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turnonmyheelsFandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.11 Bloodlines
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
Damon grits his teeth as Elena’s phone rings again. He picks it up and checks the screen. Stefan. He smirks a bit as he hits the button to send the call straight to voicemail. The ringing stops and the screen reads 87 missed calls. Whatever happened (she had to have seen the picture there’s no other explanation and what Damon wouldn’t give to have been a fly on Stefan’s bedroom wall when that happened) to make Elena leave the boarding house without her necklace (Damon had to roll the windows down 70 miles ago to get the eau de young lover’s musk out of the air) and ask him ‘why do I look like her?’ was going to give him ammunition against Stefan for decades.
The phone makes a different sound, an unopened envelope flashes on the screen. “Trying a new tactic brother? Took you long enough.” Damon murmurs. He glances over at Elena -- she’s out and will be for sometime even with his blood in her system. He opens the text message and suddenly the nearly eight-hour drive (five at the speed he’s currently going) to Atlanta becomes much more interesting.
From Stefan:
Elena. Please. Let me explain.
“Poor little Stefan.” Damon mutters as his thumb flies over the keys. “This should sting a bit.” Oh yes. This is going to be fun.
From Elena:
Leave me alone. I hate you
From Stefan:
I know that you’re upset. You have every right to be. But if you’d just talk to me I could explain.
From Elena:
DIAF
From Stefan:
What does that mean?
From Elena:
Die in a Fire
From Stefan:
God Elena. I am so sorry I’ve been wanting to tell you but I didn’t know how. How could I eve
From Stefan:
n begin to explain? Please Elena, please call me I want to talk to you.
From Elena:
FU
From Stefan:
What?
From Elena:
Fuck. You. God. Get with the 21st century already.
Elena stirs in the passenger seat and Damon slips the phone into his pocket. It beeps again immediately but he doesn’t respond. It’ll be far more fun to let Stefan stew for a while. The miles pass uneventfully; 81 is a beautiful drive in the daylight, but after dark it’s just boring. Nothing but truckers this time of night so the drive is easy and well above the speed limit, but there’s nothing to catch Damon’s attention.
The phone in Damon’s pocket chirps again. Well, there’s something to keep him occupied. Damon smirks and immediately opens the text message.
From Bonnie:
E? whats up w/ u & S? S called freaking out
From Elena:
S is a jerk and I h8t him
From Bonnie:
Did he try to bite you? I will kill him
From Elena:
don’t want 2 talk about it.
From Bonnie:
Do u want me 2 come over?
From Elena:
Only if we can have a pillowfight
From Bonnie:
rudrunk?
From Elena:
u no it!!
From Bonnie:
what about school 2morrow
From Elena:
F school
From Bonnie:
E? U sure u don’t want company
From Elena:
only if we can play doctor
From Bonnie:
EWW
From Elena:
;P lol
From Bonnie:
I’ll call u 2morrow when ur sober
From Elena:
UR NO FUN
Elena shifts a bit in the passenger seat -- Damon glances over in time to see a strand of hair fall across her face. Damon reaches across the car and carefully brushes it off of her face and tucks it behind her ear. He knows Elena will be pissed off when she realizes that instead of taking her home or to the hospital after he saved her cute little ass he essentially kidnapped her, but that’s a bridge he’s willing to cross when they’re in Georgia and she’s awake.
The speed limit changes from 65 to 70 as they cross into North Carolina. Damon picks up speed until he’s cruising along at 110, one hand on Elena’s knee and the other on the steering wheel.
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Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.11 Bloodlines
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
Damon grits his teeth as Elena’s phone rings again. He picks it up and checks the screen. Stefan. He smirks a bit as he hits the button to send the call straight to voicemail. The ringing stops and the screen reads 87 missed calls. Whatever happened (she had to have seen the picture there’s no other explanation and what Damon wouldn’t give to have been a fly on Stefan’s bedroom wall when that happened) to make Elena leave the boarding house without her necklace (Damon had to roll the windows down 70 miles ago to get the eau de young lover’s musk out of the air) and ask him ‘why do I look like her?’ was going to give him ammunition against Stefan for decades.
The phone makes a different sound, an unopened envelope flashes on the screen. “Trying a new tactic brother? Took you long enough.” Damon murmurs. He glances over at Elena -- she’s out and will be for sometime even with his blood in her system. He opens the text message and suddenly the nearly eight-hour drive (five at the speed he’s currently going) to Atlanta becomes much more interesting.
Elena. Please. Let me explain.
“Poor little Stefan.” Damon mutters as his thumb flies over the keys. “This should sting a bit.” Oh yes. This is going to be fun.
Leave me alone. I hate you
From Stefan:
I know that you’re upset. You have every right to be. But if you’d just talk to me I could explain.
From Elena:
DIAF
From Stefan:
What does that mean?
From Elena:
Die in a Fire
From Stefan:
God Elena. I am so sorry I’ve been wanting to tell you but I didn’t know how. How could I eve
From Stefan:
n begin to explain? Please Elena, please call me I want to talk to you.
From Elena:
FU
From Stefan:
What?
From Elena:
Fuck. You. God. Get with the 21st century already.
Elena stirs in the passenger seat and Damon slips the phone into his pocket. It beeps again immediately but he doesn’t respond. It’ll be far more fun to let Stefan stew for a while. The miles pass uneventfully; 81 is a beautiful drive in the daylight, but after dark it’s just boring. Nothing but truckers this time of night so the drive is easy and well above the speed limit, but there’s nothing to catch Damon’s attention.
The phone in Damon’s pocket chirps again. Well, there’s something to keep him occupied. Damon smirks and immediately opens the text message.
E? whats up w/ u & S? S called freaking out
From Elena:
S is a jerk and I h8t him
From Bonnie:
Did he try to bite you? I will kill him
From Elena:
don’t want 2 talk about it.
From Bonnie:
Do u want me 2 come over?
From Elena:
Only if we can have a pillowfight
From Bonnie:
rudrunk?
From Elena:
u no it!!
From Bonnie:
what about school 2morrow
From Elena:
F school
From Bonnie:
E? U sure u don’t want company
From Elena:
only if we can play doctor
From Bonnie:
EWW
From Elena:
;P lol
From Bonnie:
I’ll call u 2morrow when ur sober
From Elena:
UR NO FUN
Elena shifts a bit in the passenger seat -- Damon glances over in time to see a strand of hair fall across her face. Damon reaches across the car and carefully brushes it off of her face and tucks it behind her ear. He knows Elena will be pissed off when she realizes that instead of taking her home or to the hospital after he saved her cute little ass he essentially kidnapped her, but that’s a bridge he’s willing to cross when they’re in Georgia and she’s awake.
The speed limit changes from 65 to 70 as they cross into North Carolina. Damon picks up speed until he’s cruising along at 110, one hand on Elena’s knee and the other on the steering wheel.
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