Hello TVD Fans... so this just kind of popped into my head. I really don't know where I'd expected to go, but I really liked the way it came out.
Focuses at the end of the episode where Damon refuses to apologize to Elijah. It is centered on them first then turns into Delena moment. I'm not sure if I want to make it a long one, I guess it will be up to you and whether you like it or not. Anyways, I hope you love it. Thanks SO much for reading and please review. I'd love to know what you think. :)
Elena couldn't believe that Damon had not apologized… she thought that because she'd asked, he would have done it… but he'd been a different man lately. Cold, distant, and unfortunately, way too Andie involved… It gave her an agonizing pain in her chest to think about it which is why most of the time she tried to avoid exploring those feelings…
She noticed Elijah make his way upstairs and wondered what he was up to so she followed… He was now standing at the entrance of Damon's room, so she quietly slipped into hers opening the closet door that was connected to his room. Maybe she'd be able to hear their conversation.
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Damon stood by the open window staring out into nowhere as he debated whether trusting Elena who was in turn trusting Elijah was a good idea… He sighed shaking his head; he didn't want to lose her… even if she wasn't his to lose.
He sensed the presence of someone coming to his room, so he straightened his stance ready to attack if necessary. He let a growl rumble inside him as he realized who it was.
Elijah knocked on the side of the door frame, "May I enter?"
"That may not be wise…" Damon returned, "But do as you please…" The thought of trying to rip his head out crossed his mind, but he remembered he wasn't strong enough to take him and Elena would probably bitch at him for trying.
Elijah walked in making a gesture of pointing at his mouth, Damon quirked an eyebrow confused as he reached for his lips noticing blood on his fingers. He wiped it quickly remembering how he had attacked Andie just minutes ago.
"Dinner time I assume…?" Elijah said smugly as he scanned the items in his room.
"Cut the bullshit… I don't like or trust you and I'm sure you feel the same about me. What do you want? If you're still waiting for an apology, then you're wasting your time?"
Elijah laughed, "You remind me so much of my brother…" he paused to turn around and face him, "look… I understand your mistrust and I also understand you wanting to protect the lovely Elena… more than you think I would be able to…"
Damon eyed the old vampire warily, but couldn't deny that he had his interest peaked.
"You couldn't possibly know what you're talking about… you…" he growled.
"Just listen…" he gestured with his hand for them to have an open conversation between gentlemen. Much like remembered his father having business meetings back in those days.
Damon sighed; "Fine…" he leaned against one of the poles of his bed, "Talk…"
Elijah nodded, "My brother and I were really close once upon a time. I'd done pretty much anything for him, that's how strong our bond was…"
"Brother…?" he questioned.
"Yes… and we'll get to that. See, much like I've heard of you and your brother's story… it all went south because of a girl…"
Damon was listening intently now, yet, trying to figure the purpose of him wanting to tell him this.
"He and I got into a fight much like what Miss Elena and I witnessed today, and that brought me to confirm what I'd deduced I thought of you…"
"Really… and what is that?"
"That you love her…" he said.
Damon gritted his teeth and felt his body tense.
"Back in the day my brother and I reveled on being vampires. With elegancy, of course, after all we are the originals, but he… he was always more ruthless than I ever wanted to be. I guess I was more in touch with my humanity then. What's it you kids, say…? Ah right… rookie mistake… Nevertheless, I stood by his side until one of our minions brought a very especial girl…" he paused, "Her name was Katerina Petrova…"
He looked up into Damon's shocked eyes.
"She was the key to breaking a very important curse that my brother was after… I'd never been an envious man, especially with him, but there had been something in the glimmer of her eyes the day we met that had called to a part of me that made me want to protect her… even though, she clearly fancied my brother…"
Damon was beginning to see a side of Elijah that sounded more familiar and sincere to him, though he wanted to hate him, something was telling him to give him the benefit of the doubt. So he walked to his private stash of whiskey, poured two glasses and handed one to him.
Elijah took the cup; this was progress, though they both still loathed each other. The deed told Elijah that he was opening up to whatever it is he was offering here.
"I uh… I made it my mission to find out everything about breaking the curse, what it would take, what would happen, and spoke to every witch and warlock at our disposal to find a way to save her life while still keeping my promise to my brother…"
"So by brother you mean Klaus. And let me guess…" Damon said, "You didn't find one?"
"Au contraire…" he sipped from the whiskey, "I found a way for the sacrifice to happen while sparing her life…"
Damon gazed at him intensely trying to figure out whether to believe him or not…
"So why did Katherine run…"
The cringe in Elijah's stare shocked Damon for a moment and he waited patiently for him to continue.
"Katerina ran away the night that I had planned to tell her…" he said gulping the rest of the whiskey.
