Chapter 9: One night
Most of the day, was spent on teaching me being a vampire. We used Stefan's room to practice attacking people. We pushed all of his furniture to the sides of the room, and had a lot of space to practice. At first, I was shy. I didn't really want to attack Damon with the plastic stakes we were using. But after being thrown to the floor five times, with Damon on top of me, I started getting the hang of it. Next thing he taught me how to use my vampire speed, and how to make people not notice. Then we practised compelling. Damon found another girl, whom he asked me to feed on afterwards. Again he helped me stop, before the girl would die. And then we went to The Grill to get some food, before returning to the Salvatore boarding house, for more attack practice.
But when it was night time, Damon asked me to wait in the living room, while he went upstairs. He poured me a glass of bourbon for the waiting. He had taught me it helped control the cravings. I sat down on the couch, when the doorbell rang. “You mind getting that, Elena?” Damon yelled from upstairs. I frowned and went to the door. It was a normal mail man, with a big package. “I have this for Elena Gilbert,” he said and handed me the package and a letter. I took the package and he left again. “Uhm, Damon?” I yelled and put the package on the table. “Open the letter,” he said. I grabbed the letter. It said 'Elena' with Damon's beautiful handwriting. I frowned and opened it. Before reading it, I looked at his handwriting. It was clear that he had been schooled in 1864. I had never thought he would have such a beautiful handwriting.
You've worked hard today. It's time you get to relax a bit. I want to make tonight special. Please accept my gift. I had hoped you would use it tonight. Give me a chance. I want to show you why you should stay here.
I put the letter back in the envelope and reminded my self to save it. I was going to put it in my bag. Then I bit my lip and opened the package. It contained a beautiful dress and matching shoes. It was blue and would stop around my knees. It was strapless and had glitter on it. I couldn't help but smile. I wanted to let him have his way. I was going to put it on, and I was going to look great in it. I grabbed my make-up bag and hair gear from my bag, put the letter safely in my diary and went to Stefan's room. It smelled from our practice. There was a small blood stain on the floor, from when I had actually stabbed Damon in the stomach with the plastic stake. No need to say he just pulled it out again. Stefan had a big mirror, and since we had made room to practice, there was lost of space for me to change. I curled my hair and made it looked really advanced. I loved making my hair look good. It was pretty long. Then I did my make-up and it was time to put on the dress. It fit perfectly. I wondered how Damon knew what my measurements were. I never told him. Maybe he just had a way of telling a girl's measurements? I looked at my self in Stefan's mirror. I was surprised how much it fit me. Damon really knew how to dress a girl. I put on the blue shoes and went downstairs. Damon was waiting for me in a smoking, and he looked completely amazing. I felt his eyes at me at once when I stepped down the stairs. He smiled as I walked towards him, confident in the beautiful dress. He looked completely love struck. “You look amazing,” he said and couldn't keep his eyes off my body. I smiled at him. “You don't look so bad either,” I said. That wasn't a lie. He did really look good in a suit. It fit him. “Well, you will have to miss the opportunity to look at me for some time. You're going to wear this,” he said and pulled out a blindfold. No. Way. “What? Are you serious?” I asked and looked at the little piece of silk. “Yes, and there is nothing you can do about it,” he said and suddenly stood behind me. I sighed as he carefully blindfolded me. I guess I had no choice. Earlier today he had demonstrated just how strong he was. He took my hand and gently pulled me outside. He helped me inside his car and got in next to me. Next thing I know, we were on our way.
