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09 January 2011 @ 01:58 am
These Hard Times (4/?)  
Title: These Hard Times
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: Damon/Elena
Verse: Showverse
Summary: Katherine and Elena hear some disconcerting truths from one Damon Salvatore. Will it change anything? AU from 2.04 "Memory Lane"
Warnings: None unless you're a die hard Stefan fan. There's a character death in this chapter too.
Spoilers: I'll be cherry picking from season 2, so yeah, you should probably watch that first!
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Damon and Elena would have been together a LONG time ago!
Author's note: Sorry for the tardiness! Veering from canon is harder than I thought. LOL Enjoy!

Chapter Four

Katherine watched Elena leave the boardinghouse. She hated doing her own lurking, but Mason's stupidity had left her with little choice. She had been a fool to trust him. She thought she'd been very clear: no harm must come to the Salvatores. And what does that lunkhead do? Go tattling to the sheriff. For the first time, she was thankful for her doppelganger's martyr streak. Elena had run blind into a situation that could have gotten her killed, and she'd done it without hesitation. It was a selflessness that Katherine had never possessed. She believed in self-preservation above all else. It was how she'd gotten into this mess 500 years ago and now she was relying on her modern day human double to get her out of it.

Katherine felt nothing in abandoning Mason to his fate; she could always find another werewolf. What did piss her off was that she still didn't have the moonstone. Mason said he had it but he didn't trust her enough to had it over. Not that she could blame him really, but it was annoying all the same. She would have to get it another way; none that involved her doing any actual work, mind you. If Damon was as clever as Katherine thought he was, then the elder Salvatore would have his hands on the moonstone soon. Then Katherine would just take it back. She grinned. As annoying as Damon's obsession with her was, she did take a kind of perverse pride in how he had turned out. Until returning to Mystic Falls, Katherine thought she had managed to stamp down the pathetic, kind gentleman that Damon had been. For the last century and a half, he was the perfect hedonistic killing machine, taking what he wanted when he wanted it. Then along came Elena, the girl who looked just like her, but was so very, very different. Elena manged to see beyond the sarcastic, indifferent exterior and bring out the man. And the kicker was she didn't even realize it! It was just one more thing for Katherine to hate her for. Katherine did not like to share her toys.

Katherine felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out, glanced at the message and smiled. One more piece just fell into place.

 

Stefan heard Elena leave. She hadn't come back to say good night or anything she just...left. Well, that wasn't quite true. She'd said good night to Damon. Good night and a lot of other things. Stefan hadn't realized until that moment just how much he was relying on Elena's hatred of his brother to keep her. As long Damon was the “evil” brother, as long as he kept doing things to screw up, Stefan would always the safe – indeed the logical – choice. Deep down he'd always known it would just be a matter of time before Elena developed some kind of feelings for Damon. He'd just hoped it wouldn't have been so fast. But Stefan wasn't blind. He'd seen the tug they had on each other from the very beginning. It was like they were drawn to each other, like a satellite in a decaying orbit. Eventually they would collide. It was like trying to stop gravity.

Still, Stefan couldn't find it in his heart to be angry. Upset, disappointed and a wicked case of deja vu? Yes. But angry? Definitely not. It was a reflection of who Elena was. She was always willing to see the good in people, even some like Damon who did something seemingly unforgivable. It was one of the things he loved most about her. Elena's kindness and heart were so unlike Katherine. It was almost as if he'd been given a second chance and he swore that he wouldn't waste it.

But now it appeared that that second chance was slowly walking away from him. There was so much that Damon could give her that he couldn't and it scared the crap out of him that eventually Elena would figure that out. Damon was older, stronger and took a much more cynical and practical view of the world. He could see the big picture. When it came to protecting Elena physically, there was no one better suited to the task than Damon. He was willing to do whatever it took to ensure her safety and damn the consequences. Stefan thought about what happened that afternoon, about how physically weak he had been from the vervain and blood loss. Until he met Elena, he never considered how much diet affected him physically. The slightly decreased strength, the poor compulsion...all those things didn't matter because he had no reason to use them. But now? Recent events drove home just how ineffective he was in a crisis. For the first time ever, he found himself seriously contemplating ingesting human blood. Maybe he could do what Katherine did and slowly build up a tolerance. Or it could all blow up in face. Stefan knew the risks better than anyone. But he had to try. He owned Elena that. He couldn't bear it if anything happened to her. At least, that what he kept telling himself as he reached for the blood bag.

