It had taken them a long time to leave the alley. Tears had fallen there that would forever stain the asphalt. Jeremy had finally pulled Bonnie to her feet, urging her to take a ride home. He knew they couldn't stay here much longer since the fire would be dealt with soon enough. Isobel had not spoken one word since collapsing to the ground and Ric had watched the scene unfolding with more grace than the rest of the group. Damon had sat there holding Elena in his arms as he rocked back and forth. He murmured soft words against her as he held her. Ric could hear Damon whispering small things that hinted at his need for her to tell him she was okay.
Ric had been hesitant when Stefan had come to him about Elena and Damon's relationship. He had never spoken of the conversation he had shared with the vampire. Stefan had been worried when he found out and had sought Ric's help. He wanted to take Damon out months ago, worried he said, about Elena's well-being. Ric had talked him down, assuring him of the future demise of the relationship. He had always believed the relationship would end soon enough. He truly believed Damon would tire of her or Elena would wise-up. He was mistaken.
Watching Damon in this alley made him realize how serious this relationship had become. Damon had come to rely on Elena as he had never relied on anyone before. He was so distraught over this event and he showed his devastation. Ric had never thought he would see weakness in Damon's eyes but this one moment proved him wrong. Damon was devastated. Ric began to wonder if Damon would recover from this blow. He was still clearly in denial but since Damon amplified every emotion, depression could become dangerous.
"Come on Damon." Ric leaned down, putting a hand on his shoulder. Isobel still kneeled nearby but Ric had distracted her. He pulled on Damon but Damon remained like stone. He was still clutching Elena closely as he cried against her. He kept whispering things like, "No", "Please Sweetheart", and "Be Okay". Ric stood up for a moment, glancing at Isobel. They would need to get him up but how do you move a vampire when they don't want to move?
Jeremy stood and glanced around the alley, his eyes scanning the area quickly.
"Where's Anna?" He continued to look around the smoke-filling area as he hoped she would soon appear. Bonnie reached out to grab his hand before closing her eyes and concentrating. Jeremy turned to watch her as power radiated from her body. He watched as her eyes shot open and she looked up at him with sorrow in her gaze.
"I'm sorry Jeremy...she's gone." Jeremy turned his watery gaze to her once more and his knees buckled. In one night of horror he had lost his girlfriend and his sister. He turned to look at Damon and suddenly realized he wasn't as torn up over Anna as he should have been. Damon had known Elena only a month or two longer then he had known Anna and while Damon was the epitome of desolation, he was only upset. He didn't have time to analyze his feelings but he felt Bonnie stand and curl against him in grief.
Finally Isobel and Ric convinced him to at least carry Elena to the car. He refused to let her go and they wrestled him into the back seat. Isobel turned from the car and mumbled something about disposing of Katherine's body. Ric suddenly realized Isobel was right. If the council found Katherine then they would assume Elena had been a vampire. Bonnie and Jeremy opted to stumble towards her car. She would drive him home and they would resume their issues tomorrow.
Ric drove slowly, trying not to alert any attention. It would seem strange, of course, if they had a dead body in the back. As he drove he could still hear Damon mumbling small things to Elena. He seemed to act as if she was only sleeping and he worried about insanity for one fleeting moment. He navigated the Salvatore driveway before parking by the front walk.
It took him five minutes to get Damon out of the car but finally Damon strode to the door. He opened it with one hand before closing it behind him. Ric stood on the stoop while he tried to decide whether or not to follow Damon into the house. Finally he decided to give him some time to mourn and turned to drive away.
In the meantime, Damon had walked up to their room and laid her on their bed. She looked so peaceful almost as if she was sleeping. The only object that spoiled the image was the short stake protruding from her chest. He reached out to remove it but paused. If he removed it then she really was gone. If he acknowledged the object that killed her then he was all alone. He would have to bury her and be separated from her for eternity.
He had promised her he would protect her family and he couldn't ignore that promise. He wouldn't be able to follow her into oblivion and by the time he could, he wouldn't be able to lay with her. He reached out and held her hand while playing with the ring on her finger. She was still a little warm and he could almost pretend she was okay.
He pulled back from her when he felt tears in his eyes but he wiped them away furiously. He stood, storming out of the room, and threw himself on the couch closest to the alcohol. He uncorked a bottle of something and settled himself in for a night of drinking. He wanted to forget and this was the first step to forgetting.
Hours past as he drank himself through six bottles of whatever was on hand. The room was littered in broken glass since he threw the bottles every time he finished them. He reached out for the next bottle but stumbled a little. He groaned as his hand fell on some of the jagged glass and his blood dripped to the hardwood. He lifted the bloodied hand and began laughing. He didn't know why it was funny but for some reason it was. He fell back onto the couch, looking at his hand while giggling like a madman. Finally the giggles subsided and the tears came back. His eyes fell on the book she had been reading and he found himself reliving the scene in his mind.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing up?" It was well after midnight when he arrived home. He had a last minute Council meeting requiring his attendance and he had known it would be a long one. There had been recent problems with the blood banks in the area, requiring Damon to stop using them altogether. For weeks he had been feeding solely on his reserves and Elena. Surprising him once more, she offered her blood freely. Tonight was supposed to be feeding night and he had been licking his lips all day for her. He had thought she was sleeping and he would have to wait.
"I'm waiting for you silly. It's feeding night." He smiled at her as she said it so nonchalantly. She held up a finger though, returning to her book. "Let me finish this chapter baby and then you can take me to bed." He slid onto the couch next to her, growling quietly as she leaned against his body. She snuggled against him and he watched Tory sleep comfortably on his pillow nearby.
Soon he was rubbing his fingers up and down her neck, massaging and teasing the soft skin. She didn't seem to be affected too much so he added his lips. He trailed warm, wet kisses up and down her neck as his hands slid around to the front of her body. He was subtle as he traced circles against her flat stomach. He played with the hem of her shirt but didn't raise it. His mouth was hot against her neck and he watched with fascination as her fingers trembled. She seemed to be reading but his presence was clearly affecting her.
"Damon, I'm trying to finish this chapter." He didn't respond but he stilled his hands. She sighed as she allowed herself to grow lax against him. He waited thirty seconds before he nipped at her ear, licked her neck, and nibbled her shoulder with his fangs. She sighed before laying the book down on her lap. "You are relentless."
