Chapter 11: For Your Entertainment

From the song "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert… LOL

A/N: This is more of a humor chapter; despite Caroline's awesome…er…I mean horrible death. xD THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU IkeasGoddess for your AWESOME REVIEW! You gave me the idea to incorporate some slash into my story. *Maniacal laughter* Oh, and I'm making TV Bonnie less bitchy LOL

Damon: [fidgets] PICKLES!

Me: …Did you just say pickles?

Damon: Yeah. I used to like them when I was human. [Twitch. Fidget]

Me: [to Stefan and Elena] were pickles even invented back then?

Stefan: [shaking head slowly] No…

Me: Are you okay, Damon?

Damon: [stares at me] I want to bite you. [Twitch. Fidget]

Me: Okay!

Elena: NO! Damon, what's up?

Damon: What's up? [Stands up and knocks chair over] WHAT'S UP? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT'S UP?

Me: I think she means… 'What's…up…'

Damon: YOU SHUT IT, WRITER LADY!

Me: [raises eyebrow] Lady? I'm a freaking teenager, dude.

Damon: YOU HUMANS ARE RUINING LIFE!

Me: What?

Damon: JUST…NEVER MIND!

Elena and Stefan: [look at Damon curiously]

Me: Someone needs to lay off the crack.

Damon: [Twitch] I need some vodka or something. [Leaves room]

Me: DAMON! YOU CAN'T LEAVE MEEE! NOOOO!

Ian Somerhalder: [walks in]

Me: [gasp] you…you…you…

Ian: [smiles] Hi, guys. [Sits in Damon's spot.]

Me: you…you…you…you…

Ian: [raises eyebrows] are you okay?

Me: You…YOU…you… [Passes out]

Ian: is she okay?

Elena: Aren't you Ian Somerhalder?

Ian: [smiles] Yes, I am. You must be Elena.

Stefan: You look exactly like Damon. But you're human. How…?

Ian: [laughs] Well, doesn't Elena look like Katherine?

Stefan: Touché. [Random brood]

Elena: Wait! How do you know this? You're just an actor.

Ian: [demon voice] I know everything…

Elena and Stefan: [back away slowly.] o…kay…

Ian: [Grins, normal (sexy) voice] on with the show!

"Damon, I can't believe we are doing this." Elena whined as Damon dragged her into a store in the Mall by the wrist.

"Well, believe it, sweetheart." His blue eyes glinted with mischief as he threw a smirk over his shoulder.

She groaned and he let go of her wrist.

"Well, Hello!" An obviously gay guy walked up to them. "I'm Brian. How may I help you?" He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was checking Damon out.

"Yes, I'm looking for something…black."

"Of course." Elena mumbled and Damon grinned at her.

"Oh, well, come with me, then, Mr…."

"Salvatore. Damon Salvatore."

"Ah, Salvatore." He grinned at him. "Italian?"

"Yes."

"Hm. And who is this lovely lady?"

"Elena. My girlfriend."

"Ah." He crossed his arms as he looked Elena up and down. "Well, Miss Elena. What can I get you?"

"I'm not-"

"We have plenty of women's clothes in this area here." He waved towards the left side of the store.

"Oh we-"

He gasped. "Girl, I know what would be perfect for your skin. Oh my goodness! Come with me!"

Elena looked over at Damon and he laughed tauntingly at her before following Brian to the women's section of the store.

"This would be perfect! With your beautiful hair and dark eyes, yes!" He grinned and held out a strapless little black dress cinched at the waist.

"Mm…I like it," Damon purred in her ear.

"Um…" She ignored the chills and turned her attention to Brian. "It's not usually something I-"

"Oh come on," He smiled and led her towards the dressing room. "Here you go," He handed her the dress and closed one of the dressing room doors.

Elena groaned and stripped.

When she stepped out of the dressing room in the dress, she had the satisfaction of seeing Damon's mouth drop for a millisecond before he composed himself. He smirked at her.

"I am so getting that for you."

"Beautiful!" Brian said. "Holly!" He called.

A girl with dyed platinum blonde hair stepped out and looked at Elena and Damon. "Hello." She grinned at Damon, and then looked at Elena. "W-o-w." Her eyebrows went up. "You are the first customer actually able to pull that off. Damn."

Elena blushed and Damon chuckled at her.

"Holly, could you go look up the number for that dress, I'm going to look for a few tuxes for Mr. Salvatore."

"Sure." Holly went to one side of the store and Brian went to another, leaving Damon and Elena alone.

"Love the dress," Damon stepped closer to her. "But it would look much better a little wrinkled, my hands slowly sliding it up your thighs…." He began to circle her slowly, then whispered in her ear, "Mm…no need to do your hair. I'd prefer it a little tangled with my fingers running through it while I use my-"

"Damon!" Elena suddenly felt a familiar heat between her legs at his seductive tone.

"What?" He asked, blinking his eyes innocently.

She rolled her eyes and walked back into the dressing room to change into her regular clothes.

