Chapter Eleven.

A week had passed since the events with Gio and Damon.
We still had no idea what we were going to do with my Italian former lover and Damon and I weren't on speaking terms...
"Can't we just leave him on a desert island somewhere?" I sighed, sipping from my coffee cup.
"I mean... I guess..." Stefan thought about it. "But what if he got free and went on a killing spree as revenge? Or killed one or all of us?"
"Eh..." I shrugged. "I don't care at this point. I just want him gone."
"So kill him." Damon said blankly as he walked into the kitchen, making himself a coffee.
I fell silent, looking down at my now empty cup.
"Okay, you guys have to tell me what's going on with you two. This silent treatment you guys are giving each other is getting a little irritating." Stefan sighed.
"I'm sure Alex is dying to fill you in." Damon replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Actually, I have to go give Giovanni his blood rations." I replied, quickly.
"Oh how convenient." The older Salvatore glared.
I vacated the room and closed the door to the basement after me, but I never actually went downstairs so I could listen in.
"Looks like she's ditched it on you." Stefan said.
"Looks like it." Damon replied, sarcastically.
"So...?"
"History seems to be repeating itself, brother." Damon sighed. "It's you and Elena all over again."
"What do you mean?" Stefan asked.
"Alex said she loves me. And I said it back. But she's all conflicted over her history with that Italian dick downstairs that she doesn't know who to choose." Damon explained.
"Ah, okay." Stefan said, simply.
"Tell me what to do, Stef..." Damon moped.
That cracked my heart...
"Let her decide what to do with Giovanni. I know she'll choose right. He'll be gone and you two can be together." Stefan said.
"But what if her feelings get in the way? If he sticks around, I'm gone. I can't be around her. I can't go through what I went through with Elena again."
"You can only hope she makes the right decision. You can't force anything on her, you'll only end up pushing her away. Don't forget, she's pretty much as stubborn and messed up as you are. She needs time to find out what she's feeling." Stefan sighed.
"I know..." Damon replied, sadly.
That was the moment I decided was the time to butt out and leave.
I went downstairs and got a blood bag, pouring a mouthful of it into a glass.
I took it to Gio, placing it between the bars on the cell door.
"Good morning, Alexandra." He mumbled.
I looked him, seeing him slumped on the cot on the far side of the room.
"Good morning, Giovanni." I said, simply.
"It would seem you have a little emotional conflict going on." He smirked.
"It would seem you're into listening to conversations that don't concern you." I snapped back.
"Oh, but they do concern me. I know full well that you still love me. Just run away with me, Alexandra. Leave all this small town drama behind you so we can be together." He said, moving towards the door.
"I happen to like small town drama." I spat.
He chuckled as he sipped at the glass of blood, watching me drink the rest of the blood bag contents.
"Things would be so much easier with me and you know it." He pointed out.
"No, I don't, Gio. All I know is that we'd go on an endless spree, not caring who we killed." I replied.
"We're predators. It's what we do."
"It's what you do. I like my life as it is." I drank the rest of the blood, quickly. "And now, thanks to you, I've made my decision."
And with that, I made my way back upstairs, ignoring the frantic calls from Gio.

"I want him gone. I don't care where; I don't even care if you kill him. Just get rid of him." I spat as I stormed into the kitchen.
I saw Damon and Stefan glance at each other.
"Consider it done." The younger brother said, watching me as I put the empty blood bag in the trash and walking back up to my room.
"I'll do it." I heard Damon say.
"No. Not a good idea." Stefan disagreed.
"Why not?" Damon spat.
"Her current love murdering her old love in cold blood. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect way to win her over." Stefan said, sarcastically.
Damon huffed.
"Go upstairs and see if she's okay. Something obviously happened down there to make her change her mind so quickly." Stefan suggested.
"Fine." Damon mumbled.
I tuned out of the conversation and laid on my side on my bed, deliberately facing away from the door.
I heard the door open, but nothing else.
"I'm sorry..." Damon's voice suddenly came, sounding soft and genuine.
"Me too..." I replied, my voice cracking as the tears burned my eyes.
I heard him walk over to the bed, going to the side I was facing.
He laid down next to me, looking me dead in the eye.
"I shouldn't have put you in the position I did. I know I just made things worse." He mumbled.
I sighed. "I know I made you feel how you did with Elena. I'm sorry I did that to you. It was unfair."
"Are you sure you don't care if he dies? What did he say to you?" Damon asked.
"He told me to run away with him." I sighed again. "I knew it would only lead to a blood bath, so I said no. I know now for sure that he can't be trusted outside of that cell. He's too much of a liability. I loved him when he was human, but that was a long time ago and he's changed. I hate what he's turned into."
He just watched me, not saying a word.
"I love you, Damon." I whispered.
The Vampire looked at me as he played with a loose strand of my hair.
"I love you too, Alex." He replied, softly.