"Mmhmm. I would much rather be playing with you and you can read that book anytime." He suckled the soft spot of skin near her collarbone as his fingers traced light circles over her thighs.
"But it's a really good book and I want to know how it ends..." she whined. But he of course, he didn't care about that and he tilted her head so he could kiss her. She wasn't as against this as she made out and her tongue was the one doing the coaxing. He pulled her against him as his hand trailed down to her pajama shorts. His fingers dipped under the waistband but he chose to only tease.
"You should put a bookmark in there or you'll lose your page. You won't get a chance to read any more tonight." She sighed before closing the book and placing it on the table. He smiled against her skin as he lifted her into his arms and threw her over his shoulder.
"Damon Salvatore, you put me down right now!" He chuckled at her tone as he smacked her bottom a few times. "I swear to God, you won't get any." He continued to bounce her as he reached their bedroom door.
"Calm down love." He paused in the doorway as he took in the scene awaiting them. There were candles creating a soft glow, flower petals on the bed and floor, and various romantic foods on a tray nearby. "What is this?" He asked as he lowered her to the floor.
"It's our six month anniversary Darling. I wanted our time tonight to be special." He looked around at things as she moved behind a changing screen. He had thought that to be a stupid addition to their bedroom but she had shown him. It was a thin barrier at most and she liked to tease him behind it as she changed. He had spent many evenings watching her through the barrier as a slender silhouette. He turned to face the screen and he suddenly grew very warm for a vampire.
She was wearing a black baby doll which made her pink one seem almost innocent. The cloth covering her smooth stomach parted gently as the bow was prominent under her breasts. They were pushed up so high they seemed like they were already tumbling out the bra while the bottoms left virtually nothing to the imagination. He stared at her before noticing words writing on the little scrap of material. He moved closer and read the words in white:
Property of Damon
She was showing her submission as she moved closer to him, swaying her hips in the barely-there outfit. She was unbuttoning his shirt as his fingers found her heated skin. He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of her stomach as she rid him of his clothes. His black button-down shirt fluttered to the ground as her fingers fell to his belt. His hands stopped her and at her look he soothed her. She was feeling rejected as he stopped her but he wanted her to know he wanted her, only slower.
He lifted her and laid her on the bed until they were resting comfortably together. She leaned against the hard lines of his body as he pulled the see-through material over her skin, up and down across her stomach. She moaned at the contact, her head thrown back so her neck was easy access for him.
His fangs scraped her skin as he tested his own self-control. Teasing her was sweet torture as he was assaulted with the smell of her arousal and his skin was tormented with the feel of her heated flesh.
"Please Damon...please feed." He licked the soft skin carefully as he traced the waistband of her bottoms. As she arched into his touch he bit down. Her blood hit his senses and he went into a frenzy. Her sweet blood was pouring into his awaiting mouth as she whispered her love for him. Her nails dug into his thighs as she began to feel intense pleasure from his bite. He drove her higher as he fed from her, her body trembling in want.
He pulled back from her, licking his lips clean of the offensive material. He didn't want her to have to taste herself on him as he made love to her. He would be slow tonight and he would savor their time together. He turned and plucked a chocolate covered strawberry from the nearby tray and held it to her rosy lips. They parted as he slid the fruit into her mouth, holding the stem as she bit down. The juice of the berry coated her lips and he leaned down to lick it up.
She sighed against his mouth as he tasted her. Her lips parted as she accepted him. The juice masked the remnants of her blood but she could still taste the coppery fluid. He rolled until he was settled between her thighs, his hands holding her head in place as he showered her with passion.
Her tanned legs curled around his body as she locked her ankles behind his back. He groaned as he began to press himself against her again and again. She moaned as he sank against her neck, biting and licking to create a more traditional mark. He was hard against her, so unbearably hard that she wondered if he was hurting. He growled against her skin as she raked her nails down his back. Suddenly her hands were pinned to the bed and he was staring down at her with lust-filled eyes.
"You are testing me Sweetheart. I don't think you want me to lose control." He stared down and her and watched as she smirked HIS trademark smirk. She leaned up to his ear and licked it quickly.
"I was hoping you would."
He could feel the tears on his cheeks as he stared at the book on the table. He had told her she could finish it anytime and now it would sit there unfinished. He picked up the book and ripped it in half, shredding the pages as he screamed into the night air. She would never finish this book; she would never know how it ended. He should have let her read it and left sex for another time. He had her countless times after that night a few weeks ago.
He was a selfish bastard. He was always taking her love and he so rarely just let her be. He was always distracting her, always pulling her to him instead of letting her finish her activities. She would miss out on so many things like graduation, college, children, etc. He should have left ages ago.
He rolled over on the floor and lay among the shredded paper. The glass dug into his back but he couldn't seem to care.
He saw the sunlight coming in through the windows and he moved then. He needed to go to bed. He moved towards the bedroom door and then he remembered. Apparently he hadn't had enough alcohol. He turned back to the cart and noticed it was empty. Then he remembered a bottle he had stashed in Elena's room a few months ago. He moved to the door of her room and threw the door open quickly. The creak resounded through the house and he cringed at the noise.
He had forgotten, of course, about what she had been doing four days ago.
He had been out working with Ric on rounding up tomb vampires who had escaped. There hadn't been many but they had caught two who had been present during his kidnapping. They had tried to extract some information but in the end, they only knew what Frederick had shared with them.
It had been a long day as he walked in the front door during sunset. He had promised her the afternoon for a date but of course he had been called away. It seemed like he was always disappointing her. He constantly had to break plans with her for the Council or for Ric. He knew Ric felt guilty over taking Damon from Elena but saving the town trumped sex apparently.
He turned into their rooms and looked around for her. She wasn't in the bedroom because the door was closed and she never closed that door. He moved closer to her room and watched her. She was sitting by the window at her antique desk, working on some school assignment. She was wearing his favorite shirt and a short jean skirt with no shoes. She was flawless.
She was chewing on the end of her pen as she read something potentially confusing. He watched as she put the pen on paper and wrote a few lines before pausing once more. He moved forward then until he was behind her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry for being so late Sweetheart."
"It's okay you were hunting vampires." She sighed before resuming her work. He simply stayed behind her, touching her but trying his best not to distract. It was saying something when his hands remained still on her skin. He had become an addict over these months, craving her touch like he craved blood.
