The Switch - Damon/Elena (TVD) - M - (10/?)
Title: The Switch
Author: evenstar1002
Rating: M
Warnings: violence, sexual situations
Author's note: Nothing too important so I put it under the cut :-D
Summary: The return of Katherin has effects on everyone. How will they deal with it? And how will it affect all the characters involved?
TV-/Bookverse: TV show
Spoilers: Up to 1x22
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Chapter 10
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Elena's mind was racing, her heart beating like she had just run a marathon and at the same time, time and space seemed to stand still. She couldn't think and she couldn't breath but in that moment thinking and breathing were only secondary anyways. Elena had absolutely no idea how she had ended up kissing Damon, all she knew was that it felt right. And oh, so good...
Elena could feel Damon's thumb gently stroke her face, while the hand on her back pushed her closer to him. The water splashed around them as they pushed the remaining water between their bodies aside, their lips never leaving each other. Elena would have never believed that Damon had so much gentleness in him but the way he kissed her almost broke her heart.
As if Damon had heard her thoughts, the kiss started to heat up. His lips became more urgent, sending a shiver through Elena's body and setting the pit of her stomach on fire. Oh my God... this shouldn't feel so damn good... Her brain had long ago stopped working but she knew that somewhere in her head there was a reason why she shouldn't be doing what she was doing. She was trying to think of it but Damon's soft lips made it really hard to concentrate at all.
Elena had no idea how long they had been standing there, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours, and it took another maybe-seconds or maybe-hours until they finally broke apart, both breathless. Not that Damon really needed air but his chest was raising and falling nonetheless. He looked at her with wide eyes, his blue orbs looking for something. Looking for anything. She wished she knew what to say to him, to give him some sort of an answer.
"Elena... what...." Damon started but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak as well.
"I... God... I'm so sorry, Damon." Elena answered because she didn't know what else to say.
"Sorry for what?" he wanted to know, hurt flashing in his eyes. Elena wondered if she had just imagined it or if it really was hurt.
"For... I don't know... for that." she said and moved her finger between the two of them. "That shouldn't have happened.... I'm sorry...."
The look on Damon's face nearly broke her heart all over again because she had never seen him look at her like that and she hated that she was the reason for that look. Whatever the look was supposed to mean. Maybe... Just maybe Isobel wasn't that wrong about what she had said...
Something changed in Damon's eyes and it looked like he had just turned over a switch inside of him, his mood suddendly changed. "Oh... Okay. I understand. You don't have to be sorry because it'll never happen again." he said curtly, shooting her a cold and distant look.
"Look, Damon. I'm..."
"I know. You're sorry, it's totally okay." he said, putting a smile on. "Really, Elena, believe me. We just got caught up in the moment, no big deal. In an hour we'll both have forgotten about it." he continued, his eyes still distant but he sounded as convincing as only Damon could. "Right now, we should probably get out of the water before you catch a cold."
Elena mustered him one last time, trying to figure out if he really was okay with it. Something kept nagging at her that he wasn't being honest with her but at the same time she was too afraid to keep pushing the topic. Because then he would start pushing it, too, and she wasn't really certain what she would tell him then.
"You're probably right. Let's get out and get dried."
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As they lay there in the grass, the sun slowly started to settle around them. Damon had pulled off his black shirt, which lay beside him in the sun, leaving him only clad in his pants. Elena had done the same with her shirt but Damon had given her his leather jacket so she wouldn't get sick. A could breeze blew over them and goose bumps broke out all over Elena's body. Elena sat up and checked out her tshirt lying beside her. It was all dried up again, so she pulled the tshirt over her head, stealing a glance at his still form. Damon was lying there like a stone statue, not one part of his body moving.
"You like what you see?" Damon wanted to know after a few moments, his voice playful.
"How did you..." Elena asked shocked, her eyes wide open.
"Your breathing kinda gave you away." Damon replied, finally opening one of his eyes and looking at her.
"You can hear that?"
"I can hear and see and smell a lot of things." Damon said shortly, closing his eye and turning his head back again.
