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urbancateTitle: The King of...Something
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Rating: PG
Length: ~900 words
Summary: Damon will be Damon.
Warnings: Spoilers through Season 2 Episode 4
Author's Note: Damon made me do it. Because one of my favorite Damon enablers is having a birthday this week. Happy Birthday!
He's sipping scotch at the bar, eavesdropping as always, and...well, well, well, isn't that interesting? Maybe he smirks a little - okay, he totally smirks - because this is just too...satisfying. On so many levels.
Believe only half of what you hear, though, right?
Right.
But what's believable, here.
That the self-righteous Stefan finally doesn't get his way for once? That Elena has let herself be influenced by Caroline? That the perpetually-optimistic couple of puppies and rainbows and glittery hearts is packing it in?
So. Believe none of what you hear. That's what the actual lyrical advice was. Not that he's ever given a rat's ass about advice, except to ignore it.
And golly gee whiz, he wouldn't want to start changing his ways now, would he.
- -
Just because he stares at the fireplace and drinks some more does not mean he's brooding. Brooding belongs to his brother. He's just...contemplating . Yeah, that's what he's doing. Thinking of all the delicious possibilities for, well, fun.
A strong suspicion that this turn of events is another example of Elena The Manipulative coming out to play - well, that's no reason not to run with the facts as they're presented to him, is it.
- -
He dreams of her. Katherine. Elena. Katherine-Elena. Twisted, fevered, wishful memories-dreams.
- -
She gasps when he appears in her bedroom the next morning. So enjoyably predictable.
"Go away, Damon," she sighs. Sadly. She looks sad.
"They say that breaking up is hard to do. I could make it easier. I'm very good at consoling." He flashes his most wicked grin.
"Don't be an ass."
"You wound me, fair Elena. I'm only trying to help."
"You can help me by leaving me alone. And remembering that we are not friends. Okay?"
"If you change your mind..."
"Not going to happen." Her voice follows him outside. There is a hint of untruth to it, he decides.
- -
He will wear her down slowly. Slowly and surely and inevitably.
Patience is a virtue.
Screw patience. Screw virtue.
Well-executed master plans usually take time. Which is a total bitch. But he will deal. No witches or spells or big ugly crystals this time, though, so - piece of proverbial cake and bloody frosting.
- -
"Seriously, Damon. Stop coming here."
"Ah, but I've been invited in. Can't undo it. Sorry." He shrugs. "Not really."
"I bet Bonnie could whip up a spell - uninvite you, easy as that," she snaps her fingers.
"Doesn't work that way."
"I'll just have her do that thing she does, the head thing - the one that takes you out."
"Tsk tsk, Elena. I'm just here to support my friend in her time of...heartbreak."
"I don't need your support."
"But I want to give you my support. Isn't that what friends do?"
"We're not friends."
"We will be."
"Whatever, Damon."
Progress? Definitely progress
- -
He hardly sees Stefan these days, and he knows he should be paying attention to that. But...Elena. All he can think about is Elena. The smell of her, the throb of blood just beneath her skin, her voice, her laugh...
She's haunting him. He really should do something about that. Except he doesn't want to. He likes it. He's twisted and wrong and he likes it that way. Only someone twisted and wrong would be hunting down his brother's (possibly ex) girlfriend like this. But he isn't the first Salvatore to cross that line, is he.
It's his turn.
It's only fair.
- -
"That's it. I'm moving. I'm telling Jenna everything, and we're moving, and you are never getting invited in."
"Ouch. That really hurts. Here I thought we were becoming closer, becoming friends again, and you're just going to discard me like that. Not nice, Elena."
"You should be used to it by now."
"Never. You're the nice one in this relationship, remember?"
"This is not a relationship."
"We talk, we listen, we exchange smoldering glances in your bedroom - what is it then?"
"You really are the king of self-deluded wishful thinking, you know that."
"King. I'll take it. It's a start."
- -
She's winding her way around him; he couldn't let go if he tried. Tracing the line of her carotid artery with his thumb, he honestly can't decide whether to bite or write some really bad poetry. Either urge is ridiculously strong. Ridiculous. But it's Elena. Finally. Here. His. Everything. So much better than anything. So much better than Katherine. More. He wants to eat her up - all her goodness, softness, her core of steel - make an eternal feast of her. And she'll let him, too - so trusting, so willing...
- -
Katherine!
- -
"Oh, Damon. You're almost as easy as Stefan."
"I'm going to kill you, you bitch!"
