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In the Dark	By : jensencat Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elena padded through the large house to the living room, the bare soles of her feet meshing lightly against the carpet. Her eyes probed the room mischievously, intent on finding a way to lure Damon into the room. The corners of her mouth turned upwards when she spotted the perfect bait. It shone in the almost undetectable rays of morning sunlight that were seeping in through the windows and reflecting off the crystal glasses and bottles that lined the shelves. She walked over to the radiant stash of alcohol, her loose, messy hair brushing against her shoulder with every eager step. Sure enough, when she began to tip the bourbon into a glass, the eldest Salvatore meandered in.
“Coffee didn’t do the trick?” His blue eyes bore into her, vivacious and inquisitive.
“Actually, this is for you,” Elena said quickly, offering him the glass. She eased back against the table to take in his appearance. Despite his unruly hair falling damply on his face, his preferred choices—heavy boots, dark jeans and a tight black shirt made his piercing blue eyes stand out more than they already did but the only place to rest her eyes was on the gap where he had lazily disregarded the top button so part of his bare, perfectly sculpted chest was revealed.
“Elena, you shouldn’t have,” He said in a high pitch of insincerity. He raised an eyebrow as he accepted the glass, softening the passive insult with a mocking sneer before he took a sip.
The sunlight flickered through the amber liquid as he tilted it, dancing on the contours of the glass.
“We need to talk,” Elena said in a serious tone, dropping her hand to rest casually on her thigh as she leaned on the table.
“Yes, I’m aware,” Damon said. “What about?”
“It’s Bonnie,” Elena sighed. “Jeremy can’t find her. He’s been calling her for days, and nothing. He even went by her place a few times, but she wasn’t there.” She stepped over to sit on the couch, resting her forehead on her hand.
“That’s not stalker-ish at all,” Damon said sarcastically, turning to walk away from Elena.
“Damon,” Elena scolded. “Something’s wrong, okay?”
“Fine,” he relented, turning to face her again and spreading his arms and baring his palms. “I’ll look for your witch.”
“Thank you,” Elena said, resisting the urge to snap at Damon. His constant clashing with Bonnie irked her. A certain amount of banter and bickering could only be expected between a witch and a vampire, but Bonnie was missing. She could be hurt. Any number of things could have happened to her, and Damon was still joking around.
“Have you seen Stefan?” she asked, changing the direction of the conversation.
Damon downed what was left of his drink and set the glass down on a table. “He went out a while ago. I think he said something about an appointment with some squirrels,” he quipped. “Why?”
“No reason,” Elena said, looking up to meet Damon’s eyes. Elena trailed nimble fingers over the wood absently. “But could you please stop by Bonnie’s? I’m getting really worried.”
“I thought you said Jeremy had already been there and found nothing,” Damon said, lifting his index finger from his glass to angle it in Elena’s direction. He eyed the fidgety movements of her fingers suspiciously. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was definitely up. She wasn’t acting like herself.
“Maybe he missed something! I don’t know! Just, please look for her.” Elena sprang to her feet and ran her fingers through her tangled hair.
“Okay, I will,” Damon agreed, sensing Elena’s rising distress.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, looking at him in her kind, warm way.
Damon lowered his gaze, flinching away from her eyes. That look never failed to guilt him into pleasing her however possible. It made him putty in her hands, and he hated it. But at the same time, there was a part of him that craved it, like some twisted addiction.
“I’m just gonna grab a snack for the road,” he told her before heading down to the basement.
Elena walked over to the base of the stairs, letting her gaze wander throughout the vast expanse of the house as she waited for him to come back. The high ceilings, the dusty drawers and shelves untouched for decades no longer intimidated her. This place was her home, her go-to place in times of crisis. She let her eyes fall shut to enjoy just being there until Damon reappeared and opened the front door, his leather jacket hanging from his hand over his shoulder. “O-Negative,” he said, grinning at Elena and making her cringe a bit. “Yum.”
“Thanks again, Damon,” she said.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, walking out the door.
Once the heavy door had closed, Elena ran up the stairs to tell Dean that the coast was finally clear for him to leave, but she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of him already sitting on the top stair. “I thought I told you to stay put,” she scolded.
“I can’t stay still for long,” he said simply, smiling up at her innocently.
“You left out the bit about wanting to eavesdrop on my conversation,” Elena placed a hand on her hip, looking at him with disapproval.
Dean turned out his palms. “It was an interesting conversation.”
Elena chuckled. “Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk?”
“Sure thing,” Dean agreed, standing up. Elena flashed a smile and turned to walk back down the stairs with Dean following close behind her. When they reached the bottom, Dean placed a hand on her shoulder before she reached the door to stop her. “Let me,” he insisted, pulling on the heavy door and holding it open for her. As she sweetly thanked him, obviously charmed by his gesture, he took the opportunity to scan the room. Anyone who talked about snacking on blood earned a place on his hit list, but he wasn’t about to hack off anyone’s head with an axe until he was sure.
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