Instead of asking what he meant by that, Elena asked the next thing that came to her mind. "So, how close to home are we?" Elena wanted to know then.
"Uhm... I fear you won't like the answer..." Damon replied carefully.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that we're too far away to go back home tonight, that's for sure."
"What do you mean too far away to go back home tonight?"
"It means, that we're too far away from home to go back tonight. You're going to freeze to death before we even get close to Mystic Falls."
Elena looked at him seriously, probably trying to figur out if he was lying or not. "You're kidding, right?" Elena asked but didn't sound so convinced.
"I... I fear, I'm not. Sorry.", he answered and rose his hands apologetically. "But hey, we passed a motel a couple of miles down this road." Damon added, pointing in the direction from which they came from.
"But I can't just stay away all night long. Jenna is going to freak out on me!" Elena said and started to freak out herself.
"Come on, Elena, relax. No need to destroy the good mood over something like that! I can talk to Jenna if you want."
"Yeah, because she's going to feel a loooooooot better when she knows that I'm with you." she replied mockingly.
"Hey, you asked me if I wanted to kill you. I told you that I don't. If I were to drive you home tonight you'd probably end up with pneumonia. I'm not going to risk that! And now stop freaking out because it won't change anything." Damon said and Elena knew immediately that he wouldn't argue with her about it any further. So instead of risking to start a fight with him, she simply gave in.
"Fine. But you're going to call Jenna." Elena said, getting up from the ground she walked over to the bike.
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Half an hour later, the sun had already set behind the trees, both Elena and Damon were fully dressed again and on their way back to the motel Damon was talking about. The road seemed to stretch on and on while the sun took its last sunrays down with it, illuminating the street in a dark light.
The talk with Jenna went way more smoothly than she would have thought. Then again, with Damon's charm, he could get everything he wanted. It only took him like two minutes to convince Jenna that it would be good for Elena to spend a night away from her everyday's life, away from all the problems and to just have fun for a few hours. Jenna didn't even argue and just wanted to talk Elena for a moment. She told her to take care and have fun and then the phone talk was over in 2 minutes and 57 seconds.
They started their way back immediately after having called Jenna and were nearing the motel in full speed. Elena was still wrapped up in Damon's leather jacket, Damon insisting that she should keep it since he couldn't get sick. They were just rounding another turn when the red and green flashing sign of the motel showed up on the horizon. Damon sped up even more and Elena moved closer to him, tightening the grip around his torso. She had decided to give up on telling him how to drive and instead just trust him.
But could she really fully trust him? Something within her still kept nagging at her that Damon wasn't honest. The kiss they had shared had clearly meant something to him and yet he pretended that it didn't mean a thing. Then again, wasn't that what she wanted? It to not mean anything? Because the truth was that it shouldn't mean anything. She couldn't just go around and kiss her boyfriend's brother. Especially not, if you knew the history of these two brothers. Elena had sworn herself that she would never get in the middle of them and that she would never be anything like Katherine. So what was she doing then when she kissed Damon?
Elena still couldn't explain to herself what had gotten into her when she had kissed Damon like that. There was something flowing between them, around them, within them and she just knew that she had to do it or she would never ever be happy again. But how was she supposed to ever be happy again now? Now that she knew what it really felt like to kiss Damon? Because even if she loved Stefan, which she really really did, Elena would never forget the feeling of Damon's soft lips on hers and how right and perfect it had felt.
A wave of guilt rolled over her and hit her with a force she had never experienced before. Stefan.... That was the reason that she couldn't think of back in the lake. The reason why she shouldn't be driving around with Damon, why she shouldn't spend the night in a motel with Damon, why she shouldn't kiss Damon. Stefan was the reason why Damon shouldn't be able to have so much power over her, why Damon shouldn't be able to send waves of calmness through her when she woke up in the middle of the night, why she shouldn't let Damon sleep in her bed to keep her safe.
