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Chapter 24
I don't know why
You want to follow me tonight
When the rest of the world
With whom I've crossed and I've quarreled
Lets me down so
For a thousand reasons that I know
To share forever the unrest
With all the demons I possess
Beneath the silver moon
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
Eighth and Ocean Drive
With all the vampires and their brides
We're all bloodless and blind
And longing for a life
Beyond the silver moon
Tired of Being Sorry by Enrique Iglesias
Layla's POV
Is it wrong that I'm actually having a lot of fun right now? Like way too much fun. Fun to the point of bursting.
Damon Salvatore knows how to throw a party. There's more people crammed into the boarding house then were even at his birthday party. Maybe this sounds like a dumb idea since I'm a brand new vampire and I'm in a house with hundreds of humans. And it probably would be if I hadn't been snacking on blood bags all day and if my boyfriend wasn't teaching me how to discreetly feed from said humans. Snatch, eat, erase. It had such a nice ring to it. Although anything that came out of that man's mouth had a nice ring to it. I swear if Damon just stood in front of me and read out of the dictionary I'd probably get turned on.
"You…uh…seem to be enjoying yourself." Jeremy Gilbert is standing hip to hip with me; he seems confused by my elation.
I'm dancing in a throng of people under backlights. I'm wearing a skin tight sleeveless dress, hot pink, and almost too short to be decent. I feel amazing. I laugh heartily at his remark and wrap my arms around his neck. I swear his cheeks flood with color as I implore him to dance with me. I guess the two of us didn't know each other well. But I feel amazing and I don't really care.
"Please tell me you are not dirty dancing with my little brother?" Elena walks up with a grin. I laugh again and step back from Jeremy who's still flushed but smiling.
"Not dirty dancing, just dancing! I'm trying to get to know him better!" She shakes her head and hands me a red cup filled with some kind of alcohol. "I think I should feel a little guilty." She looks at me questioningly.
"Huh? Why did something happen with Jeremy?" I almost spit my drink out. I guess the statement did have bad timing.
"No! I meant I feel guilty that I'm having such a good time. Shouldn't I be depressed right now? After all I've been through, after having my humanity stolen?" She seems to think about it for a moment. She unexpectedly pulls me into a hug.
"It's good that you're having fun. I'm still not adjusted to this whole vampire thing. Trust me I know about the crazy mood swings. So if you can, focus on the good ones. If you're happy right now then bask in it, be as happy as you can and maybe it will overshadow the bad. We all love you Layla. I wish this wouldn't have happened but I'm glad to see you doing well with this." I don't deserve friends as good as her.
"Are you guys being mushy? Aren't we supposed to be dancing?" Caroline joins us. She looks almost as happy as I feel. I get the feeling she's hiding something.
"You're right! Let's dance!" We sway our hips in time to the music, laughing and watching the people around us. I'm starting to feel hungry again. I wonder where my boyfriend's run off to? Dumb question, he's probably off conspiring with his brother. The depressing and anger filled plotting should be held off for the night. I don't want to think about anything bad right now. I take a deep breath and speak clearly, I know he'll hear me.
"Damon Salvatore, your ass better be down here in the next five minutes or I'm riding off into the sunset with Jeremy." Elena and Caroline crack up next to me.
"What's the sudden interest in my brother?" I wink at Elena.
"You said it yourself he thinks I'm cute! I mean I guess I'm a little old for him but Damons got a hundred and fifty years on me so it's really not that bad." We all chuckle at our little game. Just trying to rile Damon up.
Of course it doesn't take five minutes…more like five seconds. I feel a playful nip on my neck before being spun into the arms of the man I most wanted to see. He's mock glaring at me, hands gripping my hips almost possessively.
"Really princess? If you're trying to make me jealous at least go for someone other than baby Gilbert, it's just not believable." I press myself against him, he grins and begins to move with me.
"I really don't think anyone could quite measure up to you. Anytime we're around other women I get glares from every direction. You Mr. Salvatore are too sexy for your own good." I'm not lying; even now the girls here are shooting me jealous looks.
"Don't I know it." I smack his chest and roll my eyes. Arrogant ass vampire. He leans down untl his lips are rigt at my ear. "How about we give them something to really be jealous of?" My breath hitches at his sensual voice.
