Story: Fatal Attraction (Rewrite) : A dark and mad love
Chapter 1: 'How we met!'
One always wants the love that is perfect despite knowing that nothing is perfect. When we ourselves are not perfect how can we expect love to be?
Damon Salvatore, age 25, a raven haired extremely handsome man with a height of 5'10', a well-toned body. He hated flights. His face was expressionless as he tossed his passport to the officer who checked it.
"I will get your luggage," Mason said as he left.
He headed through the customs, two bodyguards following him to his much annoyance. After all the formalities he was finally now in the arrival hall.
"Butch, get me a coffee," he ordered without looking up, switching on his phone.
"Yes,Sir,"
"Mum! For Goodness sake…I can't go out with Sammy. I have a BOYFRIEND," he heard a girl whine in a loud tone further away.
"Oh…yeah! If you have a boyfriend…then how come I haven't seen him in my fifteen days visit? You're still stuck on Matt," he heard a sharp voice reply.
"Matt and I are friends and you hadn't seen him because he is…he is busy, you did talk to him, didn't you."
"I'm still convinced it was Tyler, you and Caroline are trying to trick me again,"
"Mum, he is on a business trip. He will be back today. I am so sorry that you have to leave on the same day he is gonna come…he really wanted to meet you,"
"Then why don't I stay back-, "
"Of course not. Dad is sick. You should be with him right now."
"Elena… Honey please…I am your mother…I know when you're lying! I don't want no more excuses you are going to call Sam, he is such a good boy."
"Oh. I just got a text from my boyfriend. He says he's here." Elena attempted to lie again, desperate now.
"Elena stop."
"There he is," the girl squealed excitedly.
Damon looked up, looking at the girl, running toward him and before he knew it, her lips crashed with his. His eyes widened. Before he could even react she pulled away, pecking on his lips again.
"Baby! You're early. Didn't you say your flight was gonna land an hour later? Oh I missed you so much. By the way, this is my mum." She said fast, gesturing at the lady who was coming toward them, still uncertain.
"I…" he didn't know what to say. He was sure he hasn't seen her in his life. Because if he had, he would never have forgotten her face.
Standing in front of him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her hair was long, wavy, and brown, falling brilliantly over her chest. The girl's face was beautiful, with large dazzling chocolate brown eyes and kissable cherry lips. She was stunningly gorgeous, like a goddess. She smiled sweetly at him, dazzling him.
She hugged him, tightly. "Just play along, please. This woman is my mom and she'll never let me hear the end of it otherwise," she whispered in his ear. "Please." she pleaded.
"See, mom! I told you I had a boyfriend. This is Brady."
"Damon." he corrected.
"Damon, I call him Brady. You know… silly nicknames." She ranted nervously.
"Nice to meet you Damon. I am sorry, actually Elena here told me repeatedly that she did have a boyfriend but I didn't believe her. What with everything that happened with Matt." Elena's mother said in a sweet tone, hugging him.
"Nice to… Nice to meet you too…Mrs,"
"Gilbert," Elena said.
"Mrs. Gilbert." he completed.
"See…Mum. I told you! My boyfriend isn't imaginary…" Elena said as she flipped her hair.
"Yeah…I wish I met you sooner. Unfortunately, I need to go back, her father is ill. But I do hope you visit us in Christmas with Elena," her mother said with a sweet smile.
"I… uhh-," he stumbled for words.
"Of course, mom. Damien, and I will visit soon." she said.
"Damon" he corrected looking at her.
"Whatever" she whispered, glaring at him.
And before her mom could further interrogate her "boyfriend".
"Mom, last call for your flight. You should hurry or you will miss it like the last time." Elena said rushing to her mother's side picking up a bag.
"Damon. It was nice meeting you at least now I know she wasn't lying about the boyfriend part. See you on Christmas then…bye." Her mother said sweetly.
"I will be back in a while, babe," the girl, Elena said with a warm smile. A kind and thankful smile. A smile he had not been offered in a long long time. His heart skipped a beat.
Damon returned a nervous smile. She mouthed "Thank you" as she left. He noticed that she dropped something. A library card. He bent down to pick it up. He was about to call her but he noticed she was already at the exit.
"See! I told you he isn't imaginary like my childhood friend Jimmy," he heard her say to her mum.