 

Damon didn't like this. At all. He'd intended on interrogating – and by interrogate, he meant torture – Mason alone. He didn't want or need an audience. Now, as he faced a tied and bound Mason, he had not one but two “helpers.” Alaric and Jeremy, of all people. Alaric made some sense; Damon trusted the history teacher not to flinch from the more unsavory aspects. But Jeremy? Elena's little brother made no sense. The younger Gilbert had insisted though. He said he wanted to help, although how he was going to do that was a mystery to Damon. So far all he'd managed to do was check Mason's restraints to make sure they were secure. They'd been at it for an hour and Damon's patience was wearing thin.

“For the fifty-seventh time, how do you know Katherine?”

“Don't know anyone named Katherine,” Mason said through gritted teeth.

“That's bullshit and you know it.”

“Believe what you want.”

“Elena heard you say that she looked just like her,” Alaric pointed out. “Now unless Elena has another doppelganger out there that we don't know about...”

Damon rolled his eyes. Clearly, Mason was going to need some...persuasion. Preferably of the painful variety. The wolf had tried to kill him, after all. Turnabout was fair play. He turned to Alaric. “Ric, hand me that glass.” It was filled with wolfsbane diluted in water; they'd learned about that particular werewolf allergy in Isobel's research. Damon didn't hesitate in pouring its contents down Mason's throat. The werewolf spluttered and gagged; Damon could see steam coming out of his mouth. Mason struggled fruitlessly against his bonds, but since it wasn't the full moon he didn't have the strength to break them.

“Let's try another tack. What are you doing back in Mystic Falls?”

“I told you,” Mason panted, “I'm back for my brother's funeral.”

“Funeral was a long time ago, why are you still here? Is this werewolf thing genetic?” Mason's silence spoke volumes.

“I know about the curse.”

Damon and Alaric both looked askance at Jeremy. Before either of them could ask, Jeremy continued, “Tyler said it's activated when you're responsible for someone's death.”

“Become chummy with the littlest werewolf, huh?” Damon asked. “I'm impressed, Jeremy.”

“Leave Tyler alone,” Mason said. “He's got nothing to do with this.”

“I think I'll be the one who decides that. Now since you're already of the furry persuasion, who did you kill?”

Mason didn't answer right away. It was clearly a subject that was still painful for him. Damon got the impression that before he was cursed, Mason had been a decent guy. Bit of a rebel – okay, maybe a wannabe rebel, he was a surfer, after all – but definitely not cut out for the family business. Now he was in way over his head and it was going to cost him more than he'd ever imagined.

“It was an accident,” Mason began. “I was in a bar minding my own business when this guy comes up to me wanting to know why I'd slept with his girlfriend. I'd never seen him before in my life. But he just kept at it...I got so angry...finally I punched him. We fought and...and...” He trailed off unable to finish.

“Wild guess...guy died, right?”

Mason nodded.

“Then what?”

“What do you mean, then what?”

“I didn't say it in Klingon, Lassie,” Damon spat.

Mason grimaced, then sighed. Damon had him and he knew it. “Katherine found me. She said it would be alright.”

Damon looked down at Mason with a sympathy that surprised him. It finally dawned on him who Mason reminded him of.

“Just when I thought you couldn't get anymore pathetic.”

“What?”

“Katherine found you? Just after you triggered the curse? Please tell me you are not that stupid.”

Mason continued to stare at him, completely dumbfounded. Damon rolled his eyes. “She played you. Hell, she's still playing you.”

“That's impossible. I love her,” Mason said. But Damon saw it in his eyes: doubt.

Damon scoffed. “You love her? Get in line. Once upon a time, I was you. She played you, just like she played me and probably every other idiot who's crossed her path. The question is what does she want?”

Mason chose that moment to become uncooperative. Again. “I don't know.”

“Are we really gonna do this song and dance again?”

“I'm not saying another word.”

“Fine, have it your way.”

Now that they'd reached the heart of the matter, they had to know what Mason knew. Katherine was back for a reason. Beside Elena, she needed something, something that she thought only Mason could get. In order to give Mason a little more incentive, Damon wandered over to the fireplace. He crouched in front of the fireplace and started rolling one of the pokers in the flames. He could hear Mason's audible gulp from across the room. In a flash, Damon was up and shoving the red hot poker into Mason's torso. The werewolf screamed in agony.

