The Switch - Damon/Elena (TVD) - M - (6/?)
Title: The Switch
Author: evenstar1002
Rating: M
Category: drama, romance
Spoilers: Up to 1x22
Summary: The return of Katherin has effects on everyone. How will they deal with it? And how will it effect all the characters involved?
Chapter 6
Elena let the front door fall close behind her with a loud bang, shutting out the darkness of the night. It's been a long and tiring day for her. When she came back home from the boarding house this morning, sleep of course hasn't been an issue anymore. Elena didn't understand why the encounter with Damon and that woman had shocked and confused her so much.
Probably because you thought he had changed. She had only waited for him to come back to set things straight with him. She didn't want Damon to think that she didn't care about him or whatever else he thought that made him leave so quickly. And then he came back with that girl on his arm, half drunk and she just couldn't stand the sight. Elena really thought that he had changed. She wanted him to talk to her if he wasn't feeling right instead of going around, drinking alcohol and seducing innocent women so he could have their bodies and their blood. But she should probably just give up that hope because that's how Damon has always dealt with things and probably always would. She just wished it would be different. And she was the last person who had the right to tell him how to live his life.
"Elena? Is that you?" she could hear Aunt Jenna call. Putting on the best smile Elena could muster, she followed her aunt's voice. Elena went to the kitchen and saw Jenna standing at the stove, stirring something in the pot.
"Yeah, it's me." Elena replied and smiled at her aunt slightly. Jenna turned around only for a brief second, smiling back at her and waving with her free hand. Elena was glad that Jenna turned her attention back to the pot immediately because keeping that smile on was exhausting, even if it was only for a few moments.
"How was your day?" Jenna asked politely, while throwing some herbs into the pot.
"It was okay. I hung out with Bonnie at her place today."
"Oh, that sounds nice. How is she doing?" Jenna wanted to know, looking back over her shoulder to Elena.
"She's doing okay. Things have been a little hectic those last few weeks but we just kind of relaxed today, talked and listened to some music. Perfect way to finish off the weekend."
"That's good. That's really good." Jenna said, stirring some more before tasting the sauce.
"Are you hungry? I'm making pasta caprese."
"I'm sorry, but not really, no. I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm just going to take a shower and head to bed then."
"That's okay. I'm going to save some for you and store it in the fridge. You can just eat it tomorrow then."
"Thanks, Jenna." Elena said and was about to leave the kitchen before she turned around again. "How's Jeremy been doing today?"
"He's been sitting with me in the living room for about two hours earlier today. He didn't talk much but kept reading some kind of book. Others than that he just stayed up in his room all day." Jenna explained with a pained look on her face. "I just don't know what to do anymore..."
"You're doing great, Jenna! He'll come around, believe me. You know, he's never been the kind of guy who really talked a lot. Let's just give him a little more time."
"I only want to help him... I couldn't stand the horror again of finding him lying in his bed... half dead..."
"You won't have to. He's not going to do something like that again." Elena said and tried to sound convincing. She had no idea how Jeremy actually could have tried to kill himself and every attempt of her to talk to him, he had dismissed within seconds.
"And you're sure about that?" Jenna asked, sounding not really so convinced yet.
"I don't know what has gotten into him three weeks ago... but I know that it's not like Jer to do something so... drastic. He's not going to try it again. A broken heart needs time to mend but he's strong and he'll come around." Elena said again, her voice a little steadier now.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Jenna said and nodded her head, Elena smiling at her encouragingly. "So... how are the Salvatore brothers doing? Have you heard anything from Stefan?"
"No... No, I haven't. He won't call. He won't text. I don't even know where he is. Damon doesn't really talk to me either... I just want this whole mess to be over. I want Stefan back here with me and I want Damon to be Damon again. But I guess what I want doesn't really matter for once..."
"What do you mean?" Jenna asked carefully, looking at her.
"It's not important... I just really need to go to bed now... Let's talk about it another day, okay? Night, Jenna!"
"Have a good night, Elena!" Jenna replied before she went over to the stove again, finishing the sauce caprese.
