A/N: Hello! Yep, it's been a while. If there are any readers left, let me love you! Oreo's all round! Anyway, let's pick up where we left off, shall we? Elena's been turned. How will she deal with that? Read to find out more!
A Whole New World
Elena had never felt her emotions scream so loud inside of her before. One part of her was still focused on Richard Lockwood's oozing blood. She wanted more… so much more. But the other part of her was well aware of the danger in front of her; the danger that was presented to her by her own father. He was holding a stake as he slowly backed her into a corner, his face sad but determined. He was going to kill her.
"Father," she whispered. "Please don't."
Grayson Gilbert shook his head. "Don't call me that. I'm not your father, not anymore. I can't be a father to what I was taught to hate. My daughter died when he killed you."
Elena looked around for ways to escape him, while trying to ignore the magnetic pull of blood. Richard Lockwood was still seated in his chair, watching the scene in front of him unfold in shock. He had no idea what his blood was doing to Elena; she felt like she couldn't control her fangs. They remained unsheathed, ready for the kill. She could also sense the jagged veins underneath her eyes. No wonder her father couldn't see his daughter in here anymore. She needed her face to turn back to normal.
"Would you mind covering yourself up!" she suddenly found herself hissing at Master Lockwood.
"Mr. Lockwood, would you please show yourself out? I've got some business to attend to here," her father spoke up, clearly wanting the man gone as well.
Richard Lockwood stumbled to his feet and hastily made his exit, never once looking back.
Elena kept her eyes locked on her father and the stake, her hands up in the air to fend off any attack he might have planned.
"I had such high hopes for you, Elena. You were my prized daughter. People always complimented me on how well mannered you were. When Mason Lockwood asked me for your hand in marriage, I couldn't have been happier. You were going to be a respectable lady in society. I had done my job well. Now look at you!"
The veins and fangs were still part of her visage, so Elena tried to calm herself down just enough to be able to show her father her human face. Grayson flinched in front of her when she finally succeeded.
"You can show me that face all you want. I know a demon resides in there. You are nothing but a filthy beast!" he screamed, while holding up the stake again.
Elena closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable blow that would kill her.
It never came.
She remained absolutely still for a few minutes, before slowly opening her eyes again. She blinked at the sight in front of her; Damon had somehow managed to get in and had pulled the stake from her father's hand. He was now seated in the very same chair which Richard Lockwood had recently vacated, with Damon looming over him.
"Staking your only daughter, Gilbert?" he said disapprovingly, cocking an eyebrow at the older man in front of him.
"That thing is not my daughter. She just wears my daughter's face!"
Elena carefully inched forward, coming to stand next to Damon.
"Father…,"she tried.
"Do not call me that! My daughter would never behave so immorally." Grayson turned his gaze towards Damon again. "You took her from me. You compelled her and lured her in, using sex and God knows what else. My daughter was a pure woman before she met you. She would have married Mason Lockwood and have led a perfect life. People would have been so jealous of her! She would have had children and died as an old lady, surrounded by the people who loved her. You took that from her!"
"If you want to talk technicalities, Gilbert, let's talk about who really took her free will away."
Elena had been quiet the entire time, but decided she had heard enough. "Please, stop," she whispered in a meek voice. "Both of you. I'll leave, father. I'll let you bury your precious daughter if you think she's dead. I just… Goodbye."
She whirled around and quickly headed out the door…..
She really had no idea how long she'd been wandering around in the woods when Damon caught up with her. Considering the fact that he could have used his vampire speed to track her down but didn't, he had probably let her mope around for a while. He was right to do that; her mood was beyond cranky right now. Her emotions were heightened, as Damon had once explained. She could feel everything ten times worse now, which made her want to tear into everyone that crossed her path.
"He's right, isn't he?" she suddenly spoke up. "My father really thinks that his daughter is dead. Elena is gone, she doesn't exist anymore."
Damon stopped her from continuing down her path and pushed her back against a tree. "To be honest, I don't think I've ever seen you more alive."
Elena scowled at him.
"Don't mock me. Alive? I've been an absolute mess ever since what happened in that cellar. I feel so wired that I actually want to do some of the things that you did!"
Damon cocked an eyebrow at her. "Do what I did?" he questioned. "You mean, kill?"
Elena nodded, biting her lip.
