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Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 6, 2014 21:54:00 GMT -6
You were the one who was supposed to understand me, not try to fix me like Stefan.
Damon let out a breath, standing there, and let her words sink in. He nodded after a moment. He knew what he had to do, and Stefan wasn't going to like it. He turned, following after Elena, quickly. He stopped when the scent of blood hit his senses. He flicked his eyes to Elena, and smirked slowly. The black veins spread from under his eyes, and moved to her side. Sinking his fangs into the player's neck opposite from her.
He pulled away after a moment, tilting his head back with a sigh as he had his fill. He watched for a moment, then pulled Elena away. He bit into his wrist, pressing it into the player's mouth to heal the wound. They'd both taken a lot of blood from him.
"Leave, and don't remember a thing." He pushed the player away, and turned to face Elena. He smirked at her, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.
"You're right, Elena..." He whispered softly, stepping up to her.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Sept 6, 2014 22:05:41 GMT -6
She had closed her eyes as she let his blood coat her throat until she felt his body jerk again, opening her eyes to see why she saw Damon drinking from the opposite side of his neck. Taking one last pull, she pulled back and watched Damon do the same. The black veins beneath her skin slowly disappeared as she regained herself. She licked her lips free of blood as Damon healed and compelled the player to never remember and leave. After they were left alone, she inhaled slowly and looked down.
It was what he said that had her looking up in disbelief that he agreed with her. "Took you long enough to see reason." She said with a slow grin spreading. Feeling sated from the blood, she looked him over and stepped closer to eliminate the space between them. "There's an away game this weekend, you going?" She asked in casual conversation.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 6, 2014 22:17:27 GMT -6
Damon smirked, tilting his head. The smell of blood was still fresh in the air, and it combined with the feeling that she caused just being near him made him feel high. He dipped his head down, licking the side of her mouth with a slow, sensual lick. Once he pulled back, he whispered. "You missed a spot."
He raised his hands to cup her face, his eyes flicking about as if trying to take in every inch of her. That brief look of disbelief. That was what he needed. If he had to be the bad guy again, then he'd be the bad guy.
"I'll go if you do. We can make it a dinner party." He chuckled darkly.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Sept 6, 2014 22:42:00 GMT -6
She closed her eyes as he licked the side of her mouth, causing her to shiver slightly. Opening her eyes to look at him, she smiled and reached up to rest her hand on top of his. His dark chuckle made her do the same and she nodded in agreement. "Sounds like...a date. Stefan's been ruining my fun, but you won't, right?"
Elena was new to the no emotions thing, but it helped her to act on impulse without thinking or caring about the consequences of the actions she took. The feelings were absent and it made being a vampire much easier. Jer's death had really killed a part of her inside, the final part of her that made her human.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 6, 2014 22:53:36 GMT -6
"Of course not. I'm the fun one, remember?" Damon smirked. He dipped his head down after a moment to kiss her again. Even with emotions turned off there were two things that vampires still craved: blood and pleasure. He pushed her back against the wall, deepening the kiss.
"I'm the one, that makes bad decisions." He said against her lips. "I'm the one that relishes in the feed...the hunt...the kill. I'm the bad one."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Sept 6, 2014 22:58:46 GMT -6
Elena smiled a bit bigger and slipped her hands on his shoulders as he leaned forward to kiss her. She found herself pulling him into her and he pushed her back against the wall. The kiss deepened slowly and she balled her fists into the shirt he wore.
Speaking against her lips, she tried to focus on what he was saying but her focus was currently on the growing desire she had right now. Lifting herself up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together before shaking her head no. She met his eyes and pulled back slightly, running the tips of her fingers down the back of his neck. "You aren't the bad one, nor do you make bad decisions. It's who you are...and I like that about you." She pulled him back into a kiss and parted her lips slightly as she let her tongue slide out to tease his.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 6, 2014 23:19:00 GMT -6
Damon groaned into the kiss. He tried to keep his mind clear from the desire that she caused to flow through him. Her legs locked firmly around him made him perfectly nestled against her core. His hand slid behind her head, threading his fingers through her hair.