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Elena went up the stairs slowly, every move hurting her legs. While walking up, she checked her cell phone again. She had texted Stefan earlier today but he had his phone turned off. Elena had no idea what to think anymore. She just couldn't believe that he didn't have the time to at least call her for three seconds to let her know that he was okay. Elena was sure that he was okay, believing that she would be able to feel it if something happened to him, yet she would feel a lot better if she could just be sure that he was okay.
Beside the worry another feeling kept nagging at the corner of her heart. It was disappointment and also a mild form of anger. She was his girlfriend after all and she deserved that he at least checked in with her every other day. He had to rest every once in a while, didn't he? He could call her then. Or text. Or send a smoke signal, for all she cared. And yet there was nothing. Did he even think of her while running after his ex lover? Elena shook her head, chasing away those thoughts. Of course he thought of her. He loved her, right?
Elena finally reached the top of the stairs and went straight for her room. With her weak arm she grabbed the handle of her door and pushed it open slowly. She would have let out a loud scream, hadn't that strange feeling of calmness immediately washed over her at the sight of the tall, dark figure standing by her window.
"Still walking around alone at night?" Elena could hear the dark, rumbling sound of Damon's voice; he stood stiffly with his back towards her.
"Damon? What are you doing in my room?" she asked surprised, walking into her room and closing the door.
"Going through your things... reading your journal... what a guy does when he's in a girl's room alone." Damon said snarkily.
"How long have you been here? Does anyone know you're here?" she asked and looked over to the small bathroom that connected her and Jeremy's room. His door was closed but she went over and closed hers as well, making sure that no one could overhear their conversation. Whatever Damon had to say to her.
Damon slowly turned around when he heard her close the door and turn on the light. "I've been here long enough. And no one knows I'm here, or do you think your aunt would have asked about me if she knew?" The indifference in Damon's voice and his eyes scared Elena for a second.
"It's not polite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations." Elena stated and moved over to the chair in the corner, slipping out of her jacket and letting it fall down on the piece of furniture.
"It's not my fault if you talk so loudly." Damon replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Elena let out a deep breath. "Okay... so, what are you really doing here?"
Elena watched as Damon seemed to contemplate about what to say to her. What he did say then, she couldn't believe her ears.
"You do not come to my house and make me feel guilty for being there with another woman!" Damon said coldly and walked a step closer to Elena, who looked at him dumbfounded.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked disbelievingly.
"I talk about this morning. It's my home. And I can drink as much alcohol and blood as I want. I can fuck as many women as I want. And you do not make me feel guilty for that." Damon said minaciously, moving even closer.
"I still don't know what you're talking about. It's not my fault if you feel guilty for anything. You can do whatever you want, Damon." Elena replied, straightening her back. She didn't want to let him know that she felt slightly uncomfortable having him so close when he was so angry. Though she was sure that her heart would probably give her away. Again. "Besides, I didn't even know you had it in you to feel guilt about something like that."
"Then you shouldn't pretend to know me." Damon said, finally coming to a halt right in front of her.
"I know more about you than most other people. Don't you pretend otherwise!" Elena replied, really getting angry now as well. Elena held his intent gaze, indifference replaced by a fire that she's seen burning not for the first time that evening. She felt herself being sucked in more and more with every second that passed. She felt like an open book to him right in that moment and Elena would have told him anything he wanted to hear had he asked her for it. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe and what was worse, she didn't even care. All she wanted to do was get lost in those icy blue eyes that made her forget everything she cared about, everyone she loved, made her forget about those last three weeks and everything that troubled her. The knowledge shook her out of her reverie immediately, her cheeks blushing traitorously.
She could see the momentary defeat in his face, and her heartbeat slowed slightly when she saw him retreat and take a step back, that strange connection from seconds ago broken.
"Why the hell were you even still there? I thought we were finished?" Damon asked her expectantly.
"Just because you decided to walk out on me, doesn't mean I was finished talking." Elena answered, shooting an angry look back at him.
Damon didn't seem to have to say anything, something she never thought possible since he always had to say something. But lately she had to keep asking him questions to make him talk and even then it wasn't guaranteed she'd get an answer. "Would you care to explain why you fled from the house so quickly?"
