Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore Page 8

  "Look, just let me explain. You can ask me anything you want and if you decide you aren't prepare for this life then I'll go." Damon stated staring at her with his intense eyes.

  Could she believe him? She had no idea if she could trust his word or not. What she had just saw, how could she trust someone who clearly looked like that? But there was something about him beyond his horrifying appearance. She couldn't put her finger on it.

  Elena slowly found the kitchen chair only a foot away and took a seat in it. She needed to sit. This was all too much and yet she wanted to understand. Ever since she met him, all she wanted was to understand him. The questions he left her with. His cocky attitude that made her want to slap that smirk off his face half the time and most of all the way he made her feel like she never had before. All her questions could be answered and he was offering it to her. The thin ice she was walking on though was what kept her divided, but she knew if he were being honest, after hearing him out, he would leave.

  "What do you mean prepared for this life?" She asked and his pleasurable smile embraced him. It was like him transforming never happened. Her mind fluttered back to memories of them talking at the Mystic Grill and how normal it seemed. As she glanced at him leaning up against the counter it almost felt normal again. She had to remind herself that it wasn't. This wasn't normal.

  Damon sighed. "I mean realizing the innocence of Mystic Falls and the world that you live in is about to change. I know what I am and in all senses you should be scared of me. Hell, you should be running for the hills, but you're not. And that's what I don't understand. That's why I can't tear myself away from you."

  "If you're a vampire, why haven't you fed on me yet?" Elena watched him like a hawk.

  "I don't know." He growled and clenched his fists. Damon placed his hands on the counter facing away from her and spoke in a low tone. "You have no idea how badly I want to bite you. When I look at you I can hear you heart beat. When your neck is exposed all I can think about if tasting your blood. But something is holding me back."

  "Well what is it?" She asked in a quieter curious voice.

  "I don't know." Damon gritted through his perfect white teeth that hid a dark secret. Two of them that wanted to plunge deep into her throat and suck her dry.

  "How long have you been like this?"

  His blue eyes were cold. The ice that pierced them was more than usual and something painful was behind his glare. For a moment, she actually felt sympathy for him.

  "One hundred and forty-five years." He answered studying her carefully for her reaction.

  She looked down at the table. "And how did you get to be like this?"

  "You don't stop, do you?" Damon laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I tell you that I've been roaming this earth for one hundred and forty-five years as a vampire and you don't freak out about that?"

  "Trust me, I've freaking out here." She replied.

  "Good. You should be."

  Every part of her was freaking out. It wasn't just an everyday thing to learn that the guy you've been talking to and making out with is a vampire. This stuff only happened in movies.

  "Do you have like…special abilities?" She spoke quietly feeling silly asking him.

  The smirk returned and he responded, "I am stronger than a human being and I compel people to do what I want."

  The glazed looks. Elena felt the light bulb go off in her head. It wasn't his charm that was making people obey him it was his supernatural powers. She suddenly grew aware that if he had the ability to it do anyone, how did she know he wasn't doing it to her right now? Or he hadn't before? Did Damon compel her from the very beginning?

  "No I've never compelled you." Her confirmed her thoughts instantly.

  "You can read minds too?" Elena shifted in her chair uncomfortably.

  "No," Damon chuckled. "But I know you were wondering that. I've never compelled you once. I promise."

  "So you go around and feed on people and compel them for fun?" She said aloud trying to configure everything together.

  His calm demeanor was quickly changing. Creased lines formed on his forehead and his lips drew into a line. He seemed appalled by her assumptions. "I don't do this for fun Elena. I do this because of who I am. Who I have become." Damon wasn't all mystery and charm. Something dark lingered in him and it wasn't just him being a vampire. There was some demon that was eating away at him inside. Elena wondered if he knew how transparent he could be for a split second and then it was gone. He put the blockade back up.

  "I just…" She began but was quickly cut off by his rage.

  "Look, we could spend hours, days, hell even weeks talking out every little detail about who I am and what I do, but that isn't going to change anything." He shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest making his muscles enlarge. Elena's eyes fell upon his unflawed physique.

  Stop that! She yelled at herself. How could she be thinking about how attractive he was when he was telling her that he wanted to basically suck her blood? Elena was mess. She wasn't thinking straight.

  "I understand if you don't want this." He muttered.

  "I don't know what I want," she sighed and ran her hands through her hair. "I need time to think about all of this."

  "I can give you that." Damon nodded his head. "But Elena, I can't wait forever for you to decide whether you can handle this or not. I have needs, specific needs."

  "And I need time. I don't know how much, but I need it." Elena sassed him back and his smirk appeared.

  Don't smirk at me, she thought trying to suppress her churning sensation for him that was apparently still alive. In that moment as he gave her his sex eyes and sly smile, she had to resist. She couldn't trust him yet. He was dangerous and she still was trying to understand him.