Alaric and Jeremy both gasped in horror. Alaric made no move to stop him, but Jeremy wasn't that smart. Damon felt the young man's hand on his shoulder. “It's too much, Damon! Stop.”

Damon turned his head. “Back away, Jeremy. You get one warning.”

Unfortunately, it seemed that stubbornness was a Gilbert family trait. Jeremy squared his jaw and gave Damon a fierce glare that reminded the vampire of his sister. “No.”

Damon's patience gave way. He abandoned his hold on Mason and had Jeremy against the wall in an instant. His arm was against Jeremy's throat. “Don't you get it, Jeremy?” Damon said fiercely. “This has to be done. That wolf knows something. Something that could save all our skins. The only reason we're still alive is because Kathereine needs us for something and until we know what it is, we're all in danger. Now either shut up or get out. Your choice.”

Damon released him and didn't stay to see what Jeremy did. A few moments later, he heard the front door open and close. He wasn't surprised. The kid wasn't ready for this sort of thing. Hell, if Elena found out Jeremy had been here, she was going to have a fit. However, Damon knew that if the Gilbert kids and their friends were going to survive the hell that was surely to come, then they were going to have to grow up.

Instead, Damon turned his attention back to Mason. “Am I going to need another poker or are you going to tell me what I want to know?”

Mason looked like he was about to pass out; he could barely hold his head up. “Kill me,” he whispered.

“Not until you tell me what Katherine wants.”

Mason nodded weakly. “Moonstone,” he ground out.

Damon quirked an eyebrow. “The one that she gave George Lockwood back in 1864?”

“Damon,” Alaric interrupted, “the moonstone is supposed to seal the curse, remember?”

Damon turned back to Mason. “Where is it?”

“In...the...old well.”

“That's all I needed to know.” Damon effortlessly reached into Mason's chest and yanked out his heart, killing the werewolf instantly. He turned and threw the bloody heart into the fire, watching it burn into nothing.

Eventually, Alaric spoke. “Damon...”

Damon faced his friend, unapologetic. “It's kill or be killed, Ric.”

“I know. I was going to ask if you wanted help disposing of the body.”

“Thanks.”

 

Elena was just getting home from visiting Bonnie when Jeremy came through the door. Her trip had been as fruitless as she'd feared, but Elena had a feeling they were going to need Bonnie's witchy abilities before long. Plus she wanted her best friend back; Elena missed Bonnie terribly. She needed her friend more than ever, but it didn't look like Bonnie's hatred of the Salvatores was going to be thawing any time soon.

When Elena caught sight of Jeremy, she was shocked at how green he looked. Her elder sister instincts immediately kicked in. She followed him into the kitchen. “What's wrong, Jeremy?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“You can't fool me, Jer. What happened? Where have you been all day?”

“Nowhere,” he said, a little too quickly. “Can we just drop it, Elena? Please?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, examining him critically. Other than looking kinda freaked out, he appeared fine. However, the feeling that he was hiding something nagged at her.

“Just tell me, Jer. I promise, I won't be mad.”

Jeremy got a glass of water and took a long drink. He seemed calmer. “I was at the boardinghouse.”

“Jeremy! I told you I didn't want you involved in this! What were you thinking?”

That seemed to galvanize him, he stood up straighter. “Elena, I have Uncle John's ring, nothing's going to happen to me! I'm not a kid!”

“Jeremy, that's not the point! You know as well as I do, that ring comes off. I can't lose you, Jer. I can't.” She paused, near tears. “That night...it was horrible. I don't want to ever go through that again, Jer.”

Jeremy hugged her tight. “You worry too much, Elena. Always have. I'll be fine.”

“I'm your big sister, Germ,” she said, using his childhood nickname for the first time in years. “I'm supposed to worry.”

Jeremy pulled away from her. “I know and I appreciate it. But you can't protect me from everything, Elena. You have to let me grow up.”

“Growing up doesn't include getting your neck snapped by a vampire.”

Jeremy's expression turned thoughtful. “Not normally. But, Elena, I don't think we're all that normal. Look at our family. They've been involved in this vampire stuff for generations. It's part of who we are. I don't want to sit back and ignore it.”

“Where'd all these wise thoughts come from?” Elena asked curiously. She'd never quite thought about it that way before.

