The Vampire Diaries – Every End Has A Start von Asu91 ================================================================================ Kapitel 10: Partying And Hunting With A Vampire ----------------------------------------------- Naja, das Versprechen mit den 24 Stunden kann man in die Tonne kloppen. Mein Wlan wollte nicht und deshalb kann ich das jetzt erst hochladen. Ich hoffe ihr verzeiht mir und seid auf meiner Seite im Krieg gegen meine lahme Internetverbindung ;) Jetzt könnt ihr jedenfalls weiterlesen. Viel Spaß! _________________________________________________________________________________ As promised Elena came over to the Salvatore manor on Friday night, bracing herself for the task that awaited her and the danger that came with it. Her hunting vampires, who could have ever foreseen that? In any case not her. But here she was entering the Salvatore manor at eight p.m. "Damon? It's me, Elena!" she called out and didn't even flinch when Damon using super-human-speed was standing next to her the next second after. "Hey, Elena," he said. "Nice of you to drop by." Elena noticed at once that he was lacking his usual cocky smile. His face was expressionless almost sad. "Yeah, sure. I've gotta protect this town, right?" she replied trying to sound all eager to get down to work. "I'm not coming along," he announced now. "I'm staying here. I'm kinda busy." He left her with that and entered the parlor, taking a seat on the sofa and hiding his face behind something that looked like an album. Elena followed him confused. "What? You're kidding me, right?" she snapped. He couldn't be serious. All the time he had pushed her into doing this and now he was just gonna bail because he was busy? "No, I'm not. I'm serious." At this point Elena couldn't hold it anymore. "Yesterday you bugged me all the time to come and do this. I thought this is important to you! And I thought you'd accompany and watch over me!" "Sorry, no can do." "Damon!" He ignored her continuing to study the album. "What is it that you're busy with?" "Come and see." He patted the place beside him on the sofa. Slowly, still not believing what was happening she went to the sofa and sat down beside him, glancing at whatever Damon was holding and looking at. He caught her gaze and turned the large book around so that Elena could take a look at it. It was indeed a photo album full of pictures of the Salvatore family. They should a rather plump man with his two sons, one little bit taller than the other and with darker hair and a beautiful, blond, slender woman. Giuseppe Salvatore, his wife and his children, Damon and Stefan. All of them looked very happy. Elena turned some pages to see more photographs and portraits of them, eventually lingering on a picture of Mrs. Salvatore. "Your mum was beautiful." She just had to say it. "Yes, she was," Damon said and smiled ghosted across his face. "What was her name?" "Celia. It means 'heaven' in Italian." "It's a beautiful name." "Yeah. Everything was beautiful about her," Damon said with audible sadness in his voice. Elena didn't miss his gloomy mood. "May I ask how she died?" Elena asked carefully. Damon closed his eyes for a moment as if he was in pain and Elena immediately regretted having asked him. "I'm sorry. I didn't want–" "She was fatally ill. Got struck with the pest," Damon told her. "She died home in Florence. Her death gave our father a reason to immigrate to the U.S." "I see." She looked at some more pictures. "So this is what you're busy with. Refreshing memories." "Kind of," Damon muttered, watching her looking at the pictures. "You were cute as children," Elena said, almost mesmerized by little Stefan and Damon. Damon chuckled. "You think?" "Yeah." She kept turning pages until she found a document that looked like a birth certificate and it was. Damon's birth certificate. "'Damon Salvatore. Born in Florence 4 November 1845'," Elena read aloud. "Wait, 4 November? But that's today!" Damon forced a grin. "But why didn't say something?" "It's no big deal." "Of course it is!" Elena contradicted. "How old did you turn?" "I turned 164." "So you're two years older than Stefan." Elena did the math. "And what do you usually do on your birthdays?" "Usually I hit a bar and let the bartender fill me up." "Oh, Damon." "What? I don't celebrate my birthdays anymore," he told her. "Why not?" Elena inquired. "Why do?" "You never know which one will be your last. That's why you have to celebrate each of them." "Elena, maybe you haven't noticed but I'm a vampire and as long as I feed on blood I won't die." "You're not invincible," Elena reminded him. "You can always… pass away. It only takes someone to drive a stake into your heart." "I'm not gonna let 'em," he said in a sing-song voice. "You so full of yourself." She sighed. "Anyway, what's your point, Elena?" Damon wanted to know. "What involves a good party in your opinion?" She grinned at him mischievously and he, realizing what he was driving at, grinned back. Half an hour later Damon's private birthday with two people was already going on. They'd turned on the music, prepared a little buffet with snacks and drinks and were enjoying themselves immensely while dancing and fooling around. Right now Oasis was playing in the CD player and Damon led Elena dancing through the house. "For not