“Are you going to tell me anything about where we're going?” I asked and felt tempted to pull off the blindfold. He had to focus on driving the car. “Nope. And you are not going to touch that blindfold. If you do, I will tie your hands to the car door,” Damon said. I imagined his smirk. Maybe he would like to tie my hands? Maybe to his bed? I was still in the mood for him. Crap. “Okay, okay, I'll be a good vampire,” I said, trying to get used to the whole 'I'm a vampire' thing. There was no way out of vampire-ism, so I had no other choice, than to get used to it, and get the best out of it. I felt the pain inside my heart, when I reminded my self that getting the best out of it, would be without Damon. “Good girl,” he said. He sped up. Did he follow the speed limits? Did he even care about speed limits? “Are we going far away?” I asked and tried smelling. I could smell cars and people. We were in town. “Not yet. We're almost there, actually,” he said and slowed down. Thank God. “I'm excited, Damon. You know that?” I said and felt curious. I really wanted to know where we were going. “Yes, I can feel that, Elena. But I'm not going to tell you anything! You just have to relax and enjoy my excellent driving skills,” he said. Again I imagined his wonderful smirk and laughed. “I'll just lean back then, and hope I'm not going to get killed,” I said. Somehow, I felt very safe with Damon next to me. I was used to him being my protector, because he was a vampire. But I was also a vampire now. I could take care of my self. Okay, maybe not at the same level as Damon, but I did know how to defend my self. He had taught me a couple of tricks. “I would never let anyone touch you, Elena.” All of sudden Damon sounded very serious. I wish I could see his facial expression. I had no idea what he was feeling. “We're here. Now, stay put, I'll guide you,” he said and walked to my side of the car. We had to be in public, or else he would've just used his vampire speed. I let him take my hand and guide me inside a building. He took me to a chair and told me to sit down, and finally he revealed our destination.
The room was lighted by gold-ish lights and candles. In the middle of the room stood a table, set for two, which I was sitting right in front of. Slow music was playing in the background and we could see the starry night through the glass walls. I could smell food from the kitchen to our right. I had the feeling this wasn't just something Damon had planned randomly, when he heard I was going away. “Damon, this is...” I was speechless. I had no idea what I should say. He smirked and sat down on the other side of the table. Of course candles were lit on the centre of the table. It was really romantic. “It's really... Just... Perfect,” I said and smiled at him. I felt like a little school girl, going on her first date with her older crush. Damon had, after all, been 22 when he was turned. Not to mention he was turned in 1864. There was a couple of years between us, but it really didn't matter. I felt perfect with him.
A waiter brought out a fine looking appetizer. We both started eating, not taking our eyes off each other. I started feeling a bit shy, seeing those love strucked eyes looking at me. He loved me, I knew that. He had told me. But I was seeing this with my own eyes. I was seeing his love. That wasn't a normal thing for Damon Salvatore. Normally he didn't express those kind of feelings. I wanted to know what he had planned, but I could already hear his answer. He wanted to surprise me. He wasn't just going to tell me what he had planned for the night. So I looked down at my food and felt my cheeks turning red. He truly made me feel like a school girl. Not a newly turned vampire, soon to be bad-ass girl! “Are you keeping an eye on the time?” I asked, when we had finished the appetizers and the waiters brought out more food. He shrugged. “Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not,” he said and smiled, “but you aren't. I made sure of that.” I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Then I started looking for my phone, and realised it was gone. “Damon, give me my phone!” I said and looked at him. He smirked and shook his head. “You will get it after tonight. But I want your full attention, so no time for cellphones and people wanting to talk to you. This night is just going to be you and me,” he said and put his hand on mine. I felt a small shiver from the place where his hand touched mine. It felt good and it felt right. But it wasn't. It wasn't right, sitting here with Damon.
I wanted to retract my hand, but I couldn't. I wanted his hand to stay at mine. I looked at our hands and felt my cheeks getting red, once again. “Miss Elena Gilbert, are you blushing?” he asked with his usual smirk. God, I loved that smirk. Of course he was noticing me blushing. His eyes never let me go. He looked at me all the time. “Maybe,” I said and felt him starting to play with my fingers. He was gentle – I had been surprised about our kisses and sex. He was gentle. When I was human, he seemed like he was afraid of breaking me. But still he seemed like he was afraid someone was going to take me away from him. That someone would be me. I was leaving tonight, no matter what. “Please, Elena, let me have this night with you, without any disturbance. Don't think about you catching that flight or anyone else. I just want your attention, for one single night,” he said and grabbed my hand firmly. He was afraid of me leaving. I sighed. “Okay, Damon... I trust you,” I said and smiled at him. He looked relieved. “Good.”
