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- Chapter Five -
The Return of the Devil
It had been a week since Stefan had went to look for Damon. He had requested Caroline to not let Elena do anything stupid, such as tracking Stefan down. Since then, Caroline had been glued to Elena almost 24/7. On the other hand, Elena had been a good girl. She did what Stefan had stipulated. Stayed at home, no skipping meals, went for school… At night, he would call her and conversed with her over the phone. He would tell her what happened, who he'd met, where he'd been. Even though they were apart, she did not feel distant with him. She actually enjoyed the distant relationship.
That weekend, Stefan had requested her to go to Salvatore's boarding house to help him find something important.
"Are you in my room yet?" Stefan asked.
"Almost," she turned the door knob which opened into Stefan's bedroom. It was dark, despite the sunlight directing into the room. The wall was enclosed with bookshelves. The floor was shielded by a layer of red carpet with golden floral embroideries. At one side of the room lied an ancient wooden desk with a modern design chair. Another side was Stefan's bed, which was covered with dark-coloured flannel sheet. "In your room now."
"Open up the first drawer on the left side of the bed," he continued.
"Which left?" she frowned, waiting for the owner to reply.
"The one with the lamp," he grinned, knowing she would find the treasure soon.
She followed the instruction given by Stefan. She opened the drawer and saw a few items in it. A blue box with a white ribbon, a black bracelet with dangling silver lock and key shaped ornaments and a necklace with a locket. She was tempted to open the locket, before Stefan's voice hummed into her ears to halt her thoughts.
"Did you see the blue box?" Stefan asked, she was certain he was beaming.
"Yeah," she bit her lips. "Are you trying to be romantic even though you're not around? Because you've totally nailed it."
She could hear Stefan giggling on the other side of the phone. "Do you like it?"
She placed the cell phone on her shoulder while sandwiching it with her head to support the cell phone. Her hands, now free to open the box. "I haven't opened- Oh my God! It's beautiful."
She slowly traced her fingers on the necklace. She gently touched the pendant. A green oval-shaped stone was enfolded by silver leaves which were connected to the necklace. The stone was generous and confident to disclose its beauty by shining brightly.
"It's emerald," he explained. "It means stone of successful love."
"Now you're a stone expert?" she teased. There was a long but intimate pause.
"I love you, Elena Gilbert." Stefan expressed heartily. Her whole body tensed and warmed. She could literally felt love showering her at instant.
"I love you, too, Stefan Salvatore." She replied back with similar sincerity.
"I got to go now," Stefan sighed. "I'll talk to you again later, OK?"
"OK," she replied with a reluctant tone. She slid her cell phone back into her beige cardigan's pocket unwillingly. She held the blue box in her hand. She leisurely stretched her arm to reach the locket, all of a sudden, she heard a loud thump at the ground floor. It was the main door. She turned her body to face the direction to the exit of the room. She tip-toed down the stairs without making a sound. A few more blows were heard, causing Elena to jump and almost stumble on her own feet. Now, the only audible sound was her heartbeat. She pressed her back onto the wall and stretched a little of her neck to allow her to peek at the living room. Muffling sounds were audible. She simply took a club that was lying on the wall earlier and braced herself. She took a few more steps to approach the outstanding red couch which stood in front of the fireplace.
"Who's there?" She shrieked. Her voice came out rather timid.
"Elena?" Damon's head popped up from the couch.
"Damon?" She yelped. His half naked body extended.
"Who is it?" A woman's voice was audible. Her head followed Damon's movement and turned to look at Elena.
Elena's eyes widened. She was stupefied by the sight forced into her. She was frozen. Unable to move, she could only choke.
"Why are you here?" Damon sounded annoyed. His hands were searching for pants. Elena tried to avoid looking at any parts of Damon.
"Why are you here?" Elena raised her voice and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, instead of answering his question. Her face flushed. Still trying to turn away her face.
"It's my house, of course I'm here!"
"Since you have guest, I'll wait for you in your room." The woman purred. She was naked. Her breasts hang perfectly on her body, shaped in a perfect size with the pink rosy beads dangling in the centre of each breast. Her waist curled inwards, securing her body a shape of an hour glass. Her hair was fiery red, like tidal waves on the ocean. Her skin, smooth like silk, fair with a tinge of pink. Her eyes were sharp green. She grabbed onto Damon's chin and planted an erotic kiss on his lips before walking away from him. Elena could not escape her attention on the bulge emerged on Damon's pants.
Their eyes met for a moment, until Elena turned away and broke the string tied between their eyes. Elena knew both of them would never get along. Never.
When Damon heard his bedroom door closed, he continued the conversation.
"So, why are you here?" He asked again.
"Stefan asked me to get something from his room," she finally responded but with impatience. "I thought you left town."
"Speaking of Stefan, where's my lovely little brother?" he sneered while turning around in search of his brother.
"We thought you left town," she could not control her emotions. She did not know why she was feeling so emotional. Was it that time of the month? "He insisted in finding you."
"Well, I'm back, now." He smirked. "If you'd excuse me, I'd like to continue my long-awaited sex."
Her mind was full of questions, anger, infuriation. Her mind was too occupied that she could not arrange a perfect sentence for questions. Her fists clenched into a ball. She turned her body and thumped her way out of the house. Damon's stare continued to follow her until she was out of his sight. His heart felt bitter. He wanted to holler for her to return and apologise for being a bastard. But what was the use of doing everything when he knew that Elena would turn him down no matter what.