Fic: A Vampire's Policy [Vampire Diaries | PG13 | Elena/Damon | 4/?]
Title A Vampire's Policy
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: PG3
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 1x18
Warnings: It has vampires?
Show/Bookverse: Show
Summary:Stefan reignites his hunger for human blood, Elena tries to hold on, and Damon ensures he gets his own way...
Previous parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
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PART FOUR
Elena was aware that Damon was speaking to her - something about rings and snacks - but she couldn't concentrate on the words. Her head was pounding, and she had the feeling that there was something she was supposed to be doing right now. Something urgent, and important, and taunting her from the edges of her memory. It was like a craving, a need that she couldn't shake...
Her eyes widened. Oh God, she was hungry.
“Ah, just hit you, has it?” Damon asked.
Elena glared at him as she scrambled off the bed, the throw clutched to her chest. She wanted to shout, to scream, but every time she tried to form the words in her head, the gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach pushed them away.
“Shirts are over there,” Damon said, jerking his chin at his wardrobe.
Elena turned and fumbled at the door. A hand suddenly pulled it open for her, and Damon was by her side. He pulled out a black shirt and held it up for her. Elena awkwardly shrugged herself into it, letting the throw fall to the floor as she pulled it closed. He circled her, and made short work of the buttons as he talked.
“It's going to get worse,” he said, almost conversationally, “We need to find you someone to feed on quickly, or you'll have trouble stopping before they're dead - I presume killing would be an issue?”
Elena frowned as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “Stefan...Stefan said...it was impossible to stop when you're young.”
Damon rolled his eyes. “Well, doh,” he said. “You don't need to be able to stop yourself, I'll do it for you.”
Elena was sure there was a fault in his logic, but she couldn't think what it was...the pounding hunger roared inside her, making her insides twist and her mouth run dry. “How long?” she said, eventually.
“Six to eight hours,” he said quietly. “More than enough time.”
“I didn't...” She wanted to say she didn't want this, but the truth was she didn't want to die. She felt Damon's hand on her arm, guiding her back to the bed.
“You brother will be here soon,” he said.
Elena's head lifted, his words cutting through the hunger. “No,” she said.
He gave her long look. “Right, scratch that plan,” he said softly. “Which means we'll have to go a-hunting.”
Elena shivered at the words, at once both horrified and excited at the thought. “Damon, I don't think I can do this.”
“Oh, trust me, Elena, you can do this,” he said.
“You did this to me,” she said, filled with the sudden urge to wipe that knowing smirk off his face. "You made me a monster."
“Now, fair is fair, I can't take all the credit,” he said. “Little Jeremy has to take half. He was the one who delivered the killing blow, after all.”
Elena shuddered. “I hate you!”
“Oh, you only wish it were that simple,” he murmured, eyeing her. His head reared up, and Elena felt a jolt of surprise when she realised she'd also heard what had alerted him.
“There's someone downstairs,” she said.
He nodded. “You brother,” he said briefly. “Stay here. I'll deal with him.”
He moved, a smeared blur across the room, and Elena found herself alone. She heard Damon's voice, and Jeremy's. A tension rose in her body, a surety that she didn't want to be alone, and she moved towards the door and stepped out into the landing. Jeremy was in the hallway, downstairs.
“I want to see her,” he said. “I need to explain.”
“It can wait 'til later,” Damon said,as he rifled through the backpack in his hands. Elena recognised it as one of her aunt's. “Go. Now.”
“But--”
“Jer!” Elena said, and Jeremy's head swerved up.
“Elena!” he said, the relief evident in his voice. “I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay, Jer,” she said, taking a step towards the stairs. “I...” And then it hit her, like a knife through her senses. She heard the roar of his blood, the beat of his heart. Pain spiked through her nerves, a yawing pit screaming in her stomach. Her senses went into overdrive, as if she were on a wild, crazed adrenaline rush. She could hear everything. The owl living under the eaves of the house, the deer in the woods behind, the breath from Damon's lips, the cars on the main road, and the blood....the blood.
Time contracted, and she was suddenly downstairs. Jeremy was in front of her, fear on his face.
“Elena, your eyes,” he said.
“Jeremy...I need...” She pulled him into her arms, and he stood frozen, passive, almost willing--
“Okay, party's over,” said Damon's voice, and Elena found herself flying backwards and hitting the wall. The impact winded her, and cleared her head.
“Oh no,” she whispered.
“Don't let the door hit you on the way out,” Damon said to Jeremy, and Elena watched as her brother scrambled outside.
“I couldn't stop myself,” she said softly. “Stefan was right. I nearly hurt him, I nearly ripped his throat out.”