"That's refreshing," he whispered once he broke off the kiss. He met her gaze, his breathing harsh. He kissed her again, hard and demanding; his tongue slipping into her mouth to tease against her tongue and teeth.
"We should go home." He kissed her again. "Because I want you, Elena." He pressed a kiss against her jaw, running his tongue down along her throat. "And people might walk up."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Sept 6, 2014 23:27:35 GMT -6
Her breathing was accelerated as he kissed along her jaw, their heated kisses just growing in intensity and passion. Desire driving her mad inside as he lit her on fire with need and want. She grinned as she tilted her head back to allow him to tease her neck with his lips and tongue, speaking in a hoarse voice she spoke, "Let them. I don't care...and we won't make it there." She lowered her head to look at him and leaned forward to kiss his lips again, nipping and tugging at his bottom lip as she looked into his eyes. "How bad do you want me, Damon?" She kissed his cheek, moving a trail of kisses along his jaw until she was by his ear, "Or are you afraid of being caught?" She challenged him.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 6, 2014 23:46:47 GMT -6
Damon pulled back enough for his eyes to meet hers. His lips tugged into a dark smirk, and he raised a brow. Despite hating how she was now, he had to admit that was hot.
"You really think I'd care, baby?" He didn't let her answer, jerking her head forward into a kiss. He needed her trust--as much as he could with her emotions off--and that meant slipping to what he used to be. Before he'd met her. It was a risk, but it was something he needed to try. He had to live up to his promise. He'd do anything to protect her. Even if she hated him in the end.
Damon's fingers curled around the neck of her tanktop, and jerked. He smirked against her lips at the sound of ripping fabric. "But can you handle it?" He taunted.
Post by Elena Gilbert on Sept 6, 2014 23:57:47 GMT -6
Elena grinned and bit her lower lip as he pulled her forward into another heated kiss. She moaned and kissed him back, feeling him press against her. She could get used to this, feeling just hunger and pleasure, the two main things she needed sated and he would be the one to do so.
Feeling her tank top rip, she gasped with a slight moan as she met his eyes and gave a throaty moan, needing him so badly. "I can handle more than you give me credit for, Damon." She lowered her feet to the ground and balled her hands into his shirt, using her strength to turn him so his back was pressed against the wall. Ripping open his shirt, buttons flew everywhere and she began to kiss down his chest following the small trail of hair that disappeared beneath his jeans. She looked up at him with hooded eyes and smirked from his reactions.
Pulling at his belt, she began to work for what she wanted when she heard the sounds of a gasp and stuttering. Mary Elizabeth from her third period History class stood there looking flustered from the sight before her, Elena grinned and stood, turning on her heel to look at Mary. Speeding over to her, Mary screamed in fear and Elena laughed. "Wrong place, wrong time." She said before snapping her neck with the flick of her wrist, Mary falling to the ground in a heap. She dusted her hands and sighed dramatically, "Some people just have no respect for privacy. Now, where were we?" She grinned and placed a hand on her hip.
Post by Damon Salvatore on Sept 7, 2014 0:13:16 GMT -6
Damon let his head fall back to rest against the wall, focusing on the things that she was doing to him. Her touch set him on fire, and briefly he actually contemplated not pretending. His eyes snapped open the moment he felt her move away from him. His eyes met Mary's seconds before Elena snapped the girls neck. He straightened, pushing away from the wall as his jaw went slack. Not good. Once Elena regained her humanity, that was going to tear her apart.
He shook his head after a moment, a grin spreading over his face. "Nice."
Plan A wasn't working. So it was on to Plan B. He started towards her, pulling her against him and into a kiss. His hand slid behind her neck, and he gently stroked her skin with his thumb. He pulled back after a second, a sad smile tugging at his lips.
"I love you, Elena," he whispered softly. "And I'm sorry..."
Before she could react, he moved. There was a snap and Elena went limp in his arms as he snapped her neck. He closed his eyes briefly, resting his forehead against hers. He stood there in silence for a few seconds, and then pressed a kiss against her forehead. His eyes stung as tears glistened in his eyes before he angrily blinked them away. This was his fault...and he needed to fix it.