"Good luck with that." She smirks and then she's gone.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Rating: PG
Length: ~900 words
Summary: Damon will be Damon.
Warnings: Spoilers through Season 2 Episode 4
Author's Note: Damon made me do it. Because one of my favorite Damon enablers is having a birthday this week. Happy Birthday!
He's sipping scotch at the bar, eavesdropping as always, and...well, well, well, isn't that interesting? Maybe he smirks a little - okay, he totally smirks - because this is just too...satisfying. On so many levels.
Believe only half of what you hear, though, right?
Right.
But what's believable, here.
That the self-righteous Stefan finally doesn't get his way for once? That Elena has let herself be influenced by Caroline? That the perpetually-optimistic couple of puppies and rainbows and glittery hearts is packing it in?
So. Believe none of what you hear. That's what the actual lyrical advice was. Not that he's ever given a rat's ass about advice, except to ignore it.
And golly gee whiz, he wouldn't want to start changing his ways now, would he.
- -
Just because he stares at the fireplace and drinks some more does not mean he's brooding. Brooding belongs to his brother. He's just...contemplating . Yeah, that's what he's doing. Thinking of all the delicious possibilities for, well, fun.
A strong suspicion that this turn of events is another example of Elena The Manipulative coming out to play - well, that's no reason not to run with the facts as they're presented to him, is it.
- -
He dreams of her. Katherine. Elena. Katherine-Elena. Twisted, fevered, wishful memories-dreams.
- -
She gasps when he appears in her bedroom the next morning. So enjoyably predictable.
"Go away, Damon," she sighs. Sadly. She looks sad.
"They say that breaking up is hard to do. I could make it easier. I'm very good at consoling." He flashes his most wicked grin.
"Don't be an ass."
"You wound me, fair Elena. I'm only trying to help."
"You can help me by leaving me alone. And remembering that we are not friends. Okay?"
"If you change your mind..."
"Not going to happen." Her voice follows him outside. There is a hint of untruth to it, he decides.
- -
He will wear her down slowly. Slowly and surely and inevitably.
Patience is a virtue.
Screw patience. Screw virtue.
Well-executed master plans usually take time. Which is a total bitch. But he will deal. No witches or spells or big ugly crystals this time, though, so - piece of proverbial cake and bloody frosting.
- -
"Seriously, Damon. Stop coming here."
"Ah, but I've been invited in. Can't undo it. Sorry." He shrugs. "Not really."
"I bet Bonnie could whip up a spell - uninvite you, easy as that," she snaps her fingers.
"Doesn't work that way."
"I'll just have her do that thing she does, the head thing - the one that takes you out."
"Tsk tsk, Elena. I'm just here to support my friend in her time of...heartbreak."
"I don't need your support."
"But I want to give you my support. Isn't that what friends do?"
"We're not friends."
"We will be."
"Whatever, Damon."
Progress? Definitely progress
- -
He hardly sees Stefan these days, and he knows he should be paying attention to that. But...Elena. All he can think about is Elena. The smell of her, the throb of blood just beneath her skin, her voice, her laugh...
She's haunting him. He really should do something about that. Except he doesn't want to. He likes it. He's twisted and wrong and he likes it that way. Only someone twisted and wrong would be hunting down his brother's (possibly ex) girlfriend like this. But he isn't the first Salvatore to cross that line, is he.
It's his turn.
It's only fair.
- -
"That's it. I'm moving. I'm telling Jenna everything, and we're moving, and you are never getting invited in."
"Ouch. That really hurts. Here I thought we were becoming closer, becoming friends again, and you're just going to discard me like that. Not nice, Elena."
"You should be used to it by now."
"Never. You're the nice one in this relationship, remember?"
"This is not a relationship."
"We talk, we listen, we exchange smoldering glances in your bedroom - what is it then?"
"You really are the king of self-deluded wishful thinking, you know that."
"King. I'll take it. It's a start."
- -
She's winding her way around him; he couldn't let go if he tried. Tracing the line of her carotid artery with his thumb, he honestly can't decide whether to bite or write some really bad poetry. Either urge is ridiculously strong. Ridiculous. But it's Elena. Finally. Here. His. Everything. So much better than anything. So much better than Katherine. More. He wants to eat her up - all her goodness, softness, her core of steel - make an eternal feast of her. And she'll let him, too - so trusting, so willing...
- -
Katherine!
- -
"Oh, Damon. You're almost as easy as Stefan."
"I'm going to kill you, you bitch!"
"Good luck with that." She smirks and then she's gone.
