Hey Everyone! So here is chapter 5.

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Bound To You

Chapter 5:

"Damon, this is my car."

"Yes but I'm driving, so I get to pick the radio station."

"No you don't!"

We have been driving for an hour. Everything was fine until I decided to turn on the radio, and because I'm with Damon, it caused all hell to break loose. "Stop changing the station!" I say slapping his hand away from the buttons, only resulting in him grabbing my wrist.

"Elena." he says in a warning tone.

"Fine. Do whatever the hell you want." he grins triumphantly. "You win."

He turns it on to a country station and I immediately grown, "Do you actually like this music?" I asked a little horrified.

"God no." he says smirking at me, "But I know how much you hate it."

I glare at him as I open the glove compartment and take out my iPod. "No, no, no." he says as he snatches the iPod from my hands, "you're going to put up with this until we get to Georgia."

"Damon." I whine, "Please don't do this to me." I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Nope." he says popping the 'P', "That look is not going to work on me."

I groan only igniting a laugh out of him.

For the next hour and a half, I had to listen to that crap. By the end I wanted to stab my eardrums out.

When we finally pulled up to a bar I all but jumped out of the car, heaving a giant sigh of relief that the torture was over. I look at the exterior of the bar, noticing how it looked a lot like Bree's bar from our first road trip down here.

I look over at Damon; his eyes darken as he looks at the bar. "Damon, is this-"

"It is." he interrupts his voice cold, only to soften as he continues, "Well it was."

I put my hand on the leather arm of his jacket, stopping him from opening the door. "What do you mean 'it was'?" I ask. I can tell from the tension in his shoulders where this was heading.

After a moment of him looking at anything but me, he turns and looks me right in the eye, "She died." The intensity in his eyes gave away the hidden meaning behind what he was saying. He killed her.

"You're an asshole." I say as I push past him and open the door to the bar.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" I hear from behind, me right before I hit the barrier. I turn around and look at him glaring at me. "Are you fucking serious right now?"

"No Damon. I am perfectly fine with you killing an innocent person." I spit back at him, low enough that none of the humans in the bar, would hear.

"Bree was anything but innocent Sweetheart, regarding any aspect of her life." He says with a smirk, but he's blue eyes were still cold as ice.

"Are you seriously going to joke," I say as I walk right up to him and poke him in the chest, emphasizing each word, "about you sex life with her. You killed her."

Before I could blink he had his hand around my wrist and spun me around and slammed my back into his hard chest. "I will do whatever the hell I want, Elena." He whispers into my ear. The unconscious growl in his throat causes my heartbeat to increase, but not out of fear but out of excitement. I'm so full of rage that I completely ignore what Damon is doing to me. "You have no right to judge me for killing that traitorous bitch. She deserved a more painful death, then what I gave her. And don't even try to kid yourself, Elena. I don't regret killing her, if anything I regret not dragging out her death until she begged me to rip her heart out." He says as he forcefully releases me and continues to walk to the bar.

As I follow behind him, I think over what Damon said. 'Traitorous bitch? What the hell does he mean by that?' I sit down in the bar stool beside Damon. I look over and watch him silently. The tension in his jaw gives away all the anger that was building up within him, and knowing Damon as well as I do, it won't take much to make him snap.

I turn away from him and call over the bartender.

"Hey gorgeous. What can I get you?" he says with a cute little smile. I give him a quick look over. He's pretty cute. He had brown hair, dark brown eyes, not an overly muscular body but not scrawny looking. He has a very 'boy next door' kind of look. Before I started dating vampires he would have been exactly the kind of guy I would have gone out with. A sweet guy that would bring me home before curfew and play stupid video games with my brother, but now that's all kind of boring to me. It's not that I feel like none of that still important; I still feel that way about the guy that I spend the rest of my life with. But it all seems kind of ordinary. There's nothing really exciting about it.

"Um...?"

"Ben." he says with a twinkle in his eye.

"Ben," I say with a flirty little smile, "I'd like a beer and a refilled on whatever that asshole's having." I say nodding in Damon's direction.

