Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore

by KHLYUSTOV, DMITRY

  "Wait!" She yelled and he turned abruptly around.

  Shaking his head and giving her an apologetic smile, he responded, "I don't stay in this room Miss Gilbert. As I told you, if you're looking for a relationship then I advise you to reconsider what you are doing. I don't sleep with my, relationships. I only fuck them."

  Elena wanted to fight him and beg him to stay, but she couldn't find the words. Was this in the contract too? She must have missed parts and now she was really beginning to feel like she was hitting the wall with how tired she felt. Damon strode over to her and sat down on the bed.

  "But please Elena, please think about all of this. We can talk more tomorrow." He leaned in and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. "Please."

  Damon stood and went back to the doorway. He turned once more and looked over his shoulder. "Goodnight, Elena."

  Chapter 22: Brotherly Brawl

  A thousands bricks piled on top of her frail frame or at least that was what it felt like as a groggy Elena awoke from a deep sleep. The creamed color sheets tangled around her limbs as she pried her tired eyes awake. It felt like smooth satin as she curled up and rolled over to see that it was only dawn as the sun crept through the dark shades. The rather large bed felt lonely with just her in it and she instantly craved to have Damon next to her.

  However, his words haunted her only hours before as he explained his nature for not sharing the comfort of another in a bed unless it was under his circumstances, which meant sex.

  Elena sighed at the thought. She tried to convince herself that what she wanted from Damon was fun and no attachments, but it was hard to believe that when she already found herself holding on to him, who could easily break her heart. Or worse make her forget completely.

  His terms were a bit extreme as she recalled his requests from the contract. The other demands however, seemed so bizarre and a bit discomforting to her. Did she really want to obey him? Did she want him to spoil her with lavish things such as clothes and other necessities he felt? Was she willing to sacrifice her life for however long he found interest in her to stay with him in this dark and miserable home?

  The smart half of her was screaming no, but her girlish and hopeless romantic side was shouting yes. Never being able to be in the presence of this man or knowing him again terrified her when she didn't understand why. She barely knew him. He was aged beyond her years even though he could easily pass for his late twenties. He was poised and defined with a bank account that was never ending. He was charming and seductive which made her want to fall weak at her knees and say yes to anything he asked for. But, he was also dark. So dark that even in the shadows he was still visible. There was something he wasn't sharing with her or hadn't shared yet. Something from his past that pointed to all reasons of why he felt the need for control and why he felt like he had to be so accomplished in a world full of humans when he, himself, was not one at all.

  Her mind could race for days comparing all the wrongs and rights about Mr. Damon Salvatore, but the raised voices that came from down the hall startled her and she quickly stumbled out of bed. She recognized Damon's voice and it was harsh. His voice was at a near scream and the other that was challenging she did not recognize was calm, but still cruel and twisted.

  Letting her bare feet touch the cold floor she searched for her clothes and found them folded neatly on the chest at the end of the bed. She began to wonder how they got placed there without her being disturbed. As she reached down her eyes flickered from the pile of her own clothes to the closet. Damon had mentioned there were clothes for her inside and she hesitated for a moment before she moved toward it. The wooden door creaked as she opened it to find a string hanging in her face and she tugged on it. What seemed like a tiny closet from the outside was a lot bigger on the inside. The walls were lined with various garments color coordinated and separated by style. Her jaw dropped at the sight of it. Was this always tucked away for every victim, relationship that he had? The pads of her fingertips smoothed over the soft cloth of the blouses that lined the right wall. Were any of these even in her size? She quickly checked the tag and sure enough they were. This was all too much.

  On the back of the door hung a black satin robe and she quickly put it on. It felt much like the sheets on the bed and she loved the texture as it smoothed upon her skin. As she exited the engulfing closet, she tip toed to the door and opened it. The voices became clearer, but not clear enough for her to understand what they were fighting about. She knew she was going to snoop. Being careful to not make any noise she walked on the long carpet that lined the hallway.

  "You have some nerve coming back after last time," Damon's voice cracked and paused momentarily. "All that work for nothing."

  Taking a few more steps, she heard the other voice retaliate. "I've tried your way Damon and it just doesn't cut it for me."

  "You can't go around feeding and killing people. Not here." He shouted.

  Stefan? Using her intuitive skills, Elena could only assume that Stefan, who Damon had just addressed, was his brother. Her mind rattled at thought of another vampire in town. A vampire who was not into control of his habits like Damon and was a threat to the community.

  "I'm a ripper, Damon! I can't feed on animals. I can't feed off blood bags." His brother's voice illuminated the hallway and Elena froze. The tone he portrayed was chilling. "You of all people should understand. When was the last time you had a good kill? A good taste of the other kind?"

  Silence followed, but she could only picture the stern expression Damon wore at the moment. "Look," his voice lowered and Elena took another step closer to the foyer, where she could sense they were at. "I think it would be for the best that you just leave Mystic Falls."

  "You're not Dad. I don't take orders from you." Stefan snipped.

  "I'm not, but I've given you a second chance Stefan. I've given you a lifestyle that you continuously choose to break free from and relapse back to your old ways." Damon growled. "I don't know what I can possibly do to get you to…"

  Damon was cut off as a loud crash interrupted him. The sound of shattering glass startled her and Elena covered her mouth. Every hair on her body was standing up. Was Damon okay? She had no idea what was going on.

  "I didn't ask for any of this!" Stefan yelled and the sound of scuffled brawling erupted. "Stop helping me. Stop pretending like you actually care."

  "I do care Stefan!" The level of his tone matched his brothers.

  "Really?" A low, menacing chuckle escaped Stefan. "You didn't always. You've always cared about what's best for you and where it will take you in life. You've never given a damn about anyone else. You're selfish. Dad was right and unfortunately I learned the hard way."

  "Stefan, stop. We are not having this conversation." Damon nearly yelled in a whisper.

  "Why? Big brother doesn't want to take a trip down memory lane?" Stefan taunted him. "I loved her and you had to go and mess everything up."

  Another loud thud echoed through the house and Elena shook. This time it wasn't an object that hit the floor. It was Damon lunging at Stefan. She was sure of it.

  "Get the hell out of my house!" He barked. "And I swear I will kill you this time if you even think to leave another body."

  "You seem to forget this was my house once too you know." Stefan uttered and the scrambling of the two bodies colliding again returned. The deep breathing omitting from them was even loud enough for Elena to hear. "Here is the thing, I'll clean up my act, but I'm not leaving."

  The stumbling of feet on the ground indicated that they were ending the brawl. Elena pressed herself against the wall as she finally saw the dark shadowed figured that was much stockier than Damon's stomp toward the door. She couldn't see his face due to the lack of lighting, but she was glad she couldn't. She feared this brother of his. He was mean and messed up, a lot like someone else she knew. Maybe they were more alike than she knew, but only time would tell. And she would only know by meeting Stefan. Right now, definitely wasn't the time.


  "See you around, Damon." His voice was monotone and snarled.

  The front door slammed and once again silence was lingering through the house again. Elena still pushed up against the wall was unsure of what she should do. Should she go to comfort Damon after his big fight with his brother? Or should she attempt to sneak back to her room and pretend like she had never heard the conversation at all? Her decision was made before she could even think as Damon came flying around the corner and halted as he saw sight of her.

  "Elena," he breathed and looked horrified.

  Speechless, she moved herself away from the wall and bowed her head. Raising her eyes, she was met with an intense stare, but not the kind she was use to that sent her into a whirlwind of arousal. This stare made her feel like a child being caught doing something they shouldn't be. Every thing was tense on his face, but somewhere hidden in his blue eyes was horror. She wasn't sure if he was embarrassed by her listening in or by something else. Either way, she was scared of him.

  "I heard you two from my room, and, I, um," she stammered as she tried to find a way to explain herself. "I'm sorry."

  "Come with me, Miss Gilbert." Damon said in a calm voice, but still blazed with anger written across his face. "I think we shall go over that contract again."

  Chapter 23: Punishable

  Keeping herself separated a step behind Damon Elena kept her head bowed. His body was like a perfectly sculpted statue, stiff and holding one emotion: anger. Every part of him had tensed since he had found her in the hallway listening in on a conversation that was only met for him and his brother, Stefan's ears. Scold like a child, Elena could not help but feel she had done something utterly wrong. The sudden shame she felt wrapped itself around her like a tight blanket and now she had wished she would have just stayed in her room.

  The heavy steps from the bottom of Damon's shoes echoed through the hallway matching her ever-rapid heartbeat. The loud thudding taunted her and she tugged on the satin material of her robe. Damon's broad shoulders locked as he halted and she nearly collided with him.

  Turning his head slowly so he could peer over his shoulder with his intense blue eyes, Elena held her ground and gripped the satin robe more firmly. "Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to listen in on other people's conversations?" He huffed and remained turned away except for his eyes.

  "I didn't, I didn't mean to." Elena stammered and flickered her eyes down to her bare feet. "I couldn't help but hear your voice and I was…"

  "Curious?" Damon sang lifting his eyebrow and causally sporting hisdevilish grin.

  "Yes. Please don't be mad." She pleaded in a hush tone.

  "Mad doesn't describe what I am right now, Miss Gilbert." He replied leaving Elena fearing what was the proper adjective to describe his current mood.

  If he wasn't mad, then what was he? Images of vampire distortion ran rapid in her head, as she feared Damon was about to unleash his other side upon her.

  Keeping quiet, she prayed that whatever wrath he was about to unload on her, she would remain safe and unharmed. However, her trust in him was nowhere to be found. Within only a matter of days, she was already falling into his world of games and sex. She was debating a contract that was by all means unnecessary. Who in their right mind would even accept a lifestyle like his or decide to put up with it? Only smart people and right now she was feeling more foolish than ever.

  Damon retreated his stare and recoiled his smirk and continued down the hallway. Following him still close, but keeping her distance she bit her bottom lip hard. This is all wrong Elena. Why are you letting some fucked up freak control you like this? The truth was, she didn't know.

  In her heart, Elena knew this was wrong. All of it was so wrong, but those perfect blue eyes and his crazy, sexy smile got her every time. Maybe that was his other weapon, his looks. Forget compulsion or the fact that he was filthy rich, Damon had easily every girl swooning over him in Mystic Falls and most likely anywhere else he stepped foot in. This was her ultimate weakness. She didn't care that he was rich. In fact, he could be poor and she still would find him attractive. It was his double life he was leading that bothered her and it should. Vampires were just myths and now they were real. Out of all the things that should keep her away from him, it was this. He was clearly dangerous and yet, here she was following him like a lost puppy down the hallway of his home where she knew she was about to be punished for her actions.

  Suddenly, as she reverted back to reality Damon kicked open a door and she nearly jumped. Inside as she peeked in was a bedroom. Puzzled by the choice in which she assumed he was about to go all ape shit on her and then discuss the contract as he had stated before, she thought it was a bit odd.

  The bedroom seemed at first glance normal and well kept, but as she looked closer Elena realized this wasn't just a bedroom for sleeping, it was much more than that. A switch on the wall bright life to the room as Damon touched it and a shade of crimson covered the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and even the bed. Every thing was colored in this deep red that only reminded her of one thing, blood.

  "Is this you room?" Elena asked letting her toes skim the threshold.

  "No," Damon softly chuckled and turned to face her.

  "Oh," she responded still gazing at the amenities of the room.

  A bed draped in red satin, like her robe was pushed up against the far wall. Four large posts rose from each corner and were made of a dark wood. At the end of the bed frame sat a chest that matched the furnishing. Instantly, she became curious of what laid inside it.

  "Miss Gilbert, under the circumstances in which I just found you I have no choice but to bring you here." He dryly stated bowing his head. Elena held herself as she darted her eyes back upon him and away from the room. "However, without your signature on the contract that you are still debating I know it is wrong of me to even show you this room."

  "Then why are you showing me it?" She asked watching his angered expression turn cold and lustful.

  "Because I can't control myself when I am around you. Have I not mentioned this before?" He replied. "Right now, I am furious and pissed that you had the nerve to listen in on a private conversation between my brother and I."

  "Maybe you should have kept your voice down and I wouldn't have come snooping." Elena retorted and realized once again she was speaking before thinking. Awaiting a backlash, Elena was only met with an upward curl of the corner of Damon's lips.

  "Perhaps I could have." He dully responded and stepped an inch closer to her. "But now that you know more than you should, what shall I do with you?"

  Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes tight. "Please don't hurt me. I swear I'll forget everything you two said. Please, just don't hurt me." Elena softly cried.

  "I don't want to hurt you." Damon whispered and the sly appearance he had just held vanished. "I told you that I wouldn't."

  "Then what are you going to do to me since clearly you're so pissed?" She opened her wide eyes filled with fear and looked up at him.

  Damon's arm extended and he brushed his fingers upon the satin robe. He smiled to himself, but in a way that only meant something to him. It was a happy smile. It was a sad one.

  "I want to punish you." He stated. "But since you haven't signed the contract I know I can't."

  "Why do you have to follow a contract? Why to you even have to punish me?" Elena carefully asked knowing what she was saying this time around. His ever changing mood turned and this time he was emotionless.

  "Because I have to," he said in a firm tone. "Elena, this is how I am. This is who I am. This is all I know. This is what I've become and this is how I deal with, things."

  Elena trying to grasp understanding of him, she sighed and replaced her view back on the room. "What do you exactly mean by punishing me?"

  "Well," Damon began letting the seductive gaze slowly rise upon his face and his words smoothed out letting her melt. "I would fuck you."

  A lump formed in her throat and her heart stopped. Puni
shing her meant sex? How was that punishment? Elena couldn't help but let a smile cross her face at the thought of Damon fucking her again like he had twice now back in his office the night before. She was ready to undo her robe, but Damon stopped her placing his hand upon hers.

  "I would fuck you until it hurts. Yes, it would be feel good for the both of us, but with it pleasure comes pain Miss Gilbert." He explained letting his hand twitch upon hers. It wanted to explore her and she knew it.

  "Then punish me." Elena whispered grabbing his hand. "Screw the contract."

  "Miss Gilbert, you are quite the temptress." Damon murmured and immediately Elena was falling under his spell again. "But we can't. You must sign it."

  "How can I sign something if I don't understand the full aspects of? Show me what you do. Give me lets call it a preview. If you must compel me to forget this after its all said and done, then do it, but I want you to punish me Damon." Elena reached out and grabbed his black button up shirt. Yanking on his collar she pulled him close. "I beg you."