But where was Stefan? Would she ever see him again? Elena hadn't heard of him in over a week and what scared her the most was the fact that she didn't feel pain or hurt or anger anymore when she looked at her cellphone and still hadn't received a call or a message. Another wave of guilt washed over her. What the hell was she doing? She loved Stefan. He was chasing after the murderer of her biological father and she had nothing better to do than kiss his brother? That wasn't like her. It's not who she wanted to be. And she couldn't go on like that and risk loosing both Stefan and Damon.
Elena was suddendly pulled out of her thoughts when Damon stopped the Harely Davidson in front of the motel. To avoide another close contact with Damon, Elena hopped of the bike herself and then waited for Damon to park it and get it ready for the night.
"So, that's where we're gonna sleep tonight?" Elena said to break the silence, since they hadn't said another word since back at the lake.
"Yes, that's exactly where we're going to sleep tonight." Damon replied before he went straight for the entrance. Elena caught up with him just when he was about to enter and before he stepped inside he held the door open for Elena.
The lobby, if one could call it that, wasn't big, so they were stranding in front of the counter immediately. An old man got up from a chair behind it, flashing them a teethless smile. Elena tried to return the smile as Damon started talking to the old man.
"A room for two?" the old man wanted to know, still smiling at the both of them.
Damon looked at Elena for a short moment and whatever he saw in her eyes made him nod slightly and turn his attention back to the guy. "No, two rooms, please." Damon said then and for a second Elena didn't know if she felt sad or relieved. No no no... No, she felt relieved. Elena was convinced that she only needed a little time and space and then in the morning, her feelings would have sorted themselves out and she could go on with her life, Stefan as her boyfriend and Damon as a very good friend.
"I'm sorry, but there's only one more room available." the old man replied and smiled at them apologetically. Elena's heart sunk as the old man looked through the book with reservations.
"Are you sure?" Damon asked and made the man look up. The old man's eyes were suddendly fixed on Damon. Elena watched Damon as he lowered his head a little so that he was eye to eye with the guy. "Are you really sure? Could you please check again?" Damon said, his voice sounding almost hypnotic.
"Damon!" Elena hushed, not liking the idea of Damon compelling the poor man but Damon only waved his hand at her, signaling her to be quiet as the man looked through the book again.
"Oh..." he started at last "it looks like I've missed a room. There is a family room available, with two seperate bedrooms."
"Doesn't that sound perfect? We'll take it!" Damon said with a smile and broke the connection with the old man to look at Elena, who shot him an angry look. It only made Damon smile even more.
The old man pulled a box up from under the counter and looked through it. Seconds later he held keys in his left hand that he handed over to Damon. "Room number 7. It's on the first floor. Turn right after the stairs and follow the hallway to the end."
"Thank you very much, sir." Elena said, giving him another small smile.
Damon's eyes were fixed on the old man again. "I'd also like to have a beer and..." Damon started but before he could go any further, Elena grabbed his hand and pulled him away.
"Sorry, sir, my friend was only kidding. Have nice evening." Elena excused the both of them and pulled Damon after her, his hand still in hers.
"I wasn't kid..." Damon started again, but again was cut off by Elena.
"DAMON!" she said angrily, marching on and only hearing Damon snicker behind her.
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Katherine silently opened the door to the motel room, glancing into it carefully. She spotted Damon lying on the bed, the covers pulled up to his waist, his chest bare. Not hesitating, she went into the room as silently as only a vampire could and closed the door behind her.
She looked over to the door that led to the children's bedroom, before she returned all her attention back to the man on the bed. An evil grin formed on Katherine's beautiful and flawless face and with a hop, she jummped directly onto Damon, wrapping her hand around his throat and gripping it tightly. Damon's eyes snapped open in shock and when he realized who was in the room he tried to fight her off. But Katherine, being way more older than him, was too strong. Damon wasn't able to get her off of him or even move so much as an inch.
"What..." he started but no sound left his mouth.