"No. Not really." Damon replied curtly.
"But I'd really love to know."
"Well, then I'm really sorry to have to disappoint you, Elena."
Ignoring his comment, Elena kept talking: "It can't be just the fact that I've asked you about Stefan."
"I really don't want to talk about it, Elena. And you really don't want to piss my off any further, believe me." Damon said warningly.
"Or then what?" Elena asked, not believing that she had really just asked that. What was wrong with her? She knew that Damon would never ever hurt her yet she was still a little afraid of what he might do.
"You really don't wanna know."
"I know you're not going to hurt me. And I can only repeat myself from last night - I'm not scared of you."
A low, grumbling sound erupted from deep within his chest and Elena regarded him carefully as he moved closer again.
"Don't be so sure of yourself. You never know what a vampire's up to. You never know what he's able to do when he looses control." he explained and didn't leave any doubt that he was serious.
"Despite what you think, I know you and I know you're not going to hurt me. What I don't know however is why you walked out on me like that this morning?" Elena tried again, her gaze not leaving his face for even a moment.
"I just had to get away." Damon answered and had no idea how he could explain himself without sounding like a total fool.
"Get away from what?" Elena asked, digging deeper to get to the source of it all.
Damon looked at her, uncertainty crossing his face. Elena watched him taking a deep breath, his eyes wandering to a distant spot beside her head. She could see the words inside him fighting for dominance. When he finally seemed to have decided what to say, his intent gaze focused on her again.
"I don't do friends." Damon said, walking even closer towards Elena. "I don't do talking." Another step closer. "I don't do vulnerable." Step closer. "I don't do thanking. I don't do caring." Another step. "And I do not do guilt." Damon explained, until finally standing right in front of her again, invading her personal space. "And yet with you, suddenly I do all of those things. And I don't like it. Because it makes me weak. And I don't do that either. And above all that it just hurts. It hurts like a bitch and I just can't make it stop."
Elena looked at Damon with wide eyes, her biological mother's voice suddenly echoing through her head. "Because he's in love with you." she had said all those weeks ago. Elena had never thought about it again until then, and finally everything made sense. But could it really be? He had loved Katherine for 150 years and then all of a sudden he's supposed to be in love with her? Damon has never done anything that would make her believe Isobel's words but now everything seemed to have changed.
"Do you want to know what really happened that night?" Damon asked her intently, his eyes boring into hers.
Too shocked from what she thought she had just discovered, she couldn't make herself say yes. She couldn't make herself say no either because she didn't really know what to think at all.
Obviously taking her none-answer as a yes, or just ignoring her none existing reply at all, he leaned in slightly, giving her a chance to back away. "I came to your house to help Jeremy and to thank you. I kissed you on the cheek because I felt like it was the right thing to do... And you didn't reject." Damon almost whispered and Elena could feel his hot breath stroking over her face. She should move, move away from him and this whole situation. But she just couldn't bring her legs to take a step back.
"You looked so surprised and heartbreakingly beautiful... and you just didn't move away... and I was weak and open and I couldn't resist..." Damon kept whispering, his eyes searching hers.
And then all thoughts left Elena's head entirely when she felt Damon's cold lips pressed against hers. His mouth moved deliberately over hers, trying to coax her lips into moving. She was stiff in Damon’s arms, his tight grip holding her up. Again she forgot how to think, how to breathe. All she could feel was the fire in his body, the warmth that slowly left him and crept into her, igniting something deep within her. Something Elena didn't know even existed. Something that was about to suffocate her with the sheer pleasure of it. And while she stood there stiffly in Damon's arms, letting him kiss her, the world around her stopped moving and the picture of Stefan that she always carried around in the inside of her head, slowly slipped away.
And just when she was about to give in, to kiss Damon back, the cell phone in the pocket of her pants started ringing.
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A/N: Sooo, finally some Delena action :) Too much? Not enough? You can let my know by hitting the bolow :)
And I also want to take this opportunity to thank xobrwneyedgrl93 for beta-reading this chapter so quickly! You are truely awesome! And I really do owe you big time!
