WHO: Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore sadisticdamon WHAT: Damon finds a new toy and has some fun with her. WHERE: All over Atlantis! WHEN: Soon after Damon arrives RATING: NC-17 & dark STATUS: complete!
Elena didn't like it here in the least, there was too many familiar faces, too many possibilities for horrible things--horrible worlds where the people she had come to rely on the most in life were twisted until they were barely recognizable to her. She just needed to get out, so she ran as fast and as far away as she could from he apartment complex, into the heart of the city where she was only surrounded by strangers. Elena didn't focus on them, she just kept walking, kept ignoring the loud beating of her heart in her chest, the part of her that was screaming to go back. She didn't. Though she eventually ended up at a park where she rested, practically collapsing into one of the benches with a sigh on her lips.
Damon had been stalking around, looking for the perfect girl. Though, he didn't think it would be a Elena. But there she was, looking quite sad. It was time for him to make his move, within seconds, he was sitting on the bench with her. "Why the sad face, Elena?" he asked her, sounding quite sweet for someone who was going to rip into that pretty neck of hers.
She looked up at him, a bit startled, but soon relaxed. It was just Damon...or one of them. Elena let a soft smile grace her lips, setting her hands in her lap as she began to speak. "I'm just...trying to get used to all of his. I don't know if I'm exactly...sad, just...frustrated, I supposed," the girl told him, looking at the man with wide brown eyes.
"That's not very fun, is it? Why don't you come over to my place? I'm sure I could make you feel better," Or worse, he added to himself, standing up and looking at her as he offered a hand to her. He could play nice for a little bit, just to see if was willing to come with him.
Elena let out a thinking noise, absently lifting a hand to touch the vervain pendant around her neck. This was Damon! She could trust him, couldn't she? "I...suppose I don't have anything else to do." She put her hand in his own and smiled brightly at him with a short bout of laughter.
Oh, that little necklace would have to go. "Is that the necklace Stefan gave you?" he asked her, gently reaching out to touch it. "Have you been playing with it? The latch is right, you don't need to lose the vervain, not in this town. May I fix it for you?" he asked her softly, his blue eyes shinning as he spoke to her.
It was true, playing with the locket had quickly become a bad habit when she got nervous. "Oh? Um...you may." Elena bit into her bottom lip to try and hide her grin, standing up straight in front of the man and watching him with wide, keen eyes.
He gently reached around her neck, unclasping it and toying with it for a second, his face down. Time to strike. He looked back up, his eyes dark, fangs bared. "You shouldn't trust people here.." he whispered in a dark voice, his eyes on hers. "Don't run, you're going to stand there, like a good little girl," he said, compelling her as he licked his lips. He buried the locket deep in the pocket of his leather jacket, staring at her.
As the compulsion set in, she did just as he said, standing in place, though a worried look flashed over her face, her eyes brimming with tears. "Damon," she whispered, fisting her hands at her sides and waiting for the inevitable. Why did she have to be so stupid!? Just because it was Damon... "Please don't. Let me go. Please!"
"Aww, tears already? I haven't even begun, walk with me, Elena, come along, don't dawdle." He let his face relax back into his human form as he slipped his arm in with hers, walking with her. "Hm...apartment or warehouse? That is the question...would you care to know the answer?" he asked with a evil smirk on his lips.
Compulsion was possibly the worst feeling in the world, wanting to do the exact opposite, but not being able to--so she was forced to walk with Damon, disgusted by his touch. She didn't reply to him, just turned away, letting the vampire lead her along. It didn't matter where he took her, she was officially screwed.
"Now, Elena, why are you being so mean to me?" he teased, his hand slipping around her waist, finger nails digging into her side as they walked. "That's no way to treat someone like me, shame...really. I thought you was a good girl, I guess not."
She flinched at the feel of his nails and whipped her head in his direction, staring at the man. "Fine. Then tell me, I'm curious." Still, she swallowed nervously and shuddered beside him in terror. Maybe...maybe everything would be alright and someone would rescue her from his man.
"Tell you what, bad Elena?" he asked her, his nails craving into her skin as they walked, they weren't far. "And...don't scream," he told her, staring into those eyes of hers, she was his now. His sweet little toy, to use and abuse, all he wanted.
