[tvd] - drive (at me) - (1/1)
Drive (At Me)
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
Genre: Messed up in general.
Character/Pairing: Damon, Elena; Stefan/Elena, Damon->Elena
Word Count: 391
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual coercion on Damon's part towards Elena.
Notes: Contains spoilers for the season two finale.
First part in a series of fics that deal with the aftermath of the season two finale of TVD from Elena's point of view.
Summary: Elena and Damon talk about Stefan.
"Do you think," Elena asked as she stared down at the bright red F on top of the essay about 1984 she's written for English. She hadn't even bothered to read the book. It'd been ages since she'd read anything not related to Klaus and the curse. "That Katherine was right?"
Damon, hunched over Stefen's at desk nursing some whiskey, didn't bother to turn around. "Katherine is never right about anything. You should know that."
Elena dropped her essay on the bed - Stefan's bed, her bed - and leaned against the headboard. She snorted. "And you should know that's a lie."
Damon stood up and walked across the room to sit down next to her. He set a hand on her shoulder. "Stefan did what he's always done."
"Lose everything because of you?" Elena asked. She wanted Damon to flinch, but he didn't even look stung.
"Ten years ago, he was studying at a community college in Texas. He started to make friends." Damon moved his hand down her spine. She let him as she drunk in his words. "I broke into his apartment and convinced him that Katherine was in the past and I missed having my baby brother in my life." He leaned forward and she swallowed. "As soon as he turned his back to me, I killed everyone he was starting to care for. I didn't even bother to feed on them."
Elena clenched her jaw and leaned back. "Why are you telling me this?"
"If you want to punish me with your words, you'll need to be a little more creative." He cupped her face with both hands. "You don't even know the half of what I've done to him, what I've driven him to."
She wanted to cry. She couldn't. "This isn't your fault. He made a choice."
He pushed her down, crawled on her. She could see nothing but his face towering over her. "Get off."
He ignored her. "It's a choice you would have made for Jeremy." She wanted to deny it, would have denied it ten months ago before he parents died. His face softened, and she involuntarily relaxed a hair. "Don't hate him for that."
"I could never hate him," Elena told him. "I just need to see him."
"Me too."
He kissed her and she made no move to stop him.
By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.
Genre: Messed up in general.
Character/Pairing: Damon, Elena; Stefan/Elena, Damon->Elena
Word Count: 391
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual coercion on Damon's part towards Elena.
Notes: Contains spoilers for the season two finale.
First part in a series of fics that deal with the aftermath of the season two finale of TVD from Elena's point of view.
Summary: Elena and Damon talk about Stefan.
"Do you think," Elena asked as she stared down at the bright red F on top of the essay about 1984 she's written for English. She hadn't even bothered to read the book. It'd been ages since she'd read anything not related to Klaus and the curse. "That Katherine was right?"
Damon, hunched over Stefen's at desk nursing some whiskey, didn't bother to turn around. "Katherine is never right about anything. You should know that."
Elena dropped her essay on the bed - Stefan's bed, her bed - and leaned against the headboard. She snorted. "And you should know that's a lie."
Damon stood up and walked across the room to sit down next to her. He set a hand on her shoulder. "Stefan did what he's always done."
"Lose everything because of you?" Elena asked. She wanted Damon to flinch, but he didn't even look stung.
"Ten years ago, he was studying at a community college in Texas. He started to make friends." Damon moved his hand down her spine. She let him as she drunk in his words. "I broke into his apartment and convinced him that Katherine was in the past and I missed having my baby brother in my life." He leaned forward and she swallowed. "As soon as he turned his back to me, I killed everyone he was starting to care for. I didn't even bother to feed on them."
Elena clenched her jaw and leaned back. "Why are you telling me this?"
"If you want to punish me with your words, you'll need to be a little more creative." He cupped her face with both hands. "You don't even know the half of what I've done to him, what I've driven him to."
She wanted to cry. She couldn't. "This isn't your fault. He made a choice."
He pushed her down, crawled on her. She could see nothing but his face towering over her. "Get off."
He ignored her. "It's a choice you would have made for Jeremy." She wanted to deny it, would have denied it ten months ago before he parents died. His face softened, and she involuntarily relaxed a hair. "Don't hate him for that."
"I could never hate him," Elena told him. "I just need to see him."
"Me too."
He kissed her and she made no move to stop him.