The Switch - Damon/Elena (TVD) - M - (5/?)
Title: The Switch
Author: evenstar1002
Rating: M
Category: drama, romance
A/N: This story just turned to a M rating. Not as much of an M as it's probably going to get in later chapters but I just want to be on the save side. Don't kill me by the end of the chapter, okay?
Spoilers: Up to 1x22
Summary: The return of Katherin has effects on everyone. How will they deal with it? And how will it effect all the characters involved?
Chapter 4
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"You'll never get enough alcohol in your system, will you?"
Damon put down the glass of coke and looked up into the face of the local history teacher, Alaric Saltzman. He himself held something in his hand that looked a lot like rum and taking a deep breath Damon's guess was confirmed.
"I'm just drinking a coke." Damon answered with a shrugh of his shoulder.
"Oh, sure. Damon Salvatore just drinking a coke. I can smell the vodka all the way over here." Alaric said, a snorting laughter errupting from his chest.
"Yeah, look who's talking." Damon replied, turning his attention back to his baverage.
"Okay, okay. Mind if I join you?" Alaric asked and pointed to the seat next to Damon's.
"We live in a free country. You can do whatever you want." was Damon's short answer and he couldn't have sounded more indifferent.
"What brings you to this shabby bar at the crack of dawn?" Alaric said and tried to start some kind of conversation.
Damon looked at him sideways, an expressionless smile gracing his lips. "I just wanted to be alone to enjoy the silence and a good drink. Seems like even that isn't going to be granted to me."
"Maybe you'd have more luck with that at home?" Alaric asked, while letting his gaze wander over the last remaining people in the bar. It was almost 5:30 am and there were still people coming in and getting out of the bar.
"Apparently it's not save there anymore either. It sucks that humans don't have to be invited in as well..." Damon mumbled, nearly inaudibly.
"Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Alaric replied alarmed.
"No, of course not. People usually don't come close to our house." Damon explained and took another gulp of his coke with vodka.
"Oh. Okay. For a second I thought there was trouble about."
Damon just shook his head but made no move to say anything further. They sat there in companionable silence for a few more moments before Alaric started talking again.
"It's been awefully quiet those last few weeks in Mystic Falls."
"You wanna complain?" Damon replied, raising an eyebrow at the teacher's statement.
"No, definitely not. I'm just not used to the silence. Not having to hunt down any monsters has definitely its advantages."
"Like getting drunk at 5:30am on a Sunday morning in the most shabby bar in the entire county?" Damon suggested.
"For example, yes."
"Isn't Jenna awaiting you with open arms and legs at home?"
"Hey, some respect please, okay? I didn't do anything to you." Alaric replied with anger in his voice. He watched as Damon raised both his hands in an apologetically manner.
"Oh, come on. Don't be such a wimp, Rick." Damon answerd and took another sip of his drink. "You know that you shouldn't take my words too literally. At least not all of them."
"You sounded pretty serious right there." Alaric said, anger still vibrating in his voice.
"Well, I wasn't. But obviously I touched a sore point, didn't I?" Damon stated but was, to be honest, not really interested in the answer, the topic hitting way too close to the one thing he didn't want to think about.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Damon, but you didn't. Jenna and I decided to take things a little more slowly. It hasn't been easy for her with Jeremy's suicide attempt and Elena shutting off the way she does."
Oh boy. There you go... Damon emptied his glass and put it down with a loud clang.
"Oh? Is that so?" Damon asked nonchalantly, looking for the bartender. When the blonde woman returned his look, he winked her over to him. She followed his directions like a puppet until she stood right in front of him.
"I get another one of that." he said and shoved the glass in her direction.
"Yeah. Jenna said she wanted to spend a little more time with the both of them. I think she and Elena were doing some kind of movie night tonight. Well, I guess I have to say last night." Alaric explained and looked at the watch around his wrist.