wanting to celebrate your birthday you seem to actually enjoy it very much," Elena observed pleased. "I'm always in for a party," he told her. "And my parties always blast." He twirled her around. "Because of my music. The wrong music can kill a party." "You really like the eighties, don't you?" "I lov'em!" Damon exclaimed. "The eighties were the best. You don't find that kind of music now-a-days on the radio. Depeche Mode, Oasis… the rest of the Rolling Stones era, Simply Red, Sting…" "I get the picture." Elena smiled. "What else do you like in music?" "The 70s were good, too, the 60s when the Stones and Beatles started becoming famous… and the 50s of course. Elvis really rocked. Wanna know my record of festivals?" he asked. "Sure." "My touring began in 1968 at Woodstock," he started. "Woodstock?!" Elena was amazed. "Yup. It was great but the rain really sucked," he said. "I've also been to the King of Rock's first gig and each and every one that followed. I'm not sure but I think I've got a autograph of him somewhere." "Wow, you make every rocker look small." "I'm not finished. I got to Reading in good old England every year, and the other one I don't remember name of." "Like I said, you really can call yourself a rocker." She laughed. "Yes. But like I said," he replied. "The music isn't as good as back then." "What do you listen to now?" Elena inquired. "Oh, too much to name them all. My favorites are 30 Seconds to Mars, Breaking Benjamin, Skillet…" "So basically everything that rocks," Elena summarized smiling. "Oh not only. I also like the soft and slow ones if they're good. Like The Fray or The Calling… Damn, I even listen to Leona Lewis." Elena grinned. "But that's our little secret, okay?" he added putting a finger on his mouth. "Okay." "Fine and now let's have fun!" Damon exclaimed and twirled her some more. They kept it on until Elena felt slightly dizzy, then Damon changed the music with an evil grin. He had changed it to Tango and now he was holding out his hand to Elena. "May I have this dance?" he asked cockily. Elena hesitated for a moment but then took his hand and let him pull her close to him. They started dancing in accordance to the music with every passion the song held. Damon held her close to him like he was afraid to lose her and led her back and forth. Both enjoyed the dance despite how close they were to each other. While they were dancing none of them felt uncomfortable with it. Then when Elena seemed to get exhausted, Damon led her dancing upstairs and dropped her on his bed. He took the remote control to his audio set and changed the music again, now to slow and gentle. He dropped the remote control and slumped on his bed beside Elena. "Elena, Elena, Elena, you never cease to amaze me. You really are full of surprises," he said. "What do you mean?" "Everything. The party, the dance…. I didn't think you could dance tango or salsa." Elena chuckled. "I didn't either. In fact it was the first time I ever did." "You're kidding, right?" he asked incredulously. "No, I'm serious. You're a good leader. I quickly picked up the steps and the rhythm." "You're a natural talent. Singing, dancing… If I discover one more I swear I'm gonna take you to Broadway even if I have to drag you there," he said. "God, stop it. I'm just a fast learner," Elena waved it off. They kept lying there without talking, just listening to the soft music coming from downstairs. At some point Tori Amos' Sorta Fairytale was playing. "It's a nice a song," Elena said. "Mmm." And they both burst out laughing when they simultaneously remembered Elena's American Idol experience. "Looks like it's haunting us, huh?" Elena mused aloud. "Not if we don't want to," Damon contradicted. "Do you want me to skip to the next song?" "No, let it play." The next song that was selected by the shuffle function was May I by Trading Yesterday. "You listen to Trading Yesterday." That was more a statement than a question. "Yeah, sometimes," Damon admitted. "Why? You like them?" "Yeah, very much," Elena answered and closed her eyes. "What else do you listen to?" Damon asked conversationally. "Believe it or not but we have a similar interest in music. I just don't like the hardcore stuff," Elena replied. "I like Trading Yesterday, Lifehouse, The Fray, Nickelback, Linkin' Park and even some songs from Breaking Benjamin." "No. Really? You and Breaking Benjamin?" Damon raised a brow. "Yup. Surprised?" "Rather shocked." Elena chuckled. "What else did you hide from me?" "Deep inside I'm a vampire but I never told you," Elena whispered. "That was lame," Damon commented. "It was worth a try," Elena shrugged. "You don't need to know everything." "Hey, I saw your lingerie," he reminded her. "There's not much more left for me to find out about you." Elena smacked his arm and he smirked. "You'd better forget this," she threatened. "Or what?" "Or I will never celebrate your birthday with you again. Ever." "Ooo-hoo, you really mean it, don't you?" He chuckled. "I'm sorry," he said sweetly. "I can't. It's in my head. I can't get it out." "You will!" Elena demanded. "I'm not one of your one-night stand girls." "No, you're not. You talk too much," Damon told her. "Shut up and enjoy the peace and – well it's not really quiet with the music on." "I get your point. I agree. Let's just lay