"I'm sorry for missing our afternoon."
"I know you are. I was thinking we could do a dinner and a movie tonight?" He continued writing and he leaned down to her ear and kissed it gently.
"Anything you want."
"Let's go now and I'll finish this on Sunday." She stood suddenly and he pulled her against him. He kissed her slowly, gently, desire evident in his movements. He pulled back and they moved forward. Soon they were comfortably in his car and they were driving to see some action flick that had recently come to the small-town theater.
A few hours later they were seated in the Grill, playing footsie with each other in their booth. He cuddled her close as they talked about silly moments from the movie. They had barely watched the movie, but instead had watched the younger teens making out in the rows before them. He had leaned over and whispered how they could make it a competition.
"Let's give them something to shoot for." She had spent the rest of the movie pretending to fight his advances. He had been persistent in kissing her, in rubbing his fingers over her skin until she was breathless. He had pulled her legs over his knees, toying with the undersides of her knees as she tried to stifle her giggles.
They turned back to their menus and he watched a blush darken her cheeks. He
watched as it traveled down her neck to rest on the tops of her breasts.
"What are you thinking about Sweetness? You're blushing."
"I was thinking about that time when you...exerted your control over me."
"Ah you mean that time you were completely at my mercy?" She nodded at his words and he chuckled. "I told you months ago I would take you like that. I told you I would tease you and play with you until you were begging me to stop, until you were breaking beneath me."
"Damon! We're in public!" His fingers teased the soft skin of her thighs as he remembered the night.
"Mmmm...I remember your skin mixing with the scotch. It was an amazing combination."
"Only you would want to lick alcohol off my body." He chuckled at her before dipping his finger in the scotch in front of him. He rubbed it on her neck before leaning down to lick it off of her.
"D...Damon!" He had kissed her then and they had parted as the food was placed in front of them. It had been a wonderful evening as they laughed and teased each other. That night he dreamt of Europe and a smiling woman on a beach.
Two days passed in the same manner of the ones before. He drank himself into unconsciousness and ignored anyone who came to the door. He never went into their bedroom and she laid there as he left her. He had broken his cell phone the day before when it wouldn't stop ringing. He knew what they wanted and he wasn't ready. They would take her from him.
He was standing outside the bedroom door and pressed one hand to the dark wood. He pressed his forehead against it and wished she would open the door and take him to bed. He wished her heartbeat could calm him but there was no sound from their room.
Rage had been building in him for days now as he drunk himself into a stupor. He wanted to kill Stefan. He wanted to hurt him until he begged for death. He wanted to torture him with vervain until he screamed. He wanted to rip him limb from limb until Stefan knew his pain.
He took off for the only place he might find some peace. Normally he would have sought out Elena but now he had no one. He ran for miles as he tried to escape his life. He ran and ran until he collapsed to the ground. He was a mess, he was sure. He was covered in grime and smelled of alcohol but he couldn't bring himself to care. He laid there in the dirt unwilling to get up and try to face the rest of his existence.
Finally he stood and glanced around to see where he had ended up. His eyes fell on a recognizable location when he realized he was near the old Salvatore manor. He walked around the ruins for a moment as he remembered the first time he had brought Elena here. They had walked through the ruins as he told her stories of his childhood. He had spared no details and she had seemed pleased with his honesty.
He paused in his memories when he found himself standing in front of his mother's grave. Old Guiseppe had kept her on the grounds with a fenced garden surrounding her. He had cared for her, Damon supposed but it was still a desolate location. He walked closer to the fading stonework as he pressed one palm over her name.
He remembered standing here a few months ago with Elena. He had not understood the purpose but she had urged him to speak to his mother. He had refused that request but he had asked her why she wanted him to. She had responded with an explanation on how it helped her find closure. It helped her feel like she could tell her parents about her life. She missed them and she visited them. He should do the same if it might help him with anything. For the first time since she died he decided to visit with her.
"Mother...Mama...I'm not very good at all this," he broke off as the words spilled out. He had always called her Mama even when he grew too old for childish names. "I don't know what to say here...I don't know how to do this."
"It's Damon. I know I haven't come by since the funeral but I just couldn't. I couldn't come here and be near you. I couldn't remember you here." He sat down in the dirt and thought about his life.
"I've been horrible Mama. I became a monster and I've done terrible things. I've killed people Mama. I've tortured people and I've done things that should never even be thought of."
"You wouldn't be proud of me like she said. You wouldn't even be able to look at me. You would be disgusted." He sat in silence as he tried to think of what to say.
"I met someone Mama. She was beautiful and she was vivacious. She was amazing but she was a liar. She led Stefan and me down a bad path. She...caused us to hate each other. She turned us into monsters. Her name was Katherine and she...made me like this."
"I met someone else but she was different. She was Stefan's. You remember how we didn't like to share? Well she didn't like me at first. I was horrible to her and I did horrible things but somewhere along the lines she forgave me. We became friends and you know I've never been good at that. I was trying to get Katherine out of that damn tomb but she wasn't there and it hurt. She never loved me and I began to wonder if...if no one would ever love me."
He paused as he recalled that night he had threatened Elena's life. He had threatened to turn her all for that stupid grimoire. He had been ridiculous to think he would love a heartless bitch like Katherine. Thank god his Sweetheart had forgiven him for that.
"I was hurt when I found she wasn't in the tomb but Elena made it better. I love her Mama. She was...magical. She was strong, beautiful, passionate, and everything you would have loved. You would have loved her Mama...she reminds me of you. She knows just what to do, just what to say. I was going to marry her. I was going to shower her with everything I have to give. I was going to turn her when she asked and we would have an eternity to love each other."
"I lost her...and I failed her. I failed her! I promised her I would protect her with everything in me and I failed. What do I do Mama? How do I go on without her? How do I take care of her family when my heart is broken? Why couldn't I just have more time? I would give anything to be with her again."
"You claimed her didn't you?" He turned and found Isobel standing nearby. She was staring at the grave stone in front of him.
"Yeah...a few days ago."
"Did she claim you?"
"She claimed me months ago. I didn't even notice the changes until Stefan noticed." She moved closer and took a seat next to him in the dirt. "What are you doing here Isobel?"
"I came to say goodbye."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I tracked you."
