Fic: A Vampire's Policy [Vampire Diaries | PG13 | Elena/Damon | 10/?]
Title A Vampire's Policy
Author: jinxed_wood
Characters/Pairings: Damon /Elena, ensemble.
Rating: PG13
Category: Drama
Spoilers: Up to 1x19
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...
Author's Notes: This story basically went AU from the end of 1X18, but I shall be incorporating elements of subsequent episodes, like John's machinations, Bonnie distrust and anger, Stefan's struggle with his new thirst for human blood, and general plot points that I feel wouldn't be changed by Elena's Vampirism - needless to say, Elena won't be a part of the Miss Mystic falls competition, although it will feature in this story! Anyways, on with the show!
Previous parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE
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PART TEN
The woods behind the school were deserted, and the scent of vampire was hours old. It was also definitely Stefan's. Damon scowled, he had expected Stefan to have gone hunting when he didn't come home last night, but he had also hoped he would have had enough smarts to hunt a few towns over.
Apparently, he had been hoping for too much.
“We found her over there,” the Sheriff was saying, flashing her flashlight towards the left, as they traipsed through the underbrush. There was blood spray on the bark of a tree, and even some on the ground. Nothing a human eye could pick up, but noticeable to a Vampire.
Damon resisted the urge to snarl and tried to plaster a concerned look on his face, in order to mask the distinctly homicidal urges he was feeling. How the hell could his brother have been so careless? “It seems like the trail has gone cold,” he said aloud.
The sheriff nodded, frustration showing on her face. “I was kind of hoping you might pick up something I didn't see.”
“Sorry, I guess my Spidey senses aren't tingling today,” Damon drawled, as he picked up the direction of Stefan's trail. He had headed back towards town.
“Yes, well, maybe your investigation with John might unearth something,” Sheriff Forbes said, as she led them back to the road. She took out her cellphone and frowned at it. “I don't know why I even take this thing out of the car,” she said. “It seems every time I go off the road, I lose coverage. So much for it being a safety measure.”
Damon frowned, and felt a cold foreboding in his stomach. He whipped out his phone and glared at it. Sure enough, no signal. “Time to get a satellite phone,” he muttered.
“Oh, believe me, I'm thinking about it,” said the Sheriff. “Especially with what happened to Caroline, last week.”
“Yes, she found a body, didn't she,” Damon said absently. A bar suddenly blinked to life on his cellphone, as they neared their cars, and it immediately began to ring, as did the Sheriff's.
“No rest for the wicked,” the Sheriff said wryly, as she answered hers.
“Never a truer word,” Damon muttered, as he eyed the name on the screen. Another conversation with Anna, oh joy.
“That little baby vamp of yours has a real mean streak,” were her opening words.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Damon said coolly, looking at the Sheriff, who was having a heated conversation of her own. Something to do with her ex husband.
“Someone with you?” Anna asked.
“Yup.”
“Right. Get to the grill, ASAP.”
“You're there?”
“No, but Elena will be - any moment now.”
Damon heard the plastic molding of his phone creak in his grasp and forced himself to relax. “Thanks for letting me know - we'll talk later.”
She must have heard the inherent threat in his words, because she chuckled. “You are so whipped,” she said, and then hung up.
“Something important?” the Sheriff asked, as she got off her cell.
“Just more of the same,” he said. “I need to go. I'll contact you later, if I get anything new.”
The Sheriff nodded. “We need to get this cleared up as soon as possible. There are only so many animal attacks a town can get, before the state police become interested.”
“Gotcha,” Damon said flatly, wishing she'd take a hint and let him leave.
“It's Stefan, isn't it?” she asked suddenly. Damon swerved to look at her, and she smiled. “Caroline went through a similar stage, although she seems to be coming out of it,” she said.
In the back of Damon's mind, he wondered if the Sheriff remembered that he 'dated' said daughter, but he decided now was not the time to remind her of that salient fact.
“Are you able to deal with it?” she asked, when he didn't answer.
At this, Damon smiled. “Trust me, I know exactly how to deal with Stefan.”
