A/N: I would first like to say that this was originally posted as a one shot in my other story 'A Series of One Shots'. After some thought and some lovely feedback I decided to turn this into a multi-chapter fic. This story will be much more angsty than my last (titled 'Damon and Elena' if you haven't read it, go find it and do so!) and also I decided to put Stefan down as a main character because he has a lot of interaction in this story. I am a Damon/Elena shipper, however this story at some point will probably contain Stelena action so be warned. On with the story!
Damon peered down from the top of the stairs and watched as Elena danced carelessly to the beat of some dance song he had never heard. She had a blood bag in one hand as she spun around in circles with this big goofy smile on her face. A face that he so dearly loved. He watched her body move effortlessly in time to the song, swaying and moving her hips in ways that made Damon crazy. God, she was beautiful. Even more so now that she was a vampire even if he was the only one to think so. Her long brunette locks swished over her shoulders. Elena looked every bit as happy as he wanted her to be.
A hand pulled Damon out of his trance. His brother's palm settled on Damon's shoulder and Damon's whole exterior changed. Gone was the soft, delightful, loving man, replacing it with the usual Damon show, arrogant, selfish, cocky. Only this time he was also slightly annoyed. Because what his brother and that interfering blonde vampire were proposing was horrible. It was the worst possible thing he could do. It would destroy the very fragile ground he was currently walking on with Elena and it would tear him apart. But he would do it because it was the right thing to do.
When did he start doing the right thing? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure when Elena's well-being came before his own happiness. But it had happened and now instead of taking her and ravishing her no matter the consequences he was talking about something much different. The right thing was the same thing that would break him, the same thing that would see him leave Mystic Falls and Elena Gilbert behind. He knew that after it was all done he would be able to stay. He couldn't watch her go back to him.
He followed his brother back into his bedroom, Stefan closing the door behind them. The music downstairs was preventing Elena from being able to hear their current conversation which Damon was semi-glad for. They had talked about this before, Damon had argued with her many times about what he should be doing. She had always had the same answer, the same argument and for awhile she had convinced him that she was okay and that they were okay but now he knew better and he knew that he couldn't let her in on what was going to happen before it happened.
Damon poured himself a glass of bourbon without offering one to either one of the other occupants of the room. They didn't deserve it, or at least that's what Damon though. Realistically he knew that Caroline was just looking out for Elena, even if most of her motivation was to keep her way from him. Stefan's reasons were much the same, motivated by keeping Elena away from him but also knowing that this was what had to be done. So right now, Damon didn't feel like being pleasant or offering them a drink because he couldn't fathom the idea of being remotely nice to either them. After all they were here for one reason and one reason only.
To help Damon break the sire bond.
"So you are clear on what needs to happen?" Stefan asked, watching his older brother pour another glass.
"Yes Stefan, for the millionth time." Damon replied angrily.
It wasn't enough for his brother to be helping him tear Elena from him, he had to go over it a million and one times. Damon wasn't sure whether it was because he didn't trust him or whether it was just to rub it in, but either way he wanted to rip his brother's head off. He waited for blondie to chime in, surely she had something to say. She was after all the one who alerted Stefan to the sire bond. He should have ripped her head off the moment he found out it was her. If it wasn't for her meddling Damon could have been in bed with Elena right now instead of trying to numb himself so he wouldn't feel his heart break when the time came.
"I'm just making sure you're going to do it. That's why we are here Damon." Stefan told his brother.
"I'm going to do it!" Damon yelled, feeling the anger boil inside him. "I said I would and I will."
Caroline snorted. She had heard it before. Damon had said he'd do it once before and he didn't. Elena was still convinced she loved him, still convinced he was the one. He had clearly lied about what he had said.
"Yeah, well you've said that before and look where we are." Caroline said.
In a blur of motion Damon had her pinned against a wall with his hand around her neck, her feet dangling inches above the ground. In a swift motion he could have pulled her neck up harsh enough and severed her spine and she would be dead. He could punch his fist through her chest and rip her heart out. She was wrong to be antagonising him in such a situation when there was now so little stopping him from killing her. Elena had been the only one to save her, the only one he wanted to listen to when he so often felt like murdering Caroline but now he had nothing to lose. Once the sire bond was broken he would be gone and Elena would run back to Stefan and it wouldn't matter if she hated him or not. He could kill her.
"Damon." Stefan warned.
"I will rip your head off in an instant if you so much as say another word." Damon snarled. "I don't even know why you are here. Why is she here?" Damon asked Stefan.
"Because she's Elena's friend and she wants to make sure she's okay once you've broken the sire bond." Stefan revealed.
