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Shards of Shattered Glass	By : LilGray26 Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 4643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: My Beta says you need a hanky for this chapter, so grab a box of tissues before you read.
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Chapter 008
I Still Can’t Be Selfish with Her
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Damon’s PoV
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It’s been almost exactly 144 years since Elena killed Jeremy while Kol was possessing her body, triggering the Hunter’s Curse. That’s 144 years of the woman I love being tortured every waking moment by hallucinations of the people closest to her telling her their deaths are all her fault.
Did we make some bad decisions in the long run? Maybe, but it can’t all be placed at Elena’s feet. I meant it when I said everything that happened that week was a direct result of Katherine turning herself into a Vampire and then running from Klaus. He never would have come to town if Katherine hadn’t forced him to wait to be freed from the curse his mother placed on him.
She’s shown up a few times, but I just barely missed killing her twice, so she got the idea that I am unwilling to have anything to do with her and that if she tries to approach me or Elena again I will not hesitate to kill her and be done with her once and for all. I hear she hooked back up with Elijah who along with Klaus have followed us to every town and city we’ve lived in for the last century and a half.
They aren’t obnoxious about it, but it’s still annoying that they’re keeping an eye on us. I figure they were waiting to see how long it took the Hunter’s Curse to be broken. I found a couple of potential Hunters through the years but I usually found them right after they wound up dead without activating the Hunter’s Mark.
I thought for a while that Klaus might be responsible for their deaths but I never found any proof to suggest he actually was behind their deaths, so I just kept searching.
Two weeks ago I hit pay-dirt and found a potential Hunter before he died and compelled him to kill a baby Vampire I made for just that purpose. So now the Hunter’s Curse is lifted.
Smiling I think back to arriving back at the house afterward to find my girl smiling for the first time in almost a century and a half. “They’re gone Damon. The only person I see right now is you.”
Smiling wide and nodding I told her, “I know, I found a potential Hunter and arranged for him to kill a Vampire. I even held the Vampire still to make sure there would be no chance of the Vampire killing the newbie.”
Smiling she said, “I’m free. Thank you.”
I just nodded and opened my arms for her, which she happily ran into. After one of the best hugs of my life I leaned down and kissed her and it was glorious. For the first time in 144 years her kiss wasn’t hesitant and scared, it was loving and inviting and just a touch rough.
Picking her up I carried her to our bedroom where I slowly stripped her of her clothes and then proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of her starting at her feet and slowly moving my way up until I reached the juncture of her thighs. I ripped off her panties and then kissed her nether lips before parting them with my fingers and licking a long slow stroke the entire length of her slit. Then I zeroed in on her clit and began licking and sucking on it.
I slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them before scissoring them a few times. Because she was so tight when she became a Vampire she’s still just as tight 144 years later, so I still had to prepare her. I slowly added a third finger before softly biting on her clit which sent her over the edge screaming my name, “Oh Damon!”
The sound of my name as she screamed it in ecstasy is now forever ingrained in my mind. Kissing, licking and nibbling the rest of the way up her body before looking into her, no longer haunted, eyes I leaned down kissing her as I took my length in my hand and guided it to her hole.
I pushed in slowly enjoying every inch of her warmth and wetness until I finally bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around my waist and told me, “Not slow this time, Damon, make it fast and hard. We have forever left to go slow, right now I want it fast and furious.”
I smiled and kissed her before pulling almost all of the way out of her and then slamming back into her setting a pounding rhythm. She came twice more as she scored her fingernails down my back drawing blood each time before I finally fell over the precipice and came harder than I have in a really, really long time, like 144 years long.
Almost collapsing on top of her I just barely managed to roll to her side so I was beside her and not on top of her. Then I pulled her into my arms, kissed the top of her head, and let sleep take me as I dreamed about what the future held in store for us.