"Distraction sounds like a good idea..." Damon agreed, nodding his head. This conversation really wasn't going in the direction he wanted it to go. Then again, he would have preferred to not talk at all but obviously that wasn't an option either. Have I really been so bad that I don't even deserve five minutes of peacefulness and silence? This nightmare really has to stop soon... Pictures of Elena's shocked face seconds before he left her at the boarding house just about an hour ago still haunted his thoughts. Damon knew that he hadn't been fair, that she didn't deserve to be treated like that but the moment his brother was mentioned something in him snapped and he just couldn't stand being near her another second longer out of fear of what he might do to her. Because in that moment he had felt the strong urge to break something, to destroy, a fire burning in him that he hadn't felt in over 140 years. That urge was only surpressed by an even stronger longing: he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss Elena and make her forget about Stefan. He wanted to kiss her so deeply that she would have forgotten how to breath. Damon wanted to kiss her and beg her to be with him because he would give her the world. And as realization had hit him, he just had to get away from that place because he probably would have done all of these things and he would have gotten himself a broken heart.
"Damon?"
"What?" he asked startled and a little irritated.
"I asked you a something." Alaric said, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Sorry. I was just going through all the different kind of possibilities how I could get you to shut up."
"And? What did you come up with?"
"I was about to make a decision between ripping your throat out and getting you so drunk that you'll fall unconsciously off your chair." Damon explained and looked at him, not one muscle in his face twitching.
For a second, Alaric looked at Damon with shock in his eyes, wondering if he would really have it in him to do the first. To not show any weakness, Alaric raised his hand, wiggling his finger with the chunky ring on it in front of Damon's face.
Damon in return let out a loud laugh, slapping his hand against Alaric's back.
"Relax, Rick." he said and laughed again, eying the bartender as she came closer.
"There you go, mister." she said almost mechanically and put the glass in front of Damon.
"Thank you, my dear." Damon answered with a halfhearted smile before the girl turned around and got to work again.
"Have you compelled her?" Alaric asked doumbfounded, shaking his head.
"How do you think I'm able to afford my lifestyle?" Damon replied easily, guilt not to be found in his voice for even one heartbeat.
Ignoring Damon's remark - because Alaric knew Damon wouldn't care about what he had to say anyway - Alaric repeated his question again. "So, coming back to the question I just asked you... Have your heard anything from Stefan? Is Katherin still a threat?"
Damon grabbed the glass in his hand tightly, small crackling sounds that probably only his sensitive ears could hear errupting from it. He had to control everything he had in him not to break the glass or to throw it into the closest corner.
Taking a deep breath, Damon turned his burning gaze to the history teacher.
"No, I haven't heared anything from my dear brother. So yes, I guess Katherin is still a threat. Why does everyone keep asking me that? Don't you think I would tell you if I had any news?" Damon asked, trying to hide the anger behind calmness.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to anger you." Alaric answered apologetically and smiled at him encouragingly.
"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired of talking about the same thing over and over again. Stefan should have let me kill her when I had the chance to. And all this would have never happened. We could just go on with our lives the way we have before."
"And you really think you would have been able to kill her? The woman you've loved for so long?" Alaric asked carefully, taking a sip of his drink. He was rewarded with another hateful laughter.
"See, that's where everyone's wrong. I don't love her anymore. She disappears for 150 years and doesn't contact me even once? What's there to love? If anyone, it's you who should understand that. And it's been only a couple of years for you." Damon explained and tried to calm his inner turmoil. Even while he said the words, he knew that they were as true as ever. Without a second of hesitation he would have put the stake through Katherin's heart, not even caring what she might have had to say to him. If she had anything to say at him at all.
"Do you think Stefan will be able to kill her?" Alaric wanted to know.
"I have no idea. I'm not my brother. I don't know what he's thinking or feeling. As you know, he's more of the I-suffer-in-silence-kind of guy. What I do know is that Katherin is way older than him. And she feeds on human blood, Stefan doesn't. When it comes down to it, he doesn't stand a chance. But he swears he has a plan, so I guess it all depends on if you trust him or not." Damon said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Do you?" Alaric asked curiously because all he knew was that he wasn't so convinced.
