Chapter 18: Judas
"When he comes to me I am ready
I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain
Even after three times he betrays me." –Lady Gaga
The silence inside of the Salvatore Boarding House seemed almost so loud that it was deafening, as Elena moved slowly down the long main hallway that led from the front entryway into the darkness of the home that she had once loved and now had only grown to fear. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since she had received the call that had eventually led her into that hallway where she now stood, and two weeks since the night when Damon had given her a reason to hope that the call would even ever come at all.
When Elena had heard her cell phone ringing late the night before, she had originally thought it had been Caroline calling to tell her about her latest tryst with Tyler. However, when she had looked down at her caller ID and saw the blocked number on her screen, her heart had nearly stopped in her chest from excitement of possibly hearing the velvet voice that haunted her every obsessive thought. When Elena had finally answered the phone, however, it hadn't been the velvet voice she had hoped for on the other end of the line, but instead the smooth fluid voice of the man that she had loved only a year before and now some days feared even more than Klaus.
Stefan's call had been short and incredibly simple with little emotion found in his stern tone. He had called Elena to tell her that he and his brother were back in town and that they wanted her to come to the Boarding House and have dinner with them that next night. His dinner invitation had in no way been formed as a question and he left absolutely no room in their conversation for Elena's refusal. He had told her that he wanted to see her after the year that they had spent apart and that he would gladly answer any questions that she might have for him as long as she agreed to his one small stipulation; she was to come alone and tell no one else where she had gone. Stefan had laughed when he had originally heard Elena's gasp of fear coming from the other end of the phone, but then quickly assured her that he would in no way hurt her if she simply agreed to his terms. He claimed that his reasoning for wanting her to come alone and not give the knowledge of her whereabouts to others was simply because he did not want any interruptions or conflicts during their meeting. He claimed that what they needed to speak about was a private matter and that there was just simply no room in their much needed discussion for the judging eyes of Bonnie or the mindless banter of Caroline. There had been a small silence on the line after he had assured her of her safety, but by the end of the call both Elena and Stefan knew that she would be at their house the next night regardless of her fears concerning her well-being. As much as Elena hated to admit it, she would have walked into that house that night even if it had been on fire. Stefan had not asked her to come, he had told her to come and she had agreed because of one key reason that they both were very well aware of. Stefan had something that she wanted and something that she valued more than even her own safety. Stefan had Damon. He was using Elena's newfound weakness to get her alone and lead her into that dark empty house of fire.
As Elena played over her conversation with Stefan in her head, she continued to make her way through the darkened empty bottom floor of the Boarding House looking for any signs of life or death for that matter. She glanced inside the parlor as she continued to move and found nothing but the warm orange glow of the fireplace reflecting off of the eggshell colored walls and a few empty crystal tumblers placed strategically by two of the vacant leather arm chairs. She then passed by the living room that seemed to have remained untouched since the cool night that she had left the year before and it occurred to her in that moment that not only had Salvatore brothers not been back for very long at all, but that they possibly did not intend on staying for that long either.
Finally, Elena reached the end of the hallway that opened up into the spacious ivory kitchen which now only served as a reminder of the night just a year before when all of their lives had been turned upside down and destroyed right in front of them. Elena looked toward the edge of the kitchen counter where she remembered standing that night, hiding her hand behind her, as Damon ordered his brother out of the room to get some air. She remembered the look in Stefan's eyes as he looked down at her crimson blood pooling on the cool ivory tiled floor and how he seemed to look both sickened with himself and completely aroused all at the same time. She remembered how Damon had stepped in front of her and protected her from the uncontrolled eyes of his brother just before he carefully bandaged her hand and promised that he would always be there for her whenever she was afraid. Deep down Elena knew that Damon had his reasons for leaving, but the fact that he had been unable to keep that promise to her still stung her heart even to this day.