Turns out the future held more pain and heart ache as I was woken from my sleep by Elena getting up and pulling on my shirt. It was common in the last 144 years for her to leave the bed in the middle of the night as she was haunted even in her dreams by those she had loved and lost, so I just watched through slitted eyes as she padded through the room in the dark and headed out and down the stairs.
Rolling over and looking at the clock I saw it was a few minutes before sunrise. I rolled back over, but then I heard Elena open the French door leading out to the garden. That was a new behavior, and for some reason I got a really bad feeling, so without stopping to throw on some clothes I ran down the stairs and out into the garden to find her standing there looking at the horizon as if she were waiting for something. She turned to look at me and said, “I love you Damon.” And then the sun began to rise and I realized what was happening. I don’t think I’ve ever moved as fast as I did that morning as I grabbed her and ran with her back into the house and down to the basement where I lay her down on the cot and then closed and locked the door of the cell.
I then went back upstairs trying to close out the sound of her tears and find her ring. I found it a few bushes away from where she had been standing, so I brought it back inside and went to put some clothes on. Then with a heavy heart and a really bad feeling I walked down the stairs and into the basement to find out what her reason was.
I looked at her for a minute laying there motionless and then asked, “Elena, why? You’re finally free, why would you try to kill yourself?”
She looked up and frowned, “I think I’m supposed to tell you it was because I’m so overcome with grief about Jeremy’s death, but really I just felt I had to do it.”
I sighed. It was as I feared. She’d been compelled to kill herself, probably by Kol. The ass is probably the only reason she didn’t try to off herself during the Curse. He wanted her to suffer and then only after she was free she would kill herself.
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That was two weeks ago and I sigh as I look at her sleeping in the cell again. Every time I let her out she waits until dawn and then tries to kill herself. Using the Sire Bond didn’t work either, so I’m so desperate I go see Klaus and see if he can compel her to disobey Kol’s compulsion. I’ve never heard of such a thing working before but as I said I’m desperate.
His eyes widen as he opens the door and finds me on the other side, but he motions me inside with a smirk on his face. Although they had been following us this is the first time in almost two decades that I’m actually in the same room with an Original.
His smirk grows before he asks, “To what do I owe this unexpected surprise, Damon?”
I decided on the way over here not to mince words or pussy foot around the heart of the matter so I just tell him, “I think Kol compelled Elena to kill herself once the Hunter’s Curse was lifted. Every morning for the last two weeks she’s tried to kill herself. I’m hoping you can compel her to ignore or disobey Kol’s compulsion.”
He smiles but shakes his head, “Even if that would work, which I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t, tell me why I should help save the girl responsible for the deaths of not one but two of my brothers. What’s in it for me?”
I don’t have much to offer him, but I tried like hell all day to come up with a reason, so I tell him the only thing I managed to come up with, “Kol wanted her dead and Kol killed Caroline, consider this your last chance to get one up on your brother.”
He frowns, “It’s only my last chance because Elena and Jeremy set a trap for Kol and then actively sought to end him, a feat they actually managed to pull off. Furthermore, if Elena hadn’t sought to end Kol, Caroline would still be alive. I’m sorry Mate, but I’m not inclined to help the woman who helped murder Finn and Kol in cold blood and indirectly caused the death of my Love.”
Just then Elijah comes into the room and nods, “I’m afraid I have to agree with my brother Damon, as fond as I was of Ms. Gilbert, she, how does the saying go? She made her bed and now she has to lay in it. This situation is of her own creation and we’ve been forced to spend 144 years without our two brother’s by our sides. So far as I’m concerned she’s lucky she got to spend 144 years with you. If Kol had survived she likely wouldn’t have lasted another month after she killed him.”
Klaus just nods with a strangely satisfied smirk on his face, so I leave with no hope of saving the woman I love unless I keep her locked up during the daylight hours for the rest of eternity.
Elena should be free though, and now I’m faced with the hardest decision of my 313 years on this earth: Keep the woman I love more than life itself locked up like a prisoner for the rest of eternity or set her free. The selfish part of me wants to keep her locked up, but as I look through the window of the cell she’s currently locked inside of I know I still, even after all these years, can’t be selfish with her, so I leave her there to go prepare.