Author: evenstar1002
Rating: M
Category: drama, romance
Spoilers: Up to 1x22
Summary: The return of Katherin has effects on everyone. How will they deal with it? And how will it effect all the characters involved?
Chapter 6
Elena let the front door fall close behind her with a loud bang, shutting out the darkness of the night. It's been a long and tiring day for her. When she came back home from the boarding house this morning, sleep of course hasn't been an issue anymore. Elena didn't understand why the encounter with Damon and that woman had shocked and confused her so much.
Probably because you thought he had changed. She had only waited for him to come back to set things straight with him. She didn't want Damon to think that she didn't care about him or whatever else he thought that made him leave so quickly. And then he came back with that girl on his arm, half drunk and she just couldn't stand the sight. Elena really thought that he had changed. She wanted him to talk to her if he wasn't feeling right instead of going around, drinking alcohol and seducing innocent women so he could have their bodies and their blood. But she should probably just give up that hope because that's how Damon has always dealt with things and probably always would. She just wished it would be different. And she was the last person who had the right to tell him how to live his life.
"Elena? Is that you?" she could hear Aunt Jenna call. Putting on the best smile Elena could muster, she followed her aunt's voice. Elena went to the kitchen and saw Jenna standing at the stove, stirring something in the pot.
"Yeah, it's me." Elena replied and smiled at her aunt slightly. Jenna turned around only for a brief second, smiling back at her and waving with her free hand. Elena was glad that Jenna turned her attention back to the pot immediately because keeping that smile on was exhausting, even if it was only for a few moments.
"How was your day?" Jenna asked politely, while throwing some herbs into the pot.
"It was okay. I hung out with Bonnie at her place today."
"Oh, that sounds nice. How is she doing?" Jenna wanted to know, looking back over her shoulder to Elena.
"She's doing okay. Things have been a little hectic those last few weeks but we just kind of relaxed today, talked and listened to some music. Perfect way to finish off the weekend."
"That's good. That's really good." Jenna said, stirring some more before tasting the sauce.
"Are you hungry? I'm making pasta caprese."
"I'm sorry, but not really, no. I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I'm just going to take a shower and head to bed then."
"That's okay. I'm going to save some for you and store it in the fridge. You can just eat it tomorrow then."
"Thanks, Jenna." Elena said and was about to leave the kitchen before she turned around again. "How's Jeremy been doing today?"
"He's been sitting with me in the living room for about two hours earlier today. He didn't talk much but kept reading some kind of book. Others than that he just stayed up in his room all day." Jenna explained with a pained look on her face. "I just don't know what to do anymore..."
"You're doing great, Jenna! He'll come around, believe me. You know, he's never been the kind of guy who really talked a lot. Let's just give him a little more time."
"I only want to help him... I couldn't stand the horror again of finding him lying in his bed... half dead..."
"You won't have to. He's not going to do something like that again." Elena said and tried to sound convincing. She had no idea how Jeremy actually could have tried to kill himself and every attempt of her to talk to him, he had dismissed within seconds.
"And you're sure about that?" Jenna asked, sounding not really so convinced yet.
"I don't know what has gotten into him three weeks ago... but I know that it's not like Jer to do something so... drastic. He's not going to try it again. A broken heart needs time to mend but he's strong and he'll come around." Elena said again, her voice a little steadier now.
"Yeah, you're probably right." Jenna said and nodded her head, Elena smiling at her encouragingly. "So... how are the Salvatore brothers doing? Have you heard anything from Stefan?"
"No... No, I haven't. He won't call. He won't text. I don't even know where he is. Damon doesn't really talk to me either... I just want this whole mess to be over. I want Stefan back here with me and I want Damon to be Damon again. But I guess what I want doesn't really matter for once..."
"What do you mean?" Jenna asked carefully, looking at her.
"It's not important... I just really need to go to bed now... Let's talk about it another day, okay? Night, Jenna!"
"Have a good night, Elena!" Jenna replied before she went over to the stove again, finishing the sauce caprese.