When we finished the food, Damon pushed the table away and offered me his hand. “May I have this dance, miss Gilbert?” he asked and smirked. How was I supposed to resist such a perfect gentleman? “You may, Mr. Salvatore,” I said and accepted his hand. He gently pulled me closer and started dancing with me to the slow music. His eyes sparkled when he looked at me, and he seemed to be unable to remove the smirk. I liked that. I liked the feeling of his hand on my waist and the other on in my hand, as we slowly moved around on the dance floor, getting closer and closer to each other. “Sometimes, you're a mystery, Damon... You're so tough and bad-ass normally. And then you do something like this. Being all romantic and stuff,” I said and looked at him. His smirk grew bigger. “Well, do you like me being mysterious? Isn't that a part of my charm?” he asked, his eyes flickering towards my lips. I laughed. “I guess it is.” His eyes went back to looking into mine, and I couldn't help but smile, like a love struck idiot. Who was I kidding, I loved this guy. But I couldn't be with him. I never would be able to. My smile faded away. “What are you thinking about? You promised not to think about the flight or someone else,” he said and looked into my eyes, searching for an answer. “I'm not. Sorry, Damon. You're right,” I said and put my arms around his neck. That put a smile on his face. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I could feel his chest against mine and his warm breath against my face. I let my fingers play gently with his hair, while we were dancing. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I leaned forwards and rested my head on his shoulder. I heard the sound of him sniffing my hair. I smiled and closed my eyes. I loved having Damon's smell all around me. I felt safe in his strong arms. He had been strong, when he was turned. He still was.
“We haven't had dessert yet,” Damon whispered and placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Then let's have it,” I said and pulled my self away from him. He looked tormented and in love at the same time. “We're not going to have it here,” he said, “you'll be needing to put this on again.” He took the blindfold from the table. I sighed. “Great. More blindness,” I said as he blindfolded me. At some point, it was kind of arousing. He put his arm around me and guided me outside to his car. It was getting colder outside. I sat down in the car and felt him putting a blanket on my lap. “I don't want you to be cold,” he said and got in the car. I spread the blanket on my legs and felt the warmth from it. It smelled like Damon. He started the car and started driving. “So, how far away are we going this time?” I asked, as we drove out of town. “I won't tell you, Elena. Just relax and enjoy the ride. I promise, I'll take good care of you,” he said and placed his hand on my lap. I felt a shiver throughout my whole body, starting from the place he touched me. I hoped he didn't notice that. I put my own hand on his and smiled as he grabbed it. It felt good, holding his hand. But he had to let go, 'cause he was driving, and needed to shift gear.
We slowed down and I felt the car driving on a bumpy road. I smelt trees and wildlife. “Are we in a forest?” I asked and frowned. What were we doing in a forest? “Elena, relax, for Christ' sake! You know I'm not going to tell you anything about our location,” he said and slowed down even more. We had to be close to our destination. I had guessed correct. The car stopped and he turned it off. Then he rushed to my side and guided me through the forest. “How far are we going to walk, Damon? It isn't easy walking here in these heals,” I said and got a better grip of his arm. He sighed and suddenly I was in his arms. He carried me, like a husband carries his wife. I slipped my arms around his neck and felt him using his vampire speed. I felt the blood rushing through his veins speeding up. Was he nervous? And what was he nervous about? What could he possibly be nervous about?
He put me down and asked me to stay where I was. I was standing on a wooden floor, but we were still outside. “Damon?” I asked, when I couldn't hear him anywhere. He wouldn't just leave me, right? There was no answer. “Damon?” I asked again and moved my hand to the blindfold. I felt a bit scared. “I said, no touching the blindfold!” I gasped as I heard his voice right behind me. His arms were around my body, keeping arms down. My libido was going crazy. “I thought you had left me,” I said, suddenly feeling breathless. He had scared me. “Why on earth would I leave a beautiful girl like you, in the middle of the forest?” he whispered and kissed my neck, gently and carefully. I gasped and turned around. I really wanted to see. “Are you ready to get your sight back?” he asked. His arms were still holding me, protective, close to his body. I felt his warm and sweet breath against my face. “Yes!” I said, maybe a bit too eager. He laughed and undid the blindfold. I opened my eyes and looked straight into Damon's blue eyes. I held my breath and couldn't keep my eyes off him. He leaned in closer, his eyes flickering to my lips. I wanted to kiss him, so bad. But I couldn't. Therefore I pulled away from him and looked around. We were in an outdoor pavilion with electric lights everywhere. We weren't far from the lake side, and the trees surrounded us in a romantic way. In the middle of the pavilion, a red blanket and pillows. Next to them, a bowl with ice cream, a bowl with strawberries and melted chocolate. And of course two tall glasses and a bottle of champagne. He sighed and removed his hands from my waist. He wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted to kiss him.