"Burned and the ashes were scattered. I didn't want to take any chances."
"Good. Did you...?"
"No I didn't go into the house. Damon we need to talk about this claim."
"I don't really want to."
"You obviously know the magic behind a claim but do you know the consequences when one dies?" He turned to stare at her and he noticed how different she looked. She had always worn designer clothes once turned. She was always immaculate in her appearance but the woman sitting there was not the same. She was wearing old sweats and a t-shirt and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail.
"What happened to you?"
"I just don't feel like caring right now. I lost John and my daughter within days of each other. Everything I've done for three years was to protect her. Everything I did before that was to escape feelings for John. I don't know what to do with the rest of my eternity right now. Why bother with the fancy things?"
"I know what you mean."
"Do you know the consequences of the claim?"
"No." She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. She sighed heavily as they sat in silence. She was the one to break it.
"You'll start to feel empty. Suddenly you won't feel anything. You'll just exist until you end yourself. The longest time I've ever heard of a mated vampire living past their mate was a decade."
"I promised her I would take care of her family."
"I don't want to take that from you but I'm going to say that you won't make it Damon. It'll kill you."
"Then I'll last as long as I can."
"I'm leaving town."
"I'm leaving Damon. I'm going to take John's ashes and spread them someplace nice. I'll try to be back for Elena's funeral." He turned to face her and noticed how young she looked. She had been through a lot the past few years and he realized how well they related.
"I've lost everyone Damon. I lost John when I got pregnant. I lost Ric when I met you and I lost you when I got bored. I lost my daughter. I don't have much left Damon."
"You'll always be welcome here Isobel. I have nothing left either and we can always drink our troubles away Isobel."
"Goodbye Damon. Promise me you'll let her go soon."
"I'll...try." He turned from her and shut the front door once more. He walked up the steps until he was in their suite once more. The sun was high in the sky when he finally threw himself into an armchair. He looked at the devastation of the room and took in the sight of all the broken items in the room. Yesterday he had gone mad and simply destroyed everything in the room. There was glass everywhere and broken furniture. The only thing left in the room was the armchair.
He took in the destruction and he broke down. He began sobbing uncontrollably as he looked at the destruction. She was gone and she was never coming back. He sunk down into the chair and just let go as best he could. The emptiness was creeping in and for the first time he welcomed feeling nothing. He welcomed the emptiness and the loss of feeling.
He only seemed to cry over her anymore. He hadn't cried since his mother's death until Elena came into his life. Her life was so precious to him. She was his everything and now...now he had to live without her.
She was a vision. He stood there barefoot and watched as she came into full view. Jeremy escorted her towards them to the wedding march as she smiled her beautiful smile. She was barefoot, her white dress flowing down her body giving her a light aura. Her chocolate hair was up while a crown of gardenias and daisies adorned her head.
They had decided on a spring wedding instead of a winter wedding. The moment she had decided to go barefoot, he realized she had the right idea. Suddenly she was kissing Jeremy on the cheek before coming to stand in front of him. The priest began his words of love as he stared at the epitome of perfection.
Her cheeks were pink with excitement as she looked at him with complete love. He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles while the priest continued to speak. Finally he was ready for vows. They had opted for the traditional vows because they could never truly tell each other how deep their love ran. He said the words 'I do' and she answered with her own.
Sooner then he would have believed he was granted permission to kiss her. He pulled her against him as he nuzzled her nose slightly. They had spent the last night apart as per tradition and he missed her. Her warm hand reached up to caress his cheek as she leaned in. Their lips met and he heard the cheers of their guests as they remained in their own bubble. Their kiss went on as people cheered and he finally pulled back in order to stare at her.
She pulled on his arm and they turned to the large group of people watching their every move. She smiled out before beginning to pull him towards the end of the aisle. He vaguely heard someone promise the guests they would only be a few minutes while pictures were taken. He knew where they were headed but he pulled her behind one of the large boulders.
He was pleased when he heard her giggle. Clearly she wasn't incredibly angry with their slight detour. He turned so he was pressed to the dirty boulder before pulling her into his embrace. She sighed as she kissed him, her hands trailing down his body until she could push them under his suit jacket. Her fingers massaged his back as their tongues rubbed against each other. His hands cupped her face as he held her to him.
"We should...Damon!...go get pictures taken." She moaned against his mouth. He pretended not to hear her as his heated kisses moved to the hollow beneath her ear. He suckled the soft skin as she pushed herself tightly against him. She could feel him pressed against her stomach. He was achingly hard against her and he couldn't wait for their night.
"I don't want to have pictures taken. I want you now!" He pressed his lips to hers again as he lifted her against him. Her legs locked around his hips in order to steady herself and her hands sought purchase on his shoulders.
"I thought you might want to remember this day with pictures of me in this dress and you in that wonderful tux."
"You'll always have this dress so pictures don't matter much to me. Now stop distracting me, I'm trying to kiss you." She dodged his advances and tried to break away from him but he held her firm. "Why are you fighting this?"
"You are going to rip this dress from me the moment we're alone tonight. I'm not foolish enough to believe I'll be able to salvage it." She kissed him once before resuming her train of thought. "Now do you think we could go take some pictures?"
"Fine." He lowered her to the ground and she brushed some dirt off of his lapel.
"Oh God my hair is probably a mess."
"Leave it. I like you looking windswept." He stopped her hands from playing with her hair and he righted the crown of flowers. "I like you wild and untamed."
"Then you need to take that damn suit jacket off. I wish we had brought your leather jacket. "
"You and leather baby." She giggled before they moved back onto the path. He kissed her wedding band and watched her hips sway before him. Tonight they would make love for the first time in two weeks and he would make her as happy as she could ever be. Tonight Mrs. Salvatore would scream in ecstasy until she broke apart in his arms.
The banging was incessant. He could hear them outside the house, banging and grumbling. He didn't move from his chair as they continued to rattle the locks. He didn't want visitors. He didn't want them to come. If they came then they wanted to take her from him. He had been having a wonderful dream and now they were being way too persistent. He closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep again as they had been walking towards the Honeymoon Suite.
He heard the door give way downstairs and he groaned, knowing they would be nearby soon enough. He kept his eyes closed hoping they'd go away but he knew it was only a matter of time. He heard...three sets of footfalls on the stairs and he groaned. The whole damn cavalry had arrived.
