Hey everyone!
I know it has been so long (literally months) since I last posted a chapter and I am so sorry but with school and everything I have had very little time to write. But I am finally back and with an amazing, but a little short chapter, to kick off not only the end of my hectic first semester but also the return and the 100th episode of TVD! How unbelievably AMAZING was it!
Because it has been a while I will give a brief refresher of what happened to our favourite TVD couple...
Elena admitted to loving Damon and Elena being Elena likes to hide from the truth and accused him of compelling her into saying that. Damon being Damon snapped, that being the final straw and told her he would be leaving as soon as everything was back to normal. Elena starts to panic and realize she would rather forget everything then have to remember Damon leaving her and FINALLY admits to both herself and him that she does truly love him, ending with multiple rounds between the sheets.
Enjoy :)
Bound To You
Chapter 15:
"Damon?" I say as I walk into the Boarding House.
I quickly look around for a light switch, anything to light up the room but give up quickly not being able to see my hand in front of my face. I feel around for a moment trying to find my bearings, as soon as I feel the cool wood paneling beneath my fingers, I start to feel my way down the hall to the stairs.
It's half way up the stairs when I feel it. A heavy sense of darkness thickening the air around me, making it harder to breathe.
"Damon?" I call out again, very aware of the goosebumps on my arms.
That was strike one.
I quickly make my way to the top of the staircase and stand there. The light from the moon was eliminating the hallway and stopped right outside Damon's bedroom.
Every bone and every nerve in my body was telling me to run the other way. They were practically screaming at me every time I took a step towards his door, closer to the man I love. By the time I was standing just outside his door, it felt as if someone were physically holding me back. Unwilling to let go of me.
And that's when I heard it.
The sound of a women laughing. It was a menacing laugh. A laugh filled with a strange amount of satisfaction.
Strike two.
Against every bone in my body, I put my hand on the doorknob of Damon's room and slowly turn it. The air seemed to get even thicker as I push open the door reveling the most gut wrenching sight on the other side.
Strike three.
"Damon!" I quietly yell, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I rush towards Damon's four-poster bed. "Damon you need to wake up." I say as I shaking his body.
I stop for a second, and raise my hand allowing the light to illuminate the blood on my hand. "Damon you need to wake up! Damon please!" I start pleading.
I don't try to stop the tears as they slide down my face, as I examine Damon. There he laid, completely naked and bathed in his own blood. I finger his wounds, noticing how they aren't healing. 'Why isn't he healing?'
I quickly look around and find a knife on his bedside table. Without any ounce of hesitation, I slice my wrist open and press it against his lips. "You need to drink, Damon." I say as I forcefully pry his jaw open, "Drink, damn it!"
"You can't help him." the voice says laughing, "you're too late."
"No! Damon! Please wake up! You can't leave me! Please, you can't leave me!"
"No! Damon! Please! Please don't leave me!"
"Elena? Elena!"
My eyes snap open, "Oh my god, oh my god." I whisper as I feel someone pull me against them. I turn my head and my heart instantly calms down at the sight of Damon's blue eyes looking back at me. "Thank God," I whisper as I cup Damon's cheeks, resting my forehead against his, "you're okay. You're really okay." I whisper against his lips.
I pull back and instantly notice the worried look on his face. "It was just a bad dream. Really I'm okay."
"Elena, you don't need to hide from me. You don't need to pretend to be strong around me." Damon whispers, kissing my forehead, "Please, tell me Elena."
I roll on to my back as I release a big breath, "The dream was weird." I say after a while of us lying in silence.
"Weird?"
"Yeah. The dream was unbelievably vivid, almost to the point where it felt incredibly real. The weird thing about it though, " I say as I look back over at Damon, "was I didn't feel like I was in control of anything. I felt like a puppet in my own-"
"World?" Damon asks his voice empty of any emotion.
"Yeah." I say cautiously, "What's going on Damon?"
"Vampire's have this unique ability to get into someone's head and create, and alter someone's dreams."
"Yes? How does that apply-? You think that's what happened."
Damon fingered the locket around my neck, "Yes."
"But how? I'm wearing Vervain."
"The Vervain will prevent a vampire from getting in your head, but a witch," Damon says as he props himself up on his elbow, "nothing is keeping a witch out of your pretty little head. Only a very powerful witch can have the source of magic needed to get into someone's head like that. I've only met a handful of them in my long life capable of doing it."
"Do you think the witch that has been screwing with the binding spell is the same witch messing with my head?"
"I wouldn't put it past someone with an unbelievably large amount of power and an obvious grudge, not to."
I flip myself over and grown into my pillow, "Why the hell is this happening to me!"
"We could go over the 'what ifs' all day if we wanted to but that would just be wasting a lot of time that we could be doing this," Damon says kissing the back of my neck, "or this," he kisses the top of my spine while dancing this fingers along my thigh, "or this." he rolls me back over onto my back, and smashing his lips onto mine. I moan as he forces my lips open.
"You're trying to distract me." I say as I try to regain my breathing but finding it extremely difficult as soon as Damon starts kissing his way down my neck, scrapping his teeth on my pulse point.
"Well," he says against my neck causing a hot ball of lust to shoot down to my core, "is it working?"
"Mnhm." I mumble as I scrap my nails down Damon muscular back igniting a hiss from him.
Taking him by surprise I flip us over so I'm straddling his hips. I look at the Damon's side table and pick up and abandoned tie, and quickly tie his wrists together and to the headboard.
"Someone's kinky." Damon says smirking.
"Are you really complaining?"
"Nope. Definitely not." he says as I kiss down his neck. Enjoying every moment of his hard body against mine, "Although if you had a can of whipped cream and a bull whip, this would be a fantasy come to life."
Well that got my attention, "And let me guess, that's just one of many?"
"Are you offering to recreate all of my fantasies, Miss. Gilbert?"
"Only if your offering, Mr. Salvatore." I smirk down at him.
In a flash I was on my back Damon hovering over me, grinding a very awakened body part against me causing me to moan, "God, please stop teasing me."
"But where is the fun in that?" he whispers evilly in my ear.
"Damon!"
That's when we're interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, making us both groan in frustration.
"Saved my the doorbell." Damon whispers.
I groan again as he pulls me out of bed. We quickly get presentable, and make our way downstairs to the front door. The atmosphere instantly changes as we make our way closer and closer towards the door.
Damon's whole body becomes tense as he opens the door.
"Damon?" I ask.
"Oh my god." I hear him whisper almost too quiet for me to hear.
"Hello Damon."
'Who the hell is this?'
And there you have it. The end of another chapter with a bit of something to keep you guessing.
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