There must have been something in his voice, because she gave him a long look before she nodded again and headed for her own car. He pulled out his cell again the moment he got into the driver's seat, and tried Elena's phone; she wasn't answering. He then phoned Stefan, but all he got was his voicemail again.
He slammed his fists against the driving wheel, before he pulled the car out onto the road and phoned Anna.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
She got straight to the point. “Stefan and Jeremy got into an argument outside The Grill. Stefan lost it and attacked Jeremy. I stepped in before he was too hurt. Jeremy is all right, but Stefan freaked out when he realised what he'd done, and ran off. I tried to call you and got no answer, and then I checked Jeremy's phone to get Elena's number, hoping I'd find you with her. She got upset.”
“Christ, Anna, what were thinking?” he ground out.
“I tried to calm her down but she was too far gone,” she said. “By the way, your brother seems very out of it...”
“He's feeding on human blood again.”
There was a pause. “How long has it been?”
“How the hell would I know...decades?” Damon said. “Where are you now?”
“At the motel. I didn't want to bring Jeremy back to his place until he'd recovered enough, and I couldn't exactly bring him back to mine.”
Damon's lips twitched at the thought of Anna bringing a Gilbert home to Pearl. “I might pay to see that,” he said.
“I think you have enough bloodshed in your future,” she said dryly. “Good luck with that.”
“Bitch.”
She hung up.
The Grill, Mystic Falls' most popular bar, restaurant and general town hangout, was already half packed when he arrived. He picked up Stefan's scent almost immediately, but it was already fading. He didn't pick up Elena's scent at all.
He paused when he recognised Elena's Aunt, Jenna, at the bar. Alaric was sitting beside her. He wondered how long the two of them were an item, as he nodded and made to walk past them.
“Damon!” Jenna called out, jumping to her feet. “Wait!”
Damon briefly considered pretending not to have heard her, but then decided against it. He had a funny feeling 'Aunt Jenna' was about to become a big part of his life, thanks to Elena, and it would probably not be very bright to get on her bad side.
“Jenna, hi!” he said cheerfully. “How's tricks?” From the look on Alaric's face, he must have laid it on a bit thick. Damon ignored him, and turned his smile on Jenna.
“Have you seen Elena?” she asked, and Damon kicked himself for not seeing this coming.
“No, how long has it been since you've seen her?” he asked, before he had an idea. “Because it's been a few days since I've seen Stefan, too.”
Jenna raised an eyebrow. “You think they might be together?” she asked.
“Well, it's a pretty big coincidence, isn't it?” Damon said, watching her. A worried expression, that reminded him strongly of Elena, flitted across her face; over her shoulder, a dark look crossed Alaric's. Of course, he taught at the highschool, he'd know that Stefan was in school yesterday, and that the dates didn't match up.
“Damn it, I'm not used to Elena being the difficult one,” Jenna said. “Jeremy going off the rails I can handle, I'm almost used to it - but Elena? Is this usual behaviour for Stefan?”
“To be honest, I've probably given Stefan a lot more freedom than your average seventeen year old,” Damon said. “So we're not the best comparison to make.”
Jenna frowned. “How long has it been - you know, since your parents died?”
Damon blinked, no one else had ever thought to ask that question before. “Our mother died when we were both young, Stefan doesn't even remember her. Father died...later.”
“Father... Mother... you're very formal,” Jenna said, looking at him intently, and Damon kicked himself again. The last thing he needed was for Jenna to become...interested.
“Well, what can I say, Dad was a very old fashioned guy,” he said lightly. “Gotta go - call me if you hear from Elena.” And with that, he turned and kept walking until he hit the back exit. He stepped into the dimly lit alley and Elena's scent, sweet and unmistakable, was heavy in the air.
“Shit,” he said, as he realised he'd still been hoping Anna had been wrong
“Talking about shit, what was that story you spun for Jenna in there?” Damon turned to see Alaric standing in the doorway, glowering at him.
“I don't have time for this,” Damon said. “Go back inside.” he stalked down the alley, until he found the spot Jeremy had lost blood. It was difficult to separate the scents out, what with there being three vampires in the alley in such a short period of time, but he eventually picked out Elena's. He needed to find her fast.
