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- Sequel to Fifty Shades of Salvatore. Being with Damon Salvatore, a powerful vampire isn’t Elena’s only problem this time around in their epic love story.
Fifty Shades Bloodier
The thumping of the bass blowing out of the speakers made her body sway. With an ice cold drink in her hand and not caring for once in her life, she let her smile beam from ear to ear.
Never going back to that stuffy building and being reminded of all the awful memories of Klaus Mikaelsen, his sister, and being thrown into a job without warning made her feel free. The constant reminder of Damon lingered in the back of her mind, but she knew she could risk a few more hours before getting the wrath of him. He would surely be pissed by her decision and how sudden it was. His voice floated in her head already, as she knew how he would react and exactly what he would say.
“I think you’ve had enough.” Matt shouted over the noise and discarded the beer from her hand.
“Hey!” She yelled. “I paid for that.”
“And I’m cutting you off.” He replied. “I’ll call Caroline to come get you.”
Pouting and glaring at the crowd that was now gathering inside the grill, she brushed her hair off her face. Her cheeks were warm and her eyes were fuzzy. The sensation that numbed her body was perfect and she didn’t want to leave this state. Alcohol seemed like the solution to avoiding the dreaded conversation with Damon. Pulling out her phone from her purse, she checked it. Still nothing. Her inbox and voicemail were empty. She was sure he would have somehow got wind of her abrupt departure from the office earlier, but nothing indicated that he had. It was going close to over 36 hours since she had last seen or talked to him. Maybe he was being held up in his office or maybe he was avoiding their talk just as much as she was. Deep down she sensed Damon knew fully well that they had gone down the path too fast, too soon.
She loved him more than anything and that was the problem. She fell for the one man she could not have.
Fifty Shades Bloodier
When being pinned against the wall and held by the throat, most people would panic and struggle. The fear would set in of pain or worse, death. Pleading for your life or self defense immediately kicks in, but this wasn’t the case. Katherine displayed a smirk of pleasure, as Damon held her against her will. Her big brown eyes were full of life waiting for him to make his next move. She was thoroughly enjoying his unexpected arrival that resulted in this.
“Go ahead,” she taunted him. “You know you want to. Kill me.”
What was he waiting for? She could find something to pierce her hollow heart with if he was ready to end this game. It was that simple and Katherine was welcoming it. But that was her whole plan. Inviting death was more likely to keep her alive than pleading for her life. She was smart, conniving, and seductive, everything Damon had informed her of. Elena understood the full potential of Katherine. She was much more than a threat. She was competition.
Her eyes gleamed with promise as Damon stared her down. The veins in his neck and the arm holding her up were defined. His jaw was locked and his blue eyes were wide. From her point of view, he looked like he was ready to end this as well.
“Do it.” Elena spoke up.
His glance toward her was quick and irritated. Katherine’s smirk grew. “Yeah Damon, do it.” She mocked her plea. “Show Elena the real version of you. Show her how easy it is for you to kill.”
Gasping and choking, Katherine laughed as he tightened his fingers around her neck. He was torturing her, but he wasn’t killing her. His vampire mask was painted on his face. The two sharp pearly white teeth were exposed and his blue eyes were now blood red. He hissed at her and she grasped his arm.
“That’s it.” Katherine said.
“Get the fuck out!” Damon growled throwing her to the ground.
Chapter 16 “The Return” (x) Please like and reblog. Leave your thoughts in my inbox.
Fifty Shades Bloodier
AN: The first half of the chapter is a flashback of Damon encountering Katherine at his house. The second half is Damon going to Elena’s house.
Every ounce of his non-human blood froze. His muscles were stiff and his gaze was locked upon the beautiful disaster. This moment had been a long time coming. Her return was inevitable, but why now? Why after all this time did she seek him out? Only one thought was plausible, Elena.
He was ready to pounce and snap her neck. He wanted to take a carefully carved stake with her name on it and plunge it into her heartless chest. With every instinct to be the predator, he knew he was more like the prey. Cornered and stuck, Damon let the overwhelming thick air that surrounded her engulf him. The hold she had on him was still there even after more than a century.
“You know hatred really isn’t a good look on you, Damon.” She dropped one of her hands from her hips.
“What are you doing here?” He asked coyly.
A soft chuckle and an ominous smirk spread upon her porcelain skinned face. “No hello. No hug. I thought after all these years at least we could put the past behind us.” She indicated.
The past was the past, but it haunted him. It had done so since the moment he woke up in a state of confusion and hunger. From the realization of how wrong he had been about Katherine and how manipulated his feelings had become, he loathed her. His choice to continue instead of perish had been his own, but the influence of Katherine played a major role.
Fifty Shades Bloodier
With her head in her hands, Elena sighed. “You can do this.” She spoke to herself. Her fingers spread bringing in the view of the haunting office that once belonged to her scumbag boss, Klaus Mikaelsen. She quickly closed them and moaned to herself, “Who am I kidding?”
The confidence she had was about the size of a peanut. She was nowhere near ready for this responsibility. At the rate she was going, she would have premature grey hairs protruding from her thick brown locks very soon. Stress was ensuing at the thought of trying to handle a single task. Where was the idea of dipping your toes in the water before going head first?
It could all be summed up into two words or more like a name: Damon Salvatore.
His notion to take control of a situation and lack the ability to be considerate was normal. He had all the confidence in the world that she was fully capable of handling this. Even his team representatives agreed upon this decision, which she still had a hard time believing was done willingly. She was young, inexperienced, and a victim of sexual assault by the previous owner. How could that possibly send the message of being a candidate? It didn’t. Damon was one hundred percent behind this. All she hoped for was no repercussions, but that wasn’t likely. She already had enemies ready to pounce when the time was right.