Damon grabbed the bottle and poured him some more.
"But that's not all you were planning to tell her, was it?" he said catching up fairly quickly. The same woman that tore him and his brother apart apparently had a habit of doing that… way before she had reached them.
Elijah swirled the whiskey in the glass and gulped it down swiftly again.
"No… it wasn't all I planned to tell her…" he said standing up making his way out of his room.
"Elijah…" Damon called making him stop without facing him, "Did you love her?"
He turned around gazing at the open window; "You know… she was a lot like Elena is, smart, sweet, innocent, full of life…" he looked straight into Damon's expectant eyes and added, "I did…"
Damon hadn't expected him to be honest with him, but the fact was that they'd all fallen under the spell of the same woman and though for different reasons he'd torn both sets of brother's apart… now he felt he could trust him.
"So you can understand my reluctance to put the life of the woman I love in your hands…"
"I can… but I give you my word…" he said gentlemanlike.
"Your word means nothing to me…" he said politely.
Elijah walked back to pick up his empty glass; bit his wrist while making a fist to force his blood into the cup.
"Then how about my blood…" Damon stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Giving you my blood will make you one of us… the only way you can be killed is by a dagger that I now posses with ashes of a tree that no longer exists…" he handed him the cup.
"She gave you what?" Damon asked in a rage.
"See… you and I are not so different. We're in love with women that can never be ours;" he scoffed, "they probably don't even care or know the lengths we've gone to to take care of them, we've ruined our relationships with our brothers, and would probably risk our lives and do it all a million times over again if that meant they'd be ours…"
Damon knew that much was true… He reached for the glass he offered and chugged it down. It had been the thickest most disgusting substance that he had ever tried to swallow. And he soon felt it… his muscles tighten with strength, his veins burn with a power that enveloped him and made him feel invincible, which he probably was now…
Elijah walked to the door and said; "You're welcome… and before you try… you can't compel another original…" he smirked and walked off.
Damon stared at the now empty door where Elijah had stood. He'd said 'you're welcome' in a knowing way that bothered him, but why… He then heard with his new heightened senses that Elena had been listening from the other bedroom. He'd always been able to sense her and feel her, but this new power practically found her in the house like GPS tracking.
She must have sensed that she'd been caught because she stepped into the room, fidgeting with her hands nervously.
"It's not true, you know…." Elena began apologetically.
"What's not true…?" he said upset she'd listened to probably everything.
"That I don't care or notice all the things you've done to care for me…"
"Well you have a funny way of showing it…" he said bitterly.
His tone cut through her but wanting to prove to him that it mattered, she walked to him and pulled his ring of his finger and putting it on her thumb.
"What are you doing…?" he asked taken.
"You don't need it anymore…" she smiled consciously at him, "Damon… I don't have time to try and deal with things of you and me right now. Too many things are at stake, but if I survive this I promise you…"
"Shh shh shh…" He placed a finger to her lips, "you will survive this… and don't make promises that you can't keep…" he said in a pained distant expression.
The look on his face only made her more determined. She removed his finger from her lips stubbornly, "No Damon… I'm not Katherine, you need to know that I love…"
"Don't!" Damon closed his eyes wondering if this was a trick of his mind, "Don't say it unless you mean it…" he whispered.
At the silence that surrounded him, he opened his eyes in fear, searching her face for any sign of an emotion. She took off her vervain necklace and tossed on the bed, while placing both hands on either side of his face…
"I am… in love… with you…" she mouthed for him, "I won't wear the necklace if you want and I'll wear your ring… kind of high schoolish, I know, but given the state of things… it'll be my promise to you, of us."
He smirked grabbing the necklace off the bed and placing back on her. Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a black velvet box.
As he walked back to her, he said, "My mother left me this… it is my most priced possession…" he opened the box revealing a Salvatore Crest ring. You could tell it was white gold with a beautiful oval shaped lapis lazuli stone, and the crest was set on top with very well-designed dazzling detail…
She raised her trembling hand for him to slip it onto her finger and it fit like it'd been made just for her.
"It's startlingly beautiful…" she breathed as she admired it on her finger.
He grabbed her hand kissing it… She made a move to pull him down for a kiss but he stepped back… she looked up at him hurt.
"I want our first kiss to happen when you're mine…" he explained, "not while you're still my brother's. Wear the ring and I'll know your heart…"
She walked up to him caressing his cheek lovingly and finished for him, "belongs to you…" she said in confirmation. They embraced in a hug… allowing themselves to bask in the essence of each other.
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Elijah walked into the living room noticing the tense expression of Stefan's face as he absentmindedly stared up…
The older vampire genuinely feeling bad for him went up to him… "I'm sorry…"