Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore

by KHLYUSTOV, DMITRY

  Elena's mind was racing still from the adrenaline rush from earlier. Seeing him behind her in the bathroom, him rushing to her to kiss her for the first time, and the way he grasped her face as he showed the way he truly felt for her. It was overwhelming.

  However, there was something about him that was off. For one thing he was keen on redirecting his conversations leaving her wondering even more about him. He also had an effect on people that sent a sort of glazed look upon their face. Maybe they were stunned by his undeniably perfect physique, she knew she was half the time. Did she ever have the same glazed look upon her face then too? She would never really know the answer to that. But then there was the moment in the bathroom while kissing he just stopped. The thought of his lips still hovering on her neck and him turning away suddenly made her wonder if he had realized what he was doing. It was a bit intense to follow her into the bathroom and decide that was the perfect moment to kiss her.

  Despite the location, Elena loved every moment of it. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to feel the softness of his hair and the defined muscles that made him up. Elena was falling profoundly for him and yet she still had so many questions.

  The sun had set and she retired to her room, where she got ready for bed. Her eyes grazed over her laptop computer and her cell phone that sat parallel next to one another. Both devices could satisfy the need to hear from him again, but it was too soon. She did not want to sound desperate. If she did reach out to him, what would she even say? The only though that came to her mind was sounding like hopeless schoolgirl wanting more from him. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, Elena curled up in her bed and let herself drift off into another mystifying dream of Damon Salvatore.

  Caroline smacked the newspaper on the counter next to Elena as she dipped her spoon into her strawberry banana yogurt. It was early and she could tell Caroline was already on some high that was about to burst.

  "It's published!" She squealed and pointed to the small photo of Damon in the top left hand corner with a small headline reading, MYSTIC FALLS VERY OWN MULTI-MILLIONAIRE. The picture of Damon was dashing and even in black and white his eyes were still captured to perfection.

  "Look at this," Caroline flipped open to the article on page three and placed both her hands up to her mouth pleased with her work.

  The picture from the front page was larger and about a thousands words filled the page with the article pertaining to the one and only, Damon Salvatore. Elena scanned it knowing Caroline was waiting to hear her review and blushed at the thought of interview where she had met him. It's funny how things can change so quickly at a moment's notice, she thought to herself.

  "Well," she pressed her for her thoughts.

  "It's amazing Caroline!" Elena shared and gave her a hug. "I'm so happy for you."

  "My first big article in the Mystic Falls Times." She beamed with joy. "I am going to buy like five more copies and frame this. Elena, this could be my big break! I could become some hot shot reporter and get the hell out of here."

  As happy as she was for Caroline and her new found success, the thought of her leaving her was unwanted. If Caroline left, she would have no one. Elena never pictured herself leaving Mystic Falls, ever. This was her home. She was content with her mediocre life and her minimum wage job. All right maybe not, but she did not know when her big break would be. It was all too much.

  "Lets celebrate…tonight!" Elena suggested and raised her glass of orange juice in the air. Caroline grabbed her glass of water and clinked the two together.

  "And you know since you're so close with Mr. Damon Salvatore, you should invite him to the celebration." Caroline said in a sly voice and gave her a wink.

  "He's busy." She replied not knowing if he was or not, but it would be too weird. It wasn't like they were dating or even exclusive for that matter. He was just a fling and flings usually don't last long. "I'm sure he has much better things to do then get drunk with a few us."

  Caroline shrugged her shoulders and said, "You're probably right. I'll call up a few people to join us later and we can begin the celebration."

  Dancing out of the kitchen, Elena leaned over to gaze at the beautiful photo of Damon. His picture was lively and sexy. She craved him this very instant. What she wouldn't give to see him again.

  Mystic Grill was packed considering it was a weekend night. A live band was playing in the corner some classic rock songs and she bopped her head to the beat. Caroline was drowning herself in tequila shots at the bar surrounded by a few hungry eyed looking gentlemen. She knew not to try to persuade her to slow down or even tell her to not bring one of the strange men home. Caroline was out of a mission and she just had to sit back and watch.

  "You're going to need help bringing her home tonight." Matt took a seat next to her at a high top table.

  "If she even comes home," she laughed and finished the last of her beer.

  Matt slid another one her way and she smiled at him.

  "So," he began and she knew exactly where he was going. "I saw you here with that Salvatore guy again. What's the deal with him?"

  "He just wanted to grab a drink, that's all Matt. Damon is a nice guy." Elena curled both her hands around the cold bottle. "Why are you so concerned anyways? Are you jealous?"

  Her playful words looked like they hurt him and she took a sip of her beer. She was stupid to even wonder if Matt was jealous because he was. Matt had a thing for her from the moment they met. She knew she was being foolish stringing him along, but she enjoy his company. He understood her and balanced her out. Elena was grateful to have a friend like him.

  "I don't know Elena, I just get a weird vibe from the guy. Like I can't trust him or something." He confessed and slammed his bottle on the table.

  "What's with you and Caroline both not trusting the guy?" She shook her head. "You don't even know him."

  "And you do?" Matt questioned her.

  Elena was growing annoyed. She was out celebrating, not being interrogated. Bringing the bottle to her lips she forced half the cold liquid down her throat. She needed to get her buzz going.

  "I know him better than you and Caroline do." Her confidence was growing as the alcohol settled into her blood stream.

  "I just don't understand I guess," he sighed.

  As much as she loved Matt, he could be sort of downer. She clinked the neck of the bottle with his and gestured for him to drink up. They both finished the last of the beer and he went up to the bar to get them more. When he returned Elena promised him no more talk about Damon and he obliged. Tonight was supposed to be about having fun and possibly watching Caroline spiral downward as she took another tequila shot.

  After a few beers, Elena was feeling it. She was laughing with Matt at the desperate men who huddled around Caroline. They kept a close watch on her knowing as much enjoyment they got out it they didn't want her to get hurt.

  "I need a bit of fresh air." Matt huffed. "Wanna join me?"

  "Sure." Elena agreed and followed him out the entrance.

  The faint sound of the bass coming from the band's music could be heard outside. Drunken adults stumbled around the grill and yelled banter to one another and Matt and her got another good laugh.

  "You know," he said turning to face her. "I don't think I ever told you this Elena, but the first time I met you I thought you were the prettiest girl I ever saw."

  Oh no, here we go. Matt's sober thoughts were coming out with his drunken words.

  "Thanks." She replied starting to feel uneasy. Standing up was not her best choice and especially with the cool air hitting her. She was feeling drunk and with Matt beginning to confess his love for her, she was regretting following him out here.

  "I like you Elena." Matt took a step forward and she arched back.

  "Matt, don't." She shook her head.

  "I'm sorry," he slurred. "I've been holding it inside and I just…"

  He grabbed the back of her head and forced his lips upon hers. What was with everyone kissi
ng her lately? She pressed her hands on his shoulders to push him away, but he was too strong.

  "Matt, please no." Elena whispered to him as their lips parted, but he wasn't taking no for an answer.

  "Come on Elena." He whined and hooked his arm around her waist.

  "I said no!" She became louder and more eager to get him off her.

  "Hey!" A voice came from behind her and Matt went stumbling back two feet. "She said no."

  Elena twirled around to see who her savior was and to her surprise it was Damon.

  Chapter 11: Goodbye Innocent Mystic Falls

  "Are you okay Elena?" Damon asked gently placing his palm on the back of her shoulder.

  Before she could answer him, Matt came charging in her direction and he was in a rage. He took his hands and pushed Damon, which only caused him to nudge. It was like he was a statue and no matter what forced Matt came at him with he wasn't going to crumble.

  Where had he come from? Was he making a pit stop at Mystic Grill? It just seemed so odd to her that he kept popping up randomly and unexpectedly, not that she wasn't complaining. In fact, she was glad Damon had showed up to stop what could have turned into something awful. She trembled thinking about. Looking over at his firm physique, he scowled at Matt, who was giving him equal dissatisfaction.

  "What's your problem man?" Matt growled as he stumbled backwards.

  "She said no, what do you not understand about that?" He asked with a wild look in his eyes. Elena stood back as she knew a brawl was about to happen between the two of them.

  "You know man why don't you just go." His voice lowered and he stared at him with a look of anger.

  Damon kept his stance and shook his head still standing in front of Elena. "I think you should go, before you cause anymore trouble."

  "The only trouble I see around here is me kicking your ass!" Matt yelled and charged at him again. This time instead of shoving him, Damon punched him. Elena gasped as he fell to the ground revealing a freshly bruised cheek and a cut lip.

  "Stop!" She screamed. "Both of you."

  They were both fuming with one another and Matt scrambled to his feet. Taking a few steps toward him, Elena swore they were going to break out into another fight, but instead a glazed look came over Matt's face. Damon was saying something to him, but she couldn't hear it. With all the commotion and sudden drama of the night, she felt light headed and not in control of herself.

  The glazed look vanished from Matt's face and he looked back at Elena. "I'm out of here." He hissed and walked off in hurry down the street.

  "What did you say to him?" She asked as Damon turned around.

  "I told him to go home before I called the cops." He murmured and tensed his face still filled with anger from the fight.

  "Where did you even come from?" Elena glanced around noticing they were alone. "It's like you just vanished out of thin air."

  He paused staring at her and his icy blue eyes lingered on her face. Her cheeks grew warm from the alcohol and she had a sudden rush through her veins. The mixture of confusion, lust, and slight fear swirled through her and her chest heaved up and down as she he continued to glare at her.

  "I was walking around trying to clear my head," he spoke in a calmer tone to her and the strict lines on his face began to easy creating a softer look. "You're lucky I was around otherwise he would have…"

  Damon didn't dare to finish his thought. By the expression on his face, he was horrified at the thought of what Matt would have done to her if he hadn't showed up. Elena was thankful he had saved her, but she was still puzzled by him.

  "Thank you," she whispered knowing she had to drop her curiosity. The chances of him actually being straight with her were unlikely.

  "You should probably go home too." Damon said. "I think you've had too much to drink too."

  "I can't leave Caroline," Elena crossed her arms feeling her body sway.

  He rushed to her side and held her steady. "Seriously, you're going home. I'll take you."

  "I can't leave her," she barked.

  "Fine, I'll take both you home." He argued and grabbed her arm. "Why are you drunk anyways?"

  "Caroline's article got published. She wanted to celebrate." Elena explained and they made their way back into the grill. It was crowded, but Caroline was still sitting at the bar flirting with some body builder looking man.

  Elena pushed her way through the crowd and Caroline's eyes were half open and she gave her a goofy smile. "Elena, I like you to meet Bob." She slurred and slapped her hand on his leg. The guy seemed normal, but what normal may have looked like on the outside could be a psychopath on the inside.

  "Hi," she gave him a quick smile and could sense Damon hovering over her shoulder. Her eyes flickered to the restroom and back at him for a moment thinking about what had went down in there only a day before. A smirk swarmed his face and Elena knew he was thinking about it too. Bringing herself back to reality, she tried to sober up to talk to Caroline. "I think we should go. Damon is offering to take us home."

  "Damon Salvatore!" She yelled over the noise. "You always know how to make an appearance."

  "Caroline." Elena snapped at her. "Come on lets go."

  "No, sorry." Her voice lowered and she sounded like an infant. "Please let me stay. Bob will take care of me. I promise."

  "I don't know Caroline." She looked over at the guy, who didn't seem too pleased to have his name being discussed.

  Intervening, Damon stepped forward and shook Bob's hand. He looked unimpressed and confused to why he was introducing himself. She could see his muscles flexing at Damon's presence. Elena couldn't concentrate as she was still trying to convince Caroline to leave, while her knew boy toy was staring off in a dazed look. His mouth hung open and Damon was saying something to him, but it was out of earshot. Her vision was becoming more inaccurate as the night drew on and she shook her head. The dazed look was gone and Damon grabbed her shoulder.

  "Don't worry, he'll take good care of her." He lowered his lips to ear and she shivered as his breath touched her skin.

  "See!" Caroline shouted. "I'll see you later."

  Before she could even argue with her not coming home, Damon was dragging her out of the grill by her hand again. The cold air hit her hard and wave of discomfort washed over her. He held on to her making sure she didn't fall and guided her down the sidewalk to where his car was parked. For the first time, she was not happy with him. He had pulled her away from her friend who was about to go home with a complete stranger.

  "You're mad at me." He said getting into the drivers seat.

  "Just take me home please." She replied.

  The car zipped down the street and Elena was fighting the urge to not hurl in his car as he took sharp turns. He didn't say a word to her the entire car ride home. The awkward tension in the car was unbearable and she couldn't wait to get to her front door.

  Within minutes, Damon was pulling up to her curbside by her house like he had before, but this time he turned the ignition off and got out. He pulled the passenger side door open and helped her get out gracefully. She held on to his hand at first and then let go. To her surprise, he followed her all the way up to her front door.

  Turning around, Elena stared at him and asked, "What were you trying to clear you mind of while walking around town?"

  "Confliction." He answered smoothly.

  "What are you so conflicted about?" She probed him for more information.

  "You." Damon sighed and the intensity in his eyes illuminated.

  "Me?"

  "As you already know I'm quite fond of you, a lot. However, you should know Elena I'm…dangerous." He answered choosing his last word carefully. Dangerous? How was he dangerous?

  "How?" She was so intrigued by what he was telling her. When most people hear that someone is dangerous they tend to stay away, but not her. She wanted to know more. She wanted to understand him and right now even with his confession she wanted kiss him.

  Damon smiled and cocked h
is head to the side. "You're drunk. You should probably go inside."

  "No! I want to know." Elena argued and stepped toward him leaving little space between. "Don't tell me you're dangerous and then change the subject."

  "I am not the man you think I am. I am not the man you want me to be." His eyes flickered in the moonlight and he looked down at her.

  Elena stood there examining him. If he wasn't the man she thought he was, then who was he? Just more questions for her to ponder and they were piling up. She wanted answers and with all her frustration building she felt the urge to lung at him and kiss him. It felt like he was leaning in as if he was going to kiss her and she closed her eyes. His breath was close and her lips tingled at the thought of his touching hers.