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60. Elijah Mikaelson & Damon Salvatore | Do You Trust Me?

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Summary: You and Damon are best friends when Elijah Mikaelson comes along and offers Elena a fatal promise. Now Damon's normal protective demeanor is heightened by 1000x and he does everything in his power to avoid Elijah coming into contact with you as he did with Elena. Damon is only doing what he thinks is best but Elijah has no intentions of harming you. In fact, it becomes quickly apparent that it's quite the opposite. Elijah grows jealous of Damon's protective behavior with you and Damon grows angry at your caring behavior towards Elijah. Damon doesn't believe Elijah worthy of your trust but you do. Will Elijah prove you right?

Word Count: 10,740 (she's a long one)

Warning: Light smut towards the end and some angst if you're not into that.

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  The first time you met an Original you hadn't been quite ready. Not because it was something you needed to prepare yourself for but because it wasn't. Whenever Stefan had vaguely brought up the origin of the vampires, you had always pictured them as grotesque and violent creatures. You had imagined fangs longer than those of Saber-Tooths', eyes darker than their desires and hearts stone cold. You never thought they'd be so civil or were even capable of feeling. So when you first came face to face with Elijah for the first time you had been caught off guard.

You had been standing next to Damon, just slightly behind him as you both stared daggers through the handsome vampire's skull. Your hand gripped the back of Damon's shirt and he blocked your body just a tad bit more, hoping that Elijah wouldn't notice the slight shift. He did.

The vampire's eyes flickered over to the two of you, he took in Damon's defensive stature and decided to study the object that Damon had been so protective of. Your jaw clenched when his gaze rested on you. He seemed to be able to look through Damon and at you. You felt exposed and you brought your arms up to your chest and crossed them as if that would make you feel less vulnerable. You were human and considering your prejudiced thoughts on the Originals, you were surprised you were still alive.

The room in the air stilled when he turned slightly towards Damon and swaggered over to us all while fixing the cuffs of his suit. His eyes stayed locked onto you and when you finally brought yourself to look back into his he'd been only a few feet away from you. Your grip on Damon's shirt tightened and you felt him go rigid when the vampire had stopped in front of him. Damon's hand pushed you ever so slightly behind him so now all that the Original could see were your eyes peeking over his shoulder. The Original dismissed Damon, paying him no mind as he attempted to look you up and down with a raised eyebrow. Although your heart was racing out of fear, you glared back at the vampire that decided he was going to sacrifice one of your best friends for some idiotic curse that she had nothing to do with.

The vampire quirked an eyebrow and you could swear you saw the beginnings of a smile on his face, as though he enjoyed that you hadn't backed down, before he walked towards the center of the room and you finally loosened your grip on Damon.

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"Damon!" you screamed as some scrawny, pathetic werewolf pulled harshly on the collar that drove wooden sticks into Damon's neck.

You fought against the bonds that held you down to the chair as Damon groaned in agony, refusing to comment on the whereabouts of the moonstone. Your tears clouded your vision but you tried your best to focus on the situation at hand instead of Alaric's dead body lying down in the middle of the living room. Jenna was going to be so heartbroken.

A tall figure approached you and watched in amusement as you cried and writhed in your seat to get out.

He bent over, resting his hands on his knees and placing his face only inches from you, "Who's this?" he taunted. "A vampire?" His smug smile turned to false sympathy, "No, I don't think I've ever seen a vampire cry before, she's definitely human, not nearly strong enough to be a vampire," He ran his hand along your jaw and pulled it closer to his face so you could feel his breath grazing your cheek, "You wanna get out of here, princess? I'll let you go but you only get a five minute head start,"