Jeremy shrugged. “Not sure really. Just something I've been considering since...you know.”

Yes, Elena knew. She supposed in a weird way she had Damon to thank for this positive change in her brother. She'd never get the image of Jeremy lying lifeless on the floor out of her head, but she couldn't deny that Jeremy had been profoundly changed by the experience.

Her phone rang. The caller ID announced it was Stefan. “Hi, Stefan,” she said.

“We know what Katherine is after,” Stefan said without preamble.

“That's good, right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“So what, Stefan? Do I need to come over there? What's going on?”

“Damon...interrogated Mason. He said that Katherine is after the moonstone, the one she gave George Lockwood in 1864.”

Elena's brow furrowed. “When you say interrogated, you mean tortured, don't you?”

Stefan paused. “Yeah.”

“Stefan! Damon can't just go around torturing people! What if Mrs. Lockwood finds out? She's on the Council!”

“Mason won't be telling anyone, I promise.”

“What? How?” she began, then it dawned on her. Damon had killed Mason.

“Didn't Jeremy tell you?”

“Wait, Jeremy was there?!” It was too much. That's why Jeremy looked so green when he came home. This was definitely not a conversation to have over the phone, especially when the object of her wrath wasn't the one she was talking to. She hung up and headed for the boardinghouse.

Elena didn't bother to knock; she barraged through the huge wooden door and marched down the hallway. She heard Damon and Stefan arguing and headed in that direction. She was too angry to register what they were arguing about. Despite that, Damon's eyes locked with hers the moment she entered the room. Stefan noticed and wisely got out of the way. Without saying a word, she raised her arm and slapped Damon as hard as she could. He didn't flinch; he just stood there prepared to take whatever she wanted to dish out. His calm reaction caused her temper to flair again.

“How could you, Damon?”

“He had to die, Elena,” Damon said. “Did you want to test whether or not that werewolf bite thing was a myth?”

Elena was surprised her next words. “I'm not talking about Mason! How could you do that in front of Jeremy, Damon? After what you did, how could you...”

Damon looked at her quizzically. “I didn't kill Mason if front of Jeremy, Elena. He'd left long before that.”

“But Stefan said...” Then she realized that Stefan hadn't said, she'd just assumed based on Damon's past behavior. “What did happen then?”

Damon explained – in far more detail than Elena really wanted to know – what happened. She was surprised and glad that Damon had done as much as he could to protect him. That Jeremy hadn't listened until it was almost too late wasn't Damon's fault. Elena chose to focus on the problem at hand.

“Now what?” Elena asked. “Do we know where the moonstone is?”

“It's in a well on the old Lockwood property,” Stefan said. “Damon and I are going to go get it.”

“I'm coming with you.”

“We don't know what we're walking into, Elena,” Stefan said, clearly trying to discourage her. For her own good no doubt.

Elena rolled her eyes. “All the more reason for me to come, Mason may have made it vampire proof or something,” she pointed out. Stefan frowned.

“You heard the lady, Stefan,” Damon said with a smirk. “Let's get this show on the road.”

 

It didn't take them long to get to the old Lockwood property. Damon wasn't surprised that Elena insisted on accompanying them. She hated being left out of the loop. Her point about some sort of trap for vampires was a good one too, something he hadn't really considered. But it made sense; Mason clearly hadn't trusted Katherine enough to just give her the moonstone. There had to be some kind of trap designed to prevent Katherine from double crossing him. Selfishly, he wasn't going to complain about any time that Elena voluntarily spent in his general vicinity. It was something he'd never really expected to happen again, so he was going to enjoy it.

The crumbling old well came into view. The ground around it had relatively fresh tracks, someone had been there recently. Hopefully, the werewolf had been telling the truth; Damon couldn't have the satisfaction of killing him now if he wasn't. Damon looked around it carefully, it didn't appear to have anything amiss externally. When he looked down it, not even his vampire eyesight could cut through the dark pit. He could hear water down there, but that was it.

“I don't see anything,” Elena said, as she glanced down the well.

“I don't either,” he said quietly.

“So what now?”

“One of us is going to have to go down there.”

“I'll go,” Stefan said.

“No,” Damon said. “I'll go. Can't have anything happen to that oh-so-perfect coif now, can we?”