“Where the hell is Elena?” Alaric called after him
Damon felt something inside him flip and, within a split moment, he had Alaric slammed up against the wall. “A few words of advice,” he ground out. “You don't want to see Elena right now, you don't want Jenna to see her, either - and, if you do, I'd advise you to not invite her in.”
Alaric paled. “No.”
“Oh yes,”” Damon said, letting him go.”Go inside, Rick.”
“You turned her, didn't you?” he said, ignoring Damon's words. “Why the fuck would you do that? Don't try to tell me she asked, because we both know that's BS.”
“It was insurance,” Damon said. “I gave her some of my blood, just in case...it just so happened just in case came a lot sooner than I'd counted on.”
“What the hell am I going to tell Jenna?”
“You're going to tell her nothing,” Damon said. You're going to give me week.”
“A week? What the hell is going to change in a week?”
Damon gave him a cold smile. “A lot more than you'd think,” he promised. “See ya later, Rick.”
He sped out of the alley, stopping when he hit the main street. Elena's scent drifted through the air, and he followed. The streets were familiar, and Damon felt something inside him sink as he realised where she was heading.
Elena was going home
He found her sitting on the seat on her porch, her hands on lap, tears streaking her cheeks.
“I tried to follow Jeremy's scent, but there were so many others, so I gave up and came home, thinking he might be here, but he wasn't, and Aunt Jenna wasn't here, either, and I wanted to go in but, of course...I can't.
Damon nodded slowly as he stepped onto the porch. It was then he noticed the scent of blood. “What happened, Elena?” he asked.
“I....I...got hungry,” she said softly.
Damon sighed. “Is there a body?”
She gave a silent jerk of her head, to where the porch ended, and the unlit garden beyond started.
Damon nodded, and held out his hand. “Time to go, Elena...but first, I have to teach you how to dispose of a body.”
Lips pressed together, eyes not meeting his, she gave him a stiff nod as she placed her hand in his and stood. He led her off the porch.
PART ELEVEN
(A/N: Why, yes, it is quite possible I may be evil...why do you ask?
Author: jinxed_wood
Characters/Pairings: Damon /Elena, ensemble.
Rating: PG13
Category: Drama
Spoilers: Up to 1x19
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...
Author's Notes: This story basically went AU from the end of 1X18, but I shall be incorporating elements of subsequent episodes, like John's machinations, Bonnie distrust and anger, Stefan's struggle with his new thirst for human blood, and general plot points that I feel wouldn't be changed by Elena's Vampirism - needless to say, Elena won't be a part of the Miss Mystic falls competition, although it will feature in this story! Anyways, on with the show!
Previous parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE
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PART TEN
The woods behind the school were deserted, and the scent of vampire was hours old. It was also definitely Stefan's. Damon scowled, he had expected Stefan to have gone hunting when he didn't come home last night, but he had also hoped he would have had enough smarts to hunt a few towns over.
Apparently, he had been hoping for too much.
“We found her over there,” the Sheriff was saying, flashing her flashlight towards the left, as they traipsed through the underbrush. There was blood spray on the bark of a tree, and even some on the ground. Nothing a human eye could pick up, but noticeable to a Vampire.
Damon resisted the urge to snarl and tried to plaster a concerned look on his face, in order to mask the distinctly homicidal urges he was feeling. How the hell could his brother have been so careless? “It seems like the trail has gone cold,” he said aloud.
The sheriff nodded, frustration showing on her face. “I was kind of hoping you might pick up something I didn't see.”
“Sorry, I guess my Spidey senses aren't tingling today,” Damon drawled, as he picked up the direction of Stefan's trail. He had headed back towards town.
“Yes, well, maybe your investigation with John might unearth something,” Sheriff Forbes said, as she led them back to the road. She took out her cellphone and frowned at it. “I don't know why I even take this thing out of the car,” she said. “It seems every time I go off the road, I lose coverage. So much for it being a safety measure.”
Damon frowned, and felt a cold foreboding in his stomach. He whipped out his phone and glared at it. Sure enough, no signal. “Time to get a satellite phone,” he muttered.