"Tell me where you're taking me," she specified, whimpered as he compelled her once again. This Damon was so much worse than the man she had met when he first showed up in Mystic Falls. Elena knew that he would do terrible things to her and there was nothing she could do. "Please...stop. Your nails," the girl told him with a whimper.
"You aren't in the place to be demanding things from me, Elena," he warned her, picking her up and carrying her in his arms at vamp speed, taking her into a warehouse. He tossed her onto the mattress on the ground, smiling as he began to undress. "You're so boring when you can't fight back, maybe I'll stop compelling you to be good," he told her, slipping off his shirt.
She gasped when she suddenly hit the mattress, scrambling to regain her balance and get as far away as the compulsion would allow. She couldn't run, so she was stuck, curled up at the far end of the mattress, her knees pulled up to her chest, face buried in her arms. "Please let me go," she murmured, fighting back tears when she heard him begin to undress.
He was on top of her before she had time to cry, pinning her to the mattress, glaring at her. He stopped compelling her, pressing his naked body against hers. "Make me, Elena," he hissed in her ear, his mouth sucking on her neck, but not biting yet.
Elena immediately began beating at his body--as little good it would actually do her seeing as how he was more than a century and a half older than her. "Damon!" She tried to dislodge him from her, kicking and thrashing on the mattress, tears in her eyes, fall along her cheeks. "Please! I don't want this!" The girl took a deep breath and stopped her movements, more content to just lay there and cry.
She was fighting back and he liked that, but when she stopped and just laid there, he pulled back, staring at her. "No more fighting? Hm, maybe you don't need to be trained so much after all. You will make a good little toy, so easily broken..." he caressed her cheek, whispering to her.
The girl reared her head up at his words and suddenly spit right in his face before trying to get away again. Maybe she was just making things worse for herself, but this man completely disgusted her. Calling her his toy! Saying she could be broken! That she needed to be trained! "Fuck you."
He smacked her right across the face with enough force to bruise her human skin. "Don't you ever disrespect me again!" he snarled at her, shaking her against the bed. "You will listen to me, and do as I ask," he wasn't compelling her, he was ordering her.
She let out a pained sound with the hit and went boneless in his arms when he grabbed her, eyes wide and glazed over looking. She didn't reply to him, just laid there, giving up...at least for now.
"Answer me, Elena. And you better say it nicely," he told her, licking his lips. "Tell me that you're my toy, come on, Lena, go ahead," he taunted her as he sat back on his knees, yanking open her shirt, smiling at her beautiful, perky breasts.
Elena shuddered and sobbed when he ripped her shirt open, letting his eyes wander over her body like she was his for the taking...which she supposed she really was. She had no way to fight him off, he could do whatever he wanted with her and make her do as he pleased. "I'm your toy, Damon," she said with a whimper, lifting a hand to wipe away her tears
He pushed her hand away, pinning it to the mattress. His mouth leaned down, licking her tears away before kissing her roughly, sinking his fangs into her bottom lip, he sucked the dark liquid that spilled from it. "Mine," he growled when he pulled back, licking the blood from his lips. Her cries were so sweet, music to his sinful ears.
She did her best to hold back anymore cries, but when he bit into her bottom lip she let out a high-pitched noise, yet gave herself over to him, knowing if she fought it, she would just make things worse for herself. Even though things were only getting started for them... "Yours," she agreed, tasting her own blood on her tongue, flinching at it.
"Mmm, such a good girl. I'm impressed." He smiled, slipping off her body. "Finish undressing yourself, then lay down," he told her, watching her closely as he sat back. Mmm, such a delight to be able to control her without his powers, it truly made him feel powerful over her.
Elena hesitated--showing him her body and then letting him...own it was the last thing she wanted, but she figured going along was better than him ripping the clothing off of her. She pulled off her ruined shirt and tossed it, followed by pants, sneakers and socks, leaving her in her colorful, cotton bra and panties. Carefully, she reached back and unhooked her bra, closing her eyes as she slipped it off her body, revealing her breasts. But then she froze.
He loved how innocent she was being, it made it all worth it, but when she stopped, he stared at her. "Puppet...did I say stop?" he asked her, and it wasn't friendly in the least. "Take them off or I will take them off for you, and I can promise you, it won't be nice," he growled, inching forward.
