Damon could not take his eyes off her. It was the essential decisive moment, the way he saw it. Elena would no longer be able to deny what had happened that night between them.
He felt like a kid, with his nose pressed up against the glass, wishing for something on the other side, just out of his reach. He watched the shock that seem to come over her face, and the way she clenched her eyes shut while shaking her head no.
Her room was both sound and smell proof, but he could read her lips. "No, No, No", she was saying.
Damon felt the heart he thought long gone rip just a bit more.
She regretted it. Their one night together. He had given her every opportunity to stop, just so she would not have any regrets, yet she did.
He cursed himself. He should have realized how powerful his vampire persuasion was. He had tried not to use it, but it was as natural to him as breathing had been, when he was human. It had not escaped his notice, how she swooned when he kissed her, or how she seemed almost in a trance state when the exchanged their breaths,
(Something which he had never done with anyone before) but he too had felt swept up in the moment in almost trance like state. He had assumed it was the passion. However, now seeing her reacting, he was not so sure. Maybe, he really had taken advantage of her. The thought of which made him want to go out and meet the sun.
It all seemed to make sense to him now, her denial at his deathbed of anything having happened that night. She had been trying to do him a kindness, and not make him feel guilty.
He continued to watch, while his thoughts and emotions burnt him from the inside out.
There had been a few minutes, of which he could clearly see her arousal. However, of course that too, probably had to do with his persuasiveness. At some point, the bodies own natural reactions are bound to take over, which is what obviously had happened to her.
He saw a hint of his own reflection in the glass, mingled with hers. He too had tears sliding down his face. He wiped them off, and let the vampire in him take over so the agony would stop.
His mind started to think of what to do from here. He would have to stick to the original plan. However if she had responded to him before, he could make her respond to him again, and again, and again.
This thought made him smile. Yes, he would break down her resistance from the inside out. He would use her own body as his personal weapon against her, until she begged for only him.
When he was done, she would never be able to forget him again.
Although he reminded himself, he must not take much blood or be to rough. Nothing must hurt his child.
As if on cue, or reading his mind Elena stood up and slowly approached the mirror. Her hands fell to her stomach. She raised her shirt and turned sideways.
In this moment, their thoughts where shared she clearly looked four maybe 5 months pregnant. The bump, which had been hidden, under layers of gauzy material, now was obvious.
He had just seen her naked the other day, and it was not there then. They both sudden remembered how time went faster in the Dark dimension. They thought of their friend that made the beautiful gowns and jewels, and how big her baby was when they had returned, yet she had been pregnant still when they left. Time on earth was slower. By his calculations, she would only be pregnant for 4.5 months instead of nine down here. If she was already four or five now, than he only had about two months or so before the delivery.
The thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He had not considered this in his plans. How could he of known? Then there was also the bit about his child being different from a natural human child. He had no idea how this would effect the length of the pregnancy.
He clearly needed to make a nursery, and get things ready. Hmm, a birthing room, he thought to himself. Damon started feeling very nervous suddenly, thoughts of the ball, and Elena's reaction to it, gone for now. He paced back and forth, realizing he would be a father much sooner than he realized.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks and started laughing. Maybe he did have some human left in him, as he identified the feelings as an age-old human emotion, Cold feet.
He was going to have to speed up his plans. Elena could no longer be in a room without him. Although her room was on the other side of his so he could watch her both night and day through the mirror, he knew how suborn she was. She may not tell him if she was in pain. However, he also knew he should not just march in there and announce she was moving to his bedroom, so he came up with a plan.
Elena looked at the bump in the mirror and felt stupid, scared, and more than a little freaked out.
Yet, another emotion trumped all the others. She had a part of Damon growing inside her. She vowed silently to Damon, the baby, and herself. She would protect their baby from that monster Markus, no matter what! She would find away to escape, or kill him herself, if she had to, but there was no way he was getting her baby.
With that, she went and was ill. Afterwards she went in and lay down on the bed. Her head swam, with so many thoughts. She was soooo, pissed that someone had stolen that night from her, yet glad she finally had the memories back. Maybe Markus had stolen them, she thought to herself. This made her hate him even more.
However, now she had a part of Damon nobody else had. She was glad she had lost her virginity to him. Somehow, she found this idea comforted her. She rubbed her hand over her baby bump protectively, and started to imagine what he or she would be like. She hoped for a boy, which looked just like his daddy. The Patrova women never seem to have happy conclusions.
Some how Damon Salvatore Jr. felt weird, since the original was suppose to be dead for so long. How would she explain it to people who did not know? Devon…that sounded good. She played with
Debon Air Salvatore. YES! If he were anything like his Daddy, no other name would fit.
Hmm…a girl…Delena Salvatore. She could not help but smile at the names she had picked. Perfect names, for a perfect baby.
She wondered how Stefan would react to the names, and suddenly realized he had to of known. Why did he keep it from me? When she thought back to all her symptoms, she felt somewhat foolish for not putting the pieces together herself. The sickness, feeling faint, mood swings. How could she of known? It is not as if she was a drinker and waking up at parties after blackouts. Or been slipped a date rape drug This was all more than a little overwhelming, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
When she awoke, she noticed her room looked brighter. She looked to the window, and saw it was open and no longer barred. She felt her heart skip, at the thought of freedom. She crossed the small room quickly and looked out. It was a long way down. She guessed that was why Markus had finally decided to open it. He figured she still could not escape. Well he obviously underestimated her!
On a personal note. I am sorry it has been so long since I have updated. If you guys new how often I felt guilty about it, you would be surprised. However, I had to give my arm a rest. Did not want to eat more pain pills, when having a surgery this upcoming Monday 5/16.
I was afraid my tolerance level would be too high. Still I am not sure, when the next update will be, after surgery, and did not want to keep you hanging any longer.