Bonnie, Ric, and Jeremy poured into the suite and stared at the destruction. There were holes in all the walls while all the furniture was broken. The couch had been thrown against a wall it seemed while glass was all over the floor. Books had been shredded and empty bottles of alcohol were lying all over the room. Ric and Jeremy moved forward over the glass while Bonnie disappeared, looking for cleaning supplies he was sure.
The two of them moved towards Damon and he made no movements either way. They moved closer, stepping over glass, before the both of them jumped back at the smell. Damon absolutely reeked! He was filthy, smelling of alcohol and blood. They could see the dirt in his hair and the blood on his clothes. Jeremy knew the blood belonged to Elena but he couldn't believe Damon had not done anything.
Damon was always in designer clothes and he was always immaculate. His hair was always perfect, his clothes clean and pressed, and his cologne always preceded him. This Damon was a broken man who cared about nothing anymore. Jeremy turned when Bonnie came in through the door with trash bags and a broom. She took one look at the room before corralling the boys into cleaning. Jeremy was on sweeping duty while Ric was cleaning up broken pieces of furniture. Bonnie turned and began to gather the pages of the destroyed books.
Damon remained in his chair watching them move around and straighten the salvageable items. He watched as Ric and Jeremy carried trash bags down the stairs and he thanked the stars they left him alone. He was calm as Bonnie began to open windows to let in fresh air. He was calm when she tossed the only bottle of alcohol in the room. He was calm when she picked up Elena's journal. He lost it when she opened the bedroom door.
"GET AWAY FROM THERE! HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE AND ACT LIKE IT BELONGS TO YOU!" He sped to the doorway and slammed the door shut, pushing Bonnie back. She stood there staring at him as he continued to scream at her. "WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST COME IN HERE AND CHANGE THINGS!"
He collapsed to the floor as her magical torture penetrated his angered mind. He fell against the door but he managed to hold onto the door knob, keeping the door closed. Even in his agony he was protecting Elena's body from those who would take her from him.
"Damon you need to calm down," her soft tones penetrated his hazy mind but he refused to be swayed. "Damon I need to help prepare the body."
"Damon do you want her to lie in there with a stake protruding from her chest? Do you want to leave Elena like that? Doesn't she deserve to be buried in clean clothes?"
"I can't...I just can't." Bonnie looked down at the broken man in front of her. He was having so much trouble letting go of her. Bonnie was barely holding it together herself but the three of them agreed they could fall apart after Elena had been buried. They would help each other and Damon get through this.
"Damon how about we take this one step at a time? I'll go in there and remove the stake and change her clothes okay? That's it. We won't do anything else right now."
"Only me. Jer and Mr. Saltzman can keep you company." He nodded and moved away from the door. Bonnie opened it and closed it quickly so he had barely glimpsed the shape of her lying on the bed. Ric and Jer approached him and helped him stand, moving him towards the armchair once more. He collapsed into it and rested his head in his hands.
"I miss her too." Damon glanced up and looked at Jeremy. The boy did seem broken up and he had every right to be that way. Jeremy had lost his parents and his sister in the matter of a year. Not only had he lost most of his family but his two recent girlfriends had ended up dead. "Everyone I love leaves me."
"You get used to it." Damon's voice was scratchy as he realized a few things about the past few months. Elena had brought all of these people together in this time of grief. All of these people in her life had lost people recently and they were all able to relate to each other. They all understood losing everyone they cared about.
There was some awkward silence as all the men stared at the window at the setting sun. It was another day without Elena, another day spent alone. The emptiness had returned as he sobered up. The pain of losing her had resumed its constant torture on his system.
"When was the last time you fed?" Of course Ric would ask about that. Of course he would think of Damon's health at a time like this.
"The night she left. I haven't wanted...I haven't been hungry." Ric nodded at his words and they grew quiet once more. The quiet of the room was interrupted when Bonnie's scream pierced the air. She screamed for long moments and the men ran to the bedroom door. They tried to open the door but it seemed Bonnie was pressed up against it. They listened for a moment before resuming their pushing.
"Bonnie you need to move from the door," Jeremy yelled through the door.
"Bonnie, you need to calm down because you are holding the door shut with your magic." Ric yelled. Finally the pressure lessened and the men fell through the portal. In a tangle of limbs Jeremy and Ric began to move around a bit. Their eyes were on Bonnie who, in turn, was staring towards the bed. They finally tried to get up but Damon had landed on top and he was immobile.
"What are you guys looking at?" Jeremy asked as he tried to move Damon. Finally Ric and Jeremy glanced at the bed and froze. Elena was sitting there staring at them with a mixture of surprise and fear. She barely moved as they all stared at each other...frozen.
"Sweetheart?" Damon's word was soft as he looked at the woman he loved. She was still wearing the bloodied clothes and yet she looked as she always did.
"Damon? What's wrong?" She moved then, turning her body so she was at the edge of the mattress. The boys moved slightly until they were able to stand comfortably. Damon continued to just stare at Elena, unable to say anything to her. She moved then, her body lurching forward as she tried to throw herself towards him and it became clear her body wasn't ready to support her. As she crumpled forward Damon lifted her into his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed as he cradled her against him.
"I thought...I thought I had lost you." He buried his face in her neck as she tried to comfort him. She was confused by everyone's' reactions.
"What happened?" She could barely see Bonnie, Jeremy, and Ric since Damon was monopolizing her attention. He was all over her as he kept pressing her tighter into his embrace. Her face was smushed against his bloodied shirt and she wrinkled her nose against him. Damon always smelled so good and here he was covered in grime. What had happened and why had Bonnie screamed?
"Um...why don't we let Damon and Elena clean up and we'll uh talk when you both are done." Ric was the voice of reason in all of this as he began to usher the two teens out of the room. Damon was still like stone against Elena and she reached up to rub his back. What was wrong with him?
"Damon? Why don't we go take a shower? I think we both need it." She tried to extricate herself from his embrace but he was insistent in her staying. Finally she wrestled him to his feet and began to stumble them towards the bathroom door. She still was having trouble supporting her weight but Damon kept her on her feet. They paused at her vanity and he helped her remove her necklace. She laid it in the rosewood case before they moved into the bathroom.