She practically sprung at that threat of his, tossing the bra then immediately working off her panties, letting then end up on the top of her pile of clothing. Elena looked over Damon with wide brown eyes and laid down on the mattress, every muscle in her body tightened, not wanting what she knew would happen next.
He crawled over her, his body gently brushing against her, his hand caressing her cheek. "Aww, puppet, are you scared?" he asked, knowing the answer. He loved that she was scared, it made him want her all the more. His cock was hard, pressing against her stomach. "Tell me how much you want me, puppet, tell me that you want me inside of you," he growled next to her ear, nipping it with his fangs.
Elena swallowed the bile that built up at the feel of his dick against her skin and she closed her eyes, breathing deep and settling herself--steeling herself for what he wanted from her. "I...I want you...so bad," she tried, but she started sobbing instead, unable to get the words out no matter how hard she tried. She didn't have it in her.
"That's not good enough, puppet," he told her, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head to one side. "Tell me how much you want me," he growled before sinking his fangs into her neck, feeding off her again. Her whole body was tense against him, but soon, he would make her relax. He knew she was wet, no matter how much she hated him, she was wet for his cock. And he would use that against her.
The pain of his fangs in her neck was excruciating and as much as she wanted to scream, she couldn't. Only a silent scream came out of her throat, registering more as a whimper than anything else. "I want you," Elena yelled. "I need you! I--I can't live without you! I...want you to...f-fuck me..." She squeezed her eyes shut tight and swallowed, feeling more warm tears running down her cheeks.
He pulled back from her neck, licking the wound closed. He loved that she was screaming for him, he loved how easily she was broken. "Mmm. I'll fuck your tight, wet, pussy, don't worry..." he said, reaching down, rubbing her folds. "You're so wet, Elena.. mmm, your pussy wants me inside, fucking it, using it.." he told her, moving his hand. He spread her legs, shoving deep inside of her, his hand still deep in her hair, pulling it.
She bucked against him in pain at the sudden, hard intrusion of her body, but bit back her cry, trying to hold herself together. He was right...she was aroused, physically at least, not that she could really control that, but inside all she felt was disgust for the man above her, the man that was now using her body. She was just going to be another one of Damon's playthings, one he would throw away...or kill when he was through with her. God, but death was probably better than this.
He wasn't a gentle lover, he was hard, fast, fucking her like a rag doll. But he wasn't happy with this, he didn't want her this way anymore, it had gotten old quickly. He was close at this point, but he wanted more. He pulled out of her, yanking her by the hair. "On all fours, mutt," he demand, yanking her hair hard.
Elena was so glad when he asked her to roll over. At least she wouldn't have to look at his face anymore when he defiled her body. She could keep a semblance of her pride, what little of it remained. She obediently did as he asked, getting onto hands and knees, spreading her legs wide for him and arching her back in offering. She just wanted this to be over with.
Mmm, he would be sure to tell Stefan about this. Maybe his brother would want a turn with his new toy. "Such a good puppet," he said, running his hands over her ass, and up her back as he moved behind her. He shoved her face into the mattress as his cock thrust deep into her cunt, driving itself inside of her fully. He wasn't a small man, and this new angle allowed him to go deeper inside of her. One hand held her face to the mattress as the other teased her ass, rubbing it as he fucked her. He teased her cheeks, before spanking them, soft at first, then hard. "Scream for me, mutt, scream like the bitch you are," he growled.
"I can't," she yelled at him, still suffering from his compulsion earlier when they were on their walk. And since she couldn't scream, she whimpered and moaned, burying her face in the mattress to try and muffle the sounds. She was disgusted in herself, how she clenched around his cock and pressed back into him as he fucked her hard, making her body his and only his. "I can't...I'm sorry, Damon," Elena pleaded with a gasp, reacting to the spanking.
"Oh..yes, I forgot, mutt," he said, leaning over her, staring into her eyes. "Go ahead, scream for me," he told her, breaking the compulsion. He stopped looking at her, slamming into her body again, thrusting hard until he got his fix. He pulled out, rolling her over onto her back, his seed splashing on her stomach and breasts as he finished himself off. "Such a good, puppet.. now, clean that up, with your mouth, go ahead," he told her, watching her closely.
