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A soft willing body arching,
straining in pleasure,
hot breath, panting in my ear.
Her fingers grasping,
nails scraping down my back;
her legs entangled around my body,
pulling me closer.
Sinking down into her,
whispering sweet nothings,
my name being chanted in my ear.
Her vervain necklace digging into my chest,
Reminding us of what I am.
Sometimes she would reward me and take the necklace off,
Granting me more trust than I deserved.
"Please….harder…." her breath ragged and infused with pleasure. She repeater her plea over and over again until I granted her request. Her hair fanned out around her, like a sheet for my pillows.
My hips like pistons,
giving her pleasure.
Hearing her moans grow louder,
my animal behavior rose.
Desperately trying to regain control,
my head dropped to her shoulder.
"It's okay. I understand baby, you can bite me…" her voiced echoed softly in the room. It was as if she was everywhere, becoming a part of me.
I raised my head at her submission, my hips slowing. This had started as a game, to make her beg for my body, and to beg for her conquest. Here she was offering freely, trusting me completely.
"Elena, are you sure? I won't treat you as a meal…"
"Stop questioning me! I'm offering you something special. Don't lessen my gift."
"I would never dream of lessening your gift Elena. I want you to be sure of this. You know what I am."
"Then just do it." I lowered my fangs to her virginal neck, enjoying her fragrance. I licked her neck, making sure to make her offering as pleasurable for her as possible. I began the movement of my hips, desperately trying to distract her from my bite.
Her moaning renewed, her nails raking down my back, to hear her pleading with me to give her pleasure and my own. I felt our climaxes hit and in the throes of her pleasure, I bit down drinking her sweet blood.
Mystic Falls had always been boring. Our lives were mundane in 1864, the highlight being the war. Katherine was the first interesting thing to happen to our small town. She was new, fresh, beautiful, and she was ours.
We weren't delusional. We knew she shared us, fucked both of us within hours of each other. Her vampirism did not really concern us. Her immortality seduced us, making us crave the excitement, her excitement. We didn't realize then she was playing us against each other.
Perhaps we would have reconciled if Stefan hadn't betrayed us. If he had only kept his mouth shut, we would have kept Katherine. Our loss of her damaged our relationship to the point of hatred.
I had been to Mystic Falls twice since 1864. The first time in the 1950s, Stefan was feeling particularly human. Stefan did not deserve any semblance of normalcy. I handled the current Salvatore relation and ran Stefan out of town. Stefan fled south, hoping to lose me in the Everglades and other such swampy areas. A little over fifty years later, Stefan returned. At first I thought he was only passing through, but I was wrong.
He wasn't hard to find. Staying with Zack was pitifully predictable. Salvatore descendents were required to invite us in the moment they could. That granted us easy access to our hometown whenever we felt particularly nostalgic. Stefan wouldn't dare to deny me my birthright. He was too soft as I would have denied him.
His permanent return intrigued me. What could have convinced him to play house once more? I guess it was time for me to revisit Mystic Falls again.
It only took me a few days to discover his daily routine. I could hardly believe he was playing the role of high school loner. The role fit him like a glove but he was nearly 170 years old. What could have possibly convinced him to play a child? I could not understand his intentions.
I watched him all day, not understanding his purpose. Then I saw her. Her hair was straight, blowing in the light breeze. Her tinkling laugh, affecting me in ways I did not believe I would feel again. 145 years was a long time for these feelings to resurface. Her jeans hugged her body and her low cut shirt emphasized the swell of her breasts. She was walking towards me and my throat constricted. I went to reach for her dainty arm when I smelled it.
She was human and she was clearly not Katherine. It was amazing. Her body, her voice, her laugh, the sway of her hips, all identical to the Katherine of 1864. Katherine had been gone for over a century and here in small-town Mystic Falls was her doppelganger. I realized then why Stefan had returned.
She stopped directly in front of me, laughing at some joke the blonde girl made. Her smile struck me suddenly as quite different than Katherine. Katherine's eyes always held cold, manipulative power. This girl was pure, untouched by the evils of the world. Her eyes held a sadness in them, but her laughter covered it expertly. She said her goodbyes to her friend and began walking towards the parking lot. I followed her expertly, pushing myself ahead at times. I would have our meeting occur on my terms.
She rounded the corner, headed towards her black car. I breezed past her quickly causing her to drop her keys in surprise. She bent down to retrieve the small keychain, rising to look over her shoulder. I made my move while she walked forward. Her delicate body pressed easily into my arms as she tripped forward. Her arms instinctually reached out around my body, as her purse tumbled to the ground.
"Are you alright?" I asked her, knowing her response would be to the affirmative. She slowly raised her head to look at me and I felt her pulse quicken. She held my gaze for a few seconds obviously trying to control her heartbeat.
"I think so. There was a strange breeze and I just got distracted." She tried to brush off the occurrence but I knew better. She was reacting to my presence, unconsciously arching into my body.
"I'm sorry if I startled you. I was looking for my brother but I am new in town and got a little lost."
"Yes, Stefan. He's new here and I was going to pick him up." She was still in my arms, trying to comprehend my statements.
"Oh Stefan is your brother. He's in a few of my classes. I hung out with him last night at the Grill. You probably already knew that though since you two live together…" Her babbling was adorable. She was trying to understand her reactions and was failing miserably. Trying to ease her comfort I stepped back, keeping her at arm's length.
"Yes, my name is Damon Salvatore. Pleasure to meet you Miss…." I leaned down swiftly, kissing the back of her hand. Her shudder would have perceptive to even a nearly blind human.
"It's Elena…Elena Gilbert. It's nice to meet you Damon." She withdrew her hand then, bending down to pick up her dropped belongings. I bent down effortlessly collecting all of her belongings before she could reach for the second item. She seemed surprised but took her purse. I reached down and opened her car door for her. She got into her car, still visibly affected by my presence.
"Th…thank you for your help Damon." Her voice was breathy.
"It's no problem. I'll be seeing you around Miss Elena." I leaned down and kissed her hand once more before walking away from her car. By the time I had cleared the parking lot, she was still sitting there with her hand half-raised.
Yes, it was obvious why Stefan had returned. He was interested in this Elena. Well I would take great pleasure in winning her first. Let the games begin Stefan, let us see who the victor will be
Author's Note: Let me know what you think of Chapter 1. I'm blurring the first few episodes together for the sake of simplicity. Also, who needs the Stefan broody monologues?