“Oh, believe me, I'm thinking about it,” said the Sheriff. “Especially with what happened to Caroline, last week.”
“Yes, she found a body, didn't she,” Damon said absently. A bar suddenly blinked to life on his cellphone, as they neared their cars, and it immediately began to ring, as did the Sheriff's.
“No rest for the wicked,” the Sheriff said wryly, as she answered hers.
“Never a truer word,” Damon muttered, as he eyed the name on the screen. Another conversation with Anna, oh joy.
“That little baby vamp of yours has a real mean streak,” were her opening words.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Damon said coolly, looking at the Sheriff, who was having a heated conversation of her own. Something to do with her ex husband.
“Someone with you?” Anna asked.
“Yup.”
“Right. Get to the grill, ASAP.”
“You're there?”
“No, but Elena will be - any moment now.”
Damon heard the plastic molding of his phone creak in his grasp and forced himself to relax. “Thanks for letting me know - we'll talk later.”
She must have heard the inherent threat in his words, because she chuckled. “You are so whipped,” she said, and then hung up.
“Something important?” the Sheriff asked, as she got off her cell.
“Just more of the same,” he said. “I need to go. I'll contact you later, if I get anything new.”
The Sheriff nodded. “We need to get this cleared up as soon as possible. There are only so many animal attacks a town can get, before the state police become interested.”
“Gotcha,” Damon said flatly, wishing she'd take a hint and let him leave.
“It's Stefan, isn't it?” she asked suddenly. Damon swerved to look at her, and she smiled. “Caroline went through a similar stage, although she seems to be coming out of it,” she said.
In the back of Damon's mind, he wondered if the Sheriff remembered that he 'dated' said daughter, but he decided now was not the time to remind her of that salient fact.
“Are you able to deal with it?” she asked, when he didn't answer.
At this, Damon smiled. “Trust me, I know exactly how to deal with Stefan.”
There must have been something in his voice, because she gave him a long look before she nodded again and headed for her own car. He pulled out his cell again the moment he got into the driver's seat, and tried Elena's phone; she wasn't answering. He then phoned Stefan, but all he got was his voicemail again.
He slammed his fists against the driving wheel, before he pulled the car out onto the road and phoned Anna.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
She got straight to the point. “Stefan and Jeremy got into an argument outside The Grill. Stefan lost it and attacked Jeremy. I stepped in before he was too hurt. Jeremy is all right, but Stefan freaked out when he realised what he'd done, and ran off. I tried to call you and got no answer, and then I checked Jeremy's phone to get Elena's number, hoping I'd find you with her. She got upset.”
“Christ, Anna, what were thinking?” he ground out.
“I tried to calm her down but she was too far gone,” she said. “By the way, your brother seems very out of it...”
“He's feeding on human blood again.”
There was a pause. “How long has it been?”
“How the hell would I know...decades?” Damon said. “Where are you now?”
“At the motel. I didn't want to bring Jeremy back to his place until he'd recovered enough, and I couldn't exactly bring him back to mine.”
Damon's lips twitched at the thought of Anna bringing a Gilbert home to Pearl. “I might pay to see that,” he said.
“I think you have enough bloodshed in your future,” she said dryly. “Good luck with that.”
“Bitch.”
She hung up.
The Grill, Mystic Falls' most popular bar, restaurant and general town hangout, was already half packed when he arrived. He picked up Stefan's scent almost immediately, but it was already fading. He didn't pick up Elena's scent at all.
He paused when he recognised Elena's Aunt, Jenna, at the bar. Alaric was sitting beside her. He wondered how long the two of them were an item, as he nodded and made to walk past them.
“Damon!” Jenna called out, jumping to her feet. “Wait!”
Damon briefly considered pretending not to have heard her, but then decided against it. He had a funny feeling 'Aunt Jenna' was about to become a big part of his life, thanks to Elena, and it would probably not be very bright to get on her bad side.
“Jenna, hi!” he said cheerfully. “How's tricks?” From the look on Alaric's face, he must have laid it on a bit thick. Damon ignored him, and turned his smile on Jenna.