Once he undid the compulsion, a loud scream came out, once that had just been building and building the entire time he had been using her. She even continued to scream until he finally pulled out of her sore body and rolled her over. She whimpered when she felt his warm cum on her skin...and then heard what he wanted from her. Just when she thought things couldn't get more disgusting, she was using her fingers to collect the thick liquid and then bringing her hand to her mouth, licking it up and trying not to make a face at the bitter taste.
"Good girl, all of it, clean yourself up," he told her, moving off the mattress to get dressed. "Such a beautiful toy," he told her, pulling on his jeans and t-shirt. Hm..now, what to do with her?
Elena did it, just like he wanted, ridding her body of the sticky liquid, the sign that he had abused her to his liking. Once she was done and desperately craving to get rid of his taste that now consumed her mouth, she sat up on the mattress and watched the vampire with wide brown eyes.
He walked over to a trunk that was filled with things for his little toy to wear, to make having her easier. He found a pair of crotchless panties, a skirt and a top that showed off those perky breasts. "Get dressed, we have places to go," he told her, throwing the clothes at her.
She caught the wad of clothing, and again she had to fight down her nausea. Great, he was dressing her up like a slut too, wonderful. She wouldn't complain out loud though. Elena stood, carefully putting on the underwear before she stepped into the skirt, adjusting it around her hips then pulling on the top he had picked out for her. She glanced at him in silence, then down at her bare feet with toes curled into the mattress. She figured he probably wouldn't let her get away with wearing her sneakers out.
He found a pair of heels under the mess of clothes, tossing those at her as well. "Hurry up," he demanded, pulling on his shoes. "Such a good little, puppet," he told her once she was finished getting dressed. "Come here, let me see," he told her, wiggling a finger at her.
Elena quickly put on the high heels, thanking god she actually knew how to walk in them so she didn't look like an utter fool when she headed in Damon's direction. She stared at him for a moment then turned in a circle, allowing him to see her outfit at every angle. Maybe if she tried extra hard to be what he wanted, he would go easier on her. Elena could only hope...
"Mmm... I like." He moved to her, gently wrapping his arms around her. "You've been a good puppet, so I'll treat you today. But the first wrong thing you do? I will make you pay for that," he told her, caressing her breasts, his hand traveling down, teasing her pussy through the opening. "Understand me?" he asked.
She shuddered at the touch of his hand and ground against him a bit when his fingers were between her legs. Elena nodded at him slowly and looked him in the eyes. "I understand, Damon," she said clearly with just a bit of strength in her voice. She couldn't get away from him, so she would listen and behave. It was better than being bitten over and over again.
"Now, are you going to be good while were in public? Or do I need to compel you?" he asked, willing to see how far her loyalty went.
"I promise I'll be good," she told him with a nod, biting into her bottom lip gently while she reached out to put her hands on his stomach, feeling the muscles underneath his t-shirt. Elena took a deep breath and swallowed while she watched him. "I promise, Damon. I won't do anything bad."
"I hope for your sake, you keep that promise," he told her, taking her arm, tugging her along. He loved taking his toys out for a little fun time, he could be nice, but it was only to give them false hope before breaking them again. "Are you hungry?" he asked, adding, "Or did my come fill you?"
She held back the look of disgust, remembering what he had made her do just minutes before. So Elena smiled a bit at him instead, walking along at his side so she wouldn't have to be dragged like a doll. "I'm...hungry, yes. I haven't eaten since I got here today..."
"Very well, let's feed you. I don't need you passing out later, at least not because of food." He locked up the warehouse and walked beside her.
Elena shuddered at his statement and turned her head away from him, allowing the man to lead her on down the street of the city. After a few minutes, she looked at Damon again, eyes flicking over his body. "Are you...going to leave me in that warehouse...? Or take me...home?" She really hoped he would at least take her to his apartment so she could be somewhere more comfortable.
"It depends how useful you are," he told her, smirking a bit. "Why, do you not like your mattress?" he asked, slipping his arm around her waist as they walked.
"I don't like...the warehouse, actually." She hated the feeling of his arm around her waist, a sign that she belonged to him, but she just continued walking along. "I want a real bed...and a bathroom..." He wouldn't force her to live there, would he? It was dreary and miserable...at least from what she had seen.
"Shame, really. I quite like it," he told her, walking with her to a near by diner. "Will this do?" he asked though his voice said that he truly didn't care.