Katherine let out a loud and evil laugh that even made the usual fearless Damon break out in goose bumps, before she kissed him passionately and rammed a stake into his heart that she seemed to have pulled out of nowhere. Katherine threw her head up in the air, while all life left Damon, turning grey under her. Katherin laughed like the devil himself, the laughing dragging on and on until it turned into the hysterically screams of Elena who trashed around in her bed.
"Elena! Wake up! Come on, my love! Wake up!" Damon said, his hands shaking Elena carefully. "ELENA!" Damon tried again and again until her eyes finally snapped open and looked at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down her face.
Before he could say anything, Elena threw her arms around him, not even realizing that he was only wearing boxers. She sobbed against his chest while he held her close to his body, stroking her back soothingly.
"You're alive... God, you're alive..." she sobbed over and over again and felt his grip around her tighten. Damon's hand stroked over her head tentatively, as hot tears ran down his cold body.
Damon held her like that for what felt like hours until Elena finally calmed down a little, no more tears left to cry. She lay down again, pulling Damon with her who came to lie down next to her. Without saying another word, Elena being too exhausted and too scared that Damon would leave her again if she said something, Elena pulled the covers over the both of them, snuggled closer into Damon's side and then closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep.
That wave of calmness and peace and comfort that Damon's presence always seemed to send out, washed over her, making her sigh deeply. But this time it was different. For the first time it not only settled over her mind and body but over her heart as well. It felt like a tiny little flame that had been ignited within her. A little flame that was about to turn into a campfire and would sure as hell turn into a forest fire if no one would come and extinguish it soon.
And the last two thoughts that went through Elena's head, before exhaustion finally pulled her into sleep, were that 1) this fire looked a lot like the one she sometimes saw burning in Damon's eyes and 2) that it felt a lot like love.
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A/N: Soooooo, we're finally getting somewhere, don't we? Or maybe not? Would be too easy, right? I guess we will have to wait and see :-D Maybe... just maaaaaaaaaaybe I'd be able to update again very soon if you let me know what you think about this chapter ;-) That sounds like blackmailing? Nooo, I would never ever do that! But I'd still be very happy if you'd let me know anyways :-) Thanks a lot!
Author: evenstar1002
Rating: M
Warnings: violence, sexual situations
Author's note: Nothing too important so I put it under the cut :-D
Summary: The return of Katherin has effects on everyone. How will they deal with it? And how will it affect all the characters involved?
TV-/Bookverse: TV show
Spoilers: Up to 1x22
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Chapter 10
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Elena's mind was racing, her heart beating like she had just run a marathon and at the same time, time and space seemed to stand still. She couldn't think and she couldn't breath but in that moment thinking and breathing were only secondary anyways. Elena had absolutely no idea how she had ended up kissing Damon, all she knew was that it felt right. And oh, so good...
Elena could feel Damon's thumb gently stroke her face, while the hand on her back pushed her closer to him. The water splashed around them as they pushed the remaining water between their bodies aside, their lips never leaving each other. Elena would have never believed that Damon had so much gentleness in him but the way he kissed her almost broke her heart.
As if Damon had heard her thoughts, the kiss started to heat up. His lips became more urgent, sending a shiver through Elena's body and setting the pit of her stomach on fire. Oh my God... this shouldn't feel so damn good... Her brain had long ago stopped working but she knew that somewhere in her head there was a reason why she shouldn't be doing what she was doing. She was trying to think of it but Damon's soft lips made it really hard to concentrate at all.
Elena had no idea how long they had been standing there, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours, and it took another maybe-seconds or maybe-hours until they finally broke apart, both breathless. Not that Damon really needed air but his chest was raising and falling nonetheless. He looked at her with wide eyes, his blue orbs looking for something. Looking for anything. She wished she knew what to say to him, to give him some sort of an answer.
"Elena... what...." Damon started but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak as well.
"I... God... I'm so sorry, Damon." Elena answered because she didn't know what else to say.
"Sorry for what?" he wanted to know, hurt flashing in his eyes. Elena wondered if she had just imagined it or if it really was hurt.