After a few moments, Elena made her way further into the large kitchen and moved closer to the bay window that opened into the beautiful view of the back grounds to the Boarding House. She moved closer to the window and looked out into the darkness to see if she could find any signs of either brother, but only emptiness now seemed to fill the wooded yard before her. Elena stared out of the back window lost in her thoughts as she mindlessly reached her hand toward the side of the sink to find the light switch in hopes it would at least give her the edge of sight amongst what was soon beginning to feel like a haunted house. Her fingers fumbled around the wall beside her until her hand finally found the plastic covered light switch, but just as she moved to flip the switch, she felt a cool hand slide gently over hers.
Elena jumped at the unexpected contact and gasped loudly as a hard body collided quickly with her back and drew her painfully close to them. She tried to scream but just before her yells escaped her excruciatingly dry throat, another hand came down tightly over her lips and stopped her sound of terror before it hit the cool night air. Elena felt her heart begin to pound in her chest as fear washed over her entire being and suddenly found it incredibly difficult to breathe against the tight grip of which the person behind her now held her body. She tried to move, but the hard body that stood behind her pressed her tightly against the sink and caged their arms around her so that she was unable to move of her own free will. She looked down and saw the hand that held hers just over the light switch slowly move her arm back toward her and eventually wrap it around her shaking body. Elena swallowed as she took in a ragged breath and tried to steady herself against her captor, but the second she inhaled she suddenly realized exactly who was standing against her.
"Shh…." The velvet voice purred from behind her. Elena swallowed and tried to speak, but the strong hand over her mouth still prevented her from making a sound.
"No talking." Damon's voice whispered so low that Elena could barely hear it. Elena nodded as she felt his tight grip on her mouth loosen slightly and then slide from her lips down to her chin and slowly turn her face to the side. Elena's heart began to drum harder in her chest as she finally found herself staring into the beautiful icy blue pools that she had seen every time she closed her eyes for the past year. Damon tilted his head toward her and a grin twisted onto his perfect lips as his eyes roamed over her body in the same way they had nearly two years before on the day that she had first come to the Boarding House looking for his brother. Elena smiled as she reached out her hand and touched her fingers gently to his soft full lips. Damon closed his eyes for a moment and kissed her fingers gently before he took her hand in his and intertwined their fingers together and lowered them back to her now shaking body.
Damon moved his head back slowly and out of Elena's grasp as his hands slowly moved from hers and to the soft curves of her waist. Slowly, he ran his hands up the front of her body, over her breasts and then over the smooth delicate skin of her throat. His pressure on her skin was firm, but passionate and as he touched her he molded his body even tighter against hers so that there was no part of them that was not connected. Elena felt her breathing immediately become strained as she closed her eyes and took in the full sensation of Damon's intoxicating touch. She had craved him so desperately over the past year that as his hands moved over her heated body now, it almost felt so pleasurable that it caused her pain.
Slowly, Damon's hands caressed down the softness of Elena's throat and back down the front of her delicate trembling body. He ran his hands slowly over the silky material of her short black cocktail dress and cupped her breasts firmly in his hands as he rubbed his thumbs over her taut pebbled nipples. Elena bit down gently on her bottom lip and tried to keep the moan inside of her that desperately begged for release as she rubbed her body slowly against Damon's. She heard a groan rumble deep inside of Damon's chest as she moved against him and licked her lips as she felt him massage her breasts in his hands as he pulled her harder against his body. Elena took in a ragged breath as she slipped her arms from Damon's reach and slid them down the sides of his legs. She slipped one of her hands in between their bodies and let her fingertips graze the hard bulge that protruded from his tight jeans. Damon groaned as Elena ran her hand over him once again and he slowly began move himself against her round behind as his breathing began to speed up. Need arose in Elena quickly and she desperately wanted to turn around and beg Damon to take her over the edge of the counter before she exploded, but deep down she knew that she couldn't. What they were doing right now was dangerous enough, if they went much further they would chance getting caught and getting caught right now was about the worst possible thing that could happen, well one of them at least.