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Elena went up the stairs slowly, every move hurting her legs. While walking up, she checked her cell phone again. She had texted Stefan earlier today but he had his phone turned off. Elena had no idea what to think anymore. She just couldn't believe that he didn't have the time to at least call her for three seconds to let her know that he was okay. Elena was sure that he was okay, believing that she would be able to feel it if something happened to him, yet she would feel a lot better if she could just be sure that he was okay.
Beside the worry another feeling kept nagging at the corner of her heart. It was disappointment and also a mild form of anger. She was his girlfriend after all and she deserved that he at least checked in with her every other day. He had to rest every once in a while, didn't he? He could call her then. Or text. Or send a smoke signal, for all she cared. And yet there was nothing. Did he even think of her while running after his ex lover? Elena shook her head, chasing away those thoughts. Of course he thought of her. He loved her, right?
Elena finally reached the top of the stairs and went straight for her room. With her weak arm she grabbed the handle of her door and pushed it open slowly. She would have let out a loud scream, hadn't that strange feeling of calmness immediately washed over her at the sight of the tall, dark figure standing by her window.
"Still walking around alone at night?" Elena could hear the dark, rumbling sound of Damon's voice; he stood stiffly with his back towards her.
"Damon? What are you doing in my room?" she asked surprised, walking into her room and closing the door.
"Going through your things... reading your journal... what a guy does when he's in a girl's room alone." Damon said snarkily.
"How long have you been here? Does anyone know you're here?" she asked and looked over to the small bathroom that connected her and Jeremy's room. His door was closed but she went over and closed hers as well, making sure that no one could overhear their conversation. Whatever Damon had to say to her.
Damon slowly turned around when he heard her close the door and turn on the light. "I've been here long enough. And no one knows I'm here, or do you think your aunt would have asked about me if she knew?" The indifference in Damon's voice and his eyes scared Elena for a second.
"It's not polite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations." Elena stated and moved over to the chair in the corner, slipping out of her jacket and letting it fall down on the piece of furniture.
"It's not my fault if you talk so loudly." Damon replied, shrugging his shoulders.
Elena let out a deep breath. "Okay... so, what are you really doing here?"
Elena watched as Damon seemed to contemplate about what to say to her. What he did say then, she couldn't believe her ears.
"You do not come to my house and make me feel guilty for being there with another woman!" Damon said coldly and walked a step closer to Elena, who looked at him dumbfounded.
"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked disbelievingly.
"I talk about this morning. It's my home. And I can drink as much alcohol and blood as I want. I can fuck as many women as I want. And you do not make me feel guilty for that." Damon said minaciously, moving even closer.
"I still don't know what you're talking about. It's not my fault if you feel guilty for anything. You can do whatever you want, Damon." Elena replied, straightening her back. She didn't want to let him know that she felt slightly uncomfortable having him so close when he was so angry. Though she was sure that her heart would probably give her away. Again. "Besides, I didn't even know you had it in you to feel guilt about something like that."
"Then you shouldn't pretend to know me." Damon said, finally coming to a halt right in front of her.
"I know more about you than most other people. Don't you pretend otherwise!" Elena replied, really getting angry now as well. Elena held his intent gaze, indifference replaced by a fire that she's seen burning not for the first time that evening. She felt herself being sucked in more and more with every second that passed. She felt like an open book to him right in that moment and Elena would have told him anything he wanted to hear had he asked her for it. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe and what was worse, she didn't even care. All she wanted to do was get lost in those icy blue eyes that made her forget everything she cared about, everyone she loved, made her forget about those last three weeks and everything that troubled her. The knowledge shook her out of her reverie immediately, her cheeks blushing traitorously.
She could see the momentary defeat in his face, and her heartbeat slowed slightly when she saw him retreat and take a step back, that strange connection from seconds ago broken.
"Why the hell were you even still there? I thought we were finished?" Damon asked her expectantly.
"Just because you decided to walk out on me, doesn't mean I was finished talking." Elena answered, shooting an angry look back at him.
Damon didn't seem to have to say anything, something she never thought possible since he always had to say something. But lately she had to keep asking him questions to make him talk and even then it wasn't guaranteed she'd get an answer. "Would you care to explain why you fled from the house so quickly?"
