Sorry it took so long =( I'm going to tie in the "Founder's Day" Episode in the next one and go one from there. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! =) I love you people! LOL
Elena: [fidgets]
Stefan: [broods]
Damon: [smirking]
Me: [stares at Damon longingly]
Elena: So…um…is this one good?
Me: [wipes off drool] um…yeah, I hope.
Stefan: Are you seriously drooling over him?
Me: Yes. [Grins at Damon]
Stefan: [jumps up] He's evil!
Me: [raises eyebrow] and…?
Stefan: Why are you drooling over him?
Me: Because…he's hot.
Damon: [smirks]
Stefan: [rolls eyes] Can we get on with this god-forsaken story now?
Damon: Oh, Stefan, don't be so negative. [Smirks at Elena]
Elena: [blushes]
Me: okay. I hope my readers like it.
Song for Chapter – Stitches by Orgy (LOL) – I think it expresses the way Damon feels in this Chapter. =)
"If it stayed I'd never leave it, if that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things that we used to talk about. I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout. Oh no it's you again… Tying yourself to me. Stitch up my emptiness cause you're the death of me. So precious loving the thrill."
Elena got her clothes and brushed her hair about 20 times. In fear that Stefan might still smell his brother on her, even after the shower, she spritzed on some perfume Stefan had once complimented.
Just go on like nothing happened. It was just a one two time thing. That's it. We just…gave each other what we both needed at the time. We can forget all about it now.
But there was still a part of her that didn't want to forget.
Yes you do! Elena had to talk to someone – anyone. She knew Bonnie wouldn't understand. She couldn't talk to Caroline. Of course – her diary!
She reached out to grab it but stopped. What if someone found it again? She's never had to worry about that before.
I'll just keep it with me all the time now.
She pulled it out and began writing.
Dear Diary,
I feel…different. I can't explain it. I know I should feel guilty but I don't. At least not a lot. We agreed it was only a…well…two time thing, and then we would forget all about it. But is it really that easy for him? What am I saying? Of course it is. He's a hundred and something years old, of course it will be easy. But there's still this feeling that I can't seem to let go of. What we had was passion – there's no denying that, but it looks like it's over now, so I have to move on. I'll be just like Damon – move on. No consequences…right?
She slipped her diary into her bag on the bed and went downstairs. She walked into the kitchen to find Jeremy and Anna sitting at the table.
She smiled. "Hey guys."
"Hey Elena," Anna smirked knowingly while Jeremy just took another bite of Corn Flakes.
Elena sighed. "Look, Jer-"
"I don't want to hear it." He replied and stood up. "You erased my memory."
"Jeremy, you're my brother and I love you. Please, just tell me what I can do."
"You can go to Hell, Elena." He started to walk out but turned back. "I'm sure Stefan will say the same thing." And he left.
Anna smiled weakly and followed Jeremy.
Elena sighed and sat down, laying her head on the table.
"Hey, Elena." She jumped. It was Jenna.
"Hey." She smiled.
"You okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." She stood up.
"Why are you up so early?" Elena hadn't realized John was in the room. "Couldn't sleep?"
Oh, no. "Uh…not really."
"Ah." He tried to sound uninterested. "Do you know why not?"
Jenna snorted and poured herself some coffee, not even offering any to John. "Probably because there was a monster down the hall."
"Or in her room." He stated looking at Elena.
Jenna glared at John. "Don't go in her room. Your dumb-assness may stain it."
Elena would have laughed at that, but she was too busy looking at John, trying to figure out if her uncle would really tell Stefan.
John rolled his eyes and smiled in that "I Know What You Did Last Summer Night" way of his.
Elena stood up. "I'm gonna go get my stuff."
"Don't you still have a half-hour?" Jenna asked.
Elena started to walk out. "I've got some homework I've got to work on first." She left.
"Because you didn't do it last night, right?"John said, now that they were out of Jenna's hearing range.
He followed Elena into her bedroom and said, "So. Damon, huh?"
Elena ignored him and put some of her textbooks in her bag.
"I'm guessing Stefan doesn't know?" John leaned against the doorframe.
"There's nothing to tell." Elena replied making her bed. Then she remembered; she had to wash Damon's scent off of her bed. Damn.
She couldn't do it in front of John. If anything, it would prove his theory right.
Elena turned to face him. "Do you mind?"
"No, not at all."
She crossed her arms. "Now I see why Jenna says you're a dumbass."
Johnathan raised an eyebrow and to Elena's surprise, pulled her into a hug. "I'm, just looking out for you, Elena."
She just stood there until he pulled away. She glared at him, daring him to say more. Of course, being John, he did.
"Isobel's little comment made quite a difference between the two of you, huh?"
"How did you know about what she said?"