Before either Elena or Stefan could argue, Damon dove into the well. When he hit the water, pain like he'd never experienced seared across his skin. It felt like his skin was on fire. He surfaced coughing and spluttering. The pain was so overwhelming it bogged down his brain. Everything registered in slow motion. He caught sight of his hand and saw skin beginning to slough off. Eventually, the fact that the well was soaked in vervain surfaced. So did his screams of agony. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to die.

“Damon! Damon!” he heard. His waterlogged synapses recalled Elena's voice.

“Vervain,” he manged to call.

“Hold on, Damon! I'm coming to get you. Just hold on,” she called desperately.

There wasn't much else Damon could do. Every time he tried to move it just caused more pain. An eternity later – the difference between minutes and seconds had become irrelevant to Damon – he heard the scratch of a rope being slowly lowered into the well. Then Elena was beside him untying the rope from herself and wrapping it around him.

“Just a few more seconds,” she said, working as quickly as her human reflexes would allow. Whether she was saying it to him or to herself was a mystery. Her work finished, she called, “Pull him up, Stefan!”

Fresh pain blossomed as Damon was hauled up. The harsh rope dug into his marred skin soaking it in his blood. He focused instead on Elena's pained and worried expression. For the second time in two days, she was worried about him. Him, not Stefan. What did that mean?

 

Elena was alone in the dark, dank well. Damon's screams of agony still echoed in her ears. She shook her head, trying to focus. The vervain soaked water didn't affect her, but she wanted out of there as soon as she found the moonstone. It had to be down there. She felt along the slimy stone walls searching for any kind of shelf or outcropping or any kind of hiding place. Elena nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt something slither past her leg. Please don't let that be a snake, she thought desperately. She hated snakes. Ever since Jeremy had put one in her bed when she was six, she'd been deathly afraid of them. Elena redoubled her efforts to find the moonstone. She was beginning to think it was a wild goose chase when she felt a small leather pouch sticking out of the wall. She grabbed it and started groping blindly for the rope.

“Stefan!” she called. “I found it!”

She felt the snake again and panicked. She started kicking and splashing trying to keep as much distance between her and the snake as possible. Elena found the rope and quickly tied it around her waist.

“Pull me up, Stefan!”

A few agonizing seconds later, Elena felt the rope go taunt as she was hauled up toward the light. She also felt the snake lunge at her. Screaming, she batted it away and heard it fall into the water. Elena was still trembling in terror when Stefan pulled her carefully over the side. He was wearing gloves to protect his skin from the vervain that was now soaking her clothes and skin. Stefan took the moonstone from her and gently set her down on the ground. Gradually, her panic and anxiety passed. Then her eyes rested on Damon.

It was almost like he was a wax figure that had been out in the sun too long. Recognizable, but marred. Large patches of skin were missing. Even some of his thick dark hair was gone. His eyes were closed, but Elena could see the pain contorting his usually gorgeous features. She knelt next to him. When she tried to reach out to him, Stefan stopped her.

“You're covered in vervain, Elena,” he reminded her.

She pulled back her hand. “He's in so much pain, Stefan, I have to do something.”

“I know, I've called Caroline. She's bringing some blood.”

“If I wash my arm, can he have mine?” she asked.

Stefan frowned. Elena could tell he didn't like her suggestion, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to let Stefan influence her decisions anymore; they weren't together, if she wanted to give Damon some of her blood to ease his pain, then she would. She probably would even if she and Stefan were still together. It hurt her to see someone else hurting, especially when she could do something about it.

“I don't think that's a good idea, Elena.”

She rounded on him. “Why? The vervain is on my skin not in my bloodstream. It can't hurt him.”

“He's in a bad way, Elena. He could hurt you.”

“No, he won't. I trust him.” Admitting that was big. She knew how Damon felt about her. She knew he loved her. He could never hurt her on purpose. She'd wanted to do this yesterday in the Lockwood basement, but Alaric had given her an alternative. This time there was no alternative. She was the only available blood source; it was a risk she had to take. “Look, Caroline will be here soon, right? And you're here, Stefan. If he takes too much, you can pull him off. I can't let him suffer, you know that.”

Elena didn't wait for him to answer her. She hurried over to the water bucket that Stefan had doused Damon with and plunged her arms in. Quickly, she attempted to wash the vervain off up to her elbows. She only hoped it was enough. Again, Elena knelt next to Damon. She picked up his head and placed her wrist against his mouth. For a few long seconds, nothing happened. Then she saw him begin to stir.

