Chapter 17: Damon

The brunette looked into the mirror, her heart still beating rapidly as she touched her throat lightly. It was sore, which meant one thing, it would soon bruise. Hanging her head, she listened to the party going on outside the bathroom and closed her eyes. Caroline had called 5 times and she had yet to answer. She was to busy thinking of their situation and the next step to the game they were playing. Stefan was angry, was out for blood, a lot of it. They needed more than a plan A. More like a plan A, B, C, D, E, F AND a G. Tilting her head back slowly, she checked her neck to see a form of a bruise already beginning to appear.

"Fuck." She hissed as she grabbed her purse and turned to the door.

Opening the door, she gasped in surprise as a pair of lips attacked hers causing her to moan. Kicking the door shut, Damon pinned her against the counter as he pulled her lip between his teeth, drawing a hiss out of her. Clutching onto his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around his neck, twining her tongue with his. Groaning, he lifted her onto the counter, pressing against her as she moaned into his mouth. Pulling back, she tried to catch her breath.

"D...Damon, we need to talk." She spoke, her voice raspy.
"I'm listening." He told her, kissing along her jaw, his tongue lathering her earlobe.
"Fuck," She moaned, digging her nails into the back of his neck, "Damon!"
"Mmhm?" He kissed down the side of her neck, suckling at her skin.
"Uh, I...we..."
"I'm listening!" He answered in a sing voice, moving along her neck until he suddenly stopped, "What the hell?"
"W..what?"

Pulling back, he pressed his hands to the side of her neck gently and tipped her chin up with his thumbs slowly. Seeing the already darkening bruise, his eyes narrowed as he seen the look of pain on Elena's face. Gently letting go, he tucked her hair behind her ear as their eyes met.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Damon asked softly.
"I was trying to...and then I just got all hot and bothered,"
"Oh Elena," He laughed, looking her over, "Who touched you?"
"Stefan, "She swallowed, answering truthfully, "He was here."
"I'll kill him if he keeps this up," He stroked her cheek, "What did-"

"He say? That I shouldn't be threatening him, because I won't like what I see."
"What else, hmm?" He pressed his hands either side of her on the counter.
"That I would be the first on his list." She murmured.
"Oh, did he now?" Damon frowned, getting angrier.
"We can sort it, we will."
"I won't be happy until he's a buried corpse."
"He's your brother." She responded, trying to make him see sense.
"He touched you, more than once that is. He is dead! Anyone who lays a finger on you, is dead."

Feeling butterflies in her stomach, she leaned forward as she brushed her lips against his. Instantly calming down, he kissed her back, sliding his hands around her waist. Pulling away, she kissed him again softly as he helped her down from the counter and opened up the door. Leading her out and through the crowed, he laced their fingers together as they walked over to Caroline.

"Where the hell have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone!?"
"Uhm, I had a little accident." Elena motioned to her neck, tilting her head.
"Oh my, what happened?"
"Stefan happened." Damon hissed.

"Is that what the text was about?" Caroline asked.
"Yeah literally just happened before I sent it."
"Time to call Katherine?"
"Time to call Katherine." Elena agreed.

The elevator was hot and stuffy. It turns out that today was going to be a major heat wave. The kind of heat wave when you just want to be in a tub of ice cubes. The brunette and blonde waited for the elevator to come to a stop. Sighing in relief, they stepped out, heading down the long corridor.

"Which number?" Caroline questioned.
"45 if I remember correctly." Elena stopped at the door.
"This is is then." Raising her fist, the blonde knocked on the door.
"Yup, time for a nice and long chat."
"Hello girls." Katherine greeted, opening the door wide.

Elena walked in past her and looked around, quirking an eyebrow. It wasn't exactly what she had expected, she expected more out there, not so calm and warm like it was. Caroline had the same thought it seems when she looked around. Katherine closed the door.

"Drinks?"
"No thanks. Let's just do this." Elena sat on the couch beside Caroline.
"Right, well fill me in on what happened then." Katherine sat opposite.
"Uh, well I was choked and threatened in the same night?"
"He didn't take the threat well then?"
"Clearly not!" The blonde snapped.

"Well, seems were back to planning then."
"When are you exactly coming into this?"
"When he's at a breaking point." Katherine explained.
"Which will be?" The blonde prodded impatiently.
"When we get him there."

"Of course." Elena sighed, rubbing her face.
"I found something interesting last night." Katherine grabbed paper from her printer.
"What is it?" Elena frowned, raising an eyebrow.
"Read it." She passed it over to her.
"Salvatore kills girlfriend of 3 years. Who did Stefan kill? 3 years?"
"This is actually the funny part," She nodded, "Flip it over."

Turning the page over, she licked her lips and looked it over, freezing. She held her hand to her chest, her breath catching in her throat as she stared down at the articles picture. Big, center and middle.

Damon.

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed! :D

Shauna

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