Damon blurred into her field of vision. “Stefan has a stick up his ass,” he pronounced. “And he could also do with a lesson or two about moderation.” he gave her a long, considering look, before taking her hand. “Come with me,” he said, guiding her to the couch.
She sat on it, not knowing what else to do, and Damon crouched in front of her.
“Tonight, you and I are going to go for a little stroll in the woods,” he said. “There's a camping ground not too far from here, and as tents don't have a threshold barrier, it's basically an all you can eat buffet, as long as you're not stupid about it.”
“I don't want to kill anyone,” she said flatly.
“You're not going to,” he said. “I'm going to stop you before you take too much, and I'm going to teach you how to bite without causing too much damage.” He caught her eyes. “Trust me.”
Elena shivered, and then closed her eyes, nodding. “How am I going to learn to bite properly?”
“You're going to practice on me,” he said.
“What?” her eyes flashed open, and she caught him smirking at her.
“I taste pretty good, I'll have you know,” he said. “I'm just not as filling as the real thing.”
Elena licked her lips. “But won't it hurt you?”
“Vampire, remember? I kinda like the pain.”
“You do realise how twisted that sounds, right?”
His grin grew wide. “Bite me.”
Elena laughed, despite herself.
“That's better,” he said. “Now, lean into my neck.”
She leaned forwards, resting her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes nervously. “You sure about this?”
“Elena, this is my idea of fun,” he teased. “Just relax, and follow the vein down my neck.”
Her eyes trailed to his neck. His blood didn't call to her like Jeremy's, it didn't make her want to rip him open, but there definitely was an attraction. “Will I have any side affects from drinking your blood?”
“No more side effects than you have already, from my blood turning you,” he said enigmatically.
“So, does that makes you my sire, and me your childe?” she asked, her mind flashing on an Anne Rice book she'd read in Junior High.
He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do me a favour, never use those words again.”
Elena laughed softly. “whatever you say...Dad.”
He growled softly, and Elena silenced him by tentatively pressing her mouth against his neck, feeling the cool softness of his skin and the give in his flesh. The blood didn't pump as strongly as it had in Jeremy, but it still circulated. She felt her mouth water, her teeth extending, a pleasurable pain.
“Bite down gently,” he said softly, “Your teeth are sharp, you don't have to force it.”
Elena closed her eyes and broke his skin. Blood filled her mouth, and she drank greedily, feeling it rush down her throat. Oh...god... she never knew it would feel like this. She moaned against his neck as she felt his hands dig into her shoulders.
“Gently,” he said, “Gently.” he let her pull a few more mouthfuls, before pushing her back, breaking her contact with his skin. He gave her a lazy, hooded smile. “You've spilled a little,” he said, and his mouth was on hers, lapping at her lips.
“What is going on here?”
Stefan's voice cut through her haze, and she pulled back awkwardly, her heart thudding in her chest. Damon's smile twisted as he got to his feet.
“Did you get the book?” he asked, sidestepping the question.
Stefan hesitated. “No,” he said. “Bonnie wasn't there.”
Damon pulled a face. “That complicates things. I was hoping to get Elena a ring before anyone noticed something was up.” he shrugged it off. “Oh well, we'll deal with that when we get there. It's gone dark outside, time for us to go.”
“You can't be serious!” Stefan protested. “You can't just take her out to kill someone.”
“Not kill, feed,” Damon corrected him. “And I think you'll find I'm as serious as a heart attack.”
“I'm not going to let you do it.”
“You don't have a choice, baby brother, she is going to feed, and that's that,” Damon said. “Remember what I said earlier.”
Stefan folded his arms. “No.”
“Oh, Don't make me smack you down! A few stolen glasses of O neg doesn't make you strong enough to take me, Popeye.”
“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”
“Stop it,” Elena said quietly. “Please, stop it.”
Stefan gave her a pleading look. “You don't know what it'll be like, Elena. You won't be the same.”
“But I won't be dead, either,” Elena said, looking up to meet his eyes. “I don't want to die.”
“And that would be case closed,” Damon said cheerfully. “C'mon, up we get.” He pulled her up from the couch, and gave her a pleased look. “It's not the end of the world, Elena,” he said. “It doesn't even get second place.”
“I'll go with you,”Stefan said hurriedly.
Damon gave him a sharp look. “In the state you're in? I don't think so. I'll have my hands full enough with little Miss Ravenous, here. The last thing I need along for the ride, is a teetotaller who's just somersaulted off the wagon. Go chase a squirrel, or something. We'll see you later,” he said, dismissively.
Elena didn't resist as he caught her hand again, and led her from the house.