"What just happened?" his bodyguard mumbled.
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"So then, mum wasn't convinced. Do you know what I had to do to convince my mum that I was already seeing someone? I run toward the first guy I see and kiss him, the guy was so shocked he couldn't even talk, Damien or Raymond whatever his name was. I told mum he was my boyfriend. Thank God...the guy didn't blew it," Elena finished.
"I can't believe you kissed a stranger, Elena. But btw did Miranda buy it?" Caroline asked.
"Yup! She believes I am dating Raymond. So now she will stop pestering me about dating her best friend's son," Elena said as she closed her books and laid on her bed.
"I thought you said his name was Damien" Caroline said.
"Well. Damien or Raymond, that guy was H.O.T," Elena said giggling.
"I can't imagine his reaction, when you introduced him to your mother." Caroline added with a laugh.
"He freaked out…" Elena said in between giggles.
"Elena Gilbert you vixen! You might have scared the guy for life." Caroline said.
"Relax…I hardly doubt he would be thinking about it now…" Elena replied.
"So…Shopping tomorrow?" Caroline asked.
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Damon had been thinking about the brunette girl all day. She was every guy's wet dream. She had a girl-next-door persona. He could still feel the warmth of her lips. The way current ran through his whole body at her slightest touch. He couldn't get her out of his mind.
As he held her library card looking closely at her picture. Something came over him, he wanted to see her again.
"Bennett." he called loudly.
In about a minute a dark haired girl entered his office. She had a serious look on her face as she walked toward his work table.
She stood there waiting for an order.
"I want you to find every detail about this girl" he said as he pushed the card across the table toward her. Bonnie's eyes narrowed as she picked up the card, examining it.
"Elena Gilbert." she said.
"What did she do?" she added, uncomfortably. The girl in the picture didn't look like she could have any connection with the type of people they were.
"None of your damn business. I need all her details by tomorrow night" he spat.
"Sure." Bonnie nodded, obediently.
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"I tried to talk sense into that guy but he won't just listen. Site 24 is our area, yet the owner of the club refuse to cooperate with us…" Mason stated, sitting in front of Damon.
He sighed and interlocked his fingers, closing his eyes. "See. Mason. When I tell you to do something, I want it done, No matter what!" Damon said in a cold tone.
"I think we might need to pay them a visit, remind them who owns this city." his friend, Elijah suggested.
"Yes, we need to refresh fear in their minds. We need to terrify them, remind them that they are just puppets." he said more to himself then others.
"Fine. What was the name of the owner again?" he asked.
"Shane"
"Humph…Let's pay him a visit then."
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"Yes,Jer. I'm taking my medicines." Elena spoke on phone. "No. I don't feel any headaches."
"Well. It's fine if that's the case." Jeremy said as he hung up. "Take care, sis."
"Jer again?" Caroline asked as she put on the lipgloss.
"Yeah."
"Such a good brother. He calls you like ten times a day. You guys are too close." Caroline said.
"Well. He's still scared ever since I got my headaches back."
"We all are. Do you think it's because-,"
"No. I'm fine. I know." Elena replied.
"Well. Okay. Eww. What are you wearing? You're not going to club dressed like that!" Caroline rolled her eyes. "When was the last time you got laid?"
Elena bit her lip.
"Get in there. Change now."
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"Andrew and Butch! You stay here. Mason, Elijah, Brock and Kevin, you will be going with Damon," Rose his PA instructed.
Rose handed him his pistol. He pulled back the slide of the gun without a bit effort. He had done this a hundred times before. He was the uncrowned king of this state. Going personally to kill just a worthless club owner was waste of his time but sometimes the Lion needed to come out of den personally and roar to show who the king of the jungle was. How dare that worthless man refuse to cooperate, Damon's pride was wounded.
Attentive. Ready. The darkness inside him roared. He walked toward the elevator to deal with the person who defied him. He was ruthless. Merciless. Once upon a time he tried to run away from darkness but now this darkness defined him.
Once upon a time, he wanted nothing to do with this power. But he was born for this. He was born to become a Don. His father was the King of Mafia before him. And before his father, his grandfather was the Don. Nothing could ever pull him out of this dark world. It was in his blood.
But it looked like fate had other plans.