Jeremy sat in the library of the Salvatore's Boarding House reading an old and worn copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Apparently, he was going to be here for the rest of his…uh…after-life. What about Elena? Now that she was with Damon (from what little he understood) where was she living? Would Damon even let her live anywhere else? Jeremy wasn't sure how overprotective he was of her.

There was a knock on the door and, instinctively, he knew it was Bonnie.

"Come in."

"Hey, Jer. Need anything?"

Yeah, I need to get the hell out of here. "No."

The dark skinned witch walked by him and sat down. She looked at the cover of his book. "Dracula?" She giggled.

He chuckled. "Yeah. Just thought I'd read it. Never read it before."

"We had to read it once around Halloween time in one of our classes. It was kind of weird, especially since my grandmother was always talking about Vampires."

Jeremy looked at her. "Your grandmother?"

Bonnie's face fell. "Yeah. She is…was...a witch, too. I never believed it before."

"What happened?" He set the book on the table in front of him.

Bonnie swallowed. "She died trying to open that tomb for Damon and Stefan."

"Oh." She must mean the tomb Anna wanted to get her mother out of.

"Yeah."

There was a silence, but not an uncomfortable one, it was a nice silence.

"The reason I came up here was to tell you that Stefan is going to let you stay in his Uncle Zack's room. The one you woke up in."

"They have an uncle Zack?"

Bonnie giggled again. "It's really their nephew from like, way, way distant past. But…um…he's dead now."

"How did he die?" Damn, there was a lot of death in this town.

Bonnie hesitated. "Damon killed him."

"Why?"

"Zack tried to kill him, I guess, but who knows." She shrugged.

"Oh."

"Listen, Jeremy," Bonnie said standing up. "If you need anything, all you have to do is ask, okay?"

Jeremy couldn't help but to smile. "Thanks, Bonnie."

She nodded and left the room.

Huh, Jeremy thought. Maybe I could find a friend as a Vampire. Maybe.

Tyler and Matt sat in Tyler's living room, both grieving over the recent deaths. For Matt, it was Caroline. For Tyler, it was his father.

"So, um…" Matt said. "How is your mother taking it?"

"Pretty good. She mostly just talks with Sheriff…er…Caroline's mom a lot...and uh…yeah."

Matt nodded.

Tears sprang up in Tyler's eyes. "I'm so sorry, man."

"No, no, Ty. It wasn't your fault."

The two boys looked at each other for a moment before something in them both burst and they gently pressed their lips together.

(A/N: MUAHAHAHAHA!)

Elena walked out of the dressing room in her regular clothes, not seeing Damon anywhere. She walked up to Holly, who was behind the counter.

She smiled at Elena. "Hey. I'll take that." Elena handed her the dress. "Your boyfriend is in the back with Brian."

It was so weird thinking of Damon as her 'boyfriend.' She didn't know if it was because he was a vampire, or that they spent so much time hating each other from the beginning.

"By the way," Holly said, leaning across the counter. "You are one lucky bitch."

Elena laughed. "Um…thanks…?"

Holly grinned and Elena turned to see what Brian was doing to Damon. Ha.

When she caught sight of Damon, her mouth dropped open.

W…o…w…

Damon must have heard her sharp intake of breath, because he turned and smirked at her. He was wearing a black silk suit with no tie, the jacket unbuttoned, and the top 3 buttons were undone on the shirt, leaving perfect exposure of his chest. It highlighted is skin, less tan than usual, making his dark hair sexily contrast with his blue eyes.

"Elena, honey," Brian said, giggling. "Close your mouth. You'll catch flies."

Damon kept his seductively sparkling cerulean eyes on Elena. "Do you like it?"

"Uh…I…" She waited until her voice came back. "Yes. I do." She said, not taking her eyes off of him.

Brian clapped once, making Elena jump. "Alrighty, then. Holly!"

Holly appeared at once, taking one look at Damon and having the exact same reaction as Elena. Although, she wasn't as subtle about it.

"Daaaammmnnn…" She said her eyebrows practically in her hair. Then she giggled slightly. "Wow, you just- wow."

Elena felt something in her stomach turn. It wasn't until she unintentionally ground her teeth together that she recognized the unfamiliar feeling – jealousy.

Damon sensed this and he looked at her and grinned tauntingly. He knew that all three of them – Brian included – were undressing him with their eyes. "Well, Elena," He drew out, making all three of them snap to his attention – well, on his face anyway. "We should probably get going. I have much planned for you." The innuendo caught all of their attention, just like he had wanted.

"O…kay." Elena responded breathlessly.

When Matt and Tyler pulled apart, they stared at each other for a long moment.

"Ty…I'm…sorry."

"I'm not." They still looked at each other incredulously. What had just happened?

Matt smiled slowly, blushing as he lowered his head in slight embarrassment. As Tyler watched his blonde hair brush in front of his eyes, his face blush with color, he took Matt's face in his hands and kissed him roughly.