I go to the store and buy all her favorite foods and then head back to the house and cook everything just the way she likes them. Then I set the table and light some candles just as the sun sets, so I go down to the cell and wake her up, “Elena, time to get up, Mio Tesoro.”
She rolls over and looks at me with such sadness in her eyes, and I know I’ve made the right choice. She deserves to be free once and for all, she’s suffered too much in her life.
I flip the lock and open the door before telling her, “I made you dinner.”
She smiles slightly and gets up before taking my outstretched hand. I lean down and kiss her tenderly before leading her out of the basement for a final time and up to the dining room.
She gasps as she sees all her favorite foods and if she realizes that this is my way of saying goodbye she doesn’t comment on it, thankfully.
I help her sit and then start filling her plate with Fettuccine Alfredo and roasted vegetables and string-beans with roasted almonds. For dessert I have homemade gelato in her favorite flavor, Blood Orange.
We say very little while we eat, and I’m so sick with what I’m about to do that I can barely keep the food down.
She ‘Oh’s’ and ‘Ah’s’ over the Blood Orange gelato, and when she finishes her last bite she smiles at me, and I burn the smile into my memory before she says, “Thank you that was awesome, Damon.”
I just nod and then take her hand and lead her up the stairs to our room. I slowly remove her clothes one article at a time taking the time to kiss each inch of newly exposed skin before laying her on the bed and quickly stripping my own clothes. I spend an hour just kissing and licking every inch of her I can touch before she begs, “Please, Damon, no more teasing,” so I bring my mouth to the juncture of her thighs and unceremoniously suck her clit into my mouth. I suck and flick it with my tongue as I use my fingers to prepare her one final time. I make her cum twice before I deem her ready and then I kiss my way up her body and lean down and kiss her senseless as I enter her slower than I ever have. For once she doesn’t complain about my going too slow, and she seems to just be enjoying our closeness as much as I am.
I slowly begin pumping in and out of her while my hands roam over every inch they can reach only stopping to toy with a nipple and pinch it lightly. I lean down and suck it into my mouth and flick my tongue over the tight peak several times before switching breasts, and as I slowly begin to increase my pace I pull away from her chest and just watch her face as I cause her to shatter into a million pieces.
I follow her over the edge and tell her, “God I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. You’re my life, Elena.”
She has tears in her eyes as she tells me, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else too, even more than I loved Stefan and Matt combined.”
Strangely her words heal an old wound, so after I lean down and kiss her, I roll to the side and pull her into my arms.
I couldn’t sleep right now if my life depended on it, so I just lay there with my eyes closed trying to memorize how she feels in my arms. A few minutes later she sighs and falls asleep.
I just hold her for a few hours as tears pour from my eyes. Finally, I know if I wait any longer she’ll wake up, so I reach over to the drawer of the bedside table and take out the stake I put there earlier. I gently roll her onto her back and then I lean down and kiss her one final time before closing my eyes and plunging the stake into her chest.
I’ve never cried like I’m crying right now as I feel her body turn leathery. Finally, about ten minutes before sunrise I get up without opening my eyes and cover her with the sheet, so I can’t see her desiccated form lying in our bed.
I look down at my hand at the ring that has rarely left my finger in 290 years and slowly take it off before placing it on the bedside table. Then I go down the stairs still naked and smelling of Elena as I walk to the French Door and open it walking into the garden to wait for the sun to rise. I turn a moment before the sun rises to see Klaus standing in the shadows. When he notices that I’ve seen him he takes a step closer and my eyes widen in understanding as he says, “Hello, Darling. Seems you’ve ruined my well laid plans, but watching you burn will suffice.”
I don’t get a chance to reply to Kol’s words as the sun slowly reaches and breaches the horizon. I manage to whisper, “Elena, I love you,” and then scorching pain rips through my body until a vast nothing takes over.
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