Elena nodded at him and moved to open the door, stepping into the diner, her heels clicking on the floor. It was pretty much empty at this time of night, but there were a few people sitting around and chatting over coffee. She looked back at him and bit into her lip, then turned back around, picking them out a nice booth that was tucked into the corner.
He sat down across from her, looking over a menu. "I think I'll have a BLT, what would you like, Elena?" he asked her as if they were on a date and nothing ever happened. As if he hated raped her and feed off her unwilling body.
She trembled across from him and picked up the menu with shaky fingers, feeling like Damon could snap at any moment. Her eyes flicked over the words, back and forth until she spoke. "I...um...a burger and fries...," she said with a soft voice, putting the menu back down and watching him while she swallowed the lump in her throat. What the hell was she supposed to say to him? Or do? "Could I...have a milkshake too?"
"You may," he told her, smirking a little, he placed their order when the woman came up and before long they had their drinks. A chocolate and vanilla one, he pushed them both to her. "Pick one," he said, not caring which he had.
Elena reached for the chocolate one, pulling her towards her side of the table with a whisper of a thank you, eying the vampire. She brought the straw in the shake between her lips and sucked up the cool, smooth ice cream, looking anywhere but Damon's face while she did.
He watched her quietly as he sipped his shake, waiting until there food got there to speak. "You're being good, so you may sleep at my apartment. But one wrong choice and I will make you never forget who's in charge here," he whispered, taking a bite of his food.
She didn't like the sound of that, so as horrible and disgusted with herself as she felt, Elena would continue to listen to him. It was better than the alternative which she figured involved more biting and compulsion. She nodded at him and grabbed the ketchup bottle, putting some on her plate to dip her fries into before she started eating. "Can I ask you something? ...Please?"
He took another bite, wiping his mouth and swallowing. "You may," he told her, loving that she was so broken already, asking him and saying please. It was music to his ears.
"Why? ...Why do you do this?" Why did it have to be her out of all the women in this city? Why did she have to be the unlucky one? But there was no way she could escape him, so she continued eating her warm food, satisfied with the way it filled her stomach and sated her cravings, along with the milkshake. She couldn't even remember the taste of his cum on her lips anymore, thank god.
"Why do I do what?" he asked her, smirking a bit. He knew what she was asking but he wanted her to say it.
"Why do you...use people as...toys?" She understood that Damon was...bad, but she wanted to know why. She was curious to how he had ended up this way, what had happened a long the way to cause him to live like this. Elena let out a soft sigh and turned to her shake, sipping at it.
"Because I enjoy it," he said simply. Katherine had done this to him, made him into a monster, used him, hurt him. And now, he was doing the same.
Elena held back her tears at his answer and focused on her meal, though she looked completely miserable and broken sitting across the table from him, trying to at least enjoy her food. When the waitress came back over to check on them, Elena stared up at her nervously, lifting a hand to wipe at her eyes, hoping the woman wouldn't catch on...but she eyed the girl strangely.
He caught the woman's eyes, taking her hand. "You saw nothing, leave now. Bring us dessert," he told the brown haired woman, compelling her.
She bit into her lip, watching the woman go, looking between her back and Damon, inhaling deeply, scared for a moment that he would suddenly punish her for what she couldn't help. Elena let out the breath she had been holding and went back to her food, eating quickly, trying to clear her plate.
"Relax, Elena, or I'll take you back to the warehouse. You were doing so good," he told her. "I was almost proud of you," he said, finishing off his BLT, moving onto the fries, which he dipped in his shake. "Here, try this," he offered her one.
Elena forced herself to relax, waiting for her breathing to even out before she reached out, taking the ice cream covered fry from him with a little thank you. She brought it to her lips and chewed it down, giving him a very small smile that she approved of it.
He was getting a bit bored with her, he wasn't even hurting her and she was whiny, normally he liked that. But there was something in her eyes that..caught him. And that bothered him, so he wanted to relax her. "If you be good for the rest of dinner, you may shower, and sleep in my bed tonight and I won't touch you for the rest of the evening. Let you get used to your new life," he told her.
"Okay," she told him softly just as the waitress came over with two slices of pie for them, setting the plates in front of the couple. Elena gave the woman a nervous thank you, watching her as she left again. Then the girl turned to Damon suddenly. "I have to go to the bathroom..." She swallowed and stared into his blue eyes.
"Can you be trusted to do that without running?" he asked, staring into her eyes. He didn't compel her, he'd let her make her own mistakes.