Soon they were shedding clothes in the bathroom and she realized it was as if they hadn't bathed in days. He was absolutely coated in filth and she had blood on her. She reached down and touched a fiery red blemish on her chest and she grunted in pain. He was batting her hand away as he inspected the spot. It seemed normal enough as the skin was not even broken but it was still tender.
Finally he moved away from her and began to fill the tub with water. He escorted her to the steaming water and helped her settle against the porcelain as she sighed her contentment.
"Take a shower Damon," she could she how upset the idea made him but she knew just what to say. "I won't get out of this tub until you come to get me okay? I'll even hum or talk the whole time so you know I'm okay." He nodded before hopping in the shower, listening for every soft sound she made. He rushed through the whole procedure, shampooing and washing at the same time so he wasn't away from her for long.
He was sitting on the stool a few minutes later, a dark towel wrapped around his hips. She was smiling at him, her eyes sparkling with her love. "Damon? What happened?"
"We should talk to the rest of them before I tell you anything. Are you hungry? Tired? Do you want me to tell them to come back?"
"No, I think we should handle this now. I really want to know why everyone is looking at me funny." He helped her out of the tub and spent some very long moments drying her. He was so careful with her as he massaged her muscles. She noticed with glee, she could stand now. He was kneeling at her feet as he dried one of her legs and she reached out to play with the hair falling into his eyes. He glanced up at her with a boyish smile and she was lost in his gaze.
"Come on, we need to get dressed." He escorted her into the bedroom before handing her one of his shirts and a pair of her pajama shorts. He opted for pajama pants and an undershirt. Once they were clothed he threw the door open and they strode into the living room. He stopped and turned to see Elena standing in the doorway staring at the room like she'd never seen it before.
"Damon what happened here? Where's the furniture?"
"I um...got angry." He pulled her towards the armchair and seated her before running around to find three chairs for their guests. He returned quickly and was standing behind Elena so quickly that his guests almost didn't see him leave in the first place.
"So what happened and everyone stop staring at me! It's really creepy." Jeremy started laughing at her tone and soon Bonnie had joined him. They kept laughing while Elena watch on, completely bewildered.
"I guess I'll start then," Ric said as he sat down. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"Um...I was in the alleyway and Stefan was upset. He picked up a stake and he...oh god Damon! Were you okay?"
"I'm fine. Do you remember when you jumped in front of me? You took the stake Elena?"
"But then...I should be dead right?"
"You were..." Elena's gaze shot up to stare at Bonnie. Bonnie's words had been soft but they held great meaning.
"But...hmmm what happened then?"
"Damon went crazy and attacked Stefan. They fought and Damon tried to kill Stefan but Katherine took the stake meant for him."
"Katherine sacrificed herself to stay Stefan. So she was telling the truth..." she trailed off. At the look on their faces she continued, "She said she was in love with him and I think she really was. What happened to her body?"
"Isobel disposed of it. She scattered the ashes in case anyone tried to bring her back."
"Where is she?" Elena looked to each of them for the answer but the three before her shook their heads, clearly not knowing the answer.
"She left with John's ashes. She should be back in a week or so since she wanted to be here for your funeral." Damon's voice was quiet as he nearly whispered the word funeral. Elena turned to glance up at her hero and realized how broken he seemed.
"Baby I'm right here and we need to finish talking okay?" He nodded and she waited. "What happened during my...absence?"
"Well from the looks of it, your vampire destroyed this room. It was covered in shredded papers, furniture, glass, and other things." Jeremy seemed amused in his tone. What they had seen was now kind of funny. The utter destruction in the room was apparent in the lack of anything. Everything was gone, even the area rug Elena had spilled soda on once.
"We won't talk about that then. What else happened?"
"Mayor Lockwood died in the fire," Ric added after a moment. "The funeral is on Saturday. I don't know much except Carol and Tyler are refusing any visitors until then."
"Why was he there?" Elena asked thoughtfully but everyone in the room shrugged. "Well I guess it's something to think about."
"Everyone else is fine. Matt and Caroline were in a car accident but Caroline only broke an arm. They'll be okay," Jeremy added.
"It seems that Tyler stumbled out into the road clutching his head and Matt swerved to miss them," Ric stated. "It seems there is more going on with the Lockwoods then we thought."
"We'll worry about them later," Damon added a second later.
"Does Jenna think I'm...?"
"No. Since you live here we haven't told her yet. We were going to tell her tonight actually," Bonnie stated quickly. She brushed some hair behind her ear before turning to Ric. "He was supposed to do it since he's been practically living there." To his credit, Ric blushed beautifully before coughing.
"So I'm just going to ask since we all seem to be avoiding it but...how are you alive, Elena?" Jeremy asked as he looked at his sister.
"I don't...you didn't do anything?" Elena asked as she looked around at the people in the room. They all shook their heads but Bonnie seemed to be thinking about something.
"I pulled the stake out," she started, "I pulled the stake out and within a few minutes you were sitting up. Could that have been it?"
"I doubt it," Damon stated, "It wouldn't have done much of anything without some magic at work."
"Vampire blood?" Jeremy asked but Elena shook her head.
"Not since a few days before Katherine."
"What about John's ring? You said you had it," Ric added thoughtfully.
"No, I left it in your condo. I thought Katherine would notice it and we didn't want her to have it. I thought Jeremy could use it."
"But what then?" Damon asked to the silent group. No ideas came to mind and they just kept silent as they considered possibilities.
"I thought I was dreaming," Elena's voice penetrated the emptiness. She grew quiet again as she considered her next words. "I was talking to someone...a woman I think. She was talking to me about her boy, saying things like what a good man he became. She said...he visited her the other day and she was very happy to see him."
"What did she look like Elena?"
"Dark hair, fair skinned, and blue eyes. Her eyes really stood out and they reminded me of someone."
"Mama?" Damon turned to look at the picture on the mantle. He retrieved it and brought it to Elena and she nearly dropped it in surprise.
"This is her!"
"But how?" Damon took the portrait and placed it back on the mantle. "How could you have dreamt of her?"
"I don't know."
"Elena?" Ric turned suddenly and regarded her.
"Where's your necklace?"
"My...necklace?" She reached up to her neck and then remembered she had taken it off before the shower. "It's in the bedroom. I'll get it." She stood up and moved into the bedroom, returning with the case in her hands. She handed the box to Ric and he pulled out the small necklace.