"For... I don't know... for that." she said and moved her finger between the two of them. "That shouldn't have happened.... I'm sorry...."
The look on Damon's face nearly broke her heart all over again because she had never seen him look at her like that and she hated that she was the reason for that look. Whatever the look was supposed to mean. Maybe... Just maybe Isobel wasn't that wrong about what she had said...
Something changed in Damon's eyes and it looked like he had just turned over a switch inside of him, his mood suddendly changed. "Oh... Okay. I understand. You don't have to be sorry because it'll never happen again." he said curtly, shooting her a cold and distant look.
"Look, Damon. I'm..."
"I know. You're sorry, it's totally okay." he said, putting a smile on. "Really, Elena, believe me. We just got caught up in the moment, no big deal. In an hour we'll both have forgotten about it." he continued, his eyes still distant but he sounded as convincing as only Damon could. "Right now, we should probably get out of the water before you catch a cold."
Elena mustered him one last time, trying to figure out if he really was okay with it. Something kept nagging at her that he wasn't being honest with her but at the same time she was too afraid to keep pushing the topic. Because then he would start pushing it, too, and she wasn't really certain what she would tell him then.
"You're probably right. Let's get out and get dried."
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As they lay there in the grass, the sun slowly started to settle around them. Damon had pulled off his black shirt, which lay beside him in the sun, leaving him only clad in his pants. Elena had done the same with her shirt but Damon had given her his leather jacket so she wouldn't get sick. A could breeze blew over them and goose bumps broke out all over Elena's body. Elena sat up and checked out her tshirt lying beside her. It was all dried up again, so she pulled the tshirt over her head, stealing a glance at his still form. Damon was lying there like a stone statue, not one part of his body moving.
"You like what you see?" Damon wanted to know after a few moments, his voice playful.
"How did you..." Elena asked shocked, her eyes wide open.
"Your breathing kinda gave you away." Damon replied, finally opening one of his eyes and looking at her.
"You can hear that?"
"I can hear and see and smell a lot of things." Damon said shortly, closing his eye and turning his head back again.
Instead of asking what he meant by that, Elena asked the next thing that came to her mind. "So, how close to home are we?" Elena wanted to know then.
"Uhm... I fear you won't like the answer..." Damon replied carefully.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that we're too far away to go back home tonight, that's for sure."
"What do you mean too far away to go back home tonight?"
"It means, that we're too far away from home to go back tonight. You're going to freeze to death before we even get close to Mystic Falls."
Elena looked at him seriously, probably trying to figur out if he was lying or not. "You're kidding, right?" Elena asked but didn't sound so convinced.
"I... I fear, I'm not. Sorry.", he answered and rose his hands apologetically. "But hey, we passed a motel a couple of miles down this road." Damon added, pointing in the direction from which they came from.
"But I can't just stay away all night long. Jenna is going to freak out on me!" Elena said and started to freak out herself.
"Come on, Elena, relax. No need to destroy the good mood over something like that! I can talk to Jenna if you want."
"Yeah, because she's going to feel a loooooooot better when she knows that I'm with you." she replied mockingly.
"Hey, you asked me if I wanted to kill you. I told you that I don't. If I were to drive you home tonight you'd probably end up with pneumonia. I'm not going to risk that! And now stop freaking out because it won't change anything." Damon said and Elena knew immediately that he wouldn't argue with her about it any further. So instead of risking to start a fight with him, she simply gave in.
"Fine. But you're going to call Jenna." Elena said, getting up from the ground she walked over to the bike.
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Half an hour later, the sun had already set behind the trees, both Elena and Damon were fully dressed again and on their way back to the motel Damon was talking about. The road seemed to stretch on and on while the sun took its last sunrays down with it, illuminating the street in a dark light.
The talk with Jenna went way more smoothly than she would have thought. Then again, with Damon's charm, he could get everything he wanted. It only took him like two minutes to convince Jenna that it would be good for Elena to spend a night away from her everyday's life, away from all the problems and to just have fun for a few hours. Jenna didn't even argue and just wanted to talk Elena for a moment. She told her to take care and have fun and then the phone talk was over in 2 minutes and 57 seconds.
