A/N: Here's a new story for all those who loved the last story, 'Puzzled Hearts'. This has a new twist; it may be a common one, but trust me, it is nothing like the other stories. This is inspired by the 1961 film, 'Lover Come Back'. Here's the introduction.
White against olive contrasted against the cream-colored sheets draped across the figures' bodies, laced together by their legs. Slowly, the ruffled, raven-haired figure lifted his head up, the definite pounding in his head resulting in his hands shooting to his temples to rub deep circles, trying to alleviate the pain. The ocean blue orbs of the masqueraded man darted across the room. The walls were a deep purple, the poorly copied paintings strewn on the wall were hanging by a thread, the ceiling was painted over with layers of the equally-deep purple as the walls. It was at this time that he realized that his lower half of his body was presenting to the world. He barely even made a meager attempt to cover himself, for he was far too used to this situation. Now, the missing puzzle piece was to find out who was lightly whimpering beside him. At the sound of life beside him, he snapped his head down, fully expecting to be greeted by blonde hair.
It didn't come as a surprise when his eyes found a brunette, face down on the pillow, body half-covered by the sheets.
Shrugging his shoulders, he flung his legs over the side of the four-post bed and used his speed to gather his clothing. The buttons on his black shirt were mostly missing, now strewn across the floor from the previous night's activities. His jeans had rips all along the side of the seams, leaving the remnants of his once black jeans.
"Must've been one hell of a night." He whispered with a smirk evident on his angel-crafted face. His fingers wrapped around the knob of the door, trying to time when to open it without awaking the sleeping figure lying on the bed.
Just as his eyes came into contact with his hand on the knob, he froze. His hand shifted to his eyes, as if he had to see for himself that what he saw was, in fact, there.
Sure enough, there it was. The gold band, placed on the ring finger of his left hand was shining in the pale sunlight that was beginning to pour into the room. He tilted his head to the side, not sure if he was dreaming, imagining this.
This can't be happening.
He shook his head, "Hell, no," His eyes locked on the ring again, "No. Not happening."
The light whimpering grew stronger as the brunette that was once fast asleep on the bed began to crack her eyes open.
"I had the craziest dream, Stefan." The brunette purred as she stretched her arms high into the air.
That voice, that one sentence, caused him to freeze. Unable to form any words, he could only stay completely still, hand back on the door handle.
The woman froze as she realized her surroundings to not be her home.
"Hello?" She called out, frightened beyond comprehension. Immediately, the light breeze coming from the cracked window sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes darted down to her naked body, the worst possible scenarios popping up into her mind.
Oh. My. God. Was I raped?
She voiced her thoughts as she whispered, "I was raped." A gasp escaped her lips as she wrapped the sheets around her body.
The raven-haired man sighed, knowing that he had to speak. The woman gasped once more when she saw a darkened figure begin to step towards the bed.
"I didn't rape you." His face was spotlighted by the rays of sunlight pouring in through the windows.
She gasped again, wrapping the sheets more forcefully around her body, "Damon?"
Damon sighed once more, "Yes, Elena."
The silent tears slid down her cheeks, "What did you do to me?"
The pain shot across his face.
She thinks I hurt her.
"Elena," He sat down on the corner of the bed, giving her just enough room to feel somewhat comfortable, "I didn't do anything to you, at least I don't think," He saw the confusion pass over her face, "Do you remember anything from last night?"
She shook her head, "No. I don't remember coming here, wherever here is."
Damon frowned, he couldn't remember anything either. He walked over towards the nightstand where a pamphlet was neatly placed. Lifting it up, he read, "SLS Hotel. Los Angeles, California." Even with the situation he was currently in, he couldn't help but smirk at his choice.
The gasp escaped her lips once more as she placed her hand across her mouth, "California?" Her muffled voice asked.
Damon nodded before placing the pamphlet back on the nightstand, "That's not even the worst part."
Or best part in my case.
She tilted her head, eyes brimming with unshed tears.
He bit his lip before choking out, "We got married." He lifted his hand up to show her the golