Here we are again, folks. I've had some wi-fi issues, but I'm now with a different hostfamily, where the wi-fi works perfectly. Thank you for being patient with me - as a reward, here's a really long chapter. I didn't realize how long it was, until I posted it! See you at the bottom!
Chapter 13:
Getting through the month of December was a lot easier than I'd thought it would be. Honestly, I'd expected myself to go crazy from the decorations, and either leaving the house or ripping everything down in a fit of rage, but seeing Elena's eyes happy was worth it. She had definitely cheered up, and she spent a lot more time talking to Caroline and Stefan, instead of just being hold up in her room, reading or writing.
I was feeling kind of jealous, though. They got to spend all this time with her, and I hadn't had a proper conversation with her, since she'd just gotten here. That's why I was ecstatic when my brother and Blondie told me they were going out for the entire day, not returning before the next morning. I would have Elena all to myself in that time, and damn it if I wasn't going to take advantage of that.
When I was certain they were out of the house, I went up to Elena's room, having brought her jacket and boots. She probably hadn't seen the snow had fallen over night, and I wanted to show her just how beautiful the outside ground looked, covered in the white stuff. I knocked on the door, opening it only to find her sitting on the bed with her journal. The curtains were still drawn, which meant she hadn't seen the snow yet.
As soon as she saw me step inside, her heart sped up and she shut the diary close instantly. I raised one eyebrow at her and held out her jacket.
"Want to take a walk with me?" I asked, trying to smile friendly. I had no idea how to tell her I wanted to show her around on the grounds, without sounding like the biggest pussy on the planet.
Obviously, my request had been odd, because she raised her eyebrows and looked at me, as if she couldn't quite understand why I would want to take a walk with her.
"You haven't been outside much since the accident. I'd like you to show you the property," I said, trying to keep an entirely straight face. It was weird, having to be polite and try to be friendly with someone I didn't really know.
But that was the reason I was doing this, wasn't it? To get to know her better, now that Stefan and Caroline had gone out.
She looked at the jacket and the boots in my hand. I smiled at her, holding them out to her.
"Don't worry, I won't bite... Ehm... Yeah. I'll be waiting downstairs, if you... You know, feel like it," I said, inwardly kicking my own ass. I sounded like a freaking teenager. Of course, this wasn't my scene at all. I was used to the girls being all over me, and I was used to those girls meaning absolutely nothing to me.
Elena wasn't like that. She was my singer, so of course she meant a lot to me, and she wasn't all over me – actually, she seemed to dislike me.
A smile spread on her lips, as she accepted the jacket and the boots.
"Give me a minute, and I'll be down," she said. Both my eyebrows shot upwards, as the smile stayed on her lips. I then nodded, and quickly disappeared out the door. I hurried downstairs, pulling on my boots and grabbing my jacket. She'd actually said yes. I really hadn't expected her to. I mean, our relationship wasn't exactly good, and we hadn't gone of to the best start. After what I'd heard her tell Caroline, she still firmly believed I was actually going to kill her.
Of course I couldn't tell her just why I wasn't going to kill her – the whole Singer thing was still something I'd like to keep a secret. I knew that I would have to tell her some day, because she would know. She would have to make her own choice.
But for now, I'd keep blissfully unaware of the expiration date on her life.
I looked up as I heard her door close, and soon she was walking down the stairs, looking even smaller in the huge jacket, topped off with a white beanie on her head.
"It's not the antarctic, you know," I said, smirking at her, as I got up from the couch. She shot me a look, before crossing her arms over her chest.
"Not everyone's dead and unable to feel temperatures," she answered, the fire back in her voice. I tried to keep my smirk from growing, not willing to let her see just how much I enjoyed that fire in her.
"Oh, so now you have begun to accept the fact that I am dead? We're getting somewhere here," I said, getting my coat and shoes. While I put them on, she huffed and looked away from me, and fuck if some part of me didn't think she looked freaking cute doing it.
"It's not like you're trying to hide it or anything," she said, looking up at the roof. I smirked at her, holding the door open for her. She looked at me for a moment, her eyes narrowed, before she walked out the door, stopping dead as soon as her foot hit the snow outside.
"It's been snowing," she whispered, looking around at the front garden. I smirked, joining her and closing the door behind me. I'd been guessing correctly – snow was indeed her thing and she seemed like a completely different person, as she looked over the snow covered landscape.
"Yup, the entire town is covered in it," I said, burying my hands in my pockets and looking around myself. It was kinda beautiful, but she hadn't seen anything yet. The garden in the back was incredible when it'd been snowing, and even though I hated it, a part of me couldn't wait to show her. She was already walking around the front garden, her eyes slowly going over every single tree, the lawn and the bushes on the side.
So, I know Elena's turned me into a complete sap, and at some point I was sure to go out and do something reckless and emotionless, but in that moment, I completely let it take me over. Damn it if I wasn't going to show her the garden and enjoy how happy she looked.
"You know, we've got a backyard," I said, smiling at her. She turned around, her mouth gaping slightly as she frowns at me. I smiled and nodded my head towards the pathway to the garden.
"I didn't just bring you out to see the front garden," I couldn't help but smirk at her, as her mouth closed and she very carefully walked toward the pathway. I frowned a bit, noticing her careful, tiny steps and followed her.
"Elena, you're not a prisoner. I brought you out here, and you're allowed to go out. I just can't have you run away," I said, watching as she sped up slightly and walked towards the garden. I followed her, my hands in my pockets as I watched her every reaction carefully.
"That pretty much sounds like a prisoner, you know," she said, raising her eyebrow at me and crossing her arms across her chest. Tightening the muscles in my jaw, I stared at her, willing her to back down.
"You know, you can stare all you want, but I'm not backing down on this one. You're treating me like a prisoner," she said. I blinked a couple of times, knowing my compulsion had no effect whatsoever.
The back garden was really beautiful with snow on every single surface. Elena obviously noticed this as well, because her mouth opened as she looked around, her facial expression one I had never seen before. She was completely taken by the garden, her eyes lingering on every single thing, as she scanned the area.
"This is beautiful, Damon... I didn't know your backyard looked like this," she said, still not looking back at me, but all over the garden. A smile was visible on my own face, as I took a perverted amount of pleasure in seeing her like this.
I'd begin to learn I enjoyed seeing her happy, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, even though I hated it – a human girl was making me happy. That had to be some kind of new low.
Pulling myself together, I removed the smile from my face, replacing it with an indifferent expression, as she started walking around.
"Can I go explore?" she asked, looking back at her. The smile on her lips instantly fade away, as she took in my tall posture and emotionless face, and I could visible see her standing up straight.
"Of course... Just don't go too far away, okay?" I said, letting her go off. As soon as she disappeared down one of the pathways to the gardens, I cursed myself.
This wasn't the plan. I was supposed to show her around, and get to talk to her. She was supposed to open up to me and start trusting me, not run around in the garden all by herself. But the happy smile on her face made me forget all about the plans I'd had. Seeing her happy like that, running around and looking behind trees, down by the gazebo, the little pond in the backyard, it made it all worth it. Maybe I should let her have more time like this. To go outside. She obviously wasn't very happy staying inside all the time, so maybe this would cheer her up a bit.
When she suddenly disappeared from my line of sight, I got a bit worried. Her heart was speeding up and I couldn't see her – had she gone too far? I ran down to the edge of the woods, where I'd last seen her and started walking in normal human pace, pretending like I couldn't just track her down and find her.
She was near, though. Her heart was still speeding, but it didn't feel like fear. It felt like she was doing some daring.
And the next I knew, a cold, wet snowball hit the back of my head and snow fell down my jacket. Oh I knew what game she was playing – and I could keep up with it.
"Oh no, you didn't!" I purposely kept a big smile on my lips, so she knew I wasn't not actually mad, while I gathered snow from the ground to make another snowball.
She suddenly appeared from behind one of the tree, a joyful smile on her lips as she threw another snow ball at me. I dodged it and jogged towards her, throwing the snowball when I was somewhat close to her. I didn't wanna throw it hard, so it just slightly bounced off her jacket and landed on the ground.
"Is that all you have, creature?" she said, laughing while running from tree to tree, picking up more snow. She then throws another snowball right at my face, with all the strength she can muster. I have to admit I could almost feel it.
"When are you ever gonna start saying the word 'vampire'?" I asked, throwing another snowball at her, this time a bit harder. She laughed as it hit her and started running again. "Probably never. I keep picturing Edward Cullen when you say vampire," she said, hiding behind a tree, giggling.
"Edward Cullen? Really? You've read too many teenage vampire books, then," I said, sneaking up on her with a handful of snow. I sneaked up behind the tree and I was just about to pour it all down her jacket, when she turned around, faster than humanly possible, and smacked my hands into my face. For a second we both stand there, frozen in time, because we both noticed that she moved faster than humans usually can.
"What did I just do?" she whispered, the laugh suddenly gone from her face. I make a quick decision and starts laughing.
"You got me, that's what you did."
I'm a coward. I should tell her about at least a portion of the Singer thing, but I couldn't get myself to do it. I just couldn't ruin her life like that, not yet. So, instead of actually telling her, I just pretended she surprised me and tried to play it off like nothing.
After that, she didn't seem to feel like throwing more snowballs. The smile disappeared from her lips and we walked inside again together. She was quiet and looked down at her feet, while she took off her jacket and shoes and was just about to walk back to her room, when I stopped her.
"Elena, there's something I haven't shown you yet, and I'd like for you to come with me and see it."
I still felt so weird, talking to another person like that. It seemed to come so natural, when I was talking to Elena, but still, I was used to being rude, blunt and sarcastic with everyone around me – but with Elena, I couldn't not be sincere.
She turned around and looked at me. The laughter was gone from her eyes again, but she did nod and waited for me to come join her. I quickly took off my jacket and shoes and walked with her. I'd forgotten all about the library, so I hadn't even gotten to show her the wonderful place, until now. She walked quietly next to me, still not looking up and I felt bad for lying. The trust was, that she did move faster than humans can, but Stefan told me that it's normal for Singers to do supernatural stuff, when their vampire is around. I couldn't explain that to her, without explaining about the bond between us, and I did still feel like that was a bit too soon to push that on her.
Before we entered the room, I took one good look at her. She looked a bit more curious now, but she still wasn't back to the happy girl she had been just a few minutes ago. I kept my eyes on her, as I opened the door, and saw how they widened and her mouth fell open, as she looked at the library. It had always been my favorite room, and seeing her looking at it like that, made me love it even more.
"Is this... is this real?" she whispered, as she walked among the old wooden shelves and touched the backs of the books. I walked over to her quietly and pinched her arm. She flinched and squeaked before jumping back.
"Yup, definitely not a dream. You can thank me later," I said, smirking at her. At first she looked like she really didn't appreciate me doing that, but then she smiled at me and returned to the books.
"Some of these look really old. How long have you had them?" she asked, taking out a copy of Gone with the Wind. I smirk as she carefully touches the cover of it. Oh if only she knew how old most of these books were – and that they're mostly first editions.
"For a while," I said, shrugging as she puts the book back and kept looking through the shelves. She was getting closer to the Italian section and I knew that would raise questions. Most of those books were old, but I couldn't let go of them. There were diaries from my mom and books we used to read when I was a child. I had gotten my hands on a few more books, when I had been back in Italy over the years, so the collection was quiet extensive. And she would reach it in three, two...
"You speak Italian?" she asked, looking at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall next to me.
"I sure do," I said, "it's my native language." She stared at me for a little while, standing with a book in her hand, open to the first page.
"Your native..."
"Yes, Elena, my native language. I was born in Italy in the year 1720," I said, raising one eyebrow at her. She closed the book and put it back in it's place, before stepping closer to me.
"I don't know a lot about you. You're supposed to take care of me and be my guardian but I know nothing about you," she said, cocking her head. That move reminded me so much of when she was nothing but a little kid. That first time I saw her, lying in a little crib in the hospital. When I'd picked her up, she had cocked her head just like that.
Everything had become so complicated since then. Back then, I never would have known that I would turn into the softie I had become, since Elena moved in. I would have thought I could continue with watching her and fucking and killing on the side.
But I hadn't been with a woman since I left Amsterdam, because I knew something was wrong. I'd gone directly to Elena and I practically hadn't left her side, since the accident.
When I thought about it, I suddenly felt very weird – I hadn't been with a woman for almost two months. I hadn't drank from the source for two months and for some reason, I didn't even feel bad about it.
By now, I had learned not to question what the fuck was going on with me, and just remember that Elena changed me – however much I disliked it, I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't exactly feel like going with the flow – nobody told me I had to change everything I was and stood for, the moment I got a singer. I definitely did not sign up for that.
I would make sure Elena was comfortable being around us and in the house, and that should would keep our secret from her schoolmates, now that she couldn't be compelled, and then I would withdraw from her life again. Maybe take off again, leave her at home with Stefan and Caroline. They would enjoy raising her, wouldn't they?
But the thought of Stefan and Caroline watching her die, stopped my thoughts completely. I felt like I had been stabbed right through the heart, at the thought of a dead Elena. She couldn't die. She just couldn't.
I couldn't let her choose to die. She would have to turn.
So I would come back, when she was 24. I'd turn her in her sleep, apologize later, and then let her go off to live a vampire life.
The stabbing feeling in my chest wasn't getting any smaller, by the thought of Elena leaving – or leaving her to fend for herself as a newly born vampire. I instantly knew that I could never do that to her. No matter how I looked at it, I was going to either watch her die, or I was going to spend the rest of my immortal life with her. I wondered why that didn't give me the feeling of wanting to run for my life or just escape in one way or another. But as usual, with Elena, I wasn't myself. Or at least not the person I had been for the past 230 years.
"Helloooo, earth to Damon?"
I cannot believe I just spaced out like a teenager! She asked me something and because of that stupid, adorable cocking of her head, I got all distracted.
"Sorry, I was making a list of all the reason I'm not gonna tell you my lifestory," I said, smirking at her, "feel free to use the library any time you'd like. I figured you might like to spend time in here."
Then I turned around and walked out the door, without even looking at her face.
The days seemed to fly by in one big blur – Elena now spent most of her days in the library, reading book after book. On the 24th she came running out from the library, with a book in her hand. I tried to catch what it was, but all too soon, she was basically holding it against my face, opened on the first page.
"This... is signed... by Charles Dickens," she said, sounding out of breath. Had she sprinted all the way from the library? Just to show me that I'd gotten the book signed? Of course, she couldn't know what I had been doing during the 1800's.
"Yes, I am perfectly aware of this, Elena," I said, taking a sip of my coffee/blood. You'd be surprised how good of a mix that is, and I tried not to make it too obvious that I was drinking blood everyday, when Elena was around.
"How on earth did you get your hands on this? It must be worth thousands of dollars," she said, looking at the signature, "and it's a first edition too!"
I couldn't stop from smirking at her and took another sip of coffee.
"It really wasn't hard at all," I said, leaning back against the kitchen table, "I just bought it when it came out and made him sign it, after one of his readings."
Her response to that, was to stand there, gaping at me. I took another sip of coffee and raised an eyebrow at her.
"You really should think about closing your mouth. You might give a guy the wrong impression."
She immediately closed her mouth and blushed until she looked like a tomato. Right, 16 years old, probably a bit inappropriate to make dirty jokes when she was around. And yet, it was so fun to see her go all red.
"You... you had this signed... personally, by Charles Dickens?" she asked, looking as though she could not believe me.
"Yes, Elena, I did. I didn't even have to compel him in order to do it. I just had to ask. He was quite a nice man," I said, finishing my coffee and cleaning it in the sink.
"Compel?" she asked, cocking her head. Shit, I totally forgot she didn't knew about that part of being a vampire. Apparently Barbie hadn't told her either.
"Yes, Elena, that was what I said," I tried to get around explaining what it is – she didn't need to know all that much about vampires yet. I'd teach her, once we got closer to her 24th birthday.
"Vampires can use compulsion?" she asked, stepping closer to me. She didn't have the book anymore – she'd put it down on the table, very carefully. I was glad she knew how much it was worth and to treat it right.
"Why else would I say that?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest, "but don't you worry about that."
"Have you ever used it on me?"
Oh, of course she was going to ask that one question. How the fuck was I supposed to tell her, that compulsion doesn't work on her? That she wouldn't ever have to worry about that, but without telling her about the Singer bond? I couldn't.
But I didn't want to lie to her, either. I just couldn't lie to her – because I had tried to use it on her, but it hadn't worked. I should have known back then that it wasn't going to work, but I'd never thought of that.
"No, Elena, I have not," I said, turning around so I wasn't actually looking at her. Technically it wasn't a lie – I hadn't actually used it on her. I'd only tried. I still feel really bad about it, so I sped up to Caroline and Stefan's room.
Lucky for me, Stefan wasn't home, so Caroline was just sitting alone with her planning.
"Can you take Elena out of the house?" I asked. She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Gotten tired of her? You shouldn't be, she's your singer," she said, putting her four binders down on the bed.
"No, I'm not tired of her, but I wanna surprise her with Christmas dinner, and I can't do that, when she's in the house and down in the kitchen, asking me about compulsion," I said, feeling more and more annoyed with blondie. Couldn't she just do as I asked? Was it really that tough to go fucking shopping?
"Alright. I'll take her out. We'll be gone in 20 minutes. Don't burn the food."
"Ha, ha, very funny, Barbie!"
I sort of had fun in the kitchen, while cooking dinner. It had been a while since I had gotten to go all out like this, and I enjoyed working on several different dishes at once.
It was all even more worth it, when the girls came home and Elena started gaping at the dinner table. She really needed to get some new face expressions, because I hadn't been kidding when I'd said it could give a boy wrong ideas. Even though she was still just a 16-year-old, she didn't look it. She looked more woman-like than most other girls her age, and even though I knew it was wrong, I was attracted to her.
Not that I was going to act on it. Elena was still 16 years old, and on top of that, there was no sexual interest between us right now. Even if there was, I wasn't going to act on it – maybe if she had turned, but not before that.
I had never done gentle sex and I wasn't interested in it either. Sex wasn't supposed to be gentle and loving – it was supposed to be done hard, rough and satisfying. And that was the only ways I ever did it. Elena was still a virgin (or at least I hoped so – if not, I'd have to have a serious talk with the Donovan kid) and I didn't wanna let loose around her. Humans died so easily during sex, and I couldn't take that risk with her.
"You really did all of this, Damon?"
She was suddenly standing right in front of me, her eyes still widened with surprise.
"What can I say? I like to cook," I said casually, shrugging my shoulders. She smiled at me and then returned to the table, to sit down. Stefan and Caroline was already sitting down and I walked towards my bedroom.
"Aren't you joining us?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned my head around. Elena was frowning, looking at me. Why the hell couldn't she just let me get out of her hair, so she might have a nice evening with Stefan and Caroline?
"Don't you remember the whole 'I'm dead' part?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Y-you guys can't eat?" she whispered, looking at Caroline and Stefan. Caroline rolled her eyes at me.
"Of course we can eat, Elena, Damon is just being stupid," she said, giving me a certain look. Apparently I was to join them right there and then. I don't know why I actually did as she said – I never took orders from her, usually. But for some reason, I sat down at the table.
At least Elena looked happy, as we all started to eat the dinner I'd prepared for us.
After we'd had the dinner (which was delicious, thanks to yours truly), we sat around the huge Christmas tree in the living room, ready to open presents. Elena did look a bit weird in the face when we started opening the present, until Stefan bothered to tell her that in Europe, presents are opened on the night of the 24th.
While I tried to hide the fact that I kept an eye on Elena when she opened her presents, she definitely noticed. She said a polite thank you after each present she opened from me, but it didn't seem to be genuine.
I was at a loss for words. How could she not be happy? I had bought her so many things and spent so much money, to make her happy and there she was, just saying 'thank you, Damon', not even looking at me. Caroline seemed to be looking a me grudgingly as well.
I simply did not get it, and I didn't wanna bother trying to understand it.
"Thank you, Damon."
"Alright, that's it. I don't know what I've done and I don't give a shit, so I'm gonna go." I stood up from the floor and sped up to my room, changing out of the ridiculous sweater Caroline made me wear, and back into a button-up shirt. I put on more perfume, make sure my hair was sitting in a way I like and then I was off to the city.
Who the hell did she think she was? I spent so much money and time on finding presents for her, and she won't even give me a real smile for it?
And why should I even care about that? This just proved that humans are all the stinking same person. Ungrateful little bastards, that I didn't wanna bother with anyway. Singer or not, she could do what she wanted to.
Sadly, I didn't get as far as I wanted to – before I was even out by my car, Caroline had stopped me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, asshole?!" she yelled, glaring at me with fury in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow at her and pulled my wrist from her grip.
"I'm going out to grab a bite," I said with a grim smile, "literally." Caroline already knew what I meant, but I liked being to blunt about it – it usually made her roll her eyes at me and then leave me alone. But apparently not this time.
"I mean, what the hell were you doing with that gift thing? Do you think you can just buy her friendship? I said get something special not something expensive," she raged, pushing me by the chest. I frowned at her.
"What do you mean? I obviously gave her what any girl would have wanted. She can go on a shopping spree and now she has some jewelry too." As much as I liked girls, I had never managed to really understand them. Caroline asked me to go get her something that would make her happy – and I did. And now that wasn't enough, apparently?
"Ugh, you're horrible, Damon! You needed to get her something unique and special. Something you think would fit her and nobody else. Do I need to do everything for you?" she said, still looking pretty angry.
"Well, you can do that if you want to. I'm done. Elena doesn't like me and she doesn't mean shit to me either, so I don't give a fuck. See ya," I said and sped into my car. I didn't even got to turn it on, before she was sitting on the side of me.
"Alright, so now you're lying to me? She's your singer, Damon, you love her. So, why can't you just do something special for her," she asked, grabbing the key from me. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Fine, I'll figure something out, if you'll just leave me the fuck alone," I said, desperate to get out of here. She suddenly smiled at me and gave me back the keys.
"Good. I'll see you back in there, then," she said and jumped out of the car. I won't ever understand girls, I could tell you that much.
I hated Caroline. Sometimes, I really seriously hated her. For some reason, I had taken her advice and now I was standing in front of Elena's door, with a little wooden box in my hands. I hated the feeling of being a bit nervous, so I tried to shake it off, before I knocked on her door.
"Elena? Can I come in?" I tried not to sound too strict, since she probably wasn't in the best mood. I hear her rustling around with stuff in her room – maybe she forgot that we have super hearing.
"I don't believe my answer matters, so," she said. I rolled my eyes and opened the door, looking at her. She was re-arranging her closet, it seemed. Her journal was lying on her bed, closed, and once again I felt so curious about what might be inside – but just like when I had given her the first journal she ever got, I knew it would be a total breach of the little trust we had in each other.
"I... I wanted to give you this," I said, looking down at the little wooden box in my hands. It had been in my room forever, but I had kept it polished and nice, and now, it was time to give it to Elena.
"What, a diamond studded necklace? Or just pure diamonds? I'm sorry to tell you that you wasted your money. I don't want all your expensive things," she said, not even turning around and looking at me. She was busy, hanging dresses into her closet.
"I didn't buy this," I said, already feeling like this was going to go wrong.
"Oh, so you stole it? I still don't want it, Damon, just give up already," she said, throwing three pairs of jeans on the bed.
"It was my mother's. I wanted to give it to you." I looked down at the little box and remembered when my mom gave it to me. It was a painful memory, watching her lying in bed, all pale and with blood on her lips. I was old enough to understand that her end was near and I was heartbroken. How was I supposed to live without a mom at age 13?
"Oh, she's a bloodsucker like you? Probably just as vicious and sarcastic." She scoffed from the closet and grabbed some clothes off the floor.
"Actually, she died when I was 13..." I said, giving up on trying to make her understand how much it meant to me.
"I'm sorry, Damon..."
"Whatever. If you want it, it's yours."
I put it on the table right inside the door and then left, slamming the door after me. For the first time in over a century, tears were pressing behind my eyes. However much I liked to deny that I had any feelings, my mother was a sore subject. After she died, I was left with my father and we were never very good friends – it didn't help that he kept slapping me around, telling me to grow up and be a real man. And then Katherine had come around and made everything so much worse.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes to get rid of the pesky tears – no way I was going to cry. I'm not Stefan, that's not my thing.
Instead, I continued the plan I'd thought about earlier and sped to Kelly's house. When I got there, she was the only one home, lying in her bed and watching TV – perfect. I sped to her and had her compelled before she even knew what was going on. Soon, we were both naked and I was fucking her so hard she was probably waking up the neighbors. I roughly pushed her head to the side and dug into her neck with my fangs, letting all my frustration from Elena go into fucking Kelly into oblivion.
I pulled out of her, just before my release and suck even harder on her neck, as I came over her body. I knew I'd given her some orgasms too, even though it didn't matter to me, so I rolled over to the side and worked on catching my breath again. Well, at least make it seem like I had to catch my breath. The less I had to erase from her memory, the better.
It wasn't until a few minutes later, that I realized something was wrong. Kelly wasn't breathing harshly next to me, like she usually did after sex. Actually, now that I was listening, I couldn't hear her heart either.
Fuck.
I had fucking killed her.
This was not the way my night was supposed to end. Well, at least she died in a bliss. I quickly got dressed and then worked on covering up her death. It sucked that I had killed her – she wasn't a bad companion, when I let her remember, and I'd had fun with her. I guess that was over now, though.
In the end, I buried her in the forest and left a note for her quarterback son, that she'd left and didn't know when she would be coming back. I knew it was like Kelly to disappear like that and not come back for a long time, so this would have to do.
When I left the note, I felt a pang of guilt. It was a very weird feeling – one I haven't had for many years, mind you. I had taken away that Matt boy's mom, just like my own mom had been taken away. At least he didn't have an abusive father to deal with.
I would probably have to help him financially, somehow. Pretend like Kelly was sending money back home.
Even though I hated what I was turning into, I was beginning to accept that Elena had changed me – not for the better, but I had changed. While I didn't like Matt for going on dates with Elena (I still wasn't actually sure how far they ever went – I'd have to check up on that soon), I didn't feel like I could just leave him high and dry, after killing his mom.
That was the least I could do.
*Gasp*. Did I really just do that? Yep, I did. Let me know in a review what you thought of Kelly dying or just let me know what you thought of the entire chapter. Anything will warm my heart so much, that I may die, considering it's pretty hot here already.
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