  "Fair." He replied. "I'll go then."

  Picking his jacket up from the floor where Elena had eagerly peeled it off his body due to their lust filled make out session earlier that was rudely interrupted by his vampire needs, she blushed. She was embarrassed. All this time she had been attracted to a monster, but one that was devilishly attractive. Damon left the kitchen and made his way to the front door. Elena rose up quickly and followed behind stopping in the middle of the living room.

  "Elena," He said letting her name rolled of his tongue smoothly and making her resist her inappropriate urges. "Know that while you're trying to understand I can answer any question you may have and…"

  His words were lingering and something was arousing him deeply at the thought of it. He pulled his coat on and peered over his shoulder. "I thought you should know if you decide to cut me off completely, you're one hell of a good kisser. Hope to see you again, Miss Gilbert."

  The door closed and Elena crashed to the ground. Her body went numb.

  What had she gotten herself into?

  Chapter 14: Resist Temptation

  Elena tossed and turned in her bed. The thought of vampires actually existing was driving her mad. Was Damon the only one? Horror struck her as she thought of him attacking her and feeding on her blood from such hunger that must control him. Everything always came back to control with him. She thought of how it must feel to control his need for blood and whatever else he felt was necessary to keep him in line. He was very complex.

  The image of his fangs and his blood thirsty eyes haunted her as she closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could hear every beat it took. Was this what it sounded like to Damon?

  Eventually she eased her body into a deep sleep. The fear of having a nightmare about him was inevitable and so she let herself enter the land of dreams.

  As she awoke, she found herself in a large room accompanied by a big oak desk and sprawling glass windows that overlooked Mystic Falls downtown area. She knew of this place. It was Damon's office. Elena touched the cold glass and in the reflection of it she saw him hovering behind her. Quickly, she turned and he was close almost breathing down her neck.
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br />   "Miss Gilbert, do you know how bad I want you?" He whispered running two of his fingers down her neck where her vein throbbed.

  She gulped and he pushed her hair away exposing her neck fully. Damon wrapped his hand around the back tickling the tiny hairs on the back of her neck and causing her knees to buckle. Using his shoulder for support, Elena pulled herself up and she let her hand wander from his shoulder to the back of his neck. His eyes were hungry. Lusting for her like they always did.

  Damon bowed his head letting his lips touch her sensitive skin on her neck and she grew weak. He kissed carefully and softly slowing trailing them down to her collarbone. She closed her eyes letting the sensation of him consume her. His lips trailed upward this time and he went to her ear sucking lightly and then progressed down her jaw line. Her lips quivered wanting to be kissed. He smirked knowing what she wanted and he pushed himself on to her. Elena was being engulfed in his arousal. She loved the way he tasted and she couldn't get enough. He spun around laying her on his desk sending paperwork flying. Her fingers ripped at the buttons on his shirt as he moved his hand down her arm to her side to her leg. As his touch traveled around her body, she wanted more.

  "You're not going to scream. You're going to enjoy this." He said letting his eyes pulse for a moment looking deeply into her. She shook her head and watched as his gorgeous face disappeared. His eyes dried up leaving them red and his teeth were sharp. He drew his head back and came in contact with her neck.

  Elena shot up covered in sweat holding the side of her neck. She was breathing erratically. Her dream it was all too real. His pointed fangs she swore she could feel almost puncture her vein. As she got out of bed, she went to the bathroom to examine herself and found her neck was fine. Physically she was left unmarked, but mentally was a whole another story.

  In her dream, even as a vampire Damon made it seem so sexy. She hated to admit it, but vampire or no vampire she wanted to live out her dream in real life. Maybe she could somehow forget he was one and just go on carelessly making out with him as she pleased. That wasn't going to happen. No matter how much she tried to not think about it, the image of his vampire mask was fresh on her mind.

  Suddenly, Elena froze. Her eyes stared back at her in the mirror. Something was beginning to click. Why hadn't she realized it before? She grew angry. How stupid could she have been? Damon wasn't as innocent as he led on to be. Even if he swore he wasn't going to hurt her, didn't mean he wouldn't hurt someone else. She knew…an animal didn't attack Caroline. Damon had.

  Damn you Salvatore, she cursed to herself and quickly got dress. It was early in the morning. The sun hadn't rose yet but she had to go to the hospital. She had to talk to Caroline. Barely throwing on a decent outfit, Elena rushed down her stairs and grabbed her keys. She swung open the door, but fell back.

  "Get the hell out of here!" She growled at him.

  Damon stood at her door still wearing the clothes from earlier in the day. His face was covered by the night's shadows, but she could still see his expression. No smirk. No sex eyes. He was stern. He was focused.

  "Elena, I can explain." He said crouching down.

  "Explain!" She yelled and he looked around. Damon stepped into her house and shut the door. Elena panicked. "You killed Bob. You attacked Caroline!"