"When Master Lockwood was bleeding… I wanted to… I mean…"
Damon's eyes darkened. "You wanted to tear into his flesh and suck out all the blood. You wanted to feel the thick, rich sustenance slide down your throat while he whimpered in pain beneath you."
"Yes," Elena breathed. "I felt no restraint. If my father hadn't stopped me…"
Damon slid his thumb across her lower lip, causing it to part involuntarily. She could feel the simple touch all the way down to her toes. Dear Lord, Damon had been right about that too! Not just her emotions were heightened, her senses noticed everything ten times better as well. It made her wonder what he had told her about sex and orgasms.
The thought made her look down in embarrassment, while Damon grinned wolfishly at her.
"You're young, Elena. Besides that, you are very new to vampirism. I can teach you all about control; when to restrain yourself and when to let go. But believe me that when you let go, you'll go all out. It'll be so much fun."
Elena looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes.
"I'm hungry," she whispered.
Damon nodded.
"I know just the place for you to feed and learn about self control. Think of it as your first lesson."
"I don't think I can kill anyone, Damon."
"Who said anything about killing anyone? If you can possess enough self control, you can compel your victims to be agreeable to anything and snack all you want," Damon winked.
Elena shuddered a bit. "Would you mind not calling them my victims?"
Damon put his arm around her shoulders and guided her into the direction of their destination.
"What should I call them then? Food suppliers?"
He laughed at his own joke, while Elena poked him in the side.
"Don't get too wrapped up in the fact that they are human, Elena. You won't survive if you do. You can leave them alive, but never get too emotional about it. You need blood and there is no other way to get it…."
Elena looked around the place to which Damon had taken her and crossed her arms in anger.
"A brothel? You took me too a brothel!"
Damon simply shrugged. "What? I figured you wouldn't want to feed from uptown society people. These people have lost their purpose and the high society looks down on them. Nobody will miss them if you lose control, but better yet. Nobody will listen to them if they accidentally talk."
Elena growled at the way Damon considered this all to be so easy. She really felt the urge to turn around, run back towards her father's house and let him stake her. She couldn't do this. She wasn't particularly good at it.
"Relax, Elena. You'll be fine," Damon suddenly spoke up as if he could read her mind. "Now, this first time I'll go easy on you. I'll do all the work. You can come in and feed after I've made our snack agreeable."
Elena looked on as Damon made his way over towards the bar and sat himself down. He looked so comfortable, while she felt extremely out of place. She felt a few men eyeing her up and down, probably noticing how her posh dress didn't really fit in. However, as she noticed even more men giving her a curious eye, it suddenly occurred to her that they weren't looking at her because she didn't fit in, they were looking at her because they were…interested.
She quickly backed herself into a dark and smoky corner where people couldn't really see her and sat down at a table, watching Damon work. Her eyes widened when she realised how fast he had already reeled someone in. A blonde woman had sat down next to him and was giving him an eyeful of her cleavage.
Elena pursed her lips together as she looked the woman up and down. She seemed to be in her early twenties and she obviously worked here, if her dress was any indication. Her breasts practically spilled from the top, and she was doing her very best do have Damon pay for her…services.
What angered her was how Damon was lapping her attention up like no tomorrow. His hand was on the woman's upper thigh, and he was leaning over to whisper something in her ear, causing the woman to release a husky giggle.
So now that he had her right where he wanted her, he was targeting his next romp? Her father had been right; Damon had used sex and nice words to pull her into his web of seduction.
She was fuming as she saw Damon giving that woman his look; the look he always gave her when they were about to get…sexy with each other. How dare he!
Her mouth positively dropped open when Damon and the woman got up to leave, quietly slipping towards the back of this building. The audacity of that man! Seducing another woman right underneath her nose!
Elena quickly got to her feet, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Who cared if she was hungry! She wasn't about to get humiliated like this!
"Excuse me, Miss," a man blocked her path, putting a hand on her shoulder. "How much for your services?"
Elena pushed him away from her. "Get your hands off of me!" she yelled, stalking towards Damon's with even more determination.
How dare he bring her here! How dare he leave her alone in a room full of filthy men! How dare he touch a woman that wasn't her! She was going to rip his heart out! Was it murder if she did that to a demon? Well, he sure wasn't human!
She didn't even bother to knock as she stormed into the room she had seen Damon disappearing into. She threw the door open, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her. The woman in the inappropriate dress was seated on the couch with a dreamy smile on her face. Damon was sitting right next to her, latched onto her neck. He was drinking.
