The Aftermath
Part 1
By DeepFic
The sound of Damon's car speeding away from me may have been more heart breaking than what he had just said to me. To be perfectly honest, everything he just said to me was a blur, a sad little blur. All I know is that we are over.
I know I'm sired to Damon, but all the feelings I've been feeling are completely real. I'd been feeling these things long before I was a vampire, I just couldn't bring myself to go with my impulses because a small part of me was still in love with Stefan. But I'm not in love with Stefan anymore, I'm in love with Damon.
I got into my car and started driving. I had no choice than going back to the Salvatore house. I had nowhere else to go or at least no where else was safe for me to go.
When I arrived at the house, Stefan's car was in the drive way. I felt terrible about Stefan. I once loved Stefan more than I'd ever loved anyone or anything in my whole life. The worst part is he's still in love with me.
After waiting in my car for almost an hour, I finally went into the house. Stefan was sitting in the living room drinking a glass of bourbon. I quietly tried sneaking off to Damon's room, but Stefan caught me. "I thought you were at the lake house with Damon?" He said in a questioning tone. What? How did he know that. Caroline and her big mouth.
"Uh no" I said calmly, still inching my way up stairs
"Why Damon, Elena?" Stefan asked, his voice full of anger and emotion "He's so wrong for you" He added
I'm really trying to not let my anger get the best of me. He had no right to say that though. He doesn't know Damon like I do.
"Because I love him" Is all I replied
At that moment it looked like something broke inside Stefan. The pain in his eyes was killing me. I will always care for Stefan, there's no doubt about that. Just not the way that I once did. Stefan didn't say anything.
I walked up stairs to Damon's Bedroom. I stripped down and went to his dresser and pulled out a black button up shirt, the only colour Damon owns.
The bed still hadn't been made from the night before. I looked at it one more time, remembering one of the best nights of my life before crawling into it. I wished that Damon was laying here beside me, holding me like he usually did. A small tear ran down my cheek.
I think I finally understand what everyone is talking about, that you haven't lived until you've loved. I've never felt more alive in my life when I'm with Damon. He makes all the bad stuff go away. He turns all the hurt into happiness.
I know that he knows I love him because of how he makes me feel not because of this god damn sire bond. But a small part of him questions it. But I don't. I love him.