"No. Not really." Damon replied curtly.
"But I'd really love to know."
"Well, then I'm really sorry to have to disappoint you, Elena."
Ignoring his comment, Elena kept talking: "It can't be just the fact that I've asked you about Stefan."
"I really don't want to talk about it, Elena. And you really don't want to piss my off any further, believe me." Damon said warningly.
"Or then what?" Elena asked, not believing that she had really just asked that. What was wrong with her? She knew that Damon would never ever hurt her yet she was still a little afraid of what he might do.
"You really don't wanna know."
"I know you're not going to hurt me. And I can only repeat myself from last night - I'm not scared of you."
A low, grumbling sound erupted from deep within his chest and Elena regarded him carefully as he moved closer again.
"Don't be so sure of yourself. You never know what a vampire's up to. You never know what he's able to do when he looses control." he explained and didn't leave any doubt that he was serious.
"Despite what you think, I know you and I know you're not going to hurt me. What I don't know however is why you walked out on me like that this morning?" Elena tried again, her gaze not leaving his face for even a moment.
"I just had to get away." Damon answered and had no idea how he could explain himself without sounding like a total fool.
"Get away from what?" Elena asked, digging deeper to get to the source of it all.
Damon looked at her, uncertainty crossing his face. Elena watched him taking a deep breath, his eyes wandering to a distant spot beside her head. She could see the words inside him fighting for dominance. When he finally seemed to have decided what to say, his intent gaze focused on her again.
"I don't do friends." Damon said, walking even closer towards Elena. "I don't do talking." Another step closer. "I don't do vulnerable." Step closer. "I don't do thanking. I don't do caring." Another step. "And I do not do guilt." Damon explained, until finally standing right in front of her again, invading her personal space. "And yet with you, suddenly I do all of those things. And I don't like it. Because it makes me weak. And I don't do that either. And above all that it just hurts. It hurts like a bitch and I just can't make it stop."
Elena looked at Damon with wide eyes, her biological mother's voice suddenly echoing through her head. "Because he's in love with you." she had said all those weeks ago. Elena had never thought about it again until then, and finally everything made sense. But could it really be? He had loved Katherine for 150 years and then all of a sudden he's supposed to be in love with her? Damon has never done anything that would make her believe Isobel's words but now everything seemed to have changed.
"Do you want to know what really happened that night?" Damon asked her intently, his eyes boring into hers.
Too shocked from what she thought she had just discovered, she couldn't make herself say yes. She couldn't make herself say no either because she didn't really know what to think at all.
Obviously taking her none-answer as a yes, or just ignoring her none existing reply at all, he leaned in slightly, giving her a chance to back away. "I came to your house to help Jeremy and to thank you. I kissed you on the cheek because I felt like it was the right thing to do... And you didn't reject." Damon almost whispered and Elena could feel his hot breath stroking over her face. She should move, move away from him and this whole situation. But she just couldn't bring her legs to take a step back.
"You looked so surprised and heartbreakingly beautiful... and you just didn't move away... and I was weak and open and I couldn't resist..." Damon kept whispering, his eyes searching hers.
And then all thoughts left Elena's head entirely when she felt Damon's cold lips pressed against hers. His mouth moved deliberately over hers, trying to coax her lips into moving. She was stiff in Damon’s arms, his tight grip holding her up. Again she forgot how to think, how to breathe. All she could feel was the fire in his body, the warmth that slowly left him and crept into her, igniting something deep within her. Something Elena didn't know even existed. Something that was about to suffocate her with the sheer pleasure of it. And while she stood there stiffly in Damon's arms, letting him kiss her, the world around her stopped moving and the picture of Stefan that she always carried around in the inside of her head, slowly slipped away.
And just when she was about to give in, to kiss Damon back, the cell phone in the pocket of her pants started ringing.
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A/N: Sooo, finally some Delena action :) Too much? Not enough? You can let my know by hitting the bolow :)
And I also want to take this opportunity to thank xobrwneyedgrl93 for beta-reading this chapter so quickly! You are truely awesome! And I really do owe you big time!