"Ah Elena, right on time. She's all yours. Close the door behind you, will you. We don't want any spectators," Damon said as soon as he looked up from his pre-occupation with the woman's neck.
Elena did as she was told, closing the door quickly before anyone could see. When she turned back around towards the bleeding woman on the couch, she couldn't see or hear anything besides the pumping of her blood anymore. She watched it oozing out of the woman's neck, transfixed. She licked her lips as she came closer, her anger with Damon momentarily forgotten.
The smell of blood was magnificent. It seemed like she would be even sweeter than Richard Lockwood.
Elena sank down on the couch next to the woman, her eyes focused on one thing alone; her carotid artery, pumping all that blood away underneath her skin.
"Easy," Damon whispered to her.
It was as if she had no control of her own body anymore. She only wanted one thing, and she would stop at nothing to get it. Her fangs unsheathed and the veins appeared beneath her eyes.
"Go ahead, baby. Drink."
It was all the encouragement she needed, and she sank her fangs into the exposed neck in front of her. The moment the blood hit her taste buds, something inside of her exploded. A moan escaped her as she drank deeply, savouring the glorious taste of it sliding down her throat.
Something shifted on the other side of the woman, and to her surprise Elena noticed Damon had sunk his fangs back at the spot he had been drinking from earlier.
Synchronised drinking. She liked it.
A thrilling sensation filled her as Damon cupped the back of her head with one hand, while they continued to drink together. This feeling was better than anything she had ever experienced. She felt powerful, joyous and aroused at the same time.
"Okay, Elena. Stop."
She heard his voice, but she didn't want to stop. It felt too good. She bit in even harder, burying her small hands into the woman's hair.
"Stop, Elena," Damon repeated.
She wouldn't listen. She needed more… so much more…
"Elena, stop!"
Two strong hands ripped her from the feeding source beneath her, interrupting her delicious feed. She whirled around and hissed at whoever dared to come between her and her meal.
"Don't you bare your fangs at me, little girl! Never forget who I am and what I could do to you. It's time to walk away here."
Elena blinked as reality slowly came back to her. Damon was standing in front of her, gripping her upper arms hard to stop her from taking too much blood from the woman on the couch.
"Damon?" she whispered in a confused voice.
"I guess self control is a lesson worth repeating for you," the vampire in front of her chuckled.
Elena turned around to look at the unconscious woman.
"Is she..?"
"No, I stopped you just in time. We'll have to repeat the process until you are able to stop yourself."
Elena bit her lip, groaning as she tasted the blood on it.
"Don't we have to compel her or something? I mean, what if she wakes up and…,"she stammered.
Damon shook his head. "I had already compelled her before you walked in. She's going to wake up, thinking that one of her clients got a little kinky with her."
Elena turned away, looking down in both shame and anger.
"Get me out of here," she snapped….
"Would you mind telling me what's gotten you in such a foul mood?" Damon asked when they arrived back at his house.
Elena ignored his question and stomped up the stairs, heading towards the bedroom. This was not the way she wanted to be; wandering around brothels, feeding on the men and women there. There had to be another way.
She spotted Damon leaning against the doorpost, eyeing her with amusement.
"I guess being a baby vampire must be dramatic. I should have known better. Teenagers are already very emotional when they're human. Being a baby vampire only enhances those dramas and emotions."
Elena never even felt her outburst coming; she already had him pinned up against the wall, her fangs bared to him, before she even knew what was happening.
"If you didn't want a baby vampire on your hands, you should have left me alone to begin with! You were the one that crept into my life, you were the one that defiled me and you were the one who had me drinking your blood. This is all your fault!" she hissed.
Damon laughed. "Defiled? I see you still have your sophisticated ways holding you back from what you really want to say."
He pushed her off of him with ease, making her realise that, even though she was now stronger as a vampire, he was still her superior.
"You wanted me turned, remember? You told me so yourself. You wanted me to be your dark queen. But I don't think I can do this. I can't feed from humans, Damon! What came over me in that brothel… that isn't me."
Damon took off his shirt, getting himself ready for bed. It distracted Elena for a moment, until he began to speak again.
"That was you, Elena. It was all you. Be honest with me, here. Did you feel awful when you were feeding from that woman? Did it disgust you? Or did it do something else?"
"No, but you know what did disgust me? The fact that you were putting your hands on that woman right in front of me! I felt humiliated, Damon. Did you get what you wanted? Was I just another notch on your bedpost? You finally have me where you want me; without family, without a home and I can only rely on you to survive."
