Chapter Thirty

"Elena, do you have a minute?"

Elena stopped at his voice. She was walking through the kitchen, trying to find something, but she had suddenly forgot.

"Of course Stef. How are you feeling?""Better, since I know that kiss was planned by Damon. Although, watching you slap him, directly afterwards was pretty nice.""Well, thats Damon for you. Completely out of nowhere."

She lied, she could never tell him that she enjoyed it. That she wanted it and craved him like the air. In a world full of death and despair, she craved him like she craved blood.

They both laughed for a second.

"I thought we could go out tonight? Maybe see a movie?"

"Um, ya. Sounds great!" She did want to spend time with Stefan, but part of her, wanted to talk to Damon about the kiss. About how it made her feel. She knows how Damon felt about the kiss, and that made her smile for a second. Although, Stefan, thinking the smile was for him took it as his opening to kiss her.

When their lips met, she felt so different.

It wasn't like it once was.

What it used to be. She just assumed it was because she was a vampire now, and they hadn't been together since she was human.

Their lips moved in sync with eachother, as Stefan grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss. Ripping off his shirt, she threw Stefan against the wall, kissing his chest. Stefan turned her around. Pressing her body against the wall. Looking up at his face, she imagined Damon there, and kissed him harder. Faster. Ripping eachothers clothes off, Stefan put her on the counter. Looking into Stefan eyes, she knew what she wanted in that moment. She had missed this with him. His kisses, his touch. She needed this. She wanted him.

"Stefan, make love to me."Was all he needed to hear, and they were lost to eachother.

Upstairs, Alisha was packing to get ready, when she heard a noise down stairs. She wasn't a vamp, so she didn't have super vamp hearing. She rushed downstairs to see what was going on.

She ran in, then immediately wished she hadn't. Stefan and Elena were in the middle of something she didn't want to see. "Ew..."Was all that she said.

As she turned to run back out, she ran right into the chest of none other than Damon Salvatore. His eyes were stuck on the scene playing before him in the kitchen. Stefan had his hands all over Elena. His Elena. Wanting to throttle his brother for touching her, he didn't. He realized she wasn't his to be upset over.

He left the kitchen, and ran to the door. "Damon, don't. I know what you're gonna do, so just please don't."Alisha said, as his hand was placed, not moving in the door knob, he didn't want to think about it. Didn't have to. It wasn't like he had someone at home he had to be good for, so it wasn't enough to keep him around.

As Elena ran into the room to see what the problem was, with and confused Stefan trailing behind her, Damon took one look at her. She looked sad. But he didn't care. He turned to the door, and slammed it behind him. Damon was hurt. And what does Damon do when he's hurt?

He kills people.