“Sit down, my lady,” he said and took my hand. I smiled and sat down on one of the pillows, as he asked me to. He sat down next to me and poured us champagne. He gave me one glass and took the other one him self. We toasted and both drank. He a bit more than I. He also seemed a bit more nervous, than I was. I only sipped it, like a lady is supposed to do. “Do you want a strawberry?” he asked with his charming smirk. I wasn't going to be able to resist him much longer. My heart and body was going crazy. My brain was the only thing keeping me from jumping him. “Sure,” I said and watched him as he dipped a strawberry in chocolate and fed it to me. Noway I was looking sexy while doing this. I only took half of the strawberry. The whole thing wasn't going to fit in my tiny mouth. He licked the chocolate off the strawberry and ate it him self. He looked sexy, that's for sure.
We ate the strawberries in silence. It was really intimate. I felt him moving closer and closer as we worked our way through the strawberries. “I had hoped we could take a dip in the water,” he whispered, when I was almost sitting at his lap. I frowned. “I didn't bring a bikini,” I said and leaned against his body. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. “No, but I did,” he said and started taking my hair clips out. “Damon, what are you doing?” I asked, but didn't want to stop him. I loved him messing with my hair. “I'm freeing your hair from all these things,” he said and slowly took out everything, so my hair was free. Then he started stroking it and letting his fingers get tangled in. “Will you consider my proposition about a trip to the water, miss Gilbert?” he asked and suddenly sounded a lot like someone from 1864. I sighed. “If I can put on my bikini without you looking, I guess,” I said and looked at him. He smirked. “I have seen you naked before, Elena. And I wouldn't mind seeing that again,” he said and let his fingers run down my body. I shivered. “And something tells me you would like to see me naked again,” he whispered, his head suddenly very close to mine. I stood up and walked to one side of the room. I wanted Damon to be naked with me, right there on the floor, but we couldn't do that. I heard him sigh and fetch something.
“Here, put it on. I won't look, I promise.” I had hurt him, and he was giving up. I shut my eyes as hard as I could, and made my decision. I turned around, cupped his head and kissed him. At first, he seemed surprised. But then he slipped his arms around my waist, and hugged me tightly to his body. His hands were everywhere. In my hair, on my waist, on my back, on my ass. I felt him unzipping my dress and let him take it off. I wasn't going to resist him any more. I started unbuttoning his shirt, when he ripped it open and led me towards the pillows on the floor. He gently put me down on the pillows and laid on top of me. I grabbed the back of his head and forced his lips to meet mine. His hands caressed my body while I tangled my fingers into his already messy hair. I started taking his blazer off and undoing the tie. It wasn't easy, but I got it off him. I also got the shirt off him. The muscles in his arms looked sexy as hell. He used his vampire speed to turn us around and started taking my bra off, not breaking the kiss. I reached down and opened his pants. As he took my bra off, I pulled down his pants. His erection was standing proud as I kissed his neck, letting my fangs touch his skin softly. His hands stroked my back, as he moaned, while I was kissing my way down his stomach. I retracted my fangs as I got near his private parts. I didn't want to hurt him. I felt his hands in my hair as I pulled off his briefs. He turned us around once again and took off my panties. Both of us were naked, and both of us wanted each other. He put his body on top of mine and kissed my neck. I let out a slight moan and let my nails touch his bare skin.
“I love you, Elena.”
And then he pushed himself inside me. I groaned as his fangs went through the skin on my neck and started drinking my blood. We became one.