Gravity

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Oh my God I really can't believe how long it has been since I last updated! I am so sorry for the long wait, I never meant for it to be this long. Everything just got busy for ages, I was finishing my final year at university, then I was moving cities, then I went on holiday and now I'm just trying to find a job! I know, all boring excuses but honestly I didn't even realize how long it had actually been!

Anyway, enough of my pointless ramblings, here's the new chapter. Hope it's not a disappointment after such the long wait.

July 14th 2013

Sunday 8:30pm

Las Vegas, Nevada

So, it turns out that Damon is quite the strategic poker player.

We've been in Vegas with fake ID's in hand for only three days and yet Damon has managed to win us more money than I have lost. In between his games at the table, and his skills on the slot machines the money was falling fast into our pockets and I was trying my hardest to make sure that we don't get carried away.

Damon chuckles much to the annoyance of his opponents sitting around the table and I watch with a smirk as he wraps his hands around a pile of red, green and black chips and pulls them back towards him.

I hold my complimentary glass of champagne and take a long sip from the expensive glass to hide my smirk. I sense the falling mood around the table and take the step forward to press my hand on my boyfriend's shoulder.

He looks back and nods, gathering all the chips together and pushing himself up to leave. "Gentleman, it's been a pleasure." He can't resist a smug goodbye and I take another swift sip from my champagne to hide my grin.

"Those guys were too easy." Damon smirks as he wraps on arm around my shoulder as he leads me away through the crowded casino.

"Someone's getting cocky." I nudge him playfully with my hip.

"Elena, if you want to be the best, just be the best. It's that simple."

I roll my eyes and bring my hand up to hold onto his that's hanging from my shoulder. "Don't get carried away just yet. You could lose it all if you aren't careful."

"I walked away just now, didn't I?" he asks and I nod silently. He presses a quick kiss to my temple. "I'm not going to get caught up in all of this. I know when to stop."

"Just checking…" I tilt my head and look at him with a smile. "I do appreciate this by the way. I've been enjoying our time here so far."

"I knew you would." He smirks and pulls my closer, squeezing my hand tight. "It's a lot more fun than some random Hicksville town USA, huh?"

I chuckle and nod my head in agreement.

"Come on. Let me go and change these for cash and we'll go grab a bite to eat." He parts with a kiss to my cheek before wandering off into the crowds.

The smile that was left on my face doesn't last long when I feel a hand pressed on my shoulder.

I swing around, my heart stopping when I come face to face with a member of security. I try to keep my composure, staying as calm as possible and forcing what I hope looks like a genuine smile.

"Excuse me Miss, but would I be able to see some ID?"

ID. The fake ID that I have stored safely in my purse, which looks completely legit and real at a glance, but maybe when looked at in depth it will be caught out to be the fake that it is.

"Uh…yeah…of course." I clear my throat, willing my voice to stay strong and slowly pull my bag around and dig in for my purse, the outskirts of the bag hiding my shaking hands.

A million thoughts start rushing through my head in the short seconds that it is taking me to pick up my purse. What if he sees that it's a fake? Will he call the cops? Will the cops recognize me? What if Damon comes back and they check his ID too? He will go to the jail and all of this would have been for nothing. I would be left alone and Damon would be locked away for a crime he didn't commit. Only this time it will be worse, because this time we have both committed crimes. Will I go to prison too? I'm technically now a fugitive. Are the cops looking to arrest me as well as Damon?

"Miss?"

I'm snapped out of my rapid thoughts by the pushiness of the security guard and I look up at him with wide eyes.

"Ah sweetheart, there you are!" Another unfamiliar voice approaches and I turn my head to see a man in his early thirties maybe, approaching me with a smile on his face. "I've been looking for you." His arm is around my shoulders and I'm about to flinch away when the security guard's eyes widen in recognition.

"Dr Maxfield." The security guard clears his throat. "How are you, sir?"

"Very well." He replies and I'm stood frozen in shock to what is happening. My heart is pounding fast and all I want to do is run and get the hell out of here but I know that I can't. I stay still, using this bizarre situation as a distraction to stop the process of showing my fake ID. "I see you've met my girlfriend."

Girlfriend? What? Who is this guy?

I turn to look at him in disbelief but he sends me a look that is telling me to go with it, and since I don't seem to have any other options I reluctantly go along with it.