"Trust him? I can only repeat myself. He should have let me kill her when I had the chance. Now he has to see how he'll be able to do it himself."
"Don't sound like you don't care. I know that you do."
"All I care about is that the bitch gets killed. Who does it or how it gets done doesn't matter to me." Damon said spitefully.
Both men were interrupted when the door of the bar opened. Damon could see Alaric's eyes look straight ahead into the direction of the door, his eyes filling with something that looked a lot like lust. Damon only had to take a deep breath, smelling the fragrance of a young woman, to know that she had to be pretty. Slowly he turned his head, letting his eyes wander up and down the girl that had just entered. She was young, probably in her early twenties, tall and had long, red hair. She wasn't the most beautiful woman but she would do....
"Perfect. Just what I need. Sorry, Rick. But I have to go now." was all Damon said before he stood up, emptying his glass with one last gulp. "See ya!"
Damon knew that he would regret what he was about to do in the morning. But maybe, just maybe, it would at least stop the hurting for just a couple of hours. He went over to the woman and without having to try very hard - without even having to compell her - the woman went with him willingly.
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Damon opened the door of the boarding house. The woman next to him, he had already forgotten her name again (or had he even asked for it?), giggled and started to unbutton his shirt as soon as they entered. Damon kicked the door closed with one leg, while he kissed the girl passionately. Not as passionately as he probably could but he just had to get her aroused enough so that her blood would get that special kind of taste. He kissed her some more, moving them both in the direction of the stairs that would lead them up to his room.
"Damon?" asked the one voice that he would recognize above all others. The one voice that was inprinted into his head for all eternity.
"Elena?" Damon asked shocked because she was the last thing he had expected to find in his own home after everything that had happened. "What are you..."
"I'm sorry. I waited... Nevermind. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to interrupt." Elena replied and moved past the couple blocking the hallway. She looked tired, Damon thought, and he also didn't miss the hurt and anger, the sadness and the confusion in her voice. What was she still doing here?
"I'm gonna go. See you soon. Night, Damon." Elena said curtly and went straight for the door.
"Elena, wait!"
But she was already gone.
"Fuck!" Damon said, kicking against the sideboard angrily. He ran his hand through his hair desperately.
"That's why I'm here, sweetheart." the woman said and winked at him suggestively.
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And when you move above her, it doesn't feel right. When you push yourself into her tight body, it doesn't feel right. When you look into her hazy eyes, it doesn't feel right. Even when you drink her blood while she's climaxing around you and you let your seed spurt into her, it doesn't feel right.
And when you wake up a few hours later, you feel more empty and hollow than ever before. The woman in your arms doesn't feel right, your heart doesn't feel right, you don't feel right. Usually, nights like these where you drunk and slept with women and got new blood in your system always made you forget the world. Nights like these used to leave you spent and energized at the same time. But all you feel that morning is the deep whole in your heart, the aching that leaves you breathless. You can not get out of the bed fast enough, can not take that random woman home fast enough. But you do because you can not stand it for another second. You get disoriented for a second though, having chosen one of the guest room instead of your own because you can't stand the thought of sharing your bed with anyone else except her anymore.
The sad eyes of the woman that you really want show up in your mind and it rips your heart out that you are the reason for that sad look, when all you ever wanted was to not hurt her. You have no idea how to face another day, another day with her in your life but not at your side and not in your arms.
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A/N #2: I also want to take the chance to thank all of you awesome people for giving me feedback on my story! It means the world to me, it really does. It makes me happy and keeps me writing :-) Thank you very much!
