The Vampire Diaries: The Struggle Chapter Eleven

â€Å"The nameis Salvatore. As in savior,† he said. There was a concise blaze of white teeth in the murkiness. Elena looked down. The shade of the rooftop darkened the gallery, however she could hear rearranging sounds down there. In any case, they were not the hints of interest, and there was no sign that her buddy's words had been caught. A moment later, she heard the french windows close. â€Å"I thought it was Smith,† she stated, despite everything gazing down into the haziness. Damon chuckled. It was a horrendously captivating snicker, without the unpleasant edge of Stefan's. It made her think about the rainbow lights on the crow's quills. In any case, she was not tricked. Beguiling as he appeared, Damon was perilous nearly past creative mind. That effortless, relaxing body was multiple times more grounded than a human's. Those languid dim eyes were adjusted to seeing consummately around evening time. The since quite a while ago fingered hand that had pulled her up to the rooftop could move with unimaginable speed. Also, generally upsetting of all, his brain was the psyche of an executioner. A predator. She could feel it just underneath his surface. He wasdifferent from a human. He had lived for such a long time by chasing and killing that he'd overlooked some other way. Also, he delighted in it, not battling his temperament as Stefan did, however glorying in it. He had no ethics and no inner voice, and she was caught here with him in the night. She settled back on one heel, prepared to take swift, decisive action at any moment. She should be furious with him now, after what he'd done to her in the fantasy. She was, however there was no reason for communicating it. He realized how irate she should be, and he would possibly snicker at her on the off chance that she let him know. She watched him unobtrusively, eagerly, sitting tight for his best course of action. However, he didn't move. Those hands that could dash as fast as striking snakes laid without moving on his knees. His appearance helped her to remember the manner in which he'd took a gander at her once previously. The first occasion when they'd met she'd seen the equivalent watched, hesitant regard in his eyes †then again, actually then there had additionally been shock. â€Å"You're not going to shout at me? Or on the other hand faint?† he stated, as though offering her the standard alternatives. Elena was all the while watching him. He was a lot more grounded than she was, and quicker, yet in the event that she expected to she figured she could get to the edge of the rooftop before he contacted her. It was a thirty foot drop on the off chance that she missed the overhang, yet she may choose to hazard it. Everything relied upon Damon. â€Å"I don't faint,† she said in the blink of an eye. â€Å"And for what reason would it be advisable for me to shout at you? We were playing a game. I was dumb that night thus I lost. You cautioned me in the memorial park about the consequences.† His lips separated in a speedy breath and he turned away. â€Å"I may simply need to make you my Queen of Shadows,† he stated, and, talking nearly to himself, he proceeded: â€Å"I've had numerous partners, young ladies as youthful as you and ladies who were the delights of Europe. Butyou're the one I need next to me. Administering, taking what we need when we need it. Dreaded and loved by all the more fragile spirits. Would that be so bad?† â€Å"Iam one of the more fragile souls,† Elena said. â€Å"And you and I are foes, Damon. We can be nothing else.† â€Å"Are you sure?† He took a gander at her, and she could feel the intensity of his psyche as it contacted hers, similar to the brush of those long fingers. Be that as it may, there was no discombobulation, no sentiment of shortcoming or capitulating. That evening she'd had a long douse, as she generally did nowadays, in a sweltering shower sprinkled with dried vervain. Damon's eyes flashed with seeing, yet he took the misfortune with great effortlessness. â€Å"What are you doing here?† he said coolly. It was unusual, however she wanted to mislead him. â€Å"Caroline took something that had a place with me. A journal. I came to get it back.† Another look flashed in obscurity eyes. â€Å"Undoubtedly to secure my useless sibling somehow,† he stated, irritated. â€Å"Stefan isn't engaged with this!† â€Å"Oh, isn't he?† She was apprehensive he seen more than she implied him to. â€Å"Strange, he generally is by all accounts included when there's difficulty. Hecreates issues. Presently, on the off chance that he were out of the picture†¦Ã¢â‚¬  Elena talked consistently. â€Å"If you hurt Stefan again I'll make you sorry. I'll discover some approach to make you wish you hadn't, Damon. I mean it.† â€Å"I see. Indeed, at that point, I'll simply need to work onyou , won't I?† Elena said nothing. She'd talked herself into a corner, consenting to play this dangerous round of his once more. She turned away. â€Å"I'm going to have you at long last, you know,† he said delicately. It was the voice he'd utilized at the gathering, when he'd stated, â€Å"Easy, easy.† There was no joke or perniciousness now; he was basically expressing a reality. â€Å"By snare or by convict, as you individuals state †that is a decent expression †you'll be mine before the following snow flies.