A/N: And in this chapter we see a side to Elena we've never experienced before, and I hope you like it. (: Also, so far in writing this, Damon says one of my favourite lines ever; that guy sure loves his doorframe. (And if you're wondering, yes, Danny IS indeed obsessed with doorframes.) :D But Damon, nether the less, we heart you! Review..? ;]

Chapter Nine: You've Made Your Bed

Before Elena had even begun to catch her breath, Damon was up. She let the fabric hit her leg before watching him walk out. She forced herself to a sitting position before casting her eyes around the room. This hadn't meant anything to Damon, had it? Her first time having sex was just a... Just a cheap.. Elena couldn't even think of the word. She didn't want to. Ignoring her tired legs and body, she hurled herself to a stand and wasted no time in taking that shower. She needed to think. It took shorter than usual; Elena stepped out of the shower, drying her hair briskly with one of Stefan's towels before padding back into his room and tugging on her clothes. She knew what she needed to do, and no, it wasn't going to be pretty.

Bleedin' humans. Bleedin' women. One woman in particular. He took a quick shower, and afterwards put on some black shirt, boxers and jeans. He jumped onto his bed, leaning against the headboards. Whatever he would do she would just go back running to Stefan. That's what he had convinced himself anyways. Really. The last time they made out on the bed, she came back running to Stefan, and tried to FORGET about what had happened. What was different this time .? They had sex, so what. To Damon there wasn't much difference between making out and having sex. She will forget that too and deny anything ever happened and then run back to Stefan. Whatever. He drank some of the scotch and looked up at the ceiling. So many times, he had tried to convince himself, yet at the end of the day the conclusion was still the same. He was in love with Elena freakin' Gilbert, but Elena freakin' Gilbert was in love with Stefan, even though she was drawn to Damon. He just had to deal with the fact that she chose Stefan. He might have even accepted that fact by now, for it didn't make him that furious anymore. Just.. Made him feel out of place. Because at the end of the day he was alone... with his doorframe.

She hadn't wanted to do this to Stefan. She didn't want to do this to him, but she needed to. At the end of the day, Elena knew which brother she wanted; she wanted Damon. She had always wanted Damon. But she was sick to the back teeth of trying to prove that to him. So, instead, she'd make him fight for her. Of course, their session of love-making had been the most amazing, and magical experience and of her life... It had meant everything to her. But she was going to play it the way Damon was. If he just wanted a soiled affair, that that's exactly what Elena would give him. She loved Stefan, but she was completely and utterly in love with Damon. She'd make him fall head over heels for her, she'd make him want her just that little bit more until finally, he fought for her. And then, well.. That's when it got interesting. Elena was standing at Stefan's mirror now, her hair now perfectly aligned and her blouse not quite done up to a 'real ladies'' standard. But she knew neither brother liked a goody two shoes so to speak. Elena motioned out of the room and over to Damon's. She knocked once before letting herself in. She didn't speak to him; she simply moved over to his bed, leant over him and kissed him long and hard on the mouth. She grinned against his lips before speaking.

"You should check your doorframe, Damon. I think it's scratched," she murmured before pulling away completely.

Okay, when she walked in he watched her with cautious eyes. When she kissed him, he kissed her but when she spoke, he gasped and within a second he was off his bed, examining his doorframe. He put his hand on it, and it was, in fact, scratched. And he knew who had done it.

"STEFAN." He said through his clenched teeth.

He narrowed his eyes, before grabbing the bottle of scotch he left on his bed, and drinking what was left in it. He then dropped it to the floor, and walked out of his room and to where Stefan's room was. He grabbed the doorframe, and basically ripped it off. He then threw it down the flight of stairs, making sure it broke into several pieces.

He then grabbed a chalk from Stefan's room (He didn't know where he got the chalk from and honestly didn't care) and in big fancy writing wrote "OI, DICKHEAD! I FUCKED YOUR GIRLFRIEND. HAVE FUN WASHING THE BED. MY DOORFRAME SAYS FUCK YOU."

He then threw the chalk to the ground and spat on the floor, before walking out with a smirk on his face. He headed down the stairs, making sure to stand on any piece of Stefan's doorframe that was still there making it break into even smaller pieces. He had to get more alcohol.

Elena knew it wouldn't take Damon long at all to react to her words. She was going to tell him earlier. (Because she hadn't really planned on kissing, making out with and then having sex with him. But hell, who knew how days could turn out?) She knew how much Damon loved his door frames. Yeah, okay, he had a weird and slightly freaky obsession with his doorframe, but it was Damon - no-one really knew what to expect from him. Elena had expected a big reaction, but as explosive as this... Hmm. Damon was going to need some calming down. And who better then Elena? She leant against the side of Damon's doorframe that hadn't been damaged by Stefan and simply watched Damon rage and pace, and rage and pace. She let her arms fold neatly across her chest and never once let her eyes fall from his figure until he was out of sight. She didn't say anything, but her lips fell into a hard line. She motioned once again into Stefan's room and noticed the writing. She frowned. Damon really did love that door frame. She followed after him downstairs and picked up a vodka bottle herself, swallowing a gulp before speaking.