“Have you seen Elena?” she asked, and Damon kicked himself for not seeing this coming.
“No, how long has it been since you've seen her?” he asked, before he had an idea. “Because it's been a few days since I've seen Stefan, too.”
Jenna raised an eyebrow. “You think they might be together?” she asked.
“Well, it's a pretty big coincidence, isn't it?” Damon said, watching her. A worried expression, that reminded him strongly of Elena, flitted across her face; over her shoulder, a dark look crossed Alaric's. Of course, he taught at the highschool, he'd know that Stefan was in school yesterday, and that the dates didn't match up.
“Damn it, I'm not used to Elena being the difficult one,” Jenna said. “Jeremy going off the rails I can handle, I'm almost used to it - but Elena? Is this usual behaviour for Stefan?”
“To be honest, I've probably given Stefan a lot more freedom than your average seventeen year old,” Damon said. “So we're not the best comparison to make.”
Jenna frowned. “How long has it been - you know, since your parents died?”
Damon blinked, no one else had ever thought to ask that question before. “Our mother died when we were both young, Stefan doesn't even remember her. Father died...later.”
“Father... Mother... you're very formal,” Jenna said, looking at him intently, and Damon kicked himself again. The last thing he needed was for Jenna to become...interested.
“Well, what can I say, Dad was a very old fashioned guy,” he said lightly. “Gotta go - call me if you hear from Elena.” And with that, he turned and kept walking until he hit the back exit. He stepped into the dimly lit alley and Elena's scent, sweet and unmistakable, was heavy in the air.
“Shit,” he said, as he realised he'd still been hoping Anna had been wrong
“Talking about shit, what was that story you spun for Jenna in there?” Damon turned to see Alaric standing in the doorway, glowering at him.
“I don't have time for this,” Damon said. “Go back inside.” he stalked down the alley, until he found the spot Jeremy had lost blood. It was difficult to separate the scents out, what with there being three vampires in the alley in such a short period of time, but he eventually picked out Elena's. He needed to find her fast.
“Where the hell is Elena?” Alaric called after him
Damon felt something inside him flip and, within a split moment, he had Alaric slammed up against the wall. “A few words of advice,” he ground out. “You don't want to see Elena right now, you don't want Jenna to see her, either - and, if you do, I'd advise you to not invite her in.”
Alaric paled. “No.”
“Oh yes,”” Damon said, letting him go.”Go inside, Rick.”
“You turned her, didn't you?” he said, ignoring Damon's words. “Why the fuck would you do that? Don't try to tell me she asked, because we both know that's BS.”
“It was insurance,” Damon said. “I gave her some of my blood, just in case...it just so happened just in case came a lot sooner than I'd counted on.”
“What the hell am I going to tell Jenna?”
“You're going to tell her nothing,” Damon said. You're going to give me week.”
“A week? What the hell is going to change in a week?”
Damon gave him a cold smile. “A lot more than you'd think,” he promised. “See ya later, Rick.”
He sped out of the alley, stopping when he hit the main street. Elena's scent drifted through the air, and he followed. The streets were familiar, and Damon felt something inside him sink as he realised where she was heading.
Elena was going home
He found her sitting on the seat on her porch, her hands on lap, tears streaking her cheeks.
“I tried to follow Jeremy's scent, but there were so many others, so I gave up and came home, thinking he might be here, but he wasn't, and Aunt Jenna wasn't here, either, and I wanted to go in but, of course...I can't.
Damon nodded slowly as he stepped onto the porch. It was then he noticed the scent of blood. “What happened, Elena?” he asked.
“I....I...got hungry,” she said softly.
Damon sighed. “Is there a body?”
She gave a silent jerk of her head, to where the porch ended, and the unlit garden beyond started.
Damon nodded, and held out his hand. “Time to go, Elena...but first, I have to teach you how to dispose of a body.”
Lips pressed together, eyes not meeting his, she gave him a stiff nod as she placed her hand in his and stood. He led her off the porch.
PART ELEVEN
(A/N: Why, yes, it is quite possible I may be evil...why do you ask?