I leaned in and closed my eyes as he did, our lips touching ever so delicately.
Damon cupped my face, drawing me in for more, but instead he changed his mind, parting our lips by only a few millimetres.
"Be mine." He breathed.
I looked him in the eye, my breath hitching. All I could do was nod.
His smile gleamed as he pulled me in for the most passionate kiss we'd ever shared.
I put my hand on his ribs, balling his t-shirt into my fist, pulling him closer as I wrapped my leg around his waist.
Our kiss grew rather heated and before I knew it, I was tugging on the bit of shirt I was clutching.
Damon chuckled and shifted so he was hovering above me, not separating the kiss until I lifted his shirt over his head.
He sat me up and did the same for me, tossing our shirts to the side somewhere.
Our lips reconnected, hungry for each other in our heated passion.
"Ugh, I love you." He growled, lowly, nipping my bottom lip.
I just chuckled as he kissed down my torso, going for the button and zipper on my jeans.
Once undone, they came off and joined our shirts on the floor.
I looked at him, pure lust in my eyes, aching for his body.
In Vamp speed, I flipped us over, straddling Damon's waist.
I kissed him once before going for his jeans.
I ripped them open, tearing the button out of its stitches and the zipper was just gone...
He chuckled. "Someone's eager."
"Shut up." I breathed, pulling his jeans off him in one swift move before reattaching our lips.
Damon's hands trailed along my body, touching everywhere he could.
I slid my hand under the back of his head before Vamping us to the wall by the bedroom door.
He turned us around, pinning me against the cold surface by my wrists.
He kissed down my neck, causing shivers down my spine.
"Drink." I whispered.
Damon glanced at me for a second, seeing my sincerity.
Then he approached my neck again and drew his fangs, biting into my flesh.
I let out a loud moan as I felt the blood drain from me, slowly.
I released a hand and grabbed the hand that was holding it, before biting into his forearm, making a small hum come from him.
He released my other wrist before aiming for my bra clasp, undoing it with ease and tossing it on the floor.
He palmed my breast with one hand, kneading it like dough as he released my neck from his bite.
The other hand teased between my legs.
"You're drenched." He breathed a chuckle.
"All for you, my love." I replied in the same tone, letting go of his arm.
Damon continued to give me plenty of attention down there as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, cupping my face.
My fingertips grazed his chest as I let out a small moan.
"Be right back." He mumbled against my lips.
I looked at him, confused, but he slightly answered my question when he fell to his knees, taking my underwear down with him.
I giggled as he looked up at me through his eyelashes, parting my legs as he did so.
He then rubbed down my slit, positioning his face to lick my nib.
"Damon..." I breathed a moan.
He gripped my hips as his tongue worked it's magic, causing my legs to twitch and almost buckle from under me.
He found the right spot in no time, releasing all the right noises from my mouth as I clutched a fistful of his hair.
He hummed in pleasure, which only sent me reeling as it vibrated through my core.
"Damon... I- I'm gunna..." I cried out, unable to finish my sentence.
And with that, he stopped, getting up off his knees.
He instantly stuck his tongue in my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. I moaned in ecstasy as he continued to rub my core.
"Not yet, baby." Damon whispered.
"Have me..." I breathed.
He didn't need to be told twice. He whipped his boxer briefs off in a flash and lifted my leg up by my thigh.
He teased my entrance with his tip, making me all the more wet and all the more needy.
"Please..." I whimpered, desperate for him.
Damon positioned himself and slowly slid inside, making me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders.
He started to thrust core-achingly slow.
"Damon please... Faster." I breathed.
He cupped my face and kissed me deeply, speeding up his pace.
A few moments later, I decided I wanted more, so made him pull out before I shoved him down to the floor, getting on top of him.
"There's a perfectly good bed there, you know." He chuckled before I kissed him.
"Screw the bed." I whispered as he re-entered me.
I rode him, hard, not caring that I was getting out of breath.
Damon clutched my hips and guided me, not breaking lustful eye contact.
For the first time, I saw his icy blues ten shades darker and it turned me on more and more.
He then flipped us over and lifted my legs up, an ankle either side of his neck.
I loved this position.
He thrusted deeper and deeper until he couldn't get any further.
My moans were so loud, I would've been surprised if you could hear all the way down in the wine cellar.
"Ugh, Damon..." I cried, clawing his thighs.
"I'm almost there, princess." He groaned, speeding up his pace.
"Me too." I replied through the moans and sounds of slapping skin.
Harder and harder, faster and faster he thrusted until I felt him twitch inside of me as he filled me up.
Damon threw his head back in pure ecstasy, releasing one last moan as I closed my eyes shut, cumming with him.
He let go of my legs and collapsed in a heap next to me.
"My God..." He breathed.
"That was incredible..." I breathlessly chuckled.
He looked up at me as I looked down at him.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I smiled.
He leaned up, smiling in return and kissed me softly as I put my arm under his head.