here and enjoy." One or two songs played till the end before Damon broke the silence between them. "Elena?" "Mmm." "Thank you. My 164th is the best birthday of my life." "Just wait after we celebrated your 165th," Elena said grinning. "Today is nothing compared to what I'll plan for next year." "You're gonna be there next year?" Damon asked. "Definitely." "Then I'm looking forward to my birthday," Damon said smiling. "For the first time in 145 years." "You're welcome." "But Elena?" "Yeah?" "We'll definitely go hunting tomorrow night." "I was afraid you'd say that." And both of them shared another laugh. The party ended late in the night and Elena called home to tell Jenna she would be staying at the Salvatore manor for the night, thrice assuring her that nothing would be happening and that she just had drunk too much to drive and sleep in the guest room. In the morning she went home to change and left again to go shopping with Caroline and Bonnie to make up for not attending the two-months-anniversary party. Caroline had been very mad at her for standing her up for Damon but calmed down when Elena promised to spend some time with her two friends on Saturday. And in the evening she rejoined with Damon who was already awaiting her with three stakes in his hand. "Those for me?" she asked rhetorically. "Yup. Here, take one and hide it behind your back again. I'll hide the other two in my jacket." He passed her the stake and Elena did as she was told. "You ready?" he asked her. "Yes." "Good. Let's go." "What's the plan?" Elena wanted to know, following Damon who was walking towards the open road. "You just walk down the road, pretending your car broke down and you are lost and then you just kill them," Damon explained. "Great plan," Elena muttered not convinced at all. "I'm hiding and following you in case anything goes wrong," Damon added. "If it's any comfort to you?" "It's a start," Elena replied. They were lucky with the time. There was hardly someone on the road at Saturday 10 p.m. The vampires must have been starving and would definitely lunge themselves at Elena. Good for the plan. Bad for Elena. But she didn't show Damon her fear. She wanted to be strong when he was there. Didn't want him to see her weak side. That was why she was probably feeling a little too sure on their hunt. She wasn't observant and therefore vulnerable. She was carrying out and sticking to Damon's plan and not expecting a sudden attack. That however was what happened. Out of sudden a vampire lunged himself at her and in one swift movement pressed her to the ground. "Aargh!" "Get off of her bastard!" Elena didn't feel the weight on her body anymore. Breathing hard she turned her head to the side to see Damon press the vampire to the ground and drive a stake through his heart. Elena closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. The adrenaline released by fear rushed through her veins. She was scared, had a shock. "You okay?" Damon's face came into her view. She opened her mouth to answer but no sound came out. Instead she straightened up quickly, threw her arms around Damon's neck and pressed herself close to him. "I was so scared." "Hey, Elena, calm down. I'm here," Damon said and soothingly rubbed her back. "Take slow breaths. It's over." Elena took deep and slow breaths, trying to calm down. "I'm – I'm sorry. I wasn't observant. I panicked," she explained after a while. "It's okay," Damon assured her. Elena slowly regained composure and became aware of how close she was to Damon. It made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted to let go of him quickly but that would be too obvious and embarrassing. "Thanks. I'm okay," she said now and let go of him. "I'm sorry I forced you to become involved though you didn't want to." "No, it's okay. Actually, I should've expected this to happen," Damon said. "You need to be trained. Otherwise it won't work." "I'm better now. Let's try it again," Elena suggested. "Elena? Did you hear a word of what I just said? We won't try it again before I'm sure you are ready. Come on." He got up and pulled her to her feet. "I'll take you home." They started walking back to the Salvatore manor. Elena felt terrible. She could have done better. Damon probably thought she was coward. She could slap herself. In the end she embarrassed herself in front of Damon anyway. Their walk to the manor was silent and their drive to Elena's house, too. They only started talking again when Elena opened the door to get out. "Are you gonna be okay?" Damon asked. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." "For what." "For being here," she answered smiling. Damon looked at her puzzled. The impact of her words hit him with full might. Did she just say that she was actually glad that she was with her? "Good night, Damon." "Good night, Elena. See you at school," he said. "Definitely," she confirmed and slammed the door shut. Damon watched her get safely into the house before he pulled out of the lot and drove home himself. _________________________________________________________________________________ Bei diesem Kapitel ging mir das Herz auf *_* Ich bin mittlerweile schon süchtig nach Damon/Elena Momenten XD Hoffe euch hats auch gefallen. Bis zum nächsten Mal eure Asu Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)