  "No I didn't!" Damon firmly stated.

  "Yes you did!" Elena reacted and stumbled on the ground trying to get away from him.

  "I swear to you I did not hurt Caroline or kill Bob." He said in softer tone. "I wouldn't do that to you."

  "To me?"

  His presence in her home was unwanted and a distraction. She grew with more fright as she wondered why he was waiting outside her door at this time of night. Was he planning his attack? Could he not resist leaving her alone and was coming to demand her decision out of her? Or was it something else?

  "I don't attack to just attack. I don't feed to just feed." Damon hissed and paced to the middle of the living room. His hands were balled up into fists and he looked like he wanted to punch something, but all he got was dead air.

  "Then what did attack Caroline? You seem to be convinced it wasn't you!" Elena shoved herself off the floor and stood shaken by his unwelcome entrance. "Please convince me of what else could possibly do that to someone and don't tell me it was an animal because we both know that isn't true."

  Damon showed a new emotion to her. An emotion she knew too well as worry. It embraced his eyes drooping them with a slight hint of fear and he licked his lips. "My brother." He answered dully.

  "You're brother?" She spat. "What is he a vampire too?"

  "Yes," he answered honestly sending Elena into another wind tunnel of surprising information. He wasn't the only vampire in Mystic Falls.

  "How many are there of you?"

  "Just me and my brother." Damon spoke letting his bottom sit on the coffee table.

  "How do I know you're not lying?" Elena asked crossing her arms fiercely and stomping her foot.

  "I would never lie to you Elena." He said staring at her letting his blue eyes pierce her soul just like they had in her dream. "My brother and I have been the only vampires in Mystic Falls for a very long time and we make sure to keep that way."

  "But there are other vampires?" She asked knowing his response before he said it.

  Damon didn't answer her. He knew she was beginning to understand the dangers that lurked on this Earth, an invisible force that only reveal themselves at reasonable circumstances. However, Caroline's attack wasn't reasonable.

  Elena whispered to herself, oh my god, as she fought the urge to cry. Vampires roaming around amongst humans and not knowing who was pure and who wasn't scared the living shit out of her. How could she trust anyone now? She was starting to feel like she was living a complete lie.

  "Are you sure it was your brother?" Her voice barely got the words out.

  "Positive." Damon replied without hesitation.

  "Why would he do that? Why would he attack Caroline? Why now?" Elena panicked letting her mind slip into the horror of what she was learning.

  "Elena," he stated her name and rose from the coffee table. His approach was sincere and as she locked her body in place and he continued toward her while she held her breath. She didn't like him being this close to her, but at the same time she wasn't running. She was conflicted with her feelings for him. Damon placed his hand on her cheek and she shivered. "Breathe. I am not going to hurt you. I…my brother isn't like me. We are both vampires, but we choose to lead our lives differently in certain ways."

  In his intense blue eyes, he was hiding something. Damon wasn't being completely truthful with her. He was leaving something out. She wanted to ask, but one of his best traits was dodging the bullet. The answers she sought weren't going to be given to her freely. She was going to have to work for them. Another time, another day.

  "You should rest, Elena." He stroked her cheek.

  "I have to go see Caroline." Elena uttered and turned her head away from him.

  "She is sleeping and she is fine." Damon assured her and her chest began to heave again. Her mouth barely opened before he shook his head discouraging her to speak. "I went to check up on her at the hospital. No, I didn't touch her, bite her, talk to her, or even let her see me. Caroline was asleep. When I left earlier today I went straight to the hospital to make sure my brother wasn't there."

  "Why would he be there?" She suspected the worse.

  "Because I didn't want Caroline's fate to be like Bobs." His words left her lifeless at the thought of her best friend being dead. Damon stroked her cheek again and he smiled at her. It wasn't like his normal seductive smile, but it was sweet and she finally let her cheek rest upon his hand lightly. "You need to rest."

  His hand fell and suddenly she was tempted by his touch. The sensational dream she had just dreamt of moments before discovering the truth and rushing down the stairs to find him swallowed her. A part of her was screaming let him go and fear of him, but the other part of her
was a vixen of lust. She wanted him to stay. She wanted to see what he was capable of in real life. Elena knew the sort of trouble she could find herself in, but in the moment she didn't care. She believed he hadn't attacked her friend. She believed he had some control over his vampire urges, but she wasn't sure if she could trust his vampire side yet. She was going to take that chance.

  "Stay." She murmured blushing.

  The expression changing upon his face wasn't his normal self. The one she was so attracted to. He looked confused and almost scared. "Elena, I shouldn't." He said staring at her. In return to his touch, she grabbed his cheek and requested of him to stay again.

  "Please," she whispered. "I don't want to be alone right now."

  "I'm serious, Elena. I shouldn't and what you're saying is foolish." Damon snarled at her.