Damon dropped her without another thought to her feeble life. Caroline was the last person he wanted here at the moment. Well maybe save for Bonnie. They didn't care how he felt, how much this was going to crush him. Who would console him? Who would make sure he was going to be okay? No one, that was who. The moment he walked away from Elena they would be by her side coddling her and telling her everything is okay and he would be left alone to repair his own heart, to fix himself. That was probably his own fault, he had made it almost impossible for anyone to truly care about him. Maybe the one person who might have cared, Alaric. Yeah, well he was dead.
"Let's just get this over with." Damon sighed.
All three of them went downstairs to find Elena still blaring her music and dancing carelessly. She had not a clue in the world what was about to happen and how her whole world was about to change. For that Damon was thankful. It would have only made it harder for him to do this had she been apart of the conversation. Elena would have begged him not to, she would have kissed him and cried for him to believe her that her feelings were real. The amount of times she had said it, Damon almost believed it. He almost believed that there would be a time where she would love him the way he loved her. Before he knew about the sire bond he had thought that it was real. He had been happy for a nano-second.
"Care, come dance!" Elena called out.
Caroline only smiled which set Elena off. Elena's body language changed and she knew something was up. Damon followed her movements as she switched off the music and walked towards the three of them. Her eyes were set in worry.
"What's wrong?" Elena asked.
Damon took her arm lovingly and took her over to the sofa in the parlour. He wanted a private moment, or as private as it could get. This was possibly going to be the last time he would ever look into those adoring chocolate eyes and touch her sun kissed skin. He wanted to remember her loving him, to remember that even if it wasn't true that there was a time where she looked at him like she had loved him. He brushed strands of hair away from her face and planted a soft, gentle kiss on her awaiting mouth. He could feel his brother's stature stiffen at the unexpected move. But he didn't quite care. If he was going to leave her then he would at least get to kiss her one last time. Hell, if he had, had it his way he would have made love to her one last time too.
Elena pulled back from the kiss and gave him a small smile like she knew something was up, like she knew he was about to drop a bomb on her. She ran her thumb over his perfect lips and stared deep down into his soul. She had been the only person after Katherine who could touch him so deep down inside himself. The only person to reach into the abyss of darkness that was his soul and pull out something good.
He took her face in his hands, a hand either side of her cheeks and smiled at her for just a moment before his smile faded and he looked at with a serious, intense look.
"Damon, what's going on?" She questioned.
"Elena I'm doing this for you." He started. "I want you to be happy and I want you to forget about us and what has happened between us. I want you to not worry about me and not think about me but most of all Elena I want you to do this for me. I want you to live your life without me and live it to it's fullest. This is what would make me happy Elena. It would make me happy if you did this for me."
Elena shook her head, not wanting to listen. That is what had happened before. She had not listened. This time Damon was determined to make her listen, to make her hear him. He pulled her face so her eyes were meeting his, holding her with a slight force.
"Listen to me. I love you so much Elena Gilbert but this is what is going to make me happy. It would make me so happy if you would just listen to me and do what I ask. Please." He instructed, feeling the pangs of his heart break piercing his chest.
"No." Elena softly cried. "Please Damon, don't do this. I love you."
Damon sighed. "Elena it would make me happy if all of this could just be in the past. It would make me happy if you could move on from me and live your life. It would make me happy if you could do that without me and I know that you want to make me happy. So please, if you want to make me happy just do exactly that. Okay?"
Elena's complete focus was on Damon. Had his brother and Caroline not been in the room Damon probably wouldn't have gone through with it. Seeing the hurt in her eyes and feeling his own pain, it was enough to make him stop. But he couldn't because Stefan and Caroline were there to make sure he followed through and even though he hated it, he knew it was the right thing to do. He let her face go reluctantly and kissed her on the forehead, his lips lingering on her soft skin for a moment longer then he should have.
Elena started to sob uncontrollably and Caroline raced over to console her. Damon tried to block out her cries as he turned his back and walked away from her. His body reluctantly took steps towards Stefan, even though his soul was being pulled back towards her. He walked straight past his brother without another word, wanting nothing more then to get out of there before he took it all back. Stefan followed him to the front door and placed a hand on his forearm.
As fucked up as this whole situation was Stefan was thankful that for once in Damon's life he was doing the right thing.
"Don't." Damon said.
"Thank you Damon. I know that was hard and I just…you're doing the right thing." Stefan replied.
Damon shrugged his brother off and ran in a blur to his car. The rain was pouring from the sky. Damon sat in his seat for a few moments before a flood of emotion hit him and suddenly he could feel tears seeping from his eyes and the pain in his chest intensifying and it was the first time in a very, very long time that Damon had wished to die.
A/N: Like I said up above this story will be much more angsty then my last. It will mainly focus on how the sire bond affected Damon and Elena (and everyone around them) and how it felt to be broken. But it will also focus on Damon and Elena's relationship (and whether or not it was real before the sire bond was broken). Hope you enjoyed the first chapter (if you haven't already read it before this) and please click through the read the second chapter.
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