I can see Damon rolling his eyes in my peripheral vision as he knocks back the rest of, what I'm assuming was bourbon.

"No problem," he says with a chuckle.

I turn back to Damon to see him giving me a disbelieving look. But I could have sworn that for a second I saw hurt flash in his eyes, but it was gone before I could make sure that's what I saw. "Seriously?"

"What?" I ask defensively.

"You broke up with my brother a couple of hours ago and your already hitting on some stranger, who only wants to get in and out of your pants. Wow," he says with a chuckle, "maybe you do have more in common with Katherine, than your looks." he throws the insult into my face.

The hurt of his words hit my heart hard. Damon has said that before but it didn't hurt this much. 'Why does it hurt more this time?' There is no way in hell, I'm going to let him know that he's getting to me. So I decide to take a page out of the 'Damon Salvatore Handbook' and put up the wall he's so famous for having. "Ouch." I say with a smirk, "At least I have the decency to break up with a guy before I move onto someone else. Plus," I say looking at Ben fixing our drinks, "I'm doing it to get a free drink."

"You really think that's going to get you, your beer for free?" he asks disbelieving.

"Nope. I'm going to get your bourbon for free too."

"I doubt that."

"You want to bet?" The idea if making a fool out of the infamous Damon Salvatore was just too tempting to pass up.

"Fine, but if I win, every time a guy hits on you tonight, you'll make out with me." he says smirking as he sees my confidence diminish. "What are you afraid that you'll lose?"

"No," I rush a little to quickly, "Fine. But when I win, you're going to let me drive your car."

Damon absolutely loves his Camaro. It truly was his baby. He once told me that he would probably rather someone stake him than let them drive his car, which only made this the best payback.

"No, no, no." he says completely horrified. "That is definitely not happening."

"Awe. Your scared." I say mockingly.

"I'm not scared." he pauses as Ben walks over to us with our drinks, "Fine. Deal." he says as we shake on it.

Ben places the drinks on the bar, before sliding Damon's drink towards him.

I close my eyes as I take a sip of my beer, enjoying the bubbles going down my throat, causing moan to escape from my throat. When I open my eyes, my cheeks instantly heat up when I see how Ben's eyes were filled with lust. 'Oh my god, Elena! Seriously? You had to moan?' I internally scaled myself. I turn away from Ben as I try to control my blushing only to quickly fail, from the look on Damon's face. His eye's where so dark someone could have mistaken them for black. The awkward tension, from the moment, radiated throughout his whole body, making it very clear how effective he was by my idiotic moan.

I clear my throat before I looked back at Ben, "Anyways...' I say snapping both Ben and Damon back into reality, "How much do I owe you?" I ask with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't worry about it." he says, clears his throat slightly, "They're both on the house."

"Thanks." I say as I pull a groaning Damon from his stool.

As Damon and I walk up to the abandoned pool table off to the right of the bar, I turn to him smirking, "It seems I am the first person to ever be driving Damon Salvatore's precious car."

"Uh. No you're not." I raise a brow challengingly, "That moan was cheating. You were supposed to flirt with him not get him 'excited'. Ergo you failed." he says smirking back at me.

"No, no, no. 1 the moan was completely unintentional," I say as he snorts in disbelief, "and 2 even if it was intentional-"

"Which it was."

"-there was no rule against anything other than flirting."

"Fine. Than we'll play pool, every time the other person takes a shot you drink and the first one to make a fool out of themselves looses."

"You have to drink twice as much because of your unbelievable alcohol tolerance."

"Deal."

After the first few games I started to forget how much both Damon and I drank. After about game 5 Damon and I both decided to call it a tie because honestly neither of us were actually paying attention to the score, that or Damon didn't want to admit I won and be forced to let me drive his baby.

I was finally able to relax and have fun with a friend, if I can even call Damon that. Unbeknownst to me, my night was going to get very interesting, very fast.

So that was chapter 5. i really hope you guys enjoyed it. This chapter did end with a bit of a cliff-hanger but the torture will be worth it. Chapter 6 has been one of my favourites to write, so hang in there.

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