PART FIVE
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: PG3
Category: Drama
Spoilers: 1x18
Warnings: It has vampires?
Show/Bookverse: Show
Summary:Stefan reignites his hunger for human blood, Elena tries to hold on, and Damon ensures he gets his own way...
Previous parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
-----------------------------------------
PART FOUR
Elena was aware that Damon was speaking to her - something about rings and snacks - but she couldn't concentrate on the words. Her head was pounding, and she had the feeling that there was something she was supposed to be doing right now. Something urgent, and important, and taunting her from the edges of her memory. It was like a craving, a need that she couldn't shake...
Her eyes widened. Oh God, she was hungry.
“Ah, just hit you, has it?” Damon asked.
Elena glared at him as she scrambled off the bed, the throw clutched to her chest. She wanted to shout, to scream, but every time she tried to form the words in her head, the gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach pushed them away.
“Shirts are over there,” Damon said, jerking his chin at his wardrobe.
Elena turned and fumbled at the door. A hand suddenly pulled it open for her, and Damon was by her side. He pulled out a black shirt and held it up for her. Elena awkwardly shrugged herself into it, letting the throw fall to the floor as she pulled it closed. He circled her, and made short work of the buttons as he talked.
“It's going to get worse,” he said, almost conversationally, “We need to find you someone to feed on quickly, or you'll have trouble stopping before they're dead - I presume killing would be an issue?”
Elena frowned as she tried to put her thoughts into words. “Stefan...Stefan said...it was impossible to stop when you're young.”
Damon rolled his eyes. “Well, doh,” he said. “You don't need to be able to stop yourself, I'll do it for you.”
Elena was sure there was a fault in his logic, but she couldn't think what it was...the pounding hunger roared inside her, making her insides twist and her mouth run dry. “How long?” she said, eventually.
“Six to eight hours,” he said quietly. “More than enough time.”
“I didn't...” She wanted to say she didn't want this, but the truth was she didn't want to die. She felt Damon's hand on her arm, guiding her back to the bed.
“You brother will be here soon,” he said.
Elena's head lifted, his words cutting through the hunger. “No,” she said.
He gave her long look. “Right, scratch that plan,” he said softly. “Which means we'll have to go a-hunting.”
Elena shivered at the words, at once both horrified and excited at the thought. “Damon, I don't think I can do this.”
“Oh, trust me, Elena, you can do this,” he said.
“You did this to me,” she said, filled with the sudden urge to wipe that knowing smirk off his face. "You made me a monster."
“Now, fair is fair, I can't take all the credit,” he said. “Little Jeremy has to take half. He was the one who delivered the killing blow, after all.”
Elena shuddered. “I hate you!”
“Oh, you only wish it were that simple,” he murmured, eyeing her. His head reared up, and Elena felt a jolt of surprise when she realised she'd also heard what had alerted him.
“There's someone downstairs,” she said.
He nodded. “You brother,” he said briefly. “Stay here. I'll deal with him.”
He moved, a smeared blur across the room, and Elena found herself alone. She heard Damon's voice, and Jeremy's. A tension rose in her body, a surety that she didn't want to be alone, and she moved towards the door and stepped out into the landing. Jeremy was in the hallway, downstairs.
“I want to see her,” he said. “I need to explain.”
“It can wait 'til later,” Damon said,as he rifled through the backpack in his hands. Elena recognised it as one of her aunt's. “Go. Now.”
“But--”
“Jer!” Elena said, and Jeremy's head swerved up.
“Elena!” he said, the relief evident in his voice. “I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay, Jer,” she said, taking a step towards the stairs. “I...” And then it hit her, like a knife through her senses. She heard the roar of his blood, the beat of his heart. Pain spiked through her nerves, a yawing pit screaming in her stomach. Her senses went into overdrive, as if she were on a wild, crazed adrenaline rush. She could hear everything. The owl living under the eaves of the house, the deer in the woods behind, the breath from Damon's lips, the cars on the main road, and the blood....the blood.
Time contracted, and she was suddenly downstairs. Jeremy was in front of her, fear on his face.
“Elena, your eyes,” he said.
“Jeremy...I need...” She pulled him into her arms, and he stood frozen, passive, almost willing--
“Okay, party's over,” said Damon's voice, and Elena found herself flying backwards and hitting the wall. The impact winded her, and cleared her head.
“Oh no,” she whispered.
“Don't let the door hit you on the way out,” Damon said to Jeremy, and Elena watched as her brother scrambled outside.
“I couldn't stop myself,” she said softly. “Stefan was right. I nearly hurt him, I nearly ripped his throat out.”
