I knocked on the boarding house door, praying that when I looked up, Stefan would fill my vision. Lately I've been fantasizing about Damon, and I didn't want to face him. But of course, my prayers were not answered.
"Elena," Damon smirked. "My Princess." I sighed. Damon was glued to the idea that one day I would be his princess of darkness. Yes, his vampire princess of darkness.
"Is Stefan here?" I asked, peeking around him to see if Stefan was in the huge living area. He wasn't. My eyes scanned the rest of the room. What I saw was not good. Damon had been drinking. On the end table was an empty bottle of Vodka, and one more bottle half empty.
"No, he's out hunting cute bunnies and other woodland creatures at the time. But the best, hottest brother is here to happily assist you."
"May I come in?" I asked sweetly, knowing Damon wouldn't be able to resist. "I'll wait here for him to return from hunting." I persisted him.
"Anything for you, my princess." I hated how he said my princess. He said it possessively, almost as if I were his.
I walked into the boarding house. He closed the door behind me, and I walked to the black leather loveseat, sitting down on it. Damon ran to me, in his un-human speed, then plopped himself down next to me, taking a sip of vodka.
"Can I have some of that?" I said, nodding to the vodka in his hands.
"I don't know….. would Saint Stefan approve?" He said teasingly, taking another sip. I threw a pillow at him, making him spill his vodka onto the white carpet.
"Look what you made me do smart-ass, you should be careful the next time you throw a pillow at someone." He said jokingly. I shrugged. Then I went to the kitchen, to get some paper towels. When I returned, Damon was still lounging on the couch, obviously not intending to help me clean up.
"Oh, no. You're cleaning up this mess too." I told him.
"Why should I? You're the one who threw a damn pillow at me, and made me spill my drink." He questioned me.
"It's your drink." I fought back.
"Fine," He sighed. "Are you too helpless to do it on your own?" He smirked, his famous smirk, the one I couldn't resist.
"Shut up," I said, looking down to see the vodka staining the carpet. When I bent down to begin cleaning it up, my head bumped something….Damon's head. We both looked up at the same time, which left us gazing into each other's eyes. We were centimetres apart. I saw his eyes, really saw his eyes, for the first time. His eyes were blue as the ocean, they looked icy, but warming, and they had silver pecks in them. For a while I just stared. I managed to mutter 'sorry.'
"Sorry," Damon whispered, his lips dangerously closer to mine. Looking into his eyes it just felt so normal, and carefree, to just lean in, and kiss him, like I've done it a thousand times before. It just felt right, natural. But then I remember something, or someone I should say. Stefan. Without him my life, wasn't even my life. He was the missing part of my soul. He was… Stefan, with his unconditional, and undying, love for me. But what I felt with Damon…this, spark of attraction, couldn't compare to anything I've ever experienced before, with any guy, not even Stefan.
I swallowed. Any movement could cause my lips to brush against his. I felt like that was a good thing. This was bad and terrible because I love Stefan, I love Stefan, I love Stefan. Repeating this over, and over in my head made it easier to concentrate on not kissing Damon. But my heart screamed yes, and my brain screamed no. I was torn. Literally fighting with myself.
I guess I didn't get to choose. Damon took the lead, softly touching his lips to mine. I kissed him back, my heart (and Damon) winning the battle. It felt so right. The kisses got harder, and more violent until we were out of breath. Damon moved to my neck now, going up and down slowly. Then he hungrily came back to my lips. My hands grabbed his hair, pulling forcefully. His hands grabbed my waist, while I stroked his face softly with my thumb. This was so exhilarating. It felt like it was meant to be.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something. I ignored it at first, still kissing Damon. We had moved to the couch now, I was on top of him. But then, the figure focused to a person. But not any person…. it was….. Stefan.
I gasped, pulling away from Damon. Quickly I sat up, though I was still sitting on him. This didn't look good. Damon looked confused at first, but then he saw Stefan standing in the doorway too. He'd just returned from his hunting trip. His face displayed a lot of emotions; Anger, fury, confusion, disappointment, but most of all heartbroken. I heard him whimper, "Elena?" but it was very faint. I jumped off the couch, running to him. But he backed away.
"Why Elena? Why?" He sounded so desperate.
"Stefan I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, but-" I was cut off.
"Save it." He sounded angrier now. He turned away, as tears rolled down his cheeks, and mine. He stormed away.
I looked back at Damon. He seemed as though nothing has happened. Ugh. How did I kiss Damon? Of all people. He was Stefan's brother. Not only his brother, but his brother he hated. I'm a horrible girlfriend. I couldn't have found a better way to hurt him.
I walked back to the couch, and sat down next to Damon. I sighed. Life was too complicated. I rested my elbows on my knees and rubbed my temples. Damon looked at me trying to figure out the emotion displayed on my face. But it was basically impossible because I was feeling a lot of emotions just as Stefan was. Stefan. The thought of him made my knees weak, making me fall over, Damon catching me.
"What are you going to do?" He asked me. I knew the question basically was, are you going to officially end it with Stefan and be with me, or are you going to forget this ever happened, and go running back into Stefan's arms?
"I don't know…" I honestly didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be just like Katherine, but how could I choose? Suddenly, everything that was bottled up inside of me, all the emotions from today, to way back to when I first met Stefan and Damon, suddenly coming back to my memory, all at once in a horrible stream of events.
I burst into tears. Damon looked at me surprisingly, as if he didn't expect me to cry, even with all that just happened in the last two minutes. He pulled my head to his chest, me ruining his favourite leather jacket, with my salty tears.
"Hey…..it's alright." Damon said sweetly, patting my head softly.
"But its…. Stefan just…I….." I sobbed hysterically.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm here for you," Damon comforted me. He made me stop sobbing for a second. I sniffed.
"Why? Why do you care?" I asked him, my eyes wide, staring into his.
"Because Elena, I love you," I stopped dead in my tracks. "I always will."
"You what?" I asked for him to say it again. It's not that I didn't hear him, it just sounded like music to my ears.
"I'll always love you," he cooed. A sweet smile on his lips. I looked at him, dumbfounded. I didn't know whether or not to say 'I love you too'
"Damon…. I well…." I trailed off.
"Spit it out." Damon said impatiently.
"I love you-" I was cut off with Damon's lips feverishly touching mine, making it impossible to finish my sentence. This time, Damon seemed thrilled. He kissed me hungrily, with me not pulling away.
"too." I said, finishing my sentence.
"Oh, Elena…" Damon sang. He seemed the happiest I've ever seen him! I didn't know he loved, me and cared for me this much. I though he just wanted me to annoy Stefan, or to make Katherine jealous, (Even though she's dead) or for sex, or even for my blood. But I guess I was wrong. He could be happy because all I just said was coming true…. but it wasn't. His joy, and his love for me, was pure.
"You really love me?" He asked. His ocean blue eyes staring directly into my tired, drooping eyes.
I swallowed. "Yes," I replied, my eyes fluttering. I really needed some rest.
"Mind if I stay the night?" I already knew the answer so I told him, "I'm going to bed."
"Of course princess. Mind if I join you?" he asked, smirking, but looking down blushing at the same time. I didn't know…would this turn into something it shouldn't be? With Damon who knows?