A/N: Firstly I would like to thank my lovely reviewers – your reviews definitely help and encourage my writing! Secondly, just to explain one thing – in this story I am playing with Elena as created by L.J. Smith, not only look wise, but also with her character – I sometimes find the TV Elena to be slightly more passive in comparison to how she reacts in the book, therefore I mixed the personal attributes a bit. Everything else is just as in the TV series. Don't say I didn't warn you! Anyway here's the next chapter, I hope you'll like it! Oh, and as always, me not own, please don't sue :)
CHAPTER 2 – The Confrontation
Damon Salvatore was sitting in the living room of the boarding house, shuffling through pages of a book, sipping on the blood and cursing his undead existence. Not only was he dying out of boredom, but the supplies of his precious scotch have run out and now he had to wait a few days until the order he had placed earlier that week arrived. To make it even better, he also finished drinking everything alcoholic he could find inside the Salvatore household, including the 96% disinfecting alcohol. He frowned. How appropriate for him to read a book on the prohibition period. He let out a growl. He definitely could do with a speakeasy. Or with a distraction.
It must have been telepathy, he thought as he heard the doorbell ring. He slowly walked to the door, pondering who might be seeking his charming company in the gloomy boarding house on such a lovely summer day. Here comes my distraction, he thought, as he opened the door. And there she was, standing on his doorstep in all her glory – long platinum blond hair falling on a pink top with lovely décolletage, slender legs that seemed to go forever in skinny white jeans, high heels accentuating her delicious derrière… but quite a stern look in her beautiful deep blue lapis lazuli eyes.
"Hello Elena," he drawled, "what can I do for you?" he asked as he opened the door for her to enter.
"Hello Damon," she said while walking to the centre of the living room, where she waited for him to close the door and join her. "Is Stefan here by any chance?" she asked. He looked at her questioningly, as if she hadn't already known the answer, before he replied:
"No, he's still having his share of fun with Katherine… I guess I don't have to go into juicy details." She shook her head.
"Great, that's what I was hoping for," she said. He came closer to her.
"Oh really? And why would that be?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"Because of this," she said as she slapped him across right side of his face with a back of her hand, "and this," she explained as she slapped him with her palm, which this time landed on his left cheek. He looked at her in shock; he thought they were already past this stage of their relationship.
"What was that for?" he asked, but he didn't try to pretend her slaps caused him pain apart from shock. Her eyes were blazing.
"The first one was for abusing the vulnerable state I was in. The second one was for treating me as one of your toys, even though I thought we were friends," she said with a surprisingly calm voice, given the circumstances. Damon looked at her, replaying the event she hinted in his mind.
He came to check up on her and his original intention was just to make sure she was alright. With Katherine around one couldn't really predict when she would decide to dig her claws into Elena, the girl who stole both Salvatore brothers from her. Never mind Elena was only aware of stealing Stefan, who was now with Katherine, falling under her spell and a bit of compulsion once again. So it was upon Damon to ensure Elena's safety, as Saint Stefan didn't bother and that was why he was sitting on the tree next to her window that night.
But after he saw her lying on the bed asleep, looking like an angel, he simply couldn't help himself. He fantasised about Elena Gilbert many times, not only because she was so attractive, but also because deep down under that canny exterior was a big heart open for everyone she cared about. She was the only friend he had, he cared for her and definitely not in a merely innocent way. Probably that was the reason he got lost in one of his fantasies and only moments later, when he noticed her tossing and turning in her bed and saw that she wasn't wearing her vervain necklace, he realized what he had done. A normal person would immediately stop, but well… since Damon was neither normal person, nor even a living one, he decided to enjoy the show. He could definitely see he was disturbing her sleep as he made his way into her head – her heart was beating faster, her breathing was quicker and shallower and he could smell her arousal. It was amusing to watch her with that small frown on her sleeping face, which absolutely didn't correspond with the rest of her reactions…
"Are you going to say anything?" was what pulled him out of his re-living of the previous night. Tough question. Does he want to confess his weakness or would he play the wicked, evil Damon? He decided to go with the second option.
"Come on, Elena, I only wanted you to enjoy yourself. After all, I must make up for the dreadful negligence with which my dear brother is treating you these days," he said, emphasizing the word enjoy with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"And I guess that translated from the Damon language means raping me!" she said angrily. He looked at her, surprised.
"Raping? Elena I didn't lay a finger on you!"
"You raped my mind, which to me is just the same."
"Oh come on, how is that possible?" he asked her. She crossed her arms and made a step back, probably in an attempt to keep her temper down.
"Damon, when one of the participants is an unwilling one, it is a rape."
"Unwilling? Elena you wound me, I thought you liked it," he smirked.
"Who put such a preposterous idea into your head?" she asked coldly and if looks could kill, Damon Salvatore would be dead. Given, of course, he wasn't a vampire, which he was.
"Oh come on, I'm vampire, remember? I can hear your heartbeat and other things, and I can smell," he said, emphasizing the last word.
"That was a natural physical reaction to what you made me feel. It wasn't my choice," she said and when she noticed the brief look of shock on his face, she pressed: "Tell me Damon, was I screaming your name? Have I been begging for more, telling you how much I want you?" She had him. Smart girl, he had to give her credit, she must have remembered everything quite vividly, so there wasn't any point in lying.
"Well, not with your words, but" he started, but she interrupted him.
"Well then I clearly wasn't enjoying myself as much as you thought, Damon. On that note: don't you ever dare to do it again, or I'll come with a stake next time," she said and started to walk towards the door, thinking the conversation was over. However, Damon rushed towards her using his vampiric speed and blocked her way.
"Tell me Elena," he started, looking serious, "do you really want me to believe that my pathetic brother makes you feel so much better?" he asked her. Her eyes widened, as she spat:
"Your brother never touched me in this way. Just because you presume he did doesn't even slightly justify what you did. I am not one of your toys to be used at your leisure. And I am very sorry I thought otherwise." She blinked a few times and then she turned on her heel and left the boarding house, slamming the door behind her.
Damon stood there long after she was gone. One thing was certain – Elena Gilbert never ceased to amaze him.