Just a little note about how I came to write this FanFiction. Not so long ago I watched the season finale of Vampire Diaries and was thrilled by the kiss scene. Then I found out that it was Katherine and got upset because I love Delena! So I moped and moped and then moped some more until more mopance was physically impossible. At a loss, I thought I'd write a little something just for me so as to combat the many emotions I was feeling at the time. I wrote a little bit and showed it to no-one, not even my fabulous sister. But I'd like some feedback now as I think I'm ready for some critique. This is my first ever fic so go please so easy xD
I unfortunately do not own the Vampire Diaries or any of its characters.
Elena wandered down the path towards her house slowly, lost in her thoughts. Today had been an eventful day and her head was still spinning from all the things that had happened. She was just glad Bonnie had changed her mind and decided to help save Stefan and Damon. She wouldn't have known what to do if they'd died in there. It would certainly break her down if Stefan had died, but would she really be so bothered if Damon had been killed. Of course she would, what was she thinking? She was just as close to the Salvatore brother she had once hated as she was to the one who she'd fallen in love with almost at first sight. But in different ways of course. Her closeness to Stefan was natural; it was so easy to trust him. Hell, even Bonnie liked him to an extent and she was the vampire-hater. That was how easy it was to love him. With Damon things were different. Their closeness was a different kind, the kind that develops over time, which is built through trust, through somebody coming through again and again.
Elena's trance was broken by the appearance of somebody coming out of the house. She looked up instinctively, startled. Damon sauntered out of the door, closing it behind him.
"What are you doing here?"Elena asked, confused as to his purpose here.
"A failed and feeble attempt at doing the right thing," he replied quietly, looking at his feet.
"Which was?" She hadn't meant for her tone to be so harsh, it made her sad the way his face fell a little as she said it. She threw him a quick smile, hoping it would thaw her cold words.
"It's not important. Here, let me take this from you." He took the bags she held in her hands and took them over to the porch swing, leaving them there before returning to her side.
"Thank you."
"You know, I came to this town wanting to destroy it," Damon uttered quietly, his tone thoughtful. "Tonight I found myself... wanting to protect it. How's that happening?"
Elena opened her mouth to reply, but he started talking again before she had the chance to say what she'd wanted to say.
"I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not really me."
This time she spoke before he could cut her off.
"Maybe it is." The words weren't as effective as she'd have liked them to be, but she had to say them before he had the chance to stop her.
Wake up, look me in the eyes again. I need to feel your hand upon my face.
"No, that's reserved for my brother. And you. And Bonnie. Even though she still has every reason to hate me, I hope Stefan saved me." He said these words in a tone of surprise, which Elena immediately picked up on.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" The words came out before she had a chance to stop herself.
"'Cause she did it for you," he elaborated.
Elena's eyes widened for a second at this reply, though why, she didn't have a clue
Damon stepped a little closer, looking down at the girl.
"Which means that somewhere along the way, you decided I was worth saving," he continued. "And I wanted to... thank you... for that."
"You're welcome," she said, a tiny smile on her lips.
Words can be like knives, they can cut you open.
Damon leant down to kiss her on the cheek, an action which warranted a certain amount of surprise from Elena.
And silence surrounds you.
He came back up and all of a sudden things changed. A spark flickered in the air. He examined her face from her hairline to her chin, desire taking hold of him.
And haunts you.
Somehow their faces gravitated together, until they were just inches apart.
I think I might have inhaled you.
And then they were kissing. Soft, wonderful, tender kisses.
I can feel you behind my eyes. You've gotten into my bloodstream.
Hands reached for faces, intensifying the experience.
I can feel you flowing in me.
The door then clicked open, a surprised Jenna stood behind it. The surprise quickly morphed into disapproval.
The two faces locked together broke apart, Elena turning to look at Jenna, Damon turning to look away from Jenna.
"Hi," was apparently the only thing Elena felt she could say.
"It's late, you should probably come inside," Jenna spoke coldly, watching as Elena grabbed her things from the porch swing and ducked inside the house without a second glance at the man she'd just been kissing. Jenna closed the door swiftly behind her and glared at Elena. "What are you doing?"
"I... don't want to talk about it," Elena replied quickly and something about her tone stopped Jenna from interrogating her further. Anyway, before Jenna could even get one word out Elena was swooping up the stairs.
Outside, Damon stood in the same spot on the porch he'd kissed his brother's girlfriend, contemplating all that had happened just minutes ago. This wasn't good. Just when he and Stefan were finally sort of getting along, he'd gone and done that. Not that he regretted it or anything though. Partly because he didn't regret, he just did what he wanted and if other people didn't like it well screw them, but mostly because this was Elena he was talking about and, as Isobel had said previously, he was in love with her. He wasn't sure how it had happened exactly, but he was sure of it. At first he'd only wanted to be with her to annoy Stefan, which was why he'd tried to compel her to kiss him before. But then things had gotten deeper and he wanted to be with her in spite of Stefan. And that wasn't good. Because he wasn't supposed to feel. He was supposed to the big, bad vampire, who felt nothing but a thirst for blood and a desire to irritate Stefan. That was who he'd been for the last century and a half. And deviation from that attitude could lead to serious trouble. He'd learnt that the last time he'd felt like this, the time that had lead to him becoming a vampire. Plus, and this was the odd part, he actually felt bad for Stefan. And that couldn't be ignored as a sign of him becoming soft.
But he'd have to think about this later, he still hadn't moved from in front of the house. He swiftly brushed his fingers over his own lips, which felt numb, and left the vicinity in a flash.
Upstairs, Elena sat on her bed, thoughts rushing through her head. What had just happened? Had she really just been caught by Jenna kissing Damon? The thought of it was quite ludicrous, though it had happened. She knew this because, as she prodded her lips absent-mindedly, they still felt all numb and tingly. She didn't even know how to feel about what had happened. It was all a big blur. She didn't know how they'd begun kissing, it had just sort of happened. Damon had been all sweet and lovely and she'd been unprepared. The worst part, though, was that she couldn't even regret it. Because she'd loved every second. Because, although she'd never realised it before, she loved Damon. And that was not a clever thing to do. Because, first of all, she was already dating his brother. Second of all, the many bad things he'd done couldn't be ignored. And third of all, he was a vampire. Not that she had anything against vampires, she was dating one after all, but he drank human blood and that was not a good trait. But the connection between them was uncanny. When she was around him, she couldn't help but feel safe and secure. Because he'd proven that so many times before. And that kiss, well it certainly had made an impression upon her.
But she was with Stefan. And she loved him. He loved her. She couldn't break his heart like that, she couldn't. She couldn't break her own heart like that. The thought of hurting him in that way, it made her shudder. But could she lie to him? Could she carry on dating him when his brother was so obviously after her heart himself? She wasn't a good liar, especially when it came to Stefan. She wasn't used to lying to Stefan, they told each other everything because neither had anything to hide. Not until now anyway. Now it had all been messed up.
She ran a hand through her hair in exasperation. This was such an impossible situation.
The song used is the one actually played during the scene, Bloodstream by Stateless. Hence the name! Lol!