Just as Elena was getting lost in her thoughts and the overwhelming sensation of Damon's touch, she felt his hands begin to slowly slide down over her ribs and to the soft expanse of her stomach. He slid his hands down further and then softly ran just his fingertips over her clothed heated core and settled his hands just at the tops of her thighs where her dress ended. Elena felt her blood begin to move faster in her veins as Damon's hands lingered painfully close to the place that had ached for his touch for so long that it hurt to remember.
Elena closed her eyes as she felt Damon's fingers begin to trail lines of fire up the soft length of her now quivering thighs and gently push the fabric of her dress up higher and higher with his every intoxicating movement. Damon's fingertips massaged and caressed the bare flesh of Elena's thighs and as he moved over her she felt his every touch only seem to add more fuel to the fire that was quickly consuming her overheated body. Finally, as her dress sat bunched at her hips, Elena felt Damon's fingertips slide over the now dangerously wet material of her silk panties. He groaned deep in his throat as he massaged small circles over the damp material that covered her core and Elena could her him wet his lips behind her as he began to move slightly faster. Elena moaned as sensations began to flood her body in tidal waves that seemed almost to powerful to be possible and as she did, she felt Damon's arm release her waist and snake back up her body to softly slip back over her lips. She ran her tongue over the inside of his hand and moaned once again as the sweet taste of him filled her mouth for the first time since that morning on the stairs.
Slowly, Elena felt Damon's fingers gently move her panties to the side and his cool touch finally come in contact with her overheated core. Damon dropped his head to the crook of Elena's neck and she felt his breathing coming out fast and hard against the delicate skin of her bare shoulder. She closed her eyes as Damon's fingers slowly moved over her hot throbbing clit and ran her tongue over her lips as she slid her hand up to dig her fingers into the flesh of Damon's arm. Elena groaned against Damon's hand as she felt herself growing slicker with need from the sensation of his touch and wished that she could say his name like she desperately wanted to. Damon opened his mouth and let his lips whisper gently over the softness of Elena's neck and watched as goose bumps broke out over her skin as he increased the speed of his motions against her clit. Elena gritted her teeth and pressed her body harder against Damon's as she slid one of her hands up Damon's neck and twisted her fingers into the soft hair that fell just at the nape of his neck. She pulled slightly on his hair as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and curved her body against his so that nothing was hiding her body from his eyes or his touch. Damon groaned quietly once again as he looked down at her body that she had displayed over him so beautifully and in that moment he wished that he could rip her clothes from her body and taste the flesh that he now tormented.
Quickly, Elena felt Damon's touch become more frantic. She turned her head toward his face that was buried in her neck and finally after he raised his head, met his cobalt blue eyes for the second time since his return. He stared at her with so many different emotions flooding his beautiful face that it was hard for her to pick out any of which she truly recognized. Damon kept his eyes locked on Elena's and as he licked his lips one more time she felt him push one of his fingers deep inside of her wet core. Elena whimpered and groaned against his hand as she felt him steady her body so that she wouldn't collapse into the sink in front of her. Damon groaned as he watched her passionate expression and quickly pushed as second finger into her painfully wet core as she nearly fell to pieces around him. Elena whimpered once again and shifted her hips forward as she slowly began to grind against Damon's hand. Damon clenched his jaw together in a tight line as he watched the lustful expression that consumed her face as she moved her body roughly against his. He prayed for control, he prayed for strength, but more than anything he prayed to get just one taste of what he had been craving ever since he had walked out of that door so long ago.
"Mmmm…" Elena moaned from under Damon's hand as he pushed harder inside of her core and slowly massaged his thumb over her small slick bundle of nerves. Damon stared into Elena's dazed chocolate brown pools and watched as desire consumed the beautiful eyes that had entrapped him since the moment he first saw her. He pushed deeper inside of her and quickly hooked his fingers so that he was pressing hard against her G-Spot. He stopped moving for a second and then finally locked his eyes with hers. Elena's eyes seemed to plead with him and even though he couldn't read her mind, he was pretty damn sure of exactly what it was that she wanted from him in that moment.