AND I'm still looking for a beta reader. You're willing? Just let me know and you'd be my hero! And if you're not willing, I'm still very thankful that you're reading my fic :-)
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Author: evenstar1002
Rating: M
Category: drama, romance
A/N: This story just turned to a M rating. Not as much of an M as it's probably going to get in later chapters but I just want to be on the save side. Don't kill me by the end of the chapter, okay?
Spoilers: Up to 1x22
Summary: The return of Katherin has effects on everyone. How will they deal with it? And how will it effect all the characters involved?
Chapter 4
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"You'll never get enough alcohol in your system, will you?"
Damon put down the glass of coke and looked up into the face of the local history teacher, Alaric Saltzman. He himself held something in his hand that looked a lot like rum and taking a deep breath Damon's guess was confirmed.
"I'm just drinking a coke." Damon answered with a shrugh of his shoulder.
"Oh, sure. Damon Salvatore just drinking a coke. I can smell the vodka all the way over here." Alaric said, a snorting laughter errupting from his chest.
"Yeah, look who's talking." Damon replied, turning his attention back to his baverage.
"Okay, okay. Mind if I join you?" Alaric asked and pointed to the seat next to Damon's.
"We live in a free country. You can do whatever you want." was Damon's short answer and he couldn't have sounded more indifferent.
"What brings you to this shabby bar at the crack of dawn?" Alaric said and tried to start some kind of conversation.
Damon looked at him sideways, an expressionless smile gracing his lips. "I just wanted to be alone to enjoy the silence and a good drink. Seems like even that isn't going to be granted to me."
"Maybe you'd have more luck with that at home?" Alaric asked, while letting his gaze wander over the last remaining people in the bar. It was almost 5:30 am and there were still people coming in and getting out of the bar.
"Apparently it's not save there anymore either. It sucks that humans don't have to be invited in as well..." Damon mumbled, nearly inaudibly.
"Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Alaric replied alarmed.
"No, of course not. People usually don't come close to our house." Damon explained and took another gulp of his coke with vodka.
"Oh. Okay. For a second I thought there was trouble about."
Damon just shook his head but made no move to say anything further. They sat there in companionable silence for a few more moments before Alaric started talking again.
"It's been awefully quiet those last few weeks in Mystic Falls."
"You wanna complain?" Damon replied, raising an eyebrow at the teacher's statement.
"No, definitely not. I'm just not used to the silence. Not having to hunt down any monsters has definitely its advantages."
"Like getting drunk at 5:30am on a Sunday morning in the most shabby bar in the entire county?" Damon suggested.
"For example, yes."
"Isn't Jenna awaiting you with open arms and legs at home?"
"Hey, some respect please, okay? I didn't do anything to you." Alaric replied with anger in his voice. He watched as Damon raised both his hands in an apologetically manner.
"Oh, come on. Don't be such a wimp, Rick." Damon answerd and took another sip of his drink. "You know that you shouldn't take my words too literally. At least not all of them."
"You sounded pretty serious right there." Alaric said, anger still vibrating in his voice.
"Well, I wasn't. But obviously I touched a sore point, didn't I?" Damon stated but was, to be honest, not really interested in the answer, the topic hitting way too close to the one thing he didn't want to think about.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Damon, but you didn't. Jenna and I decided to take things a little more slowly. It hasn't been easy for her with Jeremy's suicide attempt and Elena shutting off the way she does."
Oh boy. There you go... Damon emptied his glass and put it down with a loud clang.
"Oh? Is that so?" Damon asked nonchalantly, looking for the bartender. When the blonde woman returned his look, he winked her over to him. She followed his directions like a puppet until she stood right in front of him.
"I get another one of that." he said and shoved the glass in her direction.
"Yeah. Jenna said she wanted to spend a little more time with the both of them. I think she and Elena were doing some kind of movie night tonight. Well, I guess I have to say last night." Alaric explained and looked at the watch around his wrist.
