Fic: A Vampire's Policy [Vampire Diaries | PG13 | Elena/Damon | 5/?]
Title A Vampire's Policy
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: PG13
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
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PART FIVE
They ran through the woods, and Elena's whole body seemed to scream at her, her senses feeding her information she hardly knew existed. Every leaf and twig seemed to harbour life, every plant had a distinct and separate scent. The stars in the sky glittered unnaturally bright through the branches above. The world had changed.
She stopped in the middle of a clearing and stared up at the sky, and Damon tugged at her hand impatiently.
“You can bliss out in the moonlight later,” he said. “You need to feed.”
Her hunger roared to life again, and she felt her fangs descend. Amusement shone in Damon's eyes, as he dragged her amongst the trees.
“Tread lightly,” he said, under his breath. “There's a camp site ahead of us.”
She was about to ask him how he knew, but then she realised she already knew how. Fire smoke tainted the air, teasing her nose, and she fell into step beside him as they threaded through the woods. They found the tent easily, and Elena could hear the slow beats of two sleeping hearts.
“Stay here,” Damon said. “We don't want then near you when they thrash about. Instinct can be a bitch.”
Elena didn't have to ask what he meant as even his words sent an chilling thrill through her. She leaned against a tree and tried to steady herself.
Damon was already inside the tent, silent as a ghost, and she heard their hearts stutter into panic. His voice was low and hypnotic as he reined them under his spell, and the tent suddenly disintegrated as Damon tore it open and held up his catch.
“Boy or girl?” he asked, holding them both up by the neck.
“What?” Elena gasped, slightly stupefied by the sound of their thrumming hearts. She felt her fangs extend as the hunger threatened to blank out even the power of speech. She dug her fingers into the tree trunk, and felt a jolt of surprise as they broke through the bark as if it were a crust on a loaf of bread.
“Never mind,” Damon said dryly. “I can see we have moved beyond menu choices.” He glanced at the woman. “I'll keep you for later,” he said, as he tossed her to the ground. “Come here, Elena,” he said, stretching out his hand
With an effort, she pried her fingers open and let the tree go, stumbling to him. The man was young, in his early twenties, and his face had that slack expression; the one that told her he'd been compelled within every inch of his life
“Damon, I'm not...I can't...”
He looked at her, long and hard, and then pulled the camper's head back, showing Elena his vulnerable neck. His pulse throbbed, and Elena found herself riveted. The distance was closed, and his throat was in her mouth, her teeth in his flesh. The hunger flashed white, and she drank and drank...
Hands pried her loose, and she fought them. They tightened painfully, and Elena gasped as she suddenly found herself hanging mid-air, held up by the thin material of the shirt she was wearing. It wouldn't take a lot to break free, and Damon obviously knew what she was thinking, because he smirked at her.
“Snack, not meal, remember?” he said.
Elena felt herself flush. “You can put me down now,” she said.
His head tilted, studying her, and then he flashed her a smile. “My turn,” he said, and Elena watched as he bent over the woman and fed. She found herself fascinated by the sound of the woman's blood flowing into his mouth, and the way he pinned her body to him. He raised his head and smiled, and Elena's eyes fixated on the blood decorating his mouth.
“We should be getting back,” she said quietly. “Stefan will be waiting.”
His mouth quirked, and Elena felt a pang of lust and hunger, all coiled together into one tight ball in her chest. She was pretty sure that if she didn't move, she would quickly cross a line she wasn't ready for yet. She stumbled away from the destroyed tent, and the two unconscious campers, and she was almost at the lodge when Damon appeared at her side again.
“You'll get used to it,” he said. “The feeding... it'll become second nature to you. You won't even think about it.”
“Don't,” she said, as the hunger flared inside her, unsatiated.
He grabbed her chin, and pulled her around, studying her. His mouth was clean again, and Elena was both relieved and strangely disappointed. “I have a supply of blood at home,” he said. “That is, if Stefan hasn't finished it off already - he's had a very hearty appetite of late.”
“How long before I can control this?” she asked. “How long before I can go near someone without wanting to eviscerate them?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, as if she were asking about the weather. “It won't be any time soon,” he said. “You'll need to keep yourself nice and full on banked blood just to stave off the worst of it - but it isn't just the blood itself, as I'm sure you've already figured out.”
Elena remembered the thrill she felt at the thought of hunting, and nodded warily. “How can you walk into a bar with all that going on inside you?” she asked.
“Alcohol is your friend,” he said, with a shrug. “Takes the edge off.”
Elena snorted. “It didn't seem to help Stefan,” she said.
“Stefan has a whole side order of issues going on,” Damon said. “None of which are your problem. You've definitely got enough on your plate.”
Elena looked at the light that glowed from Stefan's bedroom window, and felt a pang of regret. “I've let him down,” she said.