With every passing second Damon worked his fingers harder and faster inside of Elena's wet core as he teasingly massaged her swollen clit with the edge of his now trembling thumb. He twisted and thrust himself deeper inside of her until he finally felt her slick wet walls begin to tighten around his fingers as he listened to her moan from under the confines of his hand. Slowly, he began to increase his pace and then finally as he drove deeper inside of her one last time and rubbed her clit painfully fast, he felt her tighten around him to the point of almost pain and then bite down on the inside of his hand that still covered her soft lips.
"Ohhhh….!" Elena screamed beneath Damon's hand as he drove harder inside of her once again and her juices finally began to spill down his torturous fingers. Damon's eyes stayed on Elena's and even though her body was drowning in pleasure she never once closed her eyes. She stared into his icy blue pools and seemed to be screaming emotions to him that no words could possibly ever explain.
Finally, the waves of Elena's orgasm began to slow around her and she felt Damon's grip on her body begin to loosen slightly. He slipped his fingers from her now soaking wet panties and moved slowly away from her body. Elena felt the chill of the night air move between them and slowly tried to steady herself against the sink as she finally turned toward the man that now stood at least five feet away from her.
Elena met Damon's burning cobalt blue eyes, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, she watched as Damon quickly shook his head. He pressed one of his fingers to his lips to hold her in silence and then nodded his head in the direction of the front door. Elena turned toward the doorway questioningly since it still remained as empty as the rest of the house, but kept her silence anyway as she knew Damon's senses were far stronger than hers.
Elena took a step forward, but stopped quickly as she heard footsteps coming from near the front door. Her head quickly snapped back toward the doorway, but still saw nothing but darkness down the long vacant hallway. She quickly turned back toward Damon, but now saw nothing but emptiness where he had stood only moments before. She felt her heart sink into her stomach as she felt the loneliness of the house surround her once again, but quickly tried to shake the feeling as she took a few steps forward closer toward the hallway that had led her to the kitchen where she now stood.
Slowly, Elena made her way back down the long hallway toward the front door where she had heard footsteps just moments before. She took in a long deep breath as she suddenly heard a key turn in the lock and then watched as the doorknob turned and slowly opened toward her now rigid frame. Elena swallowed thickly as a man moved through the doorway covered in the shadows of the night sky. Slowly, the man came into better view and she saw a smile twist onto familiar lips and a pair of piercing green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
"Stefan." Elena said breathlessly as she stared up into the eyes that were now practically burning through her in both coldness and unreadable emotion.
"Hello Elena." He whispered softly as he stared at her. Elena swallowed and began to fidget where she stood. The tone of Stefan's voice made her nervous because she didn't understand it. It was soft and yet it dripped with a danger that she hadn't been prepared to battle on a night where she felt so incredibly weak.
"Umm…hi, sorry, am I early or something?" She asked as she looked around the darkened house. Stefan shook his head as she strolled closer to her.
"Nope, right on time. Are you ready for dinner, because I know I am starving?" He asked as his smile widened and the light that came in through the front window illuminated his perfect set of ivory teeth. Elena felt her heart begin to speed up in her chest as she slowly backed away from Stefan and back toward the hallway from which she came.
All of a sudden the weight of the evening hit Elena like a ton of bricks. The empty darkened house, the fact she was asked to come alone, the absence of a single piece of food in the entire house, this had been a trap. She had been stupid because she had let her heart lead her into that house and now it was going to lead her straight into the grave that had been waiting for her ever since she had met the Salvatore brothers two years before. Elena stumbled back further and eventually felt her body collide with another that felt both familiar and hard against her skin. Slowly, she turned around and was met with the penetrating stare of the man that had filled her body with ecstasy only a few moments before. She knew in that moment she should have felt safe and protected that she did not have to face Stefan alone, but as she looked up into the icy blue eyes that nearly swallowed her whole, she saw a coldness the confused her mind and caused her to question this night entirely. Elena took in a deep breath and did the only thing that she thought she could do in that moment…she ran.
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