Elena sat in her room, finally alone with her diary for once, her knees tucked up to her chest as she glanced down at her last entry.
~Dear diary. Things are finally getting back to normal again. Me and Stefan are fine, it seems like his "ripper" phase is over.. for now at least. Rebekah has been a real pain but I think that's due to her jealousy of me and Stefan. I'm also confused though, I thought my feelings were sorted through after Stefan saved Matt for me the night I became a vampire, but somehow my mind keeps coming back to Damon. Sometimes when i'm with Stefan I start thinking about the other Salvatore brother. The worst part is I don't mean to, nor do I want to - at least, I don't think I want to. The truth is, I'm confused. Half of me says that Damon has changed.. and hes better for me after my change. Vampire Elena is a totally different person that human Elena. Damon knows and respects whats best for me.. I'm just so confused. I don't know what to do~
She closed her diary and placed it and the blue pen on her nightstand. She ran her delicate, manicured fingernails through her hair, and poured a glass of bourbon from a bottle she stole from Damon's liquor cabinet. He wont notice, Elena thought. He only has about fifty bottles of the stuff. Elena took a sip and shuddered at the burning sensation. They were right, it did take the edge off the cravings, but sadly, not enough. She stood up and made her way down the hallway to the staircase, making her way downstairs to the kitchen, opening the fridge.
Inside there were three blood bags- Elena decided to take her chances with one this time. She couldn't bother Matt this late at night. That's another thing that screwed up because of her change, her sleep schedule. Elena sat at the kitchen island and cut open the top of the bag with a pair of scissors, pouring it into a crystal glass. She heard footsteps down the hallway and expected to see Jeremy. She turned to look and froze when She saw who it really was. Damon Salvatore.
Elena let out an involuntary gasp. He just smirked at her.
"What are you doing here?" Elena asked, looking over his facial features, not realizing she was biting her lip. His perfection stunned her even now. "I don't recall inviting you over."
His mouth curled up in a wider smirk.
"And I don't recall letting you take any of my liquor, but you did it anyways."
Elena stopped, knowing this one was a battle she was going to lose.
"Its late, Elena, why are you awake?" his eyes slid over to the glass of blood on the island, his eyes lighting up just a touch. "Midnight snack?"
Elena sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" She asked, frowning. He shook his head.
"No, no problem at all, Elena. but that stuff is not going to curb your appetite. You're a new vampire, you need something more fresh" She shook her head.
"No, Damon.. This is fine."
He shrugged. "fine, whatever you prefer."
Elena nodded and took a sip from her glass, Elena's eyes never leaving Damon, His eyes never leaving hers.
And then the tension was building.
Just like every other time they were alone.
They looked at each other for what seemed like minutes, hours, hell it could have been days. Time escaped them and Elena's glass slid out of her hand, spilling a mess of red and broken glass over her nightgown, the counter top and the floor, but even through the clang and clatter, Elena's eyes still never left Damon's. She stood and he froze, unsure of what was coming next. Now the tension was tangible. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks, She could hear the pounding of her own heartbeat, as well as the pounding of his.
In sync.
In that moment, Elena and Damon were linked by something bigger than either of them could understand.
In that inkstand Elena was moving towards Damon, and Damon was moving towards Elena. Time stopped. all thoughts of the hunter, Stefan, everything, All problems were washed away as Damon took her in his arms.
Both of their breathing was ragged, unsure of what to do next.
Elena looked up at Damon.
He looked down at her.
His face lowered down to hers and her eyes slid shut, her lips puckering just slightly to meet his in the most anticipated kiss of their lives.
Elena could feel his warm arms circle her waist, pulling her in tight. the moment was just right and...
"What the hell is going on here?"
Jeremy walked in.