Damon and Elena walked up the stairs to Damon's room, not speaking and not touching. Damon pulled his leather jacket off as Elena put her purse on a table on the other side of the room. She snuck a look at Damon, seeing him smirk flirtatiously before running over to her at vampire speed, grabbing her and throwing her on the bed with him, kissing her passionately.

Damon all but tore Elena's clothes off in haste as she worked on his. He felt himself getting hard as her breathing sped up dramatically. When they shed their clothes off one another, Damon planted wet kisses over Elena's collarbone, chest, her breasts, slightly sucking on her hard nipples before moving down to her stomach.

"Mm…Damon…" Elena moaned his name breathlessly and Damon suddenly got an idea, something he was pretty sure "Saint Stefan" never did. He moved down and kissed the inside of her thigh and in shock; Elena closed her legs around his head. "Damon, what are you-"

He rose his head up and smirked. "You've never had anyone do this to you before, have you?"
She shook her head sheepishly.

"Hm…well, we may just have to fix that."

"Da-"

"Shh." He lowered his head again. "Spread your legs for me, sweetie."

She slowly obeyed, and the anticipation was making Damon impatient.

He slowly lowered his head, planting a wet kiss over her femora artery. "Are you ready, Elena dear?"

"Yes." She breathed, tightly closing her eyes. She let out a surprised, pleasurable gasp when he ran his tongue over her most feminine parts. "Damon!" She gasped, this unfamiliar feeling getting to her.

He massaged her clitoris with his tongue as he inserted two fingers into her warmth.

"Damon! It's too much!" Her hips lifted reflexively.

Damon smirked and pulled his fingers out of her. Having nothing to hold onto, Elena, without meaning too, grabbed a hold of his black hair, not sure if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away. He smirked and dipped his tongue inside her, earning a sensual pull on his silky hair. He remained working magic on her as Elena thrashed beneath him, wanting the release, but also fearing it was too much. Maybe she wasn't doing it right.

He slid his tongue out of her and she moaned, flooding his mouth with her juices. He ran his tongue along her femora artery, feeling the pleasurable pain in his canines. Elena pushed him against her, knowing what he needed.

"Do it," She whispered breathlessly.

He didn't have to be told more than once. In one quick movement, his canines extended and he sank his fangs into her. Elena reflexively recoiled, but relaxed her body, letting the pleasure course through her veins.

Damon reluctantly pulled away from the wound, licking his lips as his fangs retracted. "Mm…" He smirked at Elena, whose expression was pleasured by giving. "You taste lovely, Elena."

Blushing at the double meaning in his words, she begged for him to be inside her. He slid up her body, planting a kiss on her lips, letting her get a taste of herself, and she wrapped her legs around his lean waist.

"Mm…please." She breathed.

Damon reached beside her head, on a table beside the black-sheeted bed. A knife. In one swift slice to his neck, crimson blood poured out. He leaned against her, putting the knife where it belonged and moaned when he felt Elena's lips on his skin.

She sucked delicately on the wound and he oh-so-slowly let his manhood ease into her. Elena moaned against his skin and he began thrusting in and out of her, loving the feeling of him inside of her as she drank his blood.

The blood should have been a turn-off for her, but it was almost an aphrodisiac for the two of them. Damon's thrusts got needier and Elena nearly screamed in the pleasure he was giving her.

Bonnie, Stefan and Jeremy sat in the living room, each one trying to figure out a way to drown out the sound of their lovemaking. For Bonnie, it was horrifying. For Jeremy, it was nauseating. For Stefan, it was heart-breaking.

Bonnie looked at the clock. It was 9:30 p.m. She sighed. "I probably should leave. My mom is expecting me back in a half-hour."

Stefan and Jeremy nodded in understanding.

"I'll see you soon, Bonnie." Stefan said. "Thank you."

"Bye, Bonnie. "See you later." Jeremy smiled.

Bonnie waved and headed for the door. She opened it and gasped. "You-"

The man stepped in and Jeremy and Stefan stood up quickly. "What are you-?"

"Where is Elena?"

"Why-"

He ignored them and walked up the stairs, the three of them not daring to follow.

He followed the sounds of Elena and Damon's lovemaking to Damon's own bedroom. He opened the door and stood there, the couple too distracted to realize he was there.

"Elena."

Both of them froze and looked up. Elena's mouth dropped open and Damon smirked, not bothering to remove his body from Elena's.

"John."

A/N: Muahahaha! Lol Thank you all for reviews! Any suggestions for any of my stories, this one or my others would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Elena: Um…okay. I'm confused is he dead or not?

Me: Nope.

Stefan: I thought you hated John.

Me: I do. I just thought it needed a little twist instead of just smut. Speaking of, Ian? What did you think?

Ian: Um… [Fidgets] wow. I think I'm a little hard.

Stefan and Elena: O.o

Me: [falls out of chair laughing]

Damon: [drunk. Staggers in.] Okay, now you listen to me you human replica of me! I- [look at Ian's hard-on and smirks] was it something I said?

Stefan, Elena and Me: [facepalm]