs and sat her down on the chair. PING, went the microwave, signalling that her lunch was done. I brought it to her.
"I'm... not... hungry." She slurred.
"Uh, yes. You are." I said to her, and scooped some of the foul smelling slop on the spoon. "Now, are you gonna eat this yourself, or am I gonna have to feed you myself?" I grinned.
"Not... hungry." She muttered.
"I'll take that as the latter." I smirked mischievously, and pushed the spoon into her mouth. She chewed obediently while I refilled the spoon.
"That looks disgusting, by the way." I stated. "Why on God's earth would anyone want to eat something like this?
Elena grabbed the spoon from my hand. "For your information... I actually like... things like this. Try some." She handed me back the spoon and I stared at her like she was mad.
"Ew! Are you crazy? I'm not eating this!" I exclaimed.
"Yes you are." She replied and forced the spoon into mouth mid protest.
I chewed tentatively.
"It's... chicken noodle." She informed me.
It tasted acceptable but I preferred my diet. I handed her back the spoon, doing my best to look unimpressed, which was easy for me.
"Not patch on blood." I proclaimed, while she finished her soup.
Then she looked sleepily up at me.
"Can I take a nap now?" She asked, a little bit more sober than before.
"Well, that depends. Do you want to go back to school sometime today?" I inquired, lazily. "Because I would much rather stay here and curl up to you..."
"Umm... no." Elena said, and grabbed her bag. "I think we better get back."
"Damn it. I hate school." I stated and guided Elena back to the car. Once in, she crashed, and slept silently as I drove slowly back to hell.
EPOV
"Wake up, honey... School..." A voice drifted through my mind. Someone started shaking me. "Elena... C'mon..."
"Five more minutes..." I grumbled, and heard a familiar sounding laugh. Damon. I realised where I was.
I opened my eyes and saw Damon's shocking blue ones staring into mine. I gasped in surprise, then cleared my throat. Damon's eyes twinkled as he pulled away and got out of the car. I moaned and got out too.
We walked towards our lockers to pack our bags for another four painful hours of extreme boredom.
"Elena!" Came a familiar snarky voice. Caroline eyed Damon seductively. "Who's this, then..." She said.
"Damon Salvatore, not at your service, now or ever. Now if you'll excuse me, Barbie, I'm busy." Damon snarled, clearly annoyed that Caroline was trying to make a pass at him.
"Hmmph! Well, if that's how you want to be, then two can play at that game!" She hissed and stalked off to 'Matty'. Why he'd ever be that slut's boyfriend is a mystery to me.
I shoved my books into my bag, then walked off to Chemistry.