Ric pulled it out of the box and began to examine it. It looked normal enough. There was nothing odd about the diamonds or the sapphires. There was nothing odd about the clasp or the setting. Everything seemed normal. Ric put it down in the rosewood box before passing it to Jeremy. He didn't notice anything so he passed it to Damon.
"I can't possibly see how this could contribute. It's been in my possession for over a century and I've never noticed anything."
Finally the box was passed to Bonnie. She opened the box and took at the necklace. She looked at the chain but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Eventually she moved her fingers down onto the setting. Her fingers touched the setting and she dropped it back into the box.
"What was that Bonnie?"
"It shocked me." She turned it over and examined the setting again. "There are words here. It says...protected but in Latin. I've never seen anything like it. Where did you get this Damon?"
"It was my mother's. Her parents gave it to her when she married my father." Damon moved closer to look at the necklace again. He could see the faint glowing of the word but it was fading fast.
"Did you know your mother's parents?"
"No, they didn't live nearby. My mother never spoke of them."
"Do you know what family she was from?" Ric surprised them by jumping into the conversation. "I mean we've tracked Elena's parentage a bit but what was her line?"
"I don't know. It was never discussed. I don't even know how my parents met, only that she was not from Mystic Falls.
"This has greater magic than those rings. This is a greater magic than I've ever even read about. I'll try to channel Emily later tonight and maybe she'll be able to help." Bonnie replaced the necklace in the box but Damon stopped her. He took the necklace and clasped it around Elena's neck.
"It protected you once and I hope it will protect you again." She placed her hand in his and they turned back to the group.
"You are just full of mystery Damon?" Ric thought aloud, "It seems as though there is not only supernatural background in Elena's history but yours as well. We'll need to look into that."
"We can do that but I'm still taking Elena away for the summer. We're taking the summer off and you all can do as you wish." Damon turned back to Elena and helped her to her feet. "Now we can talk more tomorrow but I need to cook dinner and we need to get some rest."
"I agree. We could all use a break." Ric began ushering the group out of the room and towards the front door. Bonnie turned back to the couple.
"When you leave in a week or two, make sure I have a way to contact you. I'll look into the necklace a bit and the magic behind it. It would be for all of our benefit if we stay in touch." Damon and Elena nodded but soon enough they were alone.
He had her seated at the island in the kitchen soon enough as he started whipping up a feast for her. He was speeding around the kitchen as he added herbs and spices, making the room smell like a top restaurant. He was stirring a sauce while she sipped some soda. He had been quiet since their guests had left. He had not even kissed her since then and she was utterly surprised by that action. Damon loved to kiss her; he loved to make her forget about the world.
The food was placed in front of her and he was seated next to her. She noticed he had not made himself any food. She ate quickly but watched him out of the corner of her eye. He still looked haggard. He hadn't been eating right, it seemed. He seemed gaunt and skin didn't hold the usual luster it usually did. She could feel a gnawing hunger growing from the pit of her stomach. She knew she was full yet she felt hungry. She turned to face Damon and suddenly realized HE was the one who was hungry.
She moved fluidly until she was standing between his body and the island. She boosted herself up until she was sitting on the edge of the counter, her legs resting over his. She reached out to play with his hair and she stroked his face as she considered him. He was still broken from almost losing her completely. She slid forward knowing he would catch her if she faltered.
Soon they were pressed against each other but they were still so far apart. She could feel his withdrawal from her and she needed him back. She pressed her lips to his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin. His hands rested on the counter and she missed the feel of his hands on her body. She moved up to press her lips to his ear and purred against him. She felt the shudder run through him and she was pleased.
She kissed his cheeks and his nose but avoided his lips. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to dominate her, to take her roughly, to love her passionately. She wanted her Damon back. She bit down on his neck suddenly and thankfully drew blood. She began to suck at the wound as the blood poured freely into her mouth. He groaned in response as she fed from him.
As she fed she reached up and flipped her hair in order to expose her neck. She wanted him to feed on her. She liked the connection they shared. After a few moments his lips descended on her skin. His lips were dry as he kissed her neck. He sought his usual spot before biting down gently. He knew he needed to hold back, count the drops, make sure he wasn't greedy. He was careful as her ambrosial blood hit his senses. He knew he could so easily lose himself in her essence.
She pulled back from his neck and moaned her pleasure. She could feel him in every fiber of her being. She could feel him in her heart at that moment, his blood running through her veins as he pulled her own from her. She used to think sharing blood was something selfish just as some women felt that way about sex. Sharing blood with Damon was the most profound experience in her young life. She could feel him in her every breath, every moan, and every thought.
She could feel the pleasure building in her. She knew a release was on the horizon as he suckled at her. His fingers had finally trailed up and down her spine, leaving trembling in their wake. She felt pleasure break through her thoughts as she tensed before slumping against Damon. He finally pulled back from her neck, licking the wound of all the blood. She slumped against his neck as she rested.
"Damon, what's wrong?"
"Don't lie Damon, what's wrong?"
"I lost you. I failed you and I can't forgive myself for that."
"You didn't fail me Baby. You gave me this necklace and it protected me." She stroked his face gently as she gazed at him lovingly.
"But I didn't know..."
"It was meant to be Damon. You gave me that necklace and it saved me. You can't beat yourself up over that."
"I'll try not to." They resumed their quiet thinking as they held each other. She was pleased he was finally holding her with no other reason than to hold her.
"Take me to bed Damon. I want you to make love to me."
"But we should...I mean..."
"We'll talk in the morning. Take me to bed." He smiled against her but she couldn't see it. He stood and lifted her into his arms. She smiled lovingly at him as he marched up the steps. Thank goodness his wrath had not extended to their bedroom. He had her seated on the bed quickly enough and then he kneeled between her thighs. He looked up at her in adoration as he pulled her shirt over her head.
Her nipples puckered from the cool air and he watched them for a moment before leaning forward to take one in his mouth. His cool hand came up to cup the other one as she arched against him. He was slow and careful as he drove her arousal up, stoking her inner fire with so little. A swirl of a finger and she was like putty in his hands.
His tongue traced the underside of a breast while his hands worked at the material of her bottoms. He wanted them off and he wanted them off now! He tugged at them savagely until he ripped them. Satisfied, he pulled them off her legs and kissed her belly button. He lifted her then and laid her in the center of their bed. She felt like a princess as he gently positioned her so she would be reclined but as comfortable as could be. Her head rested on the pillow as he settled himself against her side.