They started their way back immediately after having called Jenna and were nearing the motel in full speed. Elena was still wrapped up in Damon's leather jacket, Damon insisting that she should keep it since he couldn't get sick. They were just rounding another turn when the red and green flashing sign of the motel showed up on the horizon. Damon sped up even more and Elena moved closer to him, tightening the grip around his torso. She had decided to give up on telling him how to drive and instead just trust him.
But could she really fully trust him? Something within her still kept nagging at her that Damon wasn't honest. The kiss they had shared had clearly meant something to him and yet he pretended that it didn't mean a thing. Then again, wasn't that what she wanted? It to not mean anything? Because the truth was that it shouldn't mean anything. She couldn't just go around and kiss her boyfriend's brother. Especially not, if you knew the history of these two brothers. Elena had sworn herself that she would never get in the middle of them and that she would never be anything like Katherine. So what was she doing then when she kissed Damon?
Elena still couldn't explain to herself what had gotten into her when she had kissed Damon like that. There was something flowing between them, around them, within them and she just knew that she had to do it or she would never ever be happy again. But how was she supposed to ever be happy again now? Now that she knew what it really felt like to kiss Damon? Because even if she loved Stefan, which she really really did, Elena would never forget the feeling of Damon's soft lips on hers and how right and perfect it had felt.
A wave of guilt rolled over her and hit her with a force she had never experienced before. Stefan.... That was the reason that she couldn't think of back in the lake. The reason why she shouldn't be driving around with Damon, why she shouldn't spend the night in a motel with Damon, why she shouldn't kiss Damon. Stefan was the reason why Damon shouldn't be able to have so much power over her, why Damon shouldn't be able to send waves of calmness through her when she woke up in the middle of the night, why she shouldn't let Damon sleep in her bed to keep her safe.
But where was Stefan? Would she ever see him again? Elena hadn't heard of him in over a week and what scared her the most was the fact that she didn't feel pain or hurt or anger anymore when she looked at her cellphone and still hadn't received a call or a message. Another wave of guilt washed over her. What the hell was she doing? She loved Stefan. He was chasing after the murderer of her biological father and she had nothing better to do than kiss his brother? That wasn't like her. It's not who she wanted to be. And she couldn't go on like that and risk loosing both Stefan and Damon.
Elena was suddendly pulled out of her thoughts when Damon stopped the Harely Davidson in front of the motel. To avoide another close contact with Damon, Elena hopped of the bike herself and then waited for Damon to park it and get it ready for the night.
"So, that's where we're gonna sleep tonight?" Elena said to break the silence, since they hadn't said another word since back at the lake.
"Yes, that's exactly where we're going to sleep tonight." Damon replied before he went straight for the entrance. Elena caught up with him just when he was about to enter and before he stepped inside he held the door open for Elena.
The lobby, if one could call it that, wasn't big, so they were stranding in front of the counter immediately. An old man got up from a chair behind it, flashing them a teethless smile. Elena tried to return the smile as Damon started talking to the old man.
"A room for two?" the old man wanted to know, still smiling at the both of them.
Damon looked at Elena for a short moment and whatever he saw in her eyes made him nod slightly and turn his attention back to the guy. "No, two rooms, please." Damon said then and for a second Elena didn't know if she felt sad or relieved. No no no... No, she felt relieved. Elena was convinced that she only needed a little time and space and then in the morning, her feelings would have sorted themselves out and she could go on with her life, Stefan as her boyfriend and Damon as a very good friend.
"I'm sorry, but there's only one more room available." the old man replied and smiled at them apologetically. Elena's heart sunk as the old man looked through the book with reservations.
"Are you sure?" Damon asked and made the man look up. The old man's eyes were suddendly fixed on Damon. Elena watched Damon as he lowered his head a little so that he was eye to eye with the guy. "Are you really sure? Could you please check again?" Damon said, his voice sounding almost hypnotic.