There she was, dancing on the floor, pretty lights falling over her face. Elena Gilbert. She looked so pure. So innocent. There was a light in her eyes. Her radiance blinded him. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad.
He wanted to watch her all day. He wanted hear her laugh. She was so beautiful. Her long brown hair, her sun kissed skin, her long legs. If there was any God then she was his master piece.
Her childish giggles brought a smile on his face. She was dancing with her friend. A blonde girl was dancing with her but she didn't attract him like the chocolate hair girl did.
"Damon…" Elijah's voice brought him back to reality.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Plan abandoned. Leave right now. We'll do it some other day."
Elijah stared at him for a second unsure, and then shrugged before walking away with Brock and Mason. "Should I stay with you?" Kevin asked.
"No, you should go too" he said slightly irritated to be interrupted again.
"But Mr. Salvatore ordered us not to leave you alone in any circumstances…" Kevin said, slightly afraid of his boss's reaction.
"Fine. Kevin…just stay here…wait…where is she?" he said scanning for the girl.
"Who?"
"There she is…" he said absentmindedly following the brunette girl who was heading toward the bar.
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He followed them, slowly. It was as if some unknown force was pulling him toward her. He noticed the girl, Elena laugh at something the blonde girl said. He instantly smiled. Somehow, seeing her laugh made him smile. He saw the blonde girl whispering something in Elena's ear. She stiffened. Did they noticed he was following them? She looked behind, frowning now. Elena whispered back in her blonde friend's ear, the blond girl nodded in reply and went over toward an empty table. Elena walked over to the counter.
"One sex on the beach please," She ordered.
"You will have to wait about three minutes" the woman on the counter replied.
Damon looked around, spotting his bodyguard on the door of food court. He scanned for Elena's friend and found her missing from her table. She might have gone to bathroom or something. He gulped. Why was he so nervous? He had a fair share of sexual partners and relationships, yet he never felt this nervous.
"Grow a pair, Salvatore." he mumbled to himself, mustering up all his courage and walking toward the brunette girl who had been on his mind for the past twenty four hours. He didn't even know what he wanted to say to her. As if some external force was pulling him towards her.
He was now near her. Her fragrance hit him. The very smell of her was intoxicating. Man, What was with this girl. He tapped her shoulder. He had expected her flinch or just shout at him for stalking her. What he didn't expect was the drink thrown at his face.
"Oh My God.!" the girl gasped.
His eyes widened. Why the fuck did she do that for?
"I am so so so SORRY. Actually my friend's ex boyfriend had been following us all day and she was a bit disturbed so I was just thinking about him and when you tapped my shoulder I thought that now he was harassing me too…I am so terribly sorry…I swear…" she rambled on, eyes filled with concern and guilt.
Had it been anyone else, he would have knocked him or her down. But every violent thought from his mind vanished as she chattered.
"Are you Ok?" she said, noticing his dazed looks.
"Yeah. I am fine," he said. Suddenly he noticed his bodyguard sprinting toward them, probably to punish the girl for the crime of disrespecting him. He was after all the Don of mafiaso. He glared at Kevin, past her shoulder, ordering him with his eyes to back off.
Kevin halted, understanding the signs.
"I am really sorry. I really thought you were someone else…" she said earnestly.
"It's…it's okay" he replied.
"Let me help you clean up." she offered.
"Sure…" he replied. Not even bothering to turn down her offer once out of formality. She led him to a side. Pulling out tissue from her bag. She offered him tissues to wipe of drink from his face. He accepted. She took out some more tissue papers and hesitantly reached him, wiping drink stains off his shirt. He closed his eyes, feeling her hands touching his chest, it gave him the peace and content, he always longed.
Her hair curtained her face from him. He slowly removed the hair strands from her face and placed them behind her ear looking into her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking uncomfortable.
"I am sorry, Elena." he said with a shock, realizing his actions just now.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, looking shocked, pulling her hands away, creating a little gap between them.
"Well… I should know that since I am your boyfriend." He said, with a smirk.
Funny, how he couldn't get her out of his mind for a single second and she didn't even remember him.
"Excuse Me?" she spat.
He noticed her features covered with anger and the next second her features softened as she recognized him.
"Oh God… you're that guy aren't you? uhh…Raymond?" she said as a childish smile broke on her face.