"Oh…" the other man's eyes widen, and his cheeks instantly redden. "I didn't realize…I was uh…I was just…"

"Is there a problem?" Dr Maxfield questions casually, but just like the guard, I hear the sternness to his tone.

"No." He clears his throat and I feel my shoulders sag in relief. "No problem at all, I was just doing my rounds. I shall leave you both to it, have a good day Dr Maxfield."

"Thank you, you too."

I pull out away from his grip immediately once the guard is out of site and I look at him in a mixture of relief, happiness and bemusement.

"I uh…I don't know why you did that…but thank you."

He smirks with a shrug. "No problem…" he trails and tilts his head.

"Elena." I give out my name with a grateful smile.

"Elena," he repeats back with a grin before holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Wes."

"Klaus."

I look up and immediately groan when I see Grayson Gilbert sit down across the table to me in The Grill. How many times does this man want to harass me? It's getting to the point now where I think I would rather leave town than have to deal with him for much longer.

"Will you back the hell off? How many times do I need to tell you that I don't know where Damon and Elena are?"

"Maybe not now," Grayson nods his head in agreement. I frown confused, wondering where he is about to go with this. "But you did." I hold in a huff and shake my head.

"Don't you have a better way to spend your Sunday evenings?" He ignores me however and pulls out an envelope. He places it on the table in front of him and I raise my eyebrow in question. "What's that?"

"This is a police report, faxed over to me all the way from Austin, Texas."

Shit.

A few weeks ago I received a very angry phone call from Marcel who wanted to know why I sent a murderer to his doorstep. Obviously, he didn't listen to me when I protested Damon's innocence, something which made a little sense when he then went on to explain that Damon knocked him out cold before tying him up and leaving him and a hook-up captive in his house for almost twenty four hours.

It was only a matter of time before this would have gotten back to Grayson.

"You see, here are two statements from two teenagers who claim to have been assaulted by that delinquent friend of yours. These statements also confirm that my daughter was indeed present too."

He stares at me without flinching, no emotion on his face and I hold back a gulp. He can be quite intimidating, especially when he seems to have the upper hand.

"What does that have to do with me?"

The left side of his lip twitches up by barely an inch. "I was given this information about a month ago." He explains and my eyebrows dip.

"So what?"

He sighs loudly and opens up the envelope, pulling out a sheet of paper and sliding it towards me.

"This is a new updated signed statement from your old friend Marcel Gerrard who informed me that it was you who sent Damon and Elena to him in Austin."

Damn it, Marcel! Traitorous bastard.

I clear my throat. "He's lying."

"Is he?"

"Yes. I haven't heard from Marcel in months. He's just some old family friend. I don't know what Damon was doing there, but it had nothing to do with me."

Grayson sighs loudly and shakes his head while resting his forearms on the table between us.

"I'm not a bad man, Klaus. I pay my taxes, I go to church, I support my family. Elena is my little girl, and I just want her back home safe with her family who love her. Is that so bad? Why can't you understand that? I know you're young and you don't know the feeling of loving a child, but surely you can try and see things from my point of view? I know Damon is your friend, but whether you believe he is innocent or not, taking my daughter with him was the wrong thing to do. He has taken her away from me, her family, her friends and even her education. He is ruining her future and by helping them stay away, so are you."

I hold my resolve and stay strong. "I told you, I don't know anything."

Grayson snaps and slams his hands down against the wooden table angrily. His cool composure that he has managed to hold up so far is long gone in just a mere second. "I swear to God, Klaus, if you keep on lying to me I will make your life a living hell. I will throw so many charges at you that you won't know what to do with yourself!"

"You don't scare me!" I snarl back just as angry. I'm sick of him targeting me. Yes, I get it that he is pissed that his daughter is missing, but that had nothing to do with me. "I told you before that you're wasting your time with me! You should be looking for the real killer instead of trying to finish off some petty feud you have with the Salvatore's! I'm so fucking sick of these words leaving my mouth, but I don't know where Damon is."

"I don't believe you!"

"Tough!"

"So, is this what Mystic Fall's finest law enforcers are up to these days? Harassing kids in public restaurants?"

My eyes widen at the familiar tone and look up to see none other than Giuseppe Salvatore approaching our table, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a smirk on his lips that is almost identical to Damon's.

Grayson tenses immediately, rising to his feet. "You need to learn not to get involved in things which don't concern you, Salvatore." He sneers coldly.