Good to his word Damon presses his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. His tongue snakes into my mouth, tangling with my own. His grip tightens on my hips, pulling me ever closer to his body. He's definitely done this on purpose. He knows my emotions are out of whack. He knows I'd let him take me on the floor in front of all of these damn people if he asked. My hands thrust into is hair, I kiss him more fiercly. I know we have to be getting a few stares at this point. His hands leave my hips instead squeezing my ass. I moan unconsciously and grind against him. I can feel his smirk against my lips. A moment later he pulls back looking more than a little smug.
"Hmmm. I do believe people stopped glaring and are now just gawking." I should probably be embarrassed but I'm really not. I just laugh at Damon's statement.
"I'm hungry." I say it quietly but I know he can hear me.
"I'm hungry for something else entirely." He wiggles his eyebrows in that dramatic way of his. "But I know what you mean. You know what to do, just be discreet. I'll be right behind you to keep you in check."
I decide to go to the back yard, there's only a few overly drunk people out here. One girl in particular has left the crowd behind entirely. It looks like she's just gotten off the phone with someone. I make my way to her with ease, no one is watching me, except Damon who is engaged in conversation with a couple girls a little ways behind me.
"Oh hi. You're Layla right? Elena told me you're dating Damon Salvatore, lucky girl!" She's blonde and has a bright smile, she smells delicious.
"This isn't going to hurt, just stay still and quiet." She repeats the words back to me mechanically as I lean forward and bite into her slender neck.
It's like a drug coursing through my veins. Hunger, thirst, all sated. It's comfort and pleasure. It's exactly what I needed. I can feel her pulse against my tongue. I want to drain her dry so this feeling doesn't have to stop too soon. It would be completely natural to kill her, she's my prey.
"Layla, you have to stop now or you're going to kill her." I think I growl at whoever is stupid enough to interrupt my meal. "As sexy as that was you really have to stop. C'mon sweetheart."
The voice finally registers and I pull away from the girl. I look her in the eyes again. "You aren't going to remember anything that happened. Go home and eat something and go to bed." She walks away like nothing ever happened.
"Thanks for stopping me. Sorry I didn't listen at first." I turn to Damon and smile weakly. He leans down and licks the corner of my mouth; apparently I was a little messy.
"When do you ever listen to me?" Damon takes his hand in mine and leads me back to the house. I feel in control of myself.
I rejoin the girls when Damon goes off to find his brother again.
"You almost made half the people in here have an aneurism with that little show earlier." I let out a sigh at Elena's comment. Damn Damon.
"More like you made everyone in here horny. The second I walk into a room with you two in it I can feel the sexual tension. I think you guys need to just spend a week in bed and never leave." I laugh loudly at Caroline.
The three of us keep drinking and dancing, I think even more people have arrived. It's about an hour later that I see Carolines eyes go wide and a blush form on her cheeks. Caroline blushing? I spin around to see Klaus and another man walking up to us. The man is obviously over dressed in a dark blue suit, but he looks damn good in it.
"Hello Ms. Aston. I heard the dreadful news of your transformation and thought I should offer my condolences but you seem to be doing quite well. Vampirism is treating you quite nicely I think." Klaus takes my hand and presses his lips to it.
"Uh, thanks." He almost seems sincere. He walks past me to follow a now retreating Caroline. What's up with those two?
"Oh wow. It's been a while Elijah, how are you?" So this is the other Mikaelson. Elena is smiling warmly at the man almost as if they're friends. He is a mighty fine looking man.
"I'm quite well Elena, and yourself?" He speaks very politely.
"I'm great. Oh, this is my friend Layla. I'm sure Klaus has told you about her." He turns to me with a smile. I hold my hand out to him and he shakes it.
"Yes. It's lovely to meet you Ms. Aston. I'm Elijah Mikaelson." I suddenly feel very exposed and under dressed around him. But really it's him who's overdressed.
"My favorite Original!" Damon appears beside me. Stefan is behind him wrapping his arm around Elena.
"Ah, hello Damon. Niklaus said you'd like to have a word with us tonight." Both Elena and I look to Damon questioningly.
"Not tonight. Tonight is stress free fun time for my lady friend. Your brother knew that, he probably just wanted to drag you to a party to see how you'd react." Elijah shakes his head in annoyance.