"What? No…My name isn't even close to that… I'm Damon…" he said. " Wow! Just Wow! I couldn't get her out of my mind for a single second and she doesn't even remember my name," he thought.
"Oh…Damon! Hi…I am Elena…Elena Gilbert" she said, extending her hand.
He held her hand , bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckle lightly. "I know!" he said. She blushed.
"I guess I have two things to apologize for now…I am sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't have done that and thank you for not exposing me in front of my mum." She said with a smile.
"Yeah. Well… you're always welcome, Elena." he replied with a smirk, eyeing her.
"and I am sorry for what I did…throwing drink and all...It was totally rude of me." She added.
"What are you… who is he?" her blonde friend appeared out of nowhere.
"This is Damon…the guy from the Airport. Damon, this is my best friend Caroline Forbes." Elena said chirpily.
"I thought you said his name was Raymond," Caroline said.
Damon fake smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Damon and what the hell happened to your shirt?" she said extending her hand while eyeing him, noticing him covered with drink. He casually shook her hand.
"It was me."
"You should make it up to him." Caroline said, noticing his interest in her friend. Playing matchmaker was in her blood.
"Uh. Yeah sure."
"How about a dance?" He asked her looking in her eyes. He was so lost, it was like it was only them in the club and no one was around.
Elena smiled. "Okay."
"He's so hot." Caroline whispered in her ear. "Enjoy your night."
Elena hid her smile.
She offered her hand to Damon that he took gladly.
He took her to the dance floor and gave her a spin. She squealed, enjoying the sudden move.
He pulled her close, his hands tightly around her waist.
"You're a good dancer." She complemented with a giggle.
He dipped her before pulling her up to face him. "I hadn't danced in ages so this isn't my best game."
Holding her close, he maneuvered her slowly on the floor with an easy grace that melted her bones. "So what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone."
"I'm not alone. I'm with my friend." She replied, dancing, following his footsteps.
"Umm. Don't mind that question but are you gay?" He asked, biting his lowerlip.
She let out a chuckle. "No, I'm not."
"Then how are you still single?"
"I'm always busy."
"Thank God for that," He said with an amused expression.
"Why would you say that?" Elena asked, biting her lower lip.
"Well." He gave her a spin and pulled her to him. "Because then I wouldn't be able to do this with you,"
"I see."
"You've been on my mind ever since that day," He pulled her closer. She felt her breathe stuck in her throat as she stared at him.
His eyes lowered to her lips, looking at them eagerly.
She closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and then pressed her lips to his.
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He held her against the wall and kissed her deeply with such passion that she felt her heart would stop.
He took her mouth, playing with her lips, teasing her with tiny licks of his tongue until her hands came up and tangled in his hair, yanking on it to drag him closer. She opened her mouth under his, the thrill of his kisses making her lose control.
But then he stopped, slowly, his lips still pressed against hers though.
Confusion marred her face over the fact that he had stopped kissing her. He now seemed content to stroke the hair from her face. The look in his eyes was still one of longing and her confusion increased. She opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger over her lips, looking at her as if she was an angel. "Touch me?" He whispered.
"Where?" She asked, confused.
"Anywhere." His voice filled with raw need.
He drew her hand lower and splayed the fingers so that open palm caressed his skin.
She began moving her hand to explore him.
"You're so beautiful, Elena. So so beautiful. I have never seen anyone like you." He slowly turned them and then moved her back to the bed.
He crawled on top of her, kissing every inch of her skin, dropping his face in the curve of her neck, nuzzling her face.
What was she? He felt at peace, like this was what he had wanted all along.
And the nights passed in the blur, as for the first time after a long while he didn't just fuck someone, he made love to someone.
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When he woke up, he found her gone from the bed. He looked around to find a note.
"Thank you for last night. I don't know about you but it was special for me.
Take care,
Elena.
P.s: I did remember your name, I was just pretending to forget because I didn't want to seem too eager."
He should be happy that she left because this was the best he could get from a girl like her. He never did long term things not with good girls anyway so in a way he should be glad that he didn't have to do the awkward night's over please leave conversation but he wasn't happy.
It was this better this way. He tried to tell himself. She slept with a mob Don, she'd shit herself if she found out that. But his heart wouldn't surrender.
She made him feel inner peace, something that he thought was nothing but a myth.