"Would you prefer if I left you on your own?"

He growled at nothing in particular. Dickhead. And another growl. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and once she was appeared half of the liquid disappeared. He was leaning against the wall, and when he saw her, he closed his eyes, frowning. Alone? He had just had about enough time spent on his own. He placed the bottle he had been drinking from on a table, and walked towards her. He took the bottle she was holding away from her, before putting that away too, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers. If there was one thing that he had to have except for his doorframe, it was Elena. She was his. Not Stefan's. She belonged to him! And as if to prove his point, he pressed his lips against hers in a rough kiss. He was pretty drunk and still raging about the whole doorframe thing, but it all seemed to be evaporating.

Elena watched him slam the bottle down, and she couldn't help it.. She flinched. No matter how hard she tried to be emotionless Elena, she couldn't quit pull it off to a tee. She cared about Damon, hell. She was in love with Damon. And then he looked to her, the lost little boy within his eyes.. The gateway to his soul was so easy to see it made her heart ache just thinking about all the hurt he must have gone through in the time he'd been alive. And then he was in front of her, her hands let the bottle go easily and suddenly, he was back in front of her body. And she knew exactly what would happen next. Elena's eyes closed tightly and her lips moved with his; the kiss was hot, long and passionate. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her tongue slipped into his mouth. Elena always loved the way Damon tasted; she'd never give this up, not for anything.

He was at ease. Peaceful. But of course, that wouldn't last long. He heard the footsteps coming up the porch, and then the front door being opened. And he knew it was Stefan, by the way he walked, and by the way he gasped when he walked into the living room. Damon broke the kiss, because truth be told, if he didn't Elena would do it. He didn't step back though.

"Elena?" Stefan's voice was quiet, helpless.

Damon didn't know where to look for once. He looked at her, then at the place where he'd left his whiskey bottle. All he wanted to do right now, was grab that bottle. He felt quite lost without it. He then moved his eyes to lock them on Stefan. What could he do.? It wasn't his call.

Elena was, once again, lost in all that was Damon, how could she even begin to contemplate not even giving into him? It had to be the best decision she'd ever made in her entire life. And just then, she heard the footsteps and the gasp at the same time than Damon seemed to. She pulled away from Damon and stared at him for a brief second before her whole expression froze over. She knew what to do.. She had to keep it cool. So, Elena turned to Stefan, and without even a second glance at Damon, she did her best acting ever. She made her eyes water.

"Oh, Stefan! It's not what you think... I love you, you know that, don't you.. I'll always love you darling," she cooed, her bambi eyes widening, she knew Stefan always fell for them.

Damon kept a straight face although that was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. It didn't matter to her. HE didn't matter to her. He never did. It was Stefan all along. She was playing games with him, and likewise he did with Katherine, he fell for them. Stefan, of course, nodded and shot Damon a death glare that would have had any other person running away screaming, but Damon being Damon didn't even flinch.

"I think its best you leave, Damon." Stefan said through clenched teeth.

"I.." He frowned. WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE PLAYING AT? "I didn't force her into anything. Damn, she even had sex with me, all that while I didn't even have to use compulsion! Tell him Elena!" He looked at her now, waiting for her to agree with him. HOPING she would.

Elena hated to do what she was doing, but she needed to. She had her reasons, and she just couldn't hurt Stefan. It was better this way, better for all of them. Of course, she'd always love Damon - but not everyone could have what they wanted. Stefan would take care of her. But Damon didn't even care that she'd gave her virginity to him. Well, now he would. Playing on her boyfriends emotions, she shook her head, still refusing to look at Damon; (because if she did, she knew she wouldn't be able to go through with it) her eyes welled with tears before finally spilling over.

"Look at my neck Stefan; do I have my vervain necklace on? No, Stefan darling.. I love you. You know I do," It was true, well.. The necklace part was. She'd taken it off before she'd gotten in the shower and forgotten to put it back on again.

He looked at her with his mouth open, before regaining his posture and closing it. Stefan melted looking at Elena, before looking at Damon again, more dangerously than ever. "Leave NOW!" Damon wasn't one bit scared of Stefan, but he didn't feel like staying in this ANY longer.

The air seemed to be choking him. He looked at Elena and for once he let his mask slip totally. Everything that he had been blocking out until now, escaped and showed on his face and it hit him with the might of a tsunami. Stefan probably assumed that Damon was trying to compel Elena right now, because he couldn't see his face, and he shouted.

"LEAVE!" And then he did the least Damon-like thing he could do.

He walked out of the room and into the hallways QUIETLY. No smart remarks or anger. Nothing. He walked out of the house, not even caring that he had nothing on but the short sleeved shirt. He forgot his black leather jacket. He wanted to think about anything but her, but whatever he thought of brought memories of her. She had his leather jacket on before, that meant he had to think of something else. Except that there was nothing else, that didn't have any memories of Elena or Katherine for that matter. Soon, he found himself somewhere in the middle of the forest, sitting on a log, and staring into space, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Who would have thought? Him, Damon Salvatore, struggling not to cry? Could anyone blame him? It was an overload. He crossed the line today. It was all he could handle.

Danny+Jackie x3