"Distraction sounds like a good idea..." Damon agreed, nodding his head. This conversation really wasn't going in the direction he wanted it to go. Then again, he would have preferred to not talk at all but obviously that wasn't an option either. Have I really been so bad that I don't even deserve five minutes of peacefulness and silence? This nightmare really has to stop soon... Pictures of Elena's shocked face seconds before he left her at the boarding house just about an hour ago still haunted his thoughts. Damon knew that he hadn't been fair, that she didn't deserve to be treated like that but the moment his brother was mentioned something in him snapped and he just couldn't stand being near her another second longer out of fear of what he might do to her. Because in that moment he had felt the strong urge to break something, to destroy, a fire burning in him that he hadn't felt in over 140 years. That urge was only surpressed by an even stronger longing: he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss Elena and make her forget about Stefan. He wanted to kiss her so deeply that she would have forgotten how to breath. Damon wanted to kiss her and beg her to be with him because he would give her the world. And as realization had hit him, he just had to get away from that place because he probably would have done all of these things and he would have gotten himself a broken heart.
"Damon?"
"What?" he asked startled and a little irritated.
"I asked you a something." Alaric said, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Sorry. I was just going through all the different kind of possibilities how I could get you to shut up."
"And? What did you come up with?"
"I was about to make a decision between ripping your throat out and getting you so drunk that you'll fall unconsciously off your chair." Damon explained and looked at him, not one muscle in his face twitching.
For a second, Alaric looked at Damon with shock in his eyes, wondering if he would really have it in him to do the first. To not show any weakness, Alaric raised his hand, wiggling his finger with the chunky ring on it in front of Damon's face.
Damon in return let out a loud laugh, slapping his hand against Alaric's back.
"Relax, Rick." he said and laughed again, eying the bartender as she came closer.
"There you go, mister." she said almost mechanically and put the glass in front of Damon.
"Thank you, my dear." Damon answered with a halfhearted smile before the girl turned around and got to work again.
"Have you compelled her?" Alaric asked doumbfounded, shaking his head.
"How do you think I'm able to afford my lifestyle?" Damon replied easily, guilt not to be found in his voice for even one heartbeat.
Ignoring Damon's remark - because Alaric knew Damon wouldn't care about what he had to say anyway - Alaric repeated his question again. "So, coming back to the question I just asked you... Have your heard anything from Stefan? Is Katherin still a threat?"
Damon grabbed the glass in his hand tightly, small crackling sounds that probably only his sensitive ears could hear errupting from it. He had to control everything he had in him not to break the glass or to throw it into the closest corner.
Taking a deep breath, Damon turned his burning gaze to the history teacher.
"No, I haven't heared anything from my dear brother. So yes, I guess Katherin is still a threat. Why does everyone keep asking me that? Don't you think I would tell you if I had any news?" Damon asked, trying to hide the anger behind calmness.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to anger you." Alaric answered apologetically and smiled at him encouragingly.
"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired of talking about the same thing over and over again. Stefan should have let me kill her when I had the chance to. And all this would have never happened. We could just go on with our lives the way we have before."
"And you really think you would have been able to kill her? The woman you've loved for so long?" Alaric asked carefully, taking a sip of his drink. He was rewarded with another hateful laughter.
"See, that's where everyone's wrong. I don't love her anymore. She disappears for 150 years and doesn't contact me even once? What's there to love? If anyone, it's you who should understand that. And it's been only a couple of years for you." Damon explained and tried to calm his inner turmoil. Even while he said the words, he knew that they were as true as ever. Without a second of hesitation he would have put the stake through Katherin's heart, not even caring what she might have had to say to him. If she had anything to say at him at all.
"Do you think Stefan will be able to kill her?" Alaric wanted to know.
"I have no idea. I'm not my brother. I don't know what he's thinking or feeling. As you know, he's more of the I-suffer-in-silence-kind of guy. What I do know is that Katherin is way older than him. And she feeds on human blood, Stefan doesn't. When it comes down to it, he doesn't stand a chance. But he swears he has a plan, so I guess it all depends on if you trust him or not." Damon said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Do you?" Alaric asked curiously because all he knew was that he wasn't so convinced.