"Well this involves my son, so this does involve me. Now back the hell off him or I will report you myself for not only questioning him without a warrant or his lawyer present, but also for harassment and threatening behavior. Those are illegal acts, right?" he tilts his head to the side and looks at Grayson in mock innocence.

Grayson's face is red with anger and I can practically see all the veins popping in his head. "You know better than to threaten me, Giuseppe."

"You know I always win." Giuseppe smirks back.

"No." Grayson takes a step forward so they are standing toe to toe. I stop myself from rising to my feet, because the last thing anyone in this town ever wants to do is to literally get in between a Salvatore and a Gilbert. "You haven't won because this isn't over." He turns back to face me. "You remember what I told you, Klaus." He pushes past Giuseppe with a shove and a glare and I let out a breath of relief.

Giuseppe stands still and watches him leave and just when I think I'm about to get some peace he replaces the vacant chair that Grayson just left and I hold back a groan because the look on his face tells me that whatever he is about to say isn't going to be good.

"You need to tell Damon to stop contacting you."

"I'm not in contact with Damon." I reply, which is technically the truth. I haven't spoken to Damon since I sent him to Marcel, and look how well that turned out.

Giuseppe grunts something incoherent under his breath before continuing. "Well if Damon were to get in contact, you need to tell him to stop." He stresses with an impatient tone to his voice. "If it wasn't already obvious to you, Gilbert is watching you, kid. He thinks that you're the key to finding his daughter and I will not let my son be hunted down like a dog for something that he didn't do because Grayson couldn't control his teenager. So let me tell you again, cut all contact. If he calls you, don't answer. If he texts you, delete it. I don't care how important he may claim it to be, it's for his own good. No, in fact, you know what, change your number." He orders me.

"Are you serious?" I immediately protest. I mean, I know that Grayson is determined to try and get information out of me, but this is a little extreme. Especially since Damon has only actually contacted me the one time.

"What the hell do you think, son?" He replies sternly, leaving absolutely no room for argument.

I know that what he is saying is the right thing to do. It's for the best. The last thing I want is to be responsible for Damon being found and locked up all because I want to keep track of him for my own peace of mind. It's selfish and Giuseppe is right.

Grayson isn't going to give up anytime soon. So I need to do whatever it is that I can to make things even harder for him.

I pocket the cash I've just exchanged with a smug grin. This Vegas trip is turning out better than even I expected. It almost feels like everything is running too smoothly. This is the most money that I've had in my pocket since we first left Mystic Falls and part of me is loving this world of gambling and taking chances, but the other part, the part that sounds a lot like Elena, is cautious not to get caught up in it.

I round the corner to where I left Elena but immediately come to a stunned halt at what I see.

There stands my girlfriend, a glass of champagne in one hand while the other rests casually, no, flirtatiously, on another man's arm.

He is laughing, and so is she, and all I can see is red.

I march over there, not even bothering to hide my rage. Elena spots me first, and I immediately catch the warning in her eyes. I slow my stride, but still keep on moving before I rudely interrupt their conversation.

"Elena," I stress her name and look at her with a raised eyebrow and a clenched jaw. Not even bothering to hide my annoyance or to acknowledge the asshole stood opposite her who I want to kick in the balls.

"Damon!" she forces a sickly sweet smile. "Hey, I'd like you to meet someone." She nudges me discreetly in the side as I reluctantly turn to face the asshole who was clearly flirting with my girlfriend. "This is Wes."

"Nice to meet you." Wes sticks out his hand with a happy smile. I stare down at his hand and look back up at him almost in disbelief. This jerk seriously wants to shake my hand right now?

Elena nudges me again and I reluctantly do so.

"Damon." I grumble, unimpressed.

"Ignore him," Elena apologizes for me and I practically growl. "He's just going through a really bad break up."

What?

My head snaps in Elena's direction in disbelief but she just smiles back sweetly.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that."

I clench my jaw and stay silent. Whatever game Elena is playing right now, I am just going to have to let her get on with it, but she's going to hear about how unhappy I am about this later.

"Don't be sorry, Wes," Elena smiles at him. "His ex-boyfriend was a major jerk anyway."

Ex-boyfriend. What?

I hold in a breath and a snarl, glancing at Elena whose eyes are glistening in amusement.

"Oh?" Wes's face also lights up; he seems stoked to find out that I'm apparently gay.

Asshole.