Damon blurred into her field of vision. “Stefan has a stick up his ass,” he pronounced. “And he could also do with a lesson or two about moderation.” he gave her a long, considering look, before taking her hand. “Come with me,” he said, guiding her to the couch.
She sat on it, not knowing what else to do, and Damon crouched in front of her.
“Tonight, you and I are going to go for a little stroll in the woods,” he said. “There's a camping ground not too far from here, and as tents don't have a threshold barrier, it's basically an all you can eat buffet, as long as you're not stupid about it.”
“I don't want to kill anyone,” she said flatly.
“You're not going to,” he said. “I'm going to stop you before you take too much, and I'm going to teach you how to bite without causing too much damage.” He caught her eyes. “Trust me.”
Elena shivered, and then closed her eyes, nodding. “How am I going to learn to bite properly?”
“You're going to practice on me,” he said.
“What?” her eyes flashed open, and she caught him smirking at her.
“I taste pretty good, I'll have you know,” he said. “I'm just not as filling as the real thing.”
Elena licked her lips. “But won't it hurt you?”
“Vampire, remember? I kinda like the pain.”
“You do realise how twisted that sounds, right?”
His grin grew wide. “Bite me.”
Elena laughed, despite herself.
“That's better,” he said. “Now, lean into my neck.”
She leaned forwards, resting her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes nervously. “You sure about this?”
“Elena, this is my idea of fun,” he teased. “Just relax, and follow the vein down my neck.”
Her eyes trailed to his neck. His blood didn't call to her like Jeremy's, it didn't make her want to rip him open, but there definitely was an attraction. “Will I have any side affects from drinking your blood?”
“No more side effects than you have already, from my blood turning you,” he said enigmatically.
“So, does that makes you my sire, and me your childe?” she asked, her mind flashing on an Anne Rice book she'd read in Junior High.
He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do me a favour, never use those words again.”
Elena laughed softly. “whatever you say...Dad.”
He growled softly, and Elena silenced him by tentatively pressing her mouth against his neck, feeling the cool softness of his skin and the give in his flesh. The blood didn't pump as strongly as it had in Jeremy, but it still circulated. She felt her mouth water, her teeth extending, a pleasurable pain.
“Bite down gently,” he said softly, “Your teeth are sharp, you don't have to force it.”
Elena closed her eyes and broke his skin. Blood filled her mouth, and she drank greedily, feeling it rush down her throat. Oh...god... she never knew it would feel like this. She moaned against his neck as she felt his hands dig into her shoulders.
“Gently,” he said, “Gently.” he let her pull a few more mouthfuls, before pushing her back, breaking her contact with his skin. He gave her a lazy, hooded smile. “You've spilled a little,” he said, and his mouth was on hers, lapping at her lips.
“What is going on here?”
Stefan's voice cut through her haze, and she pulled back awkwardly, her heart thudding in her chest. Damon's smile twisted as he got to his feet.
“Did you get the book?” he asked, sidestepping the question.
Stefan hesitated. “No,” he said. “Bonnie wasn't there.”
Damon pulled a face. “That complicates things. I was hoping to get Elena a ring before anyone noticed something was up.” he shrugged it off. “Oh well, we'll deal with that when we get there. It's gone dark outside, time for us to go.”
“You can't be serious!” Stefan protested. “You can't just take her out to kill someone.”
“Not kill, feed,” Damon corrected him. “And I think you'll find I'm as serious as a heart attack.”
“I'm not going to let you do it.”
“You don't have a choice, baby brother, she is going to feed, and that's that,” Damon said. “Remember what I said earlier.”
Stefan folded his arms. “No.”
“Oh, Don't make me smack you down! A few stolen glasses of O neg doesn't make you strong enough to take me, Popeye.”
“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”
“Stop it,” Elena said quietly. “Please, stop it.”
Stefan gave her a pleading look. “You don't know what it'll be like, Elena. You won't be the same.”
“But I won't be dead, either,” Elena said, looking up to meet his eyes. “I don't want to die.”
“And that would be case closed,” Damon said cheerfully. “C'mon, up we get.” He pulled her up from the couch, and gave her a pleased look. “It's not the end of the world, Elena,” he said. “It doesn't even get second place.”
“I'll go with you,”Stefan said hurriedly.
Damon gave him a sharp look. “In the state you're in? I don't think so. I'll have my hands full enough with little Miss Ravenous, here. The last thing I need along for the ride, is a teetotaller who's just somersaulted off the wagon. Go chase a squirrel, or something. We'll see you later,” he said, dismissively.
Elena didn't resist as he caught her hand again, and led her from the house.
PART FIVE