“That's it, Damon. I'm here. Drink. It's okay,” she said.

She didn't know if he heard her, but she saw the change come over him. The area around his eyes went dark and vein-y. His mouth opened revealing his elongated incisors a split second before they pierced her skin. She expected it to hurt as it had when she'd done this for Stefan; she was surprised that it didn't. There was the initial sting when he cut into her flesh but then she felt...content. It was unlike anything she'd felt before. She felt incredibly...close to him, if that makes any sense. It was like he'd crawled up inside her and made himself at home, like he belonged there. It confused the hell out of her, but she didn't – couldn't – fight it.

Before she knew what was happening, Stefan was forcefully pulling her away. She cried out in protest, but Stefan shushed her. “Caroline's here, Elena.”

Elena watched numb, as Caroline gave Damon a fresh blood bag. Groggily, Damon cut into it with his teeth and greedily drank it down. Caroline handed him another and started to guide him back to the boardinghouse. Stefan turned to Elena.

“Elena, are you alright?”

It took her a moment to regain her focus. “Yeah, Stefan, I'm fine.” She felt a little light headed but other than that, physically she was fine. Emotionally, she was confused as hell and felt strangely empty, like she was missing a part of herself.

“You look a little pale, I should take you home.”

“Okay.”

Elena knew that despite her blood loss and exhaustion, she would not be having a restful night. She was so distracted by what happened with her and Damon, that she never noticed Stefan staring at her open wound hungrily.

 

 

 

 
 
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damon_s_86damon_s_86 on January 9th, 2011 07:37 pm (UTC)
Wow. so much is going on I wonder where you're taking this?
michellemtsu: Damon Salvatoremichellemtsu on January 9th, 2011 08:09 pm (UTC)
I hope that's a good wow and not a bad wow! lol As for where I'm going, you'll just have to wait and see! :D
damon_s_86damon_s_86 on January 10th, 2011 03:34 am (UTC)
Its a very good wow!
michellemtsu: Ian Somerhaldermichellemtsu on January 10th, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)
I hoped it was! :D
damon_s_86damon_s_86 on January 10th, 2011 05:33 am (UTC)
:p never doubt your genius.
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michellemtsu: Daon/Elena - USTmichellemtsu on January 10th, 2011 04:22 am (UTC)
Thanks! Better late than never, I say. :)
traciaknowstraciaknows on January 10th, 2011 02:03 pm (UTC)
Great update! Interesting choicehaving Damon go into the well. I'm looking forward to where you go next!
michellemtsu: Time Lord Victoriousmichellemtsu on January 10th, 2011 06:40 pm (UTC)
I'm kinda over the Saint Stefan bit, so that scene was just a consequence of it. lol Glad you liked it!
ambling_about: leather jacket kirkambling_about on January 10th, 2011 05:55 pm (UTC)
“He had to die, Elena,” Damon said. “Did you want to test whether or not that werewolf bite thing was a myth?”
Elena was surprised her next words. “I'm not talking about Mason!

^^I don't know why I love that particular little bit so much, but I do. She's never had much trouble accepting what Damon is, while Stefan is constantly horrified. And Stefan is on the blood bags, hmm? I can't wait to see what's coming up next. The well scene was just greatness. :)
michellemtsu: Damon/Elena - Near Missmichellemtsu on January 10th, 2011 06:38 pm (UTC)
I love when people give me their favorite bits. lol I'm fond of the moment too. :)

PS I love when you comment because I get to see your awesome Kirk/Pike icon. It makes me smile! :)
ambling_aboutambling_about on January 10th, 2011 06:53 pm (UTC)
When I have a favorite bit (well, more favorite than others lol) I have to share! I love that icon too! I'm very late to the awesomeness that is Star Trek, but I'm trying to make up for lost time. I also have another icon when Kirk is getting a shot from Bones (my default cause I <3 it so). All the boys in that movie are just too yummy. Glad I made you smile cause your story totally makes me grin! :)
michellemtsu: Comic Reliefmichellemtsu on January 10th, 2011 07:15 pm (UTC)
I've been a Trekkie all my life. I adore the reboot. I agree, the boys are very yummy! :)
ambling_about: are you out of your vulcan mindambling_about on January 10th, 2011 07:26 pm (UTC)
Oh cool! See, I grew up watching the original series (I had an uncle who's an avid fan of all things space, I also watched a lot of Dr. Who with him), but none of the Next Generation and I think only the first few movies. So I've got to work on that! Would you mind if I friended you so I could see when you update? I was a little late on this one, lol! I'm afraid I'm not too terribly interesting, my LJ is just what's going on. I used to have one a few years ago, but lost the password, so I'm getting back in the swing of things. :)
michellemtsu: David Tennant - Doctormichellemtsu on January 10th, 2011 08:26 pm (UTC)
Friend away! :)
~ danika jaidyn ~: corsetpersephone_20 on January 13th, 2011 07:29 am (UTC)
Oooh, a long bit. I really love a long bit, and this is just going from strength to strength!! More more more.