Damon sat down on the bed and began taking off his shoes.
"Ah, I see we're getting to the bottom of things. This isn't about the feeding, this is about you being jealous," he told her without looking up.
Elena lunged for him, but he was quicker, turning around in time and pinning her to the bed underneath him.
"Let go of me!" she yelled.
"You hate it, don't you?" Damon ignored her request. "You hate feeling out of control. You hate wanting something so bad that it consumes every part of you, because this isn't how you were raised. You still fight it; you think you're terrible if you admit that you wanted to tear into that woman's throat. You refuse to even think about what it did to you while we were both feeding from that woman. I felt it, Elena. I felt that shift inside of you. Deep down inside you wanted me to throw you against the nearest wall and fuck you senseless right there."
Elena struggled against him.
"You're disgusting," she spat.
"Am I? Am I disgusting for wanting what I want? I like spiralling out of control every now and then. Why? Because it adds to the excitement of this life. When you were living your life, ready to marry Mason Lockwood, you couldn't wait to escape your gilded cage. Now that you have, you can't wait to run back to it."
Elena wanted to knee him in the groin, but she only succeeded in brushing it softly against him, causing Damon to groan.
"Keep wriggling just like that Elena," he said sarcastically, knowing that she hadn't deliberately made that move.
"I hate you!" she hissed.
Something shifted, snapped or whatever. Elena couldn't explain it. She only knew that she felt out of control and needed to do something to vent. Her decision was a funny one, though, as her lips suddenly crashed into Damon's, kissing the hell out of him. Damon froze for a split second, before giving in.
He pressed his hips into hers and kissed her back with equal favour, his hands ripping at her dress.
"That was the only dress I had," Elena mumbled crankily.
"I'll buy you a new one."
No more words were spoken, as Elena turned them over, so she was sitting on top of him. Her nails scratched down his chest, leaving angry red marks, before ripping into his pants. She forgot about her newfound strength as it shattered beneath her hands. She attacked his chest, bit his nipples and rode his leg for all she was worth.
Damon suddenly picked her up and slammed her into the nearest wall.
"What are you doing?" Elena breathed harshly between their kisses.
"This is going to be hard and this is going to be fast. I do like my bed in one piece when this is all over."
Elena nodded, before attacking his lips again, while her hand wandered down between his legs. She gave him a firm squeeze, forgetting her strength again.
"Careful, baby. You don't want to twist the whole thing off," Damon warned her.
Elena tried to tone herself down, stroking his cock with a little more finesse. She watched as Damon's eyes rolled back in his head because of her attentions.
"I have to be inside of you," he rasped harshly.
His fingers peeled her undergarments from her body, feeling if she was ready. But if Elena was really honest, she had been more than ready since the synchronised drinking at the brothel. Damon had been right about that.
"Hold on tight."
His warning was almost enough alone to catapult her into an orgasm, but she held off. However, when he entered her and all of her musings about heightened senses during vampire sex came true, she came harder than she ever did. Her walls fluttered around his girth, making Damon clench his teeth to hold off his own orgasm. When her inner muscles finally released their death grip on him, he began to move.
Vampire sex rattled her to her very core. It was more intense, more powerful and it made her head spin. Damon pummelled into her again and again, bringing her to sensory overload. Every nerve in her body was aware of the way his thick length slid into her.
"Damon," she panted.
"I know, baby."
At that moment, he used his vampire speed and she screamed. Her nails dug into his back, scraping his skin as she came furiously.
She must have blacked out, because when she opened her eyes again, Damon had her in his bed and he was watching her intently.
"I know I was hard on you," he suddenly said. "But I know what awaits us in the near future. I need you to be ready. I need you to be a powerful vampire, because we will have to go up against your father at one point. If you let your emotions get the best of you for even one single moment, it would be the end of you."
Elena raised a hand to touch his face. "Are you ever going to tell me about that? Are you ever going to let me know what my father has on you; why he's such a threat to all vampires?"
Damon shook his head. "Not right now. Right now, you need to focus on your self control and on becoming strong. All will be revealed soon enough."
Elena snuggled into her pillow and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the near future. Being a vampire was hard enough at this point…
A big thank you goes out to Mollie and Kate, for pre-reading this for me, and to Jaana, for doing the beta work. Love you, girlies!
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