"Oh yeah." Elena continues animatedly. "He used to cheat on Damon all the time. I warned him he was a bad seed, you know? Klaus was just one of those guys who could just not commit." she turns to me. "But did you listen? Nope!" she sighs loudly and I try my hardest to keep my nostrils from flaring, "but don't worry sweetie, you're better off without him."

"Well I'm sure there are plenty of single worthy bachelors around here to help you get over him." Wes says to me with a smile. "We are in Vegas after all."

"Right." I force a smile, which I'm sure looks more like a grimace, which I'm also sure that Elena's new friend Wes will take as a sign that I'm still not over this apparent same-sex relationship that I've supposedly had with my very straight best friend.

Like I said earlier, Elena is going to hear in great detail about how pissed off I am about all of this.

"We better head off back to our motel," Elena links her arm through mine in what I'm sure is perceived to be as a friends only kind of gesture. "It was great meeting you, Wes."

"You too, Elena." He smiles back with a love-struck smile. "I'll be seeing you later on for that drink you promised me?" his tone is flirtatious and my blood boils.

Elena discreetly grips my bicep tighter. "Of course, Wes, scotch on the rocks, right?"

"You know it," he winks at her.

He winks at her.

Elena giggles before sending him a cute wave and turning around. I grunt out a goodbye in response to Wes and stiffly walk away with Elena by my side.

"Hold it, Damon…" she mumbles in warning under her breath.

I grunt angrily but stay quiet. I'm not going to cause an obvious scene in the middle of a crowded casino.

However the second we get back to our motel room, I slam the door shut angrily and look over at Elena who is casually pulling off her shoes like nothing has even happened.

"What the fuck was that, Elena?!" I bark at her in disbelief. Elena rolls her eyes and goes to answer but I cut her off before even the first syllable can leave her lips. "Who was that guy? And why the hell were you flirting with him?!" I gawp at her before I groan loudly. "Why did you tell him I was gay?!"

Elena stays calm and removes her other shoe and tosses it into the corner of the room as she sits on the bed. "Calm down, baby." She waves me off. "I told him you were gay because I didn't want him to think that you were my boyfriend."

"Urm, newsflash, Elena! I am your boyfriend!"

"But he can't know that!" her voice rises slightly to match mine. "Jesus Damon, don't you trust me?"

I scoff. "Of course I trust you, I wouldn't have went along with that ridiculous charade if I didn't fucking trust you, Elena!"

"You need to calm down."

"Calm down? You're going to meet him tonight for drinks! How do you expect me to be okay with that? Who even is he?! I barely even left you alone for twenty minutes!"

"Okay, firstly, you're going tonight too, and I will actually let you come if you promise to behave yourself and go along with my story."

I bristle at her in disbelief. Is she serious?

"Second, he saved my ass from getting an ID check from a bored security guard. We got talking and it turns out he's kind of a known gambler around here. He's some rich experimental doctor who invented some sort of cure for a disease and now he's loaded. I figured; why not use him to our advantage? He is more than willing to splash the cash." She stands up and approaches me slowly, her hands landing on my shoulders. "Why not let him think a young pretty girl is a little interested in him? Guys like him, they love the thrill of the chase. He'll splash his cash, and try to win me over with money and you," she smirks, her eyes lighting up as she holds in a laugh, "my handsome gay best friend," I growl and she giggles, "Will be standing right next to me to pocket every dime he throws at me."

I pause for thought.

"Elena Gilbert…" I breathe out her name. "You are a vixen." Her smile widens and she pushes herself up to press her lips against mine in a hot open mouthed kiss. Her hands slide from my shoulders and into my hair, her fingers clawing into my dark locks aggressively. I pull back reluctantly, breathless and my lips swollen. "And I fucking love you for it."

She giggles naughtily and presses another hard kiss against my lips. "I love you too." She murmurs against my mouth. "Even if you can be a possessive jerk sometimes." She pushes me backwards on to the bed with a seductive smile on her lips that I appreciate very much.

So it turns out that Dr Wes Maxfield is extremely boring.

Yes, he lives a fairly privileged and extravagant lifestyle, but his conversation topics? Yawn.

I quickly down the rest of my bourbon and slam the glass down against the table before nodding towards the waitress for another. Elena glances at me briefly before turning her attention straight back to Wes who is sharing some miracle story about a little girls life he saved once upon a time ago. Elena of course is lapping it all up with friendly smiles and flirty giggles while I'm left sitting here on this cramped table like I'm completely invisible.