"Damon!" Elena hushed, not liking the idea of Damon compelling the poor man but Damon only waved his hand at her, signaling her to be quiet as the man looked through the book again.
"Oh..." he started at last "it looks like I've missed a room. There is a family room available, with two seperate bedrooms."
"Doesn't that sound perfect? We'll take it!" Damon said with a smile and broke the connection with the old man to look at Elena, who shot him an angry look. It only made Damon smile even more.
The old man pulled a box up from under the counter and looked through it. Seconds later he held keys in his left hand that he handed over to Damon. "Room number 7. It's on the first floor. Turn right after the stairs and follow the hallway to the end."
"Thank you very much, sir." Elena said, giving him another small smile.
Damon's eyes were fixed on the old man again. "I'd also like to have a beer and..." Damon started but before he could go any further, Elena grabbed his hand and pulled him away.
"Sorry, sir, my friend was only kidding. Have nice evening." Elena excused the both of them and pulled Damon after her, his hand still in hers.
"I wasn't kid..." Damon started again, but again was cut off by Elena.
"DAMON!" she said angrily, marching on and only hearing Damon snicker behind her.
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Katherine silently opened the door to the motel room, glancing into it carefully. She spotted Damon lying on the bed, the covers pulled up to his waist, his chest bare. Not hesitating, she went into the room as silently as only a vampire could and closed the door behind her.
She looked over to the door that led to the children's bedroom, before she returned all her attention back to the man on the bed. An evil grin formed on Katherine's beautiful and flawless face and with a hop, she jummped directly onto Damon, wrapping her hand around his throat and gripping it tightly. Damon's eyes snapped open in shock and when he realized who was in the room he tried to fight her off. But Katherine, being way more older than him, was too strong. Damon wasn't able to get her off of him or even move so much as an inch.
"What..." he started but no sound left his mouth.
Katherine let out a loud and evil laugh that even made the usual fearless Damon break out in goose bumps, before she kissed him passionately and rammed a stake into his heart that she seemed to have pulled out of nowhere. Katherine threw her head up in the air, while all life left Damon, turning grey under her. Katherin laughed like the devil himself, the laughing dragging on and on until it turned into the hysterically screams of Elena who trashed around in her bed.
"Elena! Wake up! Come on, my love! Wake up!" Damon said, his hands shaking Elena carefully. "ELENA!" Damon tried again and again until her eyes finally snapped open and looked at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down her face.
Before he could say anything, Elena threw her arms around him, not even realizing that he was only wearing boxers. She sobbed against his chest while he held her close to his body, stroking her back soothingly.
"You're alive... God, you're alive..." she sobbed over and over again and felt his grip around her tighten. Damon's hand stroked over her head tentatively, as hot tears ran down his cold body.
Damon held her like that for what felt like hours until Elena finally calmed down a little, no more tears left to cry. She lay down again, pulling Damon with her who came to lie down next to her. Without saying another word, Elena being too exhausted and too scared that Damon would leave her again if she said something, Elena pulled the covers over the both of them, snuggled closer into Damon's side and then closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep.
That wave of calmness and peace and comfort that Damon's presence always seemed to send out, washed over her, making her sigh deeply. But this time it was different. For the first time it not only settled over her mind and body but over her heart as well. It felt like a tiny little flame that had been ignited within her. A little flame that was about to turn into a campfire and would sure as hell turn into a forest fire if no one would come and extinguish it soon.
And the last two thoughts that went through Elena's head, before exhaustion finally pulled her into sleep, were that 1) this fire looked a lot like the one she sometimes saw burning in Damon's eyes and 2) that it felt a lot like love.
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A/N: Soooooo, we're finally getting somewhere, don't we? Or maybe not? Would be too easy, right? I guess we will have to wait and see :-D Maybe... just maaaaaaaaaaybe I'd be able to update again very soon if you let me know what you think about this chapter ;-) That sounds like blackmailing? Nooo, I would never ever do that! But I'd still be very happy if you'd let me know anyways :-) Thanks a lot!