"It's not like I could escape you anyways," she whispered, standing up from the booth and heading in the direction of the bathroom, swinging her hips so the couple of other men in the diner noticed her. She didn't pay attention, Elena just focused on getting into the bathroom where she quickly did what she needed to do, then washed her hands and splashed her face with some rather. She found herself looking into the mirror, watching herself as tears rolled down her cheeks, minute after minute passing.
A few minutes had gone by and he was growing impatient. Time to see if she ran, he walked to the girl's bathroom, watching her in front of the mirror. "Tears again? You're much weaker than I thought," he told her, suddenly behind her.
Elena immediately turned around, wiping at her eyes to clear away her tears as much as she could manage. She backed up into the sink and stared at him, licking her dry lips, afraid of what he might possibly do. "Can you blame me? My life has been completely turned around in a matter of hours..." She waited for a moment then turned to the sink, splashing her face again to get rid of the redness of her face and the tracks of drying tears.
A very small..tiny, tiny part of him felt bad for her. She was so pathetic. "I told you that I would leave you be tonight, now, come along." He took her arm, not hurting her, just tugging her along to get her moving. "Shower is waiting."
She whimpered, but went with him, not wanting to make him angry, especially after how long she had taken in the bathroom. It was best to play things safe with this Damon and not try anything risky. "I...alright..."
It wasn't long before they were at his apartment, he showed her inside and to the shower. "Nothing stupid, remember?" he told her, shutting the door to the bathroom to leave her to her own vices. He stripped off his clothes, changing into a pair of bottoms to sleep in, pouring himself a nightcap before he laid in bed.
Once she was alone in the bathroom, she quickly stripped out of her clothes and tossed them into a pile on the floor, then pulled her hair back to examine the bite to her neck. She touched it and it stung a bit, causing her to wince. Right, don't play with the terrible looking vampire bite... Elena shook her head and got into the shower, turning up the temperature and letting herself enjoy it, the water washing away a bit of her pain and soreness from the night. When she was done, the girl grabbed one of the fluffy towels to dry herself with then wrapped it around her body, stepping out into the bedroom, brown eyes flicking over to Damon. "I need something to sleep in...," she told him, crossing over to the bed.
"Dresser is over there, find something," he said, waving his hand at the dresser. He sat up finishing his drink, sitting it on the night table as he slipped off the bed. "And as good as you're being, I don't trust you," he told her, turning her to look at him. "You will stay in this room until I tell you otherwise, and you will bring no harm to me, or yourself," he told her, compelling her to listen.
"I understand, Damon," she replied to him, blinking and giving a sigh, eyes running over his face before she turned away to rifle through the dresser. She picked out a t-shirt that would at least give her a bit of modesty and she blushed and swallowed, dropping the towel right there in front of him and slipping into the soft clothing, letting it drape over her curves.
He watched her closely, slipping into bed and pulling the covers to his chest, relaxing into his silk sheets. "Come to bed, Elena," he told her, waiting.
She turned and walked around to the other side of the bed, slipping beneath the covers, though she was careful to keep her body as far away from his as she could manage. He might not have trusted her, but she didn't trust him either. Elena turned her back to him and settled, her cheek pressed into a pillow, her eyes wide open.
Damon frowned, looking over at her. "Come here, Elena, if you are going to sleep in my bed, you will sleep with me. Not away from me," he said, putting his arm out for her to curl against him. She would learn soon enough where her place was.
Elena sighed, but soon rolled over and scooted close to the vampire, pressing herself into his side and carefully throwing a leg and an arm over him like she actually loved him as opposed to really wishing he would somehow fall on a stake. She rested her head on his arm, shifting under the covers a bit, more than glad he had sleep pants on instead of being naked. It was bad enough that she didn't have any bottoms on. "Better?"
"Much, now sleep, puppet. We have much to do tomorrow," he told her, playing with her hair a little, he was bored and since he was trying to keep his word, he chose to just keep his hands busy in her dark locks.
She wasn't really that tired--and who could blame her for not wanting to sleep when she was in bed with a psychopath--but she didn't want to tell him that, so Elena closed her eyes and acted like she was settling into sleep, her body going boneless against his own, breathing steady and even. Elena just wanted to forget what had happened earlier...how she had gotten herself into this mess.