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"Elena, please let me explain. I never meant to hurt you!" He ran after her and grabbed her wrists but she slapped him across the face with all her strength. If this was what it felt like to feel a stab of pain, he sure as hell was feeling it for the first time. And to be honest, it fucking sucked!
"Don't touch me!" She screamed causing Damon to flinch but in an instant, she was in Damon's arms again. The monster had her captured in his warm and gentle embrace. He wrapped his arms around her middle, hoping to calm her as she broke down, crying. It was all he knew, he didn't know how else to coo her-to soothe her.
"Why did you do this to me?" She said between sobs. "I don't deserve this. This is a mistake, this was all a mistake. I hate you and I don't want to see you!" She shoved him away from her and ran up the stairs.
Damon heard the door slam shut and it was then that he realized that he lost her. There was no question to it. She hated him. He shivered at the words she spoke merely a few seconds ago. Why did he have to go and screw things up again after things were slowly progressing? Why?
"Thank you for coming, ladies and gentlemen," Sheriff Forbes raised from her seat when the mayor entered the room, and she shook his hands before instructing him to sit down.
"Two animal attacks in one week," She cleared her throat and eyed every member, searching their faces for different reactions. "The victims were drained of blood and the bodies were left there next to the river, in both cases. The victims' necks were mauled and there were no signs of struggle..." The sheriff didn't get to say anything else before she was loaded down with a million questions all at once.
"Do you think it's a vampire attack, Liz?" The mayor asked. "Vampires usually cover their tracks."
"Is it a werewolf?" A man called out.
"Vampires are back in Mystic Falls?" Another man piped up.
"It could be anybody!" A woman shrieked.
Liz ignored all comments and focused on the mayor's question. "Yes, but rippers don't," she answered simply as the babbling between the council members began.
"What are rippers?" She heard one of them whispering.
"Rippers are vampires that are so high on human blood that they don't even care about covering their tracks or trying to be…civil. They seem to want to be found, they're that obvious. They don't care about anything or anyone. This is a picture of one of the most dangerous rippers in the 1950s." She handed them a black and white photo taken back in the early 1900s.
"Stefan Salvatore?" A strawberry blonde asked. "He used to live here in Mystic Falls with his uncle Zach. I've never suspected anything."
"Neither did I, until I saw the footage of their uncle's death." Sherriff Forbes admitted. "Then, I did some research and I found this picture, taken in the early 1900s."
"Their uncle died by a heart attack, though."
"In the footage, Stefan was there, looking the same. He hasn't aged a day. I knew the Salvatores, if I am right, then Stefan also has a brother, Damon. He's been to Mystic Falls and resided in the boarding house for a few times, but nothing more. This," She said referring to the photo. "Is proof he is a vampire. This photo was taken over a hundred years ago and there's no way a relative can look this identical to their ancestors. When you think of it, he kept quiet; unnoticed. That's what we should have been looking for. But…" She took a deep breath before proceeding. "That is not the reason we're all here tonight. That's another argument for another time. That's another discussion for another time." The sheriff explained. "However, the main reason I brought you here tonight is because of Elena Gilbert's case."
"Elena Gilbert's disappearance?" The strawberry blonde asked again. "That's not council work, though."
"According to these tracks, it is," She held the pictures taken at the beach where Elena was last seen so that everybody could see them. "The tracks start here however they end right here." She pointed to specific destinations. "It can't be a human thing, because obviously, no human can fly. There are no tracks of either Elena Gilbert's shoes or the captor's after the end of the last track. However, she couldn't just vanish in the thin air."
"It still doesn't make it a vampire problem though, Miss Forbes," Mayor Lockwood said again.
"Yes, but it makes it another supernatural occurrence. Therefore, I believe it is the Council's duty to investigate this case. And I think we owe it to Grayson to look into this. He helped this council out so much." Liz stated, knowing that with this bit of sympathetic information, she had the council's attention.
Damon entered her bedroom slowly. He was worried that he'd scare her if he advanced on her too fast, so instead he leaned against her door and spoke gently. "Elena, you have to let me explain."
"I don't want to hear it," She snapped at him, her eyes red from tears and fury. "I should have known better. I shouldn't have thought any differently."
At that, she heard a low growl coming from his lips. He blurred next to her and pulled the covers off her, before grabbing her arm and forcing her to sit down. The gloves were off now, he was done hearing her insults. "When I say you are to listen, I mean it," Damon spat, but it only disgusted her even more because she turned her face away from him.
Roughly, he grasped her chin and made her look at him. "Stop acting like a child right now, Elena. I honestly don't mean to snap at you but you make it so hard that I can't help it. I'm like a can under pressure, you can only push and taunt me so far. I'm trying to talk normally to you, I want you to here me out." His voice was stern, no friendliness left whatsoever.
She stopped at the firmness of his voice and shot him death glares.
"It wasn't my plan to…sleep with you either. Hell, I wasn't even supposed to keep you." He instantly regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He knew she'd take it the wrong way. Of course she did.
"Keep me?" She scoffed, "I am not your fucking slave, Damon. You do not own me, no matter how much you think you do."
"Thought I did," Damon corrected her, trying to keep himself calm. "But not anymore. You're not an object, you can't be owned. You know I care about you."
"You care about me?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "You just wanted my body. You just wanted it because I looked like her. Congratulations, Damon, you got your wish. Thankfully, you got to my body before you got to my heart." It hurt her to say it as much as it hurt him to hear it. Although he didn't know this, but it was a lie. She had already lost her heart to him, it was too late. But she'd be damned if she'd let him know that...
