The Vampire Diaries: Out of my Mind (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free Page A

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    I pace. I am the inquisitor. I am CSI, NCIS, SVU, I am whatever the acronym is for badass motherfucker. “But it’s really Katherine you should envy. Stefan and I, we pined for her for a century and a half. Both of us, him too, he’d argue with me but I know he did. Stefan was pining for her while he was screwing you , I guarantee it. And me? Yeah. She is a hall of fame heartbreaker. You may do torture better, but she could mess with a man’s head and make him thank her for it. She is better than you could ever be in your wildest, dirtiest fantasies.” She is still as a statue. Dead giveaway, Rebekah. Elena would be panting and slapping me. I dig in deeper. “Because she makes you love her. And you wouldn’t begin to know how to do that.”
    Elena/Rebekah is wide-eyed and crying which means this is working so I turn it up.
    “But what’s really ironic is you choosing this place, bringing me here. Because Elena? Never in a million years, in your entire selfish existence will you ever come within a continent of what she is. Her goodness. Her utter goddamn perfection. No wonder Stefan didn’t look back. No wonder you couldn’t tempt him away from her and you sure as hell never tempted me. You pale next to her. There is no one, not even Katherine, as beautiful, as luminous as that girl. She knows how to give and I have never seen you do a single thing but take.” I am gaining on you, bitch.
    Her eyes grow dark. “Damon, I’m Elena.”
    “Sure you are.” I grab a shoulder with one hand and the towel with the other.
    She clutches the towel around her. “What are you --?”
    “Come on, Rebekah. All of this, this whole psychotic plot, is it just because you didn’t get enough? That’s why you’re posing as the one person I would do anything, anything to be with, you pathetic slit. So I’ll fuck you like I mean it.”
    “What?” I’ve hit a nerve. She’s shaken, I can see it. Sucks to lose the reins, doesn’t it?
    “You want more? I’m right here.” I give her no room and I am fooling the hook, it is singing, clapping and dancing around in my head at this cringing Elena and there is markedly less pain. I am outsmarting Rebekah and her hook. Sure, that same small part of me that has no imagination is horrified to intimidate Elena like this and what I’m about to do I would slice my arm off before I did it to her but I remind that idiot that this is not Elena, Elena will never know about this, this is between me and Rebekah. This is only us and I am winning. I run my fingernails down her arm and take her hand tenderly and now who reeks of mockery? I kiss each fingertip, one at a time. Then I force her whole hand inside the front of my jeans.
    “Damon!”
    I cram it lower, I rub, I thrust, but there is no room because once again, thanks to the hook, I am harder than stone.
    “Don’t act innocent. We both know where this hand has been.” She yanks and slips her hand out but it was there, skin against skin and part of me gnaws at the idea that it was Elena. No, idiot, it was imaginary Elena and that is nothing new. She cradles her hand, she is frozen. Something new, maybe terror, lurks behind her eyes. Good. I am close.
    She trembles. “Listen to me. I’m Elena . Rebekah let you go.” She reaches her hand out, do it, just try to touch me the way she touches me. Show your damn self. “Damon, she doesn’t have you anymore. You’re okay, you’re here. With me.” She is desperate, she is grasping at straws. Her fingers move an inch closer to my face.
    My hand is up and I hear the slap before I feel it. The hook is exploding with glee and high-fiving my frontal lobe. “I would know you anywhere. You’re hollow. You’re a gaping hole. I know you, Rebekah, and I own you.” Her cheek blooms pink. I throw her back against the bed hard and her head slams against the headboard. Crack. Two points for unnecessary roughness.
    I hear the front door and that is an interesting twist. Baby