“You survived,” Damon said, emphatically. “Trust me, there's nothing romantic about being a body in the ground. He'll get over it.”
“Will he?” Elena asked. “I'm not so sure.”
Damon rolled his eyes. “He loves you, Elena,” he ground out. “He'll come around - worst luck.”
Elena rose an eyebrow. “What's that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“Face it, Elena, you're a lot more fun when he's not around.”
Elena thumped his arm. “I can be fun!”
“Oh, believe me, I know you can.” He gave her a knowing look. “I remember Georgia.” He dragged her towards the house. “We need to get you cleaned up and fed,” he said. “Something tells me that Uncle John isn't finished with us yet, and I need to pay Pearl a visit and tell her to lay off the midnight visits to the local blood bank...fun, fun, fun.”
“Someone might think you're becoming all responsible,” Elena teased.
“Not even in jest, little girl.” He came to a standstill. “Although you do have a point,” he said. “Why am I doing this?”
“Because you secretly have a hankering for small town life?”
He eyed her. “How about you?” he asked.
“What about me?”
“Are you happy here?”
Elena blinked. “What are you asking, Damon?”
There was a long pause. “Never mind,” he said, pulling her into the house. “Get changed. I'll check our blood supply.”
And Elena found herself alone in the hallway. “What just happened there?” she murmured to herself, before shaking her head. She had enough on her mind, without trying to untangle Damon's. She grabbed the backpack that Jeremy had dropped off and climbed the stairs. Stefan was waiting for her on the landing.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” Elena said softly.
“I'm sorry,” they said, in unison, and Elena laughed.
“I shouldn't have spoken to you like that,” Stefan said, with a small smile. “I've been there. I remember how it feels. I was...unfair.”
“I'm sorry too,” Elena said. “You know this isn't what I wanted.”
Stefan opened his arms, and Elena ran into them.
“We can work this out,” he said. “We can make this work.” He kissed her, and Elena eagerly responded. She felt her fangs lengthen.
“Stefan,” she murmured, as the taste of his blood filled her mouth.
He reared back, and Elena caught a panicked expression flit across his face. “I can't do this,” he said, as he stumbled back. “I'm so sorry, Elena, I can't”
He sped down the steps, and Elena stood there, stunned, as she heard the front door slam. She ran to the balustrade, and saw Damon looking up at her, an indiscernible expression on his face.
“Well, isn't that just peachy,” he said.
PART SIX
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: PG13
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
-------------------------
PART FIVE
They ran through the woods, and Elena's whole body seemed to scream at her, her senses feeding her information she hardly knew existed. Every leaf and twig seemed to harbour life, every plant had a distinct and separate scent. The stars in the sky glittered unnaturally bright through the branches above. The world had changed.
She stopped in the middle of a clearing and stared up at the sky, and Damon tugged at her hand impatiently.
“You can bliss out in the moonlight later,” he said. “You need to feed.”
Her hunger roared to life again, and she felt her fangs descend. Amusement shone in Damon's eyes, as he dragged her amongst the trees.
“Tread lightly,” he said, under his breath. “There's a camp site ahead of us.”
She was about to ask him how he knew, but then she realised she already knew how. Fire smoke tainted the air, teasing her nose, and she fell into step beside him as they threaded through the woods. They found the tent easily, and Elena could hear the slow beats of two sleeping hearts.
“Stay here,” Damon said. “We don't want then near you when they thrash about. Instinct can be a bitch.”
Elena didn't have to ask what he meant as even his words sent an chilling thrill through her. She leaned against a tree and tried to steady herself.
Damon was already inside the tent, silent as a ghost, and she heard their hearts stutter into panic. His voice was low and hypnotic as he reined them under his spell, and the tent suddenly disintegrated as Damon tore it open and held up his catch.
“Boy or girl?” he asked, holding them both up by the neck.
“What?” Elena gasped, slightly stupefied by the sound of their thrumming hearts. She felt her fangs extend as the hunger threatened to blank out even the power of speech. She dug her fingers into the tree trunk, and felt a jolt of surprise as they broke through the bark as if it were a crust on a loaf of bread.
“Never mind,” Damon said dryly. “I can see we have moved beyond menu choices.” He glanced at the woman. “I'll keep you for later,” he said, as he tossed her to the ground. “Come here, Elena,” he said, stretching out his hand
With an effort, she pried her fingers open and let the tree go, stumbling to him. The man was young, in his early twenties, and his face had that slack expression; the one that told her he'd been compelled within every inch of his life
“Damon, I'm not...I can't...”
He looked at her, long and hard, and then pulled the camper's head back, showing Elena his vulnerable neck. His pulse throbbed, and Elena found herself riveted. The distance was closed, and his throat was in her mouth, her teeth in his flesh. The hunger flashed white, and she drank and drank...