It was like he'd crawled up inside her and made himself at home, like he belonged there.

This line makes me think of the song Bloodstream that was playing when Damon kissed Katherine-who-he-thought-was-Elena at the end of season one. Simply beautiful, hon. I really love the depth you're bringing to this fic.
michellemtsu: Damon/Elena - I Need You Safemichellemtsu on January 13th, 2011 12:47 pm (UTC)
All I can do is say thanks. *hugs*
katiebug78: VD Damon fistskatiebug78 on January 17th, 2011 10:43 am (UTC)
Oooh - I just discovered this fic and it's FABULOUS! Loving it and cannot wait to see how it goes...
michellemtsu: Damon/Elena - I Need You Safemichellemtsu on January 17th, 2011 12:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you're enjoying it so far! :)
katiebug78katiebug78 on January 18th, 2011 12:20 am (UTC)
And BOY do I love your icon!
brightstarmarabrightstarmara on February 24th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
Yes! I think it's great that you had Katherine thinking about Mason and bout him going after the brothers. There is no way Katherine woudl; have wanted that and the show didn't adres it at all!

I agree with your story having Katherine checking up on the boys over the years. She would have wouldn't she, because she is probably proud of being their maker!

What I'm not so sure about it your Stefan not being really angry at Elena showing feelings towards Damon. I'm not sure at all that Stefan would be so selfless that he would just accept it. I think he's too selfish not to be really really mad at Damon (at least).

LOVED that your Stefan is not getting Elena's blood. It's always bothered me how he rubbed Damon's face in that little fact while they were driving together... It also made Elena's bond so much stronger with Stefan that it means Damon stands even less of a chance.

“I didn't say it in Klingon, Lassie,” Damon spat. This made me laugh soooo hard! Damon as a closet Trekkie ;) The fact that Alaric just wanted to help get rid of the body andwasn't trying to judge Damon was also really funny!

The fact that you had Damon going into the well makes a lot of sense to me. More than it being Stefan. I know the show wants Stefan to be good and brave, but I'm not sold on it. Your way makes more sense. What made me pause though is that you had Elena discuss with Stefan if she could give Damon blood. You probably meant to have Elena wonder if it was safe (with the vervain), but at first it made me think she was asking for Stefan's permission.

The way you described Elena giving Damon her blood...wow. Really gorgous. She felt incredibly...close to him, if that makes any sense. It was like he'd crawled up inside her and made himself at home, like he belonged there. Unbelieveably beautiful wording! Well done on that. It made me feel like I was there and it does seem like who I would imagine she would feel. Reminds me of the song on the show during the kissing scene...

*off to read the rest!*

michellemtsu: Damon/Alaricmichellemtsu on February 24th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)
Goodness! You're starting to make me nervous. I hope you like the rest as much. *hides*
brightstarmara: Vintage Damonbrightstarmara on February 24th, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)
*smirks* I still haven't learned the art of short comments!
michellemtsu: Damon Salvatoremichellemtsu on February 24th, 2011 08:47 pm (UTC)
Long comments are good. I'm just not used to people being as effusive with their comments! :)
brightstarmarabrightstarmara on February 24th, 2011 08:50 pm (UTC)
Well, you take time to write and post. If I love reading a story, I want to take the work seriously ;)

LOL I had to look up what effusive means. I'm not english, so sometimes I need to look things up;)
deezy_y: Damondeezy_y on May 6th, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
Ohoh...the last line could definitely be called ominous. I love this story! :D
michellemtsu: Damon/Elena - Near Missmichellemtsu on May 6th, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm hoping to start updating this story again soon. I've been battling a wicked case of writer's block. :(
deezy_y: Damon irresistabledeezy_y on May 6th, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC)
I'll be sending good vibes your way! :D