"Trust him? I can only repeat myself. He should have let me kill her when I had the chance. Now he has to see how he'll be able to do it himself."
"Don't sound like you don't care. I know that you do."
"All I care about is that the bitch gets killed. Who does it or how it gets done doesn't matter to me." Damon said spitefully.
Both men were interrupted when the door of the bar opened. Damon could see Alaric's eyes look straight ahead into the direction of the door, his eyes filling with something that looked a lot like lust. Damon only had to take a deep breath, smelling the fragrance of a young woman, to know that she had to be pretty. Slowly he turned his head, letting his eyes wander up and down the girl that had just entered. She was young, probably in her early twenties, tall and had long, red hair. She wasn't the most beautiful woman but she would do....
"Perfect. Just what I need. Sorry, Rick. But I have to go now." was all Damon said before he stood up, emptying his glass with one last gulp. "See ya!"
Damon knew that he would regret what he was about to do in the morning. But maybe, just maybe, it would at least stop the hurting for just a couple of hours. He went over to the woman and without having to try very hard - without even having to compell her - the woman went with him willingly.
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Damon opened the door of the boarding house. The woman next to him, he had already forgotten her name again (or had he even asked for it?), giggled and started to unbutton his shirt as soon as they entered. Damon kicked the door closed with one leg, while he kissed the girl passionately. Not as passionately as he probably could but he just had to get her aroused enough so that her blood would get that special kind of taste. He kissed her some more, moving them both in the direction of the stairs that would lead them up to his room.
"Damon?" asked the one voice that he would recognize above all others. The one voice that was inprinted into his head for all eternity.
"Elena?" Damon asked shocked because she was the last thing he had expected to find in his own home after everything that had happened. "What are you..."
"I'm sorry. I waited... Nevermind. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to interrupt." Elena replied and moved past the couple blocking the hallway. She looked tired, Damon thought, and he also didn't miss the hurt and anger, the sadness and the confusion in her voice. What was she still doing here?
"I'm gonna go. See you soon. Night, Damon." Elena said curtly and went straight for the door.
"Elena, wait!"
But she was already gone.
"Fuck!" Damon said, kicking against the sideboard angrily. He ran his hand through his hair desperately.
"That's why I'm here, sweetheart." the woman said and winked at him suggestively.
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And when you move above her, it doesn't feel right. When you push yourself into her tight body, it doesn't feel right. When you look into her hazy eyes, it doesn't feel right. Even when you drink her blood while she's climaxing around you and you let your seed spurt into her, it doesn't feel right.
And when you wake up a few hours later, you feel more empty and hollow than ever before. The woman in your arms doesn't feel right, your heart doesn't feel right, you don't feel right. Usually, nights like these where you drunk and slept with women and got new blood in your system always made you forget the world. Nights like these used to leave you spent and energized at the same time. But all you feel that morning is the deep whole in your heart, the aching that leaves you breathless. You can not get out of the bed fast enough, can not take that random woman home fast enough. But you do because you can not stand it for another second. You get disoriented for a second though, having chosen one of the guest room instead of your own because you can't stand the thought of sharing your bed with anyone else except her anymore.
The sad eyes of the woman that you really want show up in your mind and it rips your heart out that you are the reason for that sad look, when all you ever wanted was to not hurt her. You have no idea how to face another day, another day with her in your life but not at your side and not in your arms.
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A/N #2: I also want to take the chance to thank all of you awesome people for giving me feedback on my story! It means the world to me, it really does. It makes me happy and keeps me writing :-) Thank you very much!
AND I'm still looking for a beta reader. You're willing? Just let me know and you'd be my hero! And if you're not willing, I'm still very thankful that you're reading my fic :-)
Wanna make me happy again? All you have to do is hit the comment button and let me know what you think :-)