† Elena attempted to hide the chill she felt, however she realized he saw in any case. â€Å"Abusiness proposition?† â€Å"Exactly. You came here to get a journal. In any case, you haven't got it.† He shown her unfilled hands. â€Å"You fizzled, didn't you?† When Elena made no answer he went on. â€Å"And since you don't need my sibling included , he can't support you. Be that as it may, I can. What's more, I will.† â€Å"You will?† â€Å"Of course. For a price.† Elena gazed at him. Blood blazed in her face. At the point when she figured out how to get words out, they would come uniquely softly. â€Å"What †price?† A grin glimmered out of the dimness. â€Å"A few moments of your time, Elena. A couple of drops of your blood. An hour or so went through with me, alone.† â€Å"You†¦Ã¢â‚¬  Elena couldn't locate the correct word. Each sobriquet she knew was excessively gentle. â€Å"I'll have it in any case, eventually,† he said in a sensible tone. â€Å"If you're straightforward, you'll concede that to yourself. Last time wasn't the last. Why not acknowledge that?† His voice dropped to a warm, personal timbre. â€Å"Remember†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"I'd preferably cut my throat,† she said. â€Å"An interesting idea. Be that as it may, I can do it a lot more enjoyably.† He was snickering at her. By one way or another, on everything else today, this was excessively. â€Å"You're nauseating; you know that,† she said. â€Å"You're sickening.† She was shaking now, and she was unable to relax. â€Å"I'd kick the bucket before I'd yield to you. I'd preferably †â€Å" She didn't know what caused her to do it. At the point when she was with Damon a kind of sense assumed control over her. Furthermore, at that point, she felt that she'd preferably chance anything over let him win this time. She saw, with a large portion of her psyche, that he was sitting back, loose, getting a charge out of the turn his game was taking. The other portion of her brain was figuring how far the rooftop overhung the gallery. â€Å"I'd preferably do this,† she stated, and flung herself sideways. She was correct; he was inattentive and couldn't move sufficiently quick to stop her. She felt free space beneath her feet and turning fear as she understood the gallery was more remote back than she'd suspected. She was going to miss it. Be that as it may, she hadn't figured on Damon. His hand shot out, not brisk enough to keep her on the rooftop, yet shielding her from falling any more remote. Maybe her weight was nothing to him. Reflexively, Elena got a handle on the shingled edge of the rooftop and attempted to get a knee up. â€Å"Let go of me,† said Elena through her teeth. Somebody was going to come out on that overhang at any second, she made certain of it. â€Å"Let go of me.† â€Å"Here and now?† Looking into those incomprehensible bruised eyes, she understood he was not kidding. On the off chance that she said yes he would drop her. â€Å"It would be a quick method to end things, wouldn't it?† she said. Her heart was beating in dread, yet she would not let him see that. â€Å"But such a waste.† With one movement, he snapped her to wellbeing. To himself. His arms fixed around her, squeezing her to the slender hardness of his body, and out of nowhere Elena could see nothing. She was wrapped. At that point she felt those level muscles gathering themselves like some extraordinary cat's, and both of them propelled into space. She was falling. She really wanted to stick to him as the main strong thing in the surging scene around her. At that point he landed, catlike, taking the effect without any problem. Stefan had accomplished something comparable once. In any case, Stefan had not held her along these lines a while later, bruisingly close, with his lips nearly in contact with hers. â€Å"Think about my proposition,† he said. She was unable to move or turn away. Furthermore, this time she realized that it was no Power that he was utilizing, however basically the rapidly spreading fire fascination between them. It was futile to deny it; her body reacted to his. She could feel his breath all the rage. â€Å"I needn't bother with you for anything,† she let him know. She thought he was going to kiss her at that point, yet he didn't. Above them there was the sound of french windows opening and an irate voice on the overhang. â€Å"Hey! What's happening? Is someone out there?† â€Å"This time I did you a favor,† Damon stated, delicately, as yet holding her. â€Å"Next time I'm going to collect.† She was unable to have dismissed her head. On the off chance that he'd kissed her, at that point, she would have let him. Be that as it may, out of nowhere the hardness of his arms dissolved around her and his face appeared to obscure. Maybe the haziness was taking him once again into itself. At that point dark wings got and beat the air and an enormous crow was taking off away. Something, a book or shoe, was flung after it from the overhang. It missed by a yard. â€Å"Damn birds!† said Mr. Forbes' voice from above. â€Å"They must home on the roof.† Shuddering, with her arms bolted around her, Elena clustered in the obscurity beneath until he returned inside. She discovered Meredith and Bonnie hunkering by the entryway. â€Å"What took you so long?† Bonnie murmured. â€Å"We thought you were caught!† â€Å"I nearly was. I needed to