"Of course he did. That sounds exactly like something he'd do." I find myself laughing behind my hand. Elijah looks to me with amusement twinkling in his eyes. "It seems you've finally found someone to spend your life with Damon, that's good. Perhaps you'll be less hostile and careless now." Now Elena and Stefan join in the laughter. Damon glares at the older man.
My feet are actually beginning to hurt from my heels. I excuse myself from the group and head to my bedroom. The second my shoes are off and put away in my closet I hear a sound behind me. Damon is leaning against my door frame looking way to attractive for his own good. The top two button of his shirt are undone, his hair messy from the dancing.
"Are you going to follow me everywhere I go from now on?" He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards me.
"Probably. Why do you even keep anything in here? You should just move it all to my room." I don't know why this simple statement makes me happy. I already lived with him; we slept together almost every night.
"I could do that. Although I don't think all my clothes will fit in your room. You own more clothing than I do." He rolls his eyes. I grab my picture of him off my table and blur into his room and set it on his table next to the picture of him and his brother. He scoffs behind me.
"Are you kidding me? That's what you put in here first? You know…you still owe me some pictures…" He trails off seductively. Before I know what's happening I'm pinned to the bed below him.
And just like that I'm back to wanting him more than I've ever wanted anything.
"Eww guys! Really!?" Caroline is standing outside Damon's bedroom with Klaus. She looks disgusted.
"Fuck off Barbie!" Damon runs to the door and closes it.
I'm barely a step behind him. The second he turns back around I push him against the now closed door. My lips smash to his in pure need. He spins me so now I'm against the door.
"You're an inpatient little thing tonight aren't you?" I pull his lips back to mine.
While his arms trap me against the door my hands slip to his chest and quickly unbutton his shirt. I wasn't big on ruining clothing as expensive as his. He of course has other ideas; my dress is torn from my body. I'd be pissed if I wasn't so damn horny. His pants soon join the rest of the clothing a long with my underwear.
"Please, no foreplay. I need you." He growls into my ear and lifts me to wrap my legs around his waist.
"Fuck!" He enters me harshly.
He thrusts into me with enough force to shake the door I'm still pinned to.
"I've been waiting for this all night." I claw at his back as he whispers into my ear. I must break the skin because the smell of blood is suddenly in the air. He hisses out in both pleasure and pain and thrusts even harder.
My senses are controlling me. Damon smirks even now. "Go ahead princess." I don't need to be asked twice. I bite into his neck.
His blood rushes through me with the force of a hurricane. Oh God. I've never felt anything like this. His blood isn't like a humans, it's purely Damon. Everything I love and I can feel his love for me. I'm moaning loudly. I think I too feel a sting as his own fangs enter me. And now it's a whole new experience. I'm no longer Layla Aston and he's no longer Damon Salvatore, we're one being. We are supposed to be together, how did I ever doubt that? We fit together perfectly in every way.
I only pull away because the pleasure is too great. I'm on the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life. I need him here with me.
"Come with me." He grunts loudly and pulls away from my neck. The animalistic look in his eyes does me in. I think I scream.
"Oh, fuck!" I bring him with me with such force that I feel it all the way to my toes.
"Bed." I murmur the words. He moves us to the familiar comfort of his bed. I lazily tuck myself into his side.
"I've never blood shared with another vampire like that before." He sounds awe struck.
"Is that what that was? It was pretty intense." He wraps his arm lazily around me.
"Everything with me is intense." I lagh and press a kiss to his chest. I'm too weak to slap him right now. I'm drifting close to sleep when Damon speaks again this time quietly.
"Layla?" He sounds different. Almost vulnerable again.
"Hm?" I'm fighting to keep my eyes open.
"When this is all over, when it's safe for you, I want to get out of Mystic Falls for a while, maybe a long while. I want to take you to the places I love. Italy, France, maybe somewhere in the tropics. Just somewhere peaceful and beautiful. I want to make you happy. Would you like that? Would you go with me?" I think this is the first time I've ever heard a hint of shyness in his voice.
"Of course I would. I'd love that. It sounds like a dream." He lets out a contented sigh.
"It's not a dream. We'll do it soon, I promise. I know you didn't want this to happen to you this way and neither did I. But the thought of spending eternity with you…it makes me happy…really fucking happy. I love you." I smile against his chest and let my eyes close again.
"I love you too Damon."