AN: Hopefully this will make up for the short chapter yesterday. Thanks again for all of the support! No witty ramblings from me today cause I was asleep for 12 hours after I posted yesterday so nothing really happened lol.
The rate for the machine monitoring Jenna's heart begins to increase rapidly. The beeping becoming more frequent with each passing second.
"No, no, no. You're lying to me. Why are you doing this?" The anger and confusion are in her voice as she looks at Alaric, her eyes completely focused on him.
"Its something that you need to know Jenna. I can only protect you to a certain extent. Do you really believe what this hospital has told you? That someone broke into your house? That you just managed to not see anything but were lucky enough to just get knocked out unconscious while John is down in intensive care?" As Alaric is talking the moments of yesterday are starting to click in her head.
"No one broke in….I heard someone talking on a cell phone outside the house. I opened up the front door and it was Elena. I told her to come inside. There was something different about her though, in her demeanor. The way she moved even seemed a little off. I was trying to talk to her but she kept trying to brush me off. I went to walk away into the living room but I felt someone grab me by my hair. I remember the splitting pain that went through my head as it made contact with the wall. I woke up here…" Jenna lets her words trail off as she looks around the room almost in a daze. "…Elena" Her eyes move back to Alaric's but it is Damon who moves over to the hospital bed.
"That wasn't Elena because Elena was with me when that happened. You said that something seemed off about her. That's because it wasn't Elena." Damon says looking down at Jenna who's eyes are filled with fear.
"If it wasn't Elena….was it a…." She doesn't say the word but looks between the two of them for conformation.
"Yes it was. Her name is Katherine. She looks like Elena in so many ways but you noticed the differences. Katherine is unfathomably dangerous. I wouldn't be telling you all of this if it wasn't absolutely necessary for your safety. She knows who you are now, she's been invited into your house which she will have access to at any time." Alaric is sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, his body positioned so it is facing Jenna.
"How can I believe any of this?" Jenna asks, wanting the disbelief of all of this to be true.
Damon blurs to the door shutting it in an instant then blurs back to the side of Jenna's bed. Jenna's eyes go wide, the fear emitting off of her. Alaric leans closer to Jenna, putting his arms art her sides.
"Don't panic. I know this a lot take in. Damon is…" Alaric pauses looking back at Damon trying to find a word to really describe how he has been. "..helpful." Alaric looks back at Jenna, a soft look to his features, a small attempt to calm Jenna. "I wont let anything happen to you. I know that this is a lot to take in. I want you to understand though that I will be here for you."
Jenna nods her head, her golden hair falling around her face. She folds her hands in her lap as she begins to fidget with her fingers. Jenna looks down at her hands, continuing to let them twine with one another before she looks back up at Alaric. "Where are Elena and Jeremy?" Alaric's façade of the smile he was putting on for Jenna falters. His mind flickering for an answer.
"Elena and Jeremy are at the boarding house right now. They'll be safe. You can come see them when the hospital releases you." Damon's voice is calming, Alaric looks back at him with a small grateful smile with his eyebrows raised.
Jenna doesn't smile at them but tries to at least keep her composure with everything. "I'm just waiting on my white blood cell count to go down, they said when the levels drop back down to normal I will be able to leave. I don't know when that will be." Jenna said trying not to roll her eyes at the thought of being in the hospital for days.
"I'll be here when you're released." Alaric gets up off of the bed, smiling down at Jenna. Her face lights up with his smile returning with one of her own. Even with her fragile appearance the smile that he managed to put on her face made her look not nearly as damaged. Alaric leaned down one last time, this time planting a soft kiss on her lips. Damon adverted his eyes trying not to notice as he puts his hands in his pockets of his jeans digging his fingers deep inside the fabric.
The door to the room opens as a nurse with her clipboard in hand walks into the room. Her platinum blonde hair is pulled back loosely into a hair tie. A few strands fall out and to the front of her tanned face. She pushes her hair back, her eyes still scanning over the papers. Her green eyes divert away from the clipboard finally noticing Damon and Alaric standing there.
"Visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow. I have to inject some morphine into her IV so she can sleep, if you two wouldn't mind." Her eyes go back and forth between the two of them. Alaric gives Jenna one last glance as Damon is already making his way out of the room.
They both make it out into the hallway, walking in sync with one another to the hospitals entrance.
"Do you really think that its going to be safe to have her around Elena and Jeremy?" Alaric asks as he sticks his hands in his jacket pocket pulling the jacket to his sides revealing his plaid button down shirt.
"You wont let anything happen to her. Just like I wont let Elena lose control." Damon says glancing over at Alaric as they make it out into the cool air of the night. The sun breaking through on the horizon causing the edges of the darkened sky to turn pink.
"We still need to discuss what to do with Katherine." Alaric says as they both stand there on the sidewalk.
"I know that we do but I promised Elena I would be home before the sun came up." Damon nods his head in the direction of the breaking sunrise.
"I'll be over later today. There's still a lot that even I don't know about all of this."
Damon just nods his head at Alaric letting their conversation end as he disappears into the fading darkness.
I'm laying on Damon's over sized bed. The t-shirt that I still haven't taken off is bunched up towards my chest showing my stomach. I have my legs crossed with them positioned upward. I keep running my hands across the duvet. Each soft stroke leaving a small tingling to my fingertips.
I don't even hear him come in but I feel his presence. I lean my head to the side so I can see around my legs that were blocking my view of the door.
No matter how many times I have seen him I can't get adjusted to just how gorgeous he really is. His perfect bone structure is a compliment to his other amazing features. Like his eyes, his light blue eyes that I can get lost in. I keep looking at him in amazement, my eyes following his movements as he walks over to the bed.
Damon crawls onto the bed the positions himself so he is on top of me. His arms are on each side of me as he has himself propped up so he is looking down at me. His eyes slowly moving up and down my body. His emotions are blank, I can't read anything coming off of him.
I close my eyes and breathe in. Remembering his scent from when I was human. This time it is more intoxicating, which I didn't think was possible. I let a smile spread across my face, my arms on the bed above my head. Dark, thick and sweet. It is like the scent of amber, rich and some what earthy sending a tingle at the back of my nose. Vanilla mixed in with it making it a lighter smell and less musky. Its what I was never able to exactly pinpoint as a human.
I open up my eyes to see Damon smirking at me. I return his smirk with my smile widening. I wiggle a little underneath him. He takes his hand, stroking the side of my face. Damon moves his face a little closer to mine, his lips only an inch away from mine.
"You're beyond beautiful." His words are barely a whisper. Something that I probably wouldn't have been able to hear before this. I lean up into him, my lips touching his. His kiss is delicate, almost as if I wasn't like him. The blank canvas that he was a moment ago is gone, I can feel a spark inside of him. Despite the delicacy of the kiss I can feel the passion behind it.
I run my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his muscles tense at my touch. I drag my fingers from his chest to his back as I pull his body down closer to mine. Our kissing stays slow paced, there is a longing behind it but not the usual urgency that we both tend to show. His hand slides down to the loose black cotton pants of his that I am wearing. The cloth easily slides off, with a toss they fly to the wall hitting it lightly then sliding down to the top of the dresser. Then his hand moves up to his shirt that I have been wearing ever since I arrived here. I arch my back so it comes off with ease.
I move my hands to his dark colored jeans. The button comes undone quickly, something that I would have had to fidget with before. They slide down from around his waist and down his toned legs where he kicks off the bunched up denim onto the floor. I move my fingers under the waistband to his tight fitting boxers. I try to keep myself from grinning with his lips still on mine. In an instant his boxers are gone too. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thighs. I let out a small moan with the pressure.
We break away for a moment while he takes off his shirt, I unhook my bra with one fast snap, tossing it to the side of the room where most of the clothes are starting to pile up on the dark red Victorian rug that covers most of the wooden floor of his room. The only thing that is left are the thin lace boy short panties. Damon slowly slides them off of me, the sheer lace touching the sides of my legs while sliding down. I cross my legs in reaction to having nothing on, timidly looking up at him.
He forces a hand in between my legs so I part them. His hands run up and down my thighs. My breathing becomes heavy wanting him to touch me just a little bit more. His fingers run across the lips to my entrance. I quiver with his touch even more as a vampire, still not able to keep my composure. He traces lines there before finally sliding two of his fingers in, my wetness smally spilling out. His fingers move in and out slowly, my back arching each time they re-enter. Damon keeps his eyes looking down at me as I bite my bottom lip. My whole body wanting so much more right now.
Damon can sense what I want so he pulls away, sitting up on the edge of the bed he motions over for me to come over. I get up off of the bed, slowly walking to where he is sitting. I look down then back up at him. I take his hardness in my hand as I position myself to be on top of him. He slides in, my eyes widening a little bit as he stretches me. I can feel him warm and pulsating inside of me.
I start out slow, moving myself up and down on his length. Both of our breathing has increased with our pace. A soft moan escape his lips as I continue to move myself on him. I keep my arms around his neck as he keeps his around my back keeping me in place.
Damon holds me a little bit tighter, pulling me into him as he begins to thrust himself into me. I bury my face in his neck as he gets faster with each movement. My lips are so close to his neck, the instinct in me starts to kick in. I can feel myself wanting to change, the urge coursing through me. The immeasurable pleasure causes me to not have complete control over myself. I can feel myself change. The fangs extending out.
Damon notices but doesn't seemed phased by it. I pull away from his neck just a little bit. My face still not visible to his. Damon moves his hands down to my waist, getting a tight grip on me. His hands force my body to move up in down in a fast motion. My back arches in pleasure, my face still not changing back. I can feel myself about to reach my climax. I grip onto him, loosing complete control I move my lips down to his neck. My teeth puncture his flesh, letting a luke warm blood come rushing out.
Damon doesn't stop, instead he keeps thrusting himself into me, the pace even faster now. I can feel his nails dig into my hips. The euphoria of being able to bite him with him being inside of me causes me to rupture. I let out a loud moan as I break away form his neck. A small line of blood falling from his neck down to his chest. I feel him explode inside of me in that moment, the thrusts slowing down until they completely stop. I move my head back down to his neck, my face back to normal now. I lick up the remaining blood; the taste staying in my mouth. I look down at the puncture from my teeth and the wound is already healing.
It wasn't the same as drinking human blood but there was still a sweet taste to it. The action of it is what my body was wanting. Damon lays both of us back onto the bed. I keep my head on his chest, some what embarrassed of what happened. His hands run through my long hair.
"I should have told you that even if you stop the hunger, sometimes your body still craves the bite." I frown a little bit at his words.
"I'm sorry." I say quietly, Damon lets out a small laugh. I glare up at him, just causing him to let out another laugh at my attempt at making myself look mad.
"Don't be sorry; trust me, I liked it." I can hear the smirk in his voice. With that I slide off of him and to his side where his arm is now wrapped around me.
"I should have known you would have been into something twisted like that." I say in a sarcastic tone as I close my eyes.
"Its not sadistic, its in our nature." I want to say something back to him but I find that my body is actually wanting sleep. I moves my arms up to my chest where I then snuggle against his body tightly. My head resting on his arm. I welcome the sleep with his arms wrapped around me.