She was something else. She was special. And he wanted her at any cost.
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"Elena, do you know the club that went to, yesterday. Well, this morning the owner of that club was killed. Can you believe that!" Caroline told her.
"Oh my god."
"Yes. It's said that he was involved in a tiff with the mob people and they had him killed. The don did it himself."
"Oh dear lord." Elena gasped. "That's terrible."
"Oh, how much I hate criminals." Caroline muttered. "After I pass my bar, and become a lawyer, I'm going to make sure I have them all either hanged or send them off to electric chair. These fucking monsters…,"
"Care, why do you always talk like that."
"Lena, they can't be redeemed."
"We should hate the sin, not that sinner."
"You have your own perspective and I have mine." Caroline huffed.
Elena was about to reply but she suddenly felt as if the
world around her blurred, became fuzzy as if a mist had encompassed her.
"Elena… Lena." Caroline hurried to her. "You okay?"
"Just a little dizziness. I'm okay." Elena replied, attempting to smile.
"You should take rest."
"No. I gotta go for work."
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Damon looked up when Bonnie entered his room.
"Bennett!" he greeted her with a smirk.
She nodded, a serious look on her face. He noticed a file in her hand.
"I did what you asked me to. These are her details…" Bonnie said handing him the file. He eagerly opened it.
"Elena Gilbert, 25, real parents John and Isobel Gilbert and adopted by Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, John's brother and sister in law ,when she was in middle school. Tragic back-story though, her mother Isobel was a super model in Germany. She met John who was on a business trip, they fell for each other and got married, and Isobel gave birth to her twin daughters the following year, dying during childbirth." Bonnie paused.
"She has a twin." Damon asked, eyebrow raised.
"had a twin…" Bonnie corrected.
"When Elena and her twin sister Katherine were two …her father died in a car accident… since Grayson and Miranda weren't in contact with John so they didn't found about his death till the girls turned 14 meanwhile they had been living in an orphanage…" Bonnie said, making a strange face.
"Ohh." he said sympathetically. He knew what the mention of orphanages does to Bonnie. She had grown up in an orphanage herself until she was 18 and thrown out. She used to be miserable in the orphanage too but at least she had shelter and food. At one point she did get adopted but then the couple who adopted her got into an accident and their family gave her up back to orphanage claiming she was a witch. And due to poor quality of education she received in the orphanage she couldn't get a job. That's when she joined their gang.
"Anyway, when Grayson and Miranda found out about them, they immediately rushed to the orphanage and adopted them. But tragedy doesn't end here…apparently a year after that due to an electrical short circuit, Grayson's house caught fire and Elena's twin sister died in it according to my sources Elena saw that happening, she watched her sister burn to death, it took two years of therapy to get her back on track. I don't know why but there is also a year when Elena was confined to bed rest, I couldn't find what for but she had always been quiet a weak and sick child, so maybe that's why," Bonnie stopped.
She took a deep sigh.
"Three years ago, she got accepted in Whitmore Med School. She is studying neurosurgery. She is in her final year. She lives with her (sigh) best friend Caroline who studies Law. She used to live with her aunt before but her aunt is abroad due to her job. Elena is also an intern in the local hospital." she completed
"Wow, and to think this girl look nothing like she had ever faced sadness. Looks could be deceiving," he said more to himself then Bonnie.
"and you will be surprised when you find out who she goes college with-," she said with a smirk.
"Who?" he asked.
"She is taking med in Whitmore" Bonnie said.
"Whitmore, Stefan's college," he asked, eyes narrowed.
Bonnie nodded.
"Damon…I-," she said.
He looked up, surprised. Bonnie kept to herself most of the time and spoke only when it was necessary.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to stay away from this girl" Bonnie said, closing her eyes, waiting for his wrath.
"What makes you think I will do what you want me to do." he spat, shocked by her courage.
"What are your intentions, Damon?"
Damon gave her a cold stare before he smirked. "I like her. I want her and when I want something I get it."
"She's not a thing." Bonnie hissed.
"I am the Don of the Mafioso. Nothing but what I want matters to me."
Bonnie sighed, she knew he was a selfish bastard, he'd taken a fancy to Elena and now he wanted her.
No one could save her from the don of underworld now.
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Next update: Saturday.
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