The evening started off more than a little awkwardly. You see, Wes was expecting just Elena, so when we both rocked up to the restaurant he invited her to, it got a tad uncomfortable. Of course, Wes had booked a table for two, and since he insisted that I stay, and the restaurant is fully booked up with no other tables available, the three of us are left cramped around one single table that was clearly meant just for two. Elena volunteering to be the one to pull up the extra seat in the middle between us both, as I have to suffer by facing that assholes face all evening.

I huff and take another sip from my newly refilled glass of bourbon, taking full advantage of Wes's kind offer of the evening being on him, Elena's gay best friend pitifully included in the deal.

"Damon?"

I look up from my glass to see both Elena and Wes staring at me. Wes looks a little amused as he sits across the table from me, and I hold in a breath when I feel Elena's hand discreetly land on my thigh.

"I was just saying is there anyone here who has maybe caught your eye?" Wes questions with a smile, although I sense the underlying meaning of that sentence being that he wants me gone and out of the way so he has Elena to himself.

Well, tough shit buddy because there is no way in hell that I am leaving my girlfriend alone with you for one second.

"You mean in this room full of heterosexual couples? Nope. No man here is taking my fancy." I send him a mocking smile and Elena squeezes my thigh in warning.

Wes however takes my tone in his stride and chuckles. "Not ready to move on, huh?"

"Nope." I reply icily.

"They do say time heals all wounds." He offers and I stop myself from rolling my eyes. I watch as he wipes his mouth with a napkin before rising to his feet. "Excuse me for a moment while I go to the bathroom." He smiles at Elena sweetly who offers one right back, and I clench my jaw when his hand grazes her shoulder as he leaves the table.

"Okay, I understand that you don't like this, but can you please put in a little more effort?" Elena hisses at me in frustration and annoyance.

I lean forward so we're closer. "How would you like it if you had to sit at a cramped table in a ridiculously stuffy overpriced restaurant and watch me flirt none stop with another woman right in front of you? Knowing you weren't able to do a single thing about it without ruining things?" I raise my eyebrows and she stays silent. "Right. I thought so." I huff.

She tilts her head back behind her to make sure that Wes is out of sight before she cups my face with her hands.

"You know that I love you." she whispers softly. "You know that none of this is real. It's just a game, Damon, just like when you flirt with cashiers in gas stations." She points out, her thumb stroking my cheek.

I let out a breath and reluctantly nod my head. Elena's hands fall from my face and she glances over to Wes's seat.

"Bingo!" her face lights up when she notices he has left his jacket. "Keep watch." She orders me before reaching over and pulling out his thick wallet. I look around, making sure that nobody is paying attention as Elena pulls out a wad of cash. "Wow," she breathes out. "He really is loaded."

"Don't take too much," I warn her. "It has to be unnoticeable."

"I know," she rolls her eyes at me before pulling out a few fifties and hundred dollar bills which are lost in the masses.

"The guy carries a lot of cash." I muse, glancing back towards the bathrooms.

"Lucky for us." She grins before passing the cash over to me and sliding the wallet back to where she found it. I stuff the cash into my own wallet with a smirk and push it back into my pocket.

Maybe tonight isn't totally lame after all?

I let out a shaky breath, hoping that Wes doesn't notice as he chats animatedly beside me. His arm draped behind me across the leather booth seat that I find myself trapped in the middle of in the VIP section of one of Vegas's hottest nightclubs. Wes is sitting to my right, and Damon, Jesus Damon, to my left, with his hand up my dress.

Wes is too drunk to notice. I've been encouraging him to drink all evening, in the hopes that it'll be easier to get more out of him.

I try to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my head as Damon's fingers dance along my centre. I discreetly reach my hand down to grab his own, squeezing it tightly and pushing it downwards because there is no way I will be able to keep my composure if he continues doing that.

I glance at him in warning, shuddering in want at the naughty smirk on his lips as the nightclub lights flicker across his face.

I turn my attention back to Wes, as he slurs his words in my face, his breath a mixture of scotch and tequila from the shots I persuaded him to order us earlier. To be honest, I don't really have a clue what he is talking about. All I can think about is Damon's hand which is still resting on the inside of my thigh, although slightly lower this time, thank God, but that still doesn't make me feel any less flustered.