Hands pried her loose, and she fought them. They tightened painfully, and Elena gasped as she suddenly found herself hanging mid-air, held up by the thin material of the shirt she was wearing. It wouldn't take a lot to break free, and Damon obviously knew what she was thinking, because he smirked at her.
“Snack, not meal, remember?” he said.
Elena felt herself flush. “You can put me down now,” she said.
His head tilted, studying her, and then he flashed her a smile. “My turn,” he said, and Elena watched as he bent over the woman and fed. She found herself fascinated by the sound of the woman's blood flowing into his mouth, and the way he pinned her body to him. He raised his head and smiled, and Elena's eyes fixated on the blood decorating his mouth.
“We should be getting back,” she said quietly. “Stefan will be waiting.”
His mouth quirked, and Elena felt a pang of lust and hunger, all coiled together into one tight ball in her chest. She was pretty sure that if she didn't move, she would quickly cross a line she wasn't ready for yet. She stumbled away from the destroyed tent, and the two unconscious campers, and she was almost at the lodge when Damon appeared at her side again.
“You'll get used to it,” he said. “The feeding... it'll become second nature to you. You won't even think about it.”
“Don't,” she said, as the hunger flared inside her, unsatiated.
He grabbed her chin, and pulled her around, studying her. His mouth was clean again, and Elena was both relieved and strangely disappointed. “I have a supply of blood at home,” he said. “That is, if Stefan hasn't finished it off already - he's had a very hearty appetite of late.”
“How long before I can control this?” she asked. “How long before I can go near someone without wanting to eviscerate them?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, as if she were asking about the weather. “It won't be any time soon,” he said. “You'll need to keep yourself nice and full on banked blood just to stave off the worst of it - but it isn't just the blood itself, as I'm sure you've already figured out.”
Elena remembered the thrill she felt at the thought of hunting, and nodded warily. “How can you walk into a bar with all that going on inside you?” she asked.
“Alcohol is your friend,” he said, with a shrug. “Takes the edge off.”
Elena snorted. “It didn't seem to help Stefan,” she said.
“Stefan has a whole side order of issues going on,” Damon said. “None of which are your problem. You've definitely got enough on your plate.”
Elena looked at the light that glowed from Stefan's bedroom window, and felt a pang of regret. “I've let him down,” she said.
“You survived,” Damon said, emphatically. “Trust me, there's nothing romantic about being a body in the ground. He'll get over it.”
“Will he?” Elena asked. “I'm not so sure.”
Damon rolled his eyes. “He loves you, Elena,” he ground out. “He'll come around - worst luck.”
Elena rose an eyebrow. “What's that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“Face it, Elena, you're a lot more fun when he's not around.”
Elena thumped his arm. “I can be fun!”
“Oh, believe me, I know you can.” He gave her a knowing look. “I remember Georgia.” He dragged her towards the house. “We need to get you cleaned up and fed,” he said. “Something tells me that Uncle John isn't finished with us yet, and I need to pay Pearl a visit and tell her to lay off the midnight visits to the local blood bank...fun, fun, fun.”
“Someone might think you're becoming all responsible,” Elena teased.
“Not even in jest, little girl.” He came to a standstill. “Although you do have a point,” he said. “Why am I doing this?”
“Because you secretly have a hankering for small town life?”
He eyed her. “How about you?” he asked.
“What about me?”
“Are you happy here?”
Elena blinked. “What are you asking, Damon?”
There was a long pause. “Never mind,” he said, pulling her into the house. “Get changed. I'll check our blood supply.”
And Elena found herself alone in the hallway. “What just happened there?” she murmured to herself, before shaking her head. She had enough on her mind, without trying to untangle Damon's. She grabbed the backpack that Jeremy had dropped off and climbed the stairs. Stefan was waiting for her on the landing.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” Elena said softly.
“I'm sorry,” they said, in unison, and Elena laughed.
“I shouldn't have spoken to you like that,” Stefan said, with a small smile. “I've been there. I remember how it feels. I was...unfair.”
“I'm sorry too,” Elena said. “You know this isn't what I wanted.”
Stefan opened his arms, and Elena ran into them.
“We can work this out,” he said. “We can make this work.” He kissed her, and Elena eagerly responded. She felt her fangs lengthen.
“Stefan,” she murmured, as the taste of his blood filled her mouth.
He reared back, and Elena caught a panicked expression flit across his face. “I can't do this,” he said, as he stumbled back. “I'm so sorry, Elena, I can't”
He sped down the steps, and Elena stood there, stunned, as she heard the front door slam. She ran to the balustrade, and saw Damon looking up at her, an indiscernible expression on his face.
“Well, isn't that just peachy,” he said.
PART SIX