"I talked to her."
Elena's body froze. "Why?" She didn't know how many more secrets she could take anymore.
He just smiled. He took a step in front of her as if to hug her again, but before she could say anything, he pulled her hair back to reveal the two little "Fang-marks" Damon had left.
"Hm." John said.
Elena pulled away roughly and put her hand over the wounds.
"Damon didn't heal it." John stated clinically. "How are you going to hide it from Stefan?"
Elena swallowed. "I…don't know." She hadn't really thought about it.
"You didn't even think about it, did you?"
Elena's temper flared. "Why are you asking this? Why do you care?"
"Yes, John," A voice said from behind Elena. She turned to see Damon, dressed in his usual black attire, seething at Uncle John. "Why do you care?"
John narrowed his eyes at Damon but didn't say anything.
Elena found her voice. "What are you doing here?"
It took him a second, but slowly, Damon's blue eyes flickered to hers, slightly amused as a smirk formed on his face. "I came to finish what I didn't last night."
Elena's eyes widened.
"Heal the wound."
"Oh."
He walked in front of Elena and glanced at John. "Do you mind?"
Uncle John say on Elena's almost made bed. "Nope."
Damon rolled his eyes. He looked at Elena. "Alright." He was about to bite his wrist when Elena grabbed it.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to drink my blood for it to heal."
"Is there some other way?"
"No. Unless you want my brother to see it." That's when Elena realized it; the wall was still up. It shouldn't have surprised her so much, but after seeing him last night – and this morning, it was kind of a shock.
She nodded warily. The last time he'd done it was not pleasant at all. He didn't try to comfort her.
He bit his wrist in one quick movement and wrapped his other arm around Elena, her head leaning back slightly. He put it up to her mouth and Elena parted her lips.
It was definitely different than the time he'd forced it on her. It was better, like she was sharing the same soul as Damon. His energy ran into her veins, making her feel invincible. Her thoughts were cut off when Damon moaned softly and John stood up, but didn't dare move forward. Damon ripped his wrist out of her mouth and it automatically healed.
Damon couldn't help but to moan at the great pleasure he got from sharing his blood with Elena, who obviously enjoyed it.
He forgot about "Uncle" John until he stood up.
I wouldn't try it, Daddy.
He removed his wrist from Elena's mouth. She had a little of his blood under her bottom lip, and he was tempted to lick it off. In fact, if John wasn't there boring holes in the back of his head, he probably would have.
Elena looked almost surprised when his wrist healed immediately.
"You got a little…" Damon gestured to his own mouth and Elena blushed and glanced at John before walking into her bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Damon looked at John. "So I'm guessing you haven't told her about Daddy Dearest?" He smirked mockingly at him.
"No, I thought I'd let you do that." He shot back.
Damon scoffed. "Yeah, right. I'll let Stefan handle that."
"Why? I guess Stefan doesn't handle enough for her, right?" He tossed a wry smile in Damon's direction before he was pushed against the wall, a hand clasped tightly around his throat.
Damon's eyes darkened and the veins under them pushed to the surface – the blood rushing to his eyes as his canines extended. "Apparently not if she gave in to me." His face went back to normal as he let go of John's throat sending him doubling over gasping and coughing.
"Speaking of Stefan," He smirked and the door opened. He turned to face his brother.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, looking from him to John. "Where's Elena?"
As if on cue, Elena stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
"Such the patient one who needs me. The spoiled one who wins. So shocking where's your sense. Don't you know I hate you, oh oh. Unsatisfied, you little girl… So precious you know this hate of mine exploded. I'm so deranged you know I will never be the same."
Elena: [looks at Stefan] that was…better…
Stefan: [glares at Damon]
Damon: [asleep]
Me: [watches Damon sleep. Grinning.]
Elena: [kicks Damon's chair]
Me: [laughs]
Stefan: [broods]
Damon: I didn't like this one as much.
Me: [Pouts]
Damon: I did like the blood sharing part. [Wiggles eyebrows at Elena.]
Stefan: [rolls eyes.]
Me: [has urges to bitchslap Stefan]
Damon: Do it!
Elena: Remember what happened when I did it to you?
Damon: oh yeah. [Wiggles eyebrows.] Oh wait, you meant my face.
Me: EW! [Laughs]
Stefan: [growls]
Me: [inconspicuously scoots chair closer to Damon.]
Damon: So, when do Miss Elena and I have sex again?
Me: Um…I'm not sure.
Damon: [glares] I'll bite you!
Me: PLEASE DO! [Giggles insanely.]
Damon: [raises eyebrow as fang come out]
Me: [extends neck]
Elena" [Bitchslaps Damon] Don't you dare!
Damon: [pouts]
Me: [pouts]