She tried to get away from him, but he didn't let her. "I know it's hard to understand, Elena, but I don't see Katherine in you. Not anymore. What we shared last night was real, Elena. It was selfish of me to sleep with you before telling you about her but I can damn guarantee you that it was real." His grip was firm on both sides of her shoulders. "I know this is hard for you to understand and your mind is screaming at you to run and ignore me but I'm telling you to fight that. I need you to listen to me. Because I care about you too much to loose you, Elena. You are Elena to me. Not Katherine. You are everything she isn't. You are all the amazing things she was not."
He held her gaze before he leaned forward to play with a stray piece of hair. "You're so different. Physically not so much, maybe, though your hair is lighter," Damon noted, twirling the soft curls. "But from the inside you are the complete opposite. You care about people; you see the good in everybody, even me. I know not right now but you did. I'm sure of it. And that's what I'm fighting for, Elena. Please understand this!" He cried, not knowing how else to express himself.
"I don't understand, Damon," Elena said, holding back tears. "Do you care about Elena at all? Is there a place for me in your life? Will you just turn your back on me someday and start seeing me as the substitute?"
"Elena, I care about you. I just explained to you how much you truly mean to me." Damon said desperately. "It's hard for you to understand but I do. I care about you so much, and I don't want anyone to hurt you. I want to protect you from myself too, though. You don't understand what you can do tome." He grabbed her hand softly and continued, "When we're arguing, your heart beats faster and your cheeks just turn red. You have the habit of constantly twirling your hair nervously when you talk to me. These things drive me crazy. You have no idea what these things do to a vampire, but most importantly, you have no idea of what these things do to a man." He inhaled deeply even though his body had no desire for the oxygen but it was his coping method. "You make the man in me come through, Elena. Nobody else has. You are special. You are perfection." The last words were merely a whisper but he seen her features change. He seen her body relax and he could practically read her body; she had accepted his words. She had forgiven him, he was sure of it.
He half consciously started to trace her facial features with his cool fingers. She shivered as he drew round circles on her cheek and then pulled at her lower lip gently. He closed the distance between them, and waited for her approval before kissing her slowly, passionately. She fought the urge to tell him to stop. She wanted to, because she didn't want to be won back so easily but she already knew there was no point in fighting. She couldn't, because his kiss confused her and made her a prisoner. He could claim her with just a little kiss, he could make her feel things she never felt before with one simple touch. It was strange, but he did make her feel alive. And quite frankly, she loved it. She loved the way he body ignited to his touch, the way flames sparked throughout her body from his voice. Her body responded to his in all the perfect ways.
She didn't even realize that he had her pinned underneath him until she felt his strong arms holding her wrists tight above her head. His grip was gentle but firm, and she knew that she'd still find bruises in the morning. But none of that mattered, as long as he was with her.
God, he had her all messed up.
So when he kissed every inch of her body, Elena didn't protest. She had been defeated. She had forgiven him. She knew he was telling the truth. Hell, why would he lie about his feelings? And he had always been the kind of person to tell the truth. She could see why he had hesitated to tell her about her significance to Katherine and she accepted it, knowing full well she could not lose this amazing man, yes man; because of a simple mistake.
She screamed her approval when he undressed her and the playful kisses turned more firm; eager. He made her feel things she never thought she'd feel with a vampire, a supposedly soulless monster.
"You owe me," Klaus said in a controlled voice. "I need your help, witch. You better pay up."
"Niklaus, I'm trying to get my life back, I haven't touched magic for so long, please…" The woman begged.
"Gloria," Klaus said firmly, "You will help me. If you don't, I'll kill your daughter. It's your choice."
"Don't even dare mention my daughter…" She warned.
"I have my… colleagues on your porch, Gloria. Don't let me wake a little girl up, they need their rest." Klaus answered so casually. He didn't have a heart, that much was certain.
"I'll help you," Gloria said with tears in her eyes. "Send your friends away from my house."
"Yes, after you pay up," Klaus barked, "Now stop trying to be difficult. I need to perform a spell, and it involves going out of my body. I know you performed these spells before, and I want you to do the same now."
"You want to switch bodies?" Gloria asked, puzzled.
"Yes." Klaus replied.
"You'll need something of the other person," Gloria explained. "Bring me something of theirs and I can perform your spell."
"I'll have the items by tomorrow night." He agreed, nodding his head and smiling evilly.
"Did you try using your powers again?" Elena's head rested on Damon's chest and he stroked her bare arm slowly.
"I tried telekinesis," Elena admitted, "Didn't get farther than opening the door. I used to be better at this." She sighed, snuggling into the crook of Damon's neck.
"What about telepathy?" He asked.
"Nothing. I'm blank." She muttered into his neck. That had also upset her. For as long as she could remember after the accident, she had no problem with telekinesis or telepathy.
"Elena, maybe it isn't such a bad thing that you're power-less," Damon explained, "With powers comes responsibility."
"I know," She sighed. "I just…I feel bare."
"Understand," Damon nodded, kissing her neck before giving her a gentle nip. "Just know that I'll help you through everything. I hope you won't see yourself as prisoner."
She sighed. "I can't say it's easy, but let me tell you this: I'll try if you try, okay?"
"Okay, princess. Of course." He smiled and kissed her hair. He could honestly say for once, he was happy.
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