A/N: This is the first story I have ever written for TVD fandom. Inspiration struck as I was re-watching some of my favorite Delena clips on YouTube while simultaneously doing a Season 3 re-watch via Blu-Ray. Please forgive any errors. I am beta-less and it is currently 4:10 in the morning. :P Happy Day After Thanksgiving! Lol
PS: Creeping Muse I hope you enjoy! I FINALLY DID IT! :D
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN! If I did Elena wouldn't have taken this long to come to her damn senses!
Damon's Plea
By: Eric'sSaucyLittleFae
There were several sleepless nights for them that summer. Several nights of waiting and watching for any new bomb that might befall them.
She was right when she had said that they always survived. It was who they were. However, he was neither blind nor a fool. He knew her will and heart did not stand unscathed.
And so he watched…
He watched as she endeavored to stay resilient for her brother. He watched as she strived for a collected front for her friends. He watched as her spirit endured each new wound from the man she loved. He watched as she struggled with Alaric to build a wall to reinforce those wounds. He watched as she used that wall as a pillar of strength for himself. And he watched her each night as it crumbled.
There were times where he would stand over her as he had done that first night at the very beginning. His fingers fluttering over her face, gently smoothing the crease at her brow. There were times he stood perched high on the tree outside her window as her tears streamed down to blur the ink on journal entries. And there were times that the pull was too strong and he found himself holding her as she slept fitfully and unknowingly in his arms.
It was during those times, as his fingers combed softly through her hair, that he would lend voice to his most nagging desire. It would come as a whispered plea in the cherished tongue of his mother's old lullabies…
"Elena il mio amore, la mia luce, si prega di smettere di correre da me e lascia che ti ami. Lascia che ti protegga. Lascia che io sia la tua forza. Io posso aiutarti. Giuro che posso. E 'quello che io vivo per il mio tesoro. Che cosa devo fare per farti vedere che?"
A/N2: Translation via Google Translate (because I am Cuban American and not Italian): "Elena my love, my light, please stop running from me and let me love you. Let me protect you. Let me be your strength. I can help you. I swear I can. It's what I live for my darling. What must I do to make you see that?"