He was still fully clothed as he touched her everywhere. His fingers were so soft as he rubbed, swirled, teased, and tweaked. He was patient as he made her writhe on the bed. She was pleading with him for more and he chuckled at the sound. He kissed her forehead before pulling her underwear from her body. She was pleased when he also removed his shirt and pants.
He settled against her side once more as his fingers trailed down her body. He parted her legs gently and slid his fingers against her. He found her wet and wanting as he slid one finger into her body. He caressed and coaxed her body as she cried out against him. One finger became two and two became three as she ground against them. His lips fell to her shoulder as she pleaded with him for more. His thumb teased her as beads of sweat erupted on her forehead.
"Please Damon...please." She begged as he played with her. Finally he took pity on her and settled himself between her thighs. She looked up at him with relief as she felt his body settle over hers. He nudged her opening gently as he sank into her. He slid in so slowly, she thought she could feel every pulse of his body.
He set an offbeat rhythm immediately. One hard thrust in, one slow thrust out, one forceful thrust in and then a quick pounding to keep her mindless beneath him. Even though she was focused on her release she still kept trying to get him to kiss her. He still hadn't kissed her and she desperately wanted that connection from him.
She felt her body wound tight as she felt her release growing closer and closer. His lips were warm against her neck as he grunted his pleasure against her. She pulled at his hair as she tried to drag his mouth to hers but he resisted her. She felt the tears building in her eyes at his rejection. Didn't he know what she needed? She felt it then, the explosion of pleasure warming from her belly. She opened her mouth to cry out and then nothing.
Her eyes froze on the blue ones in front of her. His mouth had sealed over her open one the moment her release hit. He swallowed her cries as he grunted his release. He collapsed on one arm as they rested their sweat-slicked bodies against each other. His lips were on her as he showered her with kisses.
"I don't want you to think I wasn't aware of what you wanted. I love you Sweetness."
"I love you too." It was quiet then that night as they fell asleep together, her heartbeat soothing the concern he felt and his coolness reminding her of what she had nearly lost.
Two weeks later found the couple as happy as ever as they prepared for their summer trip. They had spoken in lengths about what was now referred to as "The Thing" and felt as though they were coming through it stronger. Damon had come to the realization she was really okay and soon was back to his cocky self. Elena had dealt with a heavy dose of guilt as she began to understand just how torn up Damon had really been. She had found him afraid of sleep after that first night.
She woke up each night and found him prowling the house. He was always near but never in bed. Each night she had let him go, figuring he would come to her with what was bothering her. On the seventh night she could no longer bear his absence. She was losing sleep because he wasn't with her and he was starting to look like the living dead. He was growing pale and he was tired all the time.
She found him sitting in his study one night, barely conscious. He was nodding off as he lay on the couch, a bottle of scotch nearby. Their living room was still empty so she often found him in here. She moved closer to him, settling herself beside him. She took the glass out of his hand before he could even realize she was there. She settled against his side and began to doze lightly.
Later they discussed what was bothering him. He had taken awhile to wear down but the moment her lack of sleep was brought up, he caved. He was terrified apparently and she needed to know why. He soon explained his delusions and dreams while she had been...gone. He was simply afraid that sleep would lead to him waking up with her gone. She kissed him sleepily and asked him to go to sleep tonight. He would run himself ragged if he didn't get any sleep.
He had caved that night and for every night since then. He had been so pleased when she was there in the morning; he showed his pleasure by giving her a little wake-up call. She had been pink-cheeked and grinning when she finally was able to kiss him good morning.
They had discussed Stefan at length and had reached somewhat of a stalemate. Elena was convinced he was watching them, meaning they couldn't go to Europe. What if he attacked her family while they were gone? Damon, on the other hand, was convinced he had left town and had no idea Elena lived. He was positive they could go away with little problem. Elena had finally compromised when Bonnie had discovered a way to respell a house. She had cast the spell on all of their homes and Damon had compelled Caroline, Matt, and Jenna to not invite Stefan into their homes. It had been difficult but it had been working. Elena would also get regular calls from Bonnie and Jeremy alerting them to any odd supernatural occurrences. Damon had also agreed to rush them home if anything was amiss.
She paused in her memories before leaning down to pet Tory on the head. He had just eaten and seemed to be pandering for attention. She patted his head one more time before turning back to her suitcase.
"Sorry Baby but I need to finish packing. Go find your father. He doesn't seem to be contributing." She watched as Tory seemed to consider the task before hopping on the bed to lie on her pillow. "I know Daddy acts all tough but he's a little softie. Your Uncle Ric will be by soon though."
"Softie huh?" His arms encircled her waist and she laughed as he kissed her cheek.
"Oh yes. I saw you sleeping with him on your chest. It was so cute!"
"I'll show you cute."
"Hush now! I need to finish packing if we are going to make our flight."
"It's not for hours!" Damon whined with the best of them. He laughed against her before adding thoughtfully, "You'll be mine for the next three months. I can wait a few hours I guess."
"I am sightseeing Damon! This will not be three months of non-stop sex!"
"You ruin all my fun." He sighed before stepping back from her warm body. "When is Ric getting here?"
"Soon. I'm glad he's taking Tory for the summer. I'm glad they bonded."
"Understatement." She giggled at his remark. It was true after all. During the time she was gone and the few days afterwards Tory had stayed with Ric. Elena was sure he had been upset to see the cat go back to the Boarding House.
Damon once again was not taking no for an answer. He was subtle as he kissed her, nibbled her neck, stroked her body. It didn't take her long to tumble into bed with him, the suitcase forgotten. Nearly an hour later they finally rested against each other.
"God I hate that you can convince me."
"Really? What did I do?"
"You're always getting me into your bed."
"Our bed but that's how this all started Sweetheart." She smiled at him before kissing him sweetly.
"I suppose. Just so you know I regularly get sick in the fall. I can't wait for you to take care of me again."
"Always." She laid back and glanced at the forgotten suitcase.
"Where are we starting our vacation Damon?"
"It's a surprise." He tweaked her nose lightly snuggling against her.
"I hate surprises." He leaned in and kissed her softly before pulling back.
"Liar, you love surprises."
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