"Oh no!" I jump slightly at the loud voice, Damon's hand leaving my thigh and I turn my head to face him confused. Wes's monologue has stopped as he looks over me to see what is going on. Damon holds up his phone with a grimace. "The cheating ex is texting me." He pouts slightly and I bite my lip to stop my smile. "Elena, do you think maybe you could come with me while I call him? I don't want to do it alone."

My mouth parts slightly and I see the spark in Damon's eyes. I glance back at Wes who is looking at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry," I pat his arm, making sure my hand lingers that little bit too long so he'll notice. "I promise we wont be long."

"Fifteen minutes, max." Damon interrupts and I send him a warning glare.

Wes sighs loudly but nods his head. "Okay, I suppose I can go and get us more drinks."

"Yes!" I nod my head in encouragement. "Definitely more drinks." I notice Damon has already slid out of the booth and I'm about to follow when Wes tugs on my arm and pulls me back.

"Elena, do you think maybe you could try and get rid of him?" he murmurs quietly so only I can hear him. "I kind of want to spend some time with you alone," he smiles, his eyebrow raised flirtatiously and I force a smile right back.

"I'll try my best." I falsely promise him before sliding out of the booth.

Damon grabs my hand immediately and pulls me through the crowded nightclub towards the doors. The humid night air hits me as I follow Damon's fast paced walk eagerly. He pulls me into the alleyway at the side of the nightclub, far enough so we are out of sight and before I know it I am being slammed against the wall and his lips are on mine.

His kisses are hungry, and I moan loudly into his mouth as he tongue finds mine, fighting for dominance.

"Um, Damon." I gasp against his lips as I grip his shoulders tightly. His hand finds its favourite place between my legs and this time I let my eyes roll.

"I want you," he grunts into my mouth, pulling back slightly. I feel my cheeks redden as he purposely eyes me up and down, a devils smirk on his lips. "Right now." He finishes and before I know it my dress has been bundled up past my hips and I'm being hoisted up against the wall.

My legs instinctively wrap around Damon's waist and I shudder in want when I feel his hard member press against my core.

"Damon." I moan as he peppers kisses along my neck, his lips sucking on my skin. "I need you inside of me." I slide a hand into his hair and grip it tightly. "Please."

"As you wish," his jeans are pushed down and I let out a whimper as he thrusts inside of me.

I can tell that he's rushing, thrusting in and out of me quick and fast. We probably don't have much time before Wes comes looking for us, and the chances of us being caught back here are very very high considering the crowded street not too far away.

"Faster," I breathe out shakily. The pain of my back being scraped against the brick wall behind me is overridden by pleasure.

"I'm almost…" he grunts against my neck before dipping his head back and kissing me fiercely.

I return it in favour, and cling to him tighter as I feel my orgasm taking over my body and before I know it, my eyes are slammed shut and I'm seeing stars.

Damon isn't very far behind me, and he drops me breathlessly to my feet as he rests against me.

"Wow." I murmur in-between heavy pants. "That was…"

Damon lazily raises his head from where it was resting against my shoulder with a smug grin. His lips pressing against mine in a brief lazy kiss.

He steps back and pulls my dress back down my waist and I watch tiredly as he pulls up his dark pants, fastening up his belt. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back against me so I'm pinned up against the wall, my now sensitive breasts pressed against his firm hard chest.

"Love you," I murmur against his lips as I kiss him.

"Elena?"

My eyes widen and I turn my head to see Wes standing just a few feet along the alleyway from us. His eyes are also wide to match mine and his jaw is hanging loosely out of place. I blush immediately, because judging from the look on his face he's been standing there for more than just a second.

Damon starts to chuckle against me and doesn't move an inch even as I try to push him back with my hands.

"Wes…" I cringe slightly, not entirely sure of what to do right now except hope that the ground below swallows me whole.

"What are you…" he looks between us both stunned and confused. "I thought he was…I…you…" he struggles to get his words out in between his shocked and drunken state.

"Sorry buddy," Damon offers him halfheartedly but I'm sure even Wes can tell that he doesn't mean it. He looks back at me, a smirk on his lips and his eyes lit up in amusement and now suddenly I'm the one holding back a laugh. "Elena?" he wakes a step back, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Run!" he grabs my hand and is pulling me into a jog before I even have time to react. We run past a still stunned frozen Wes and out of the alleyway into the crowded street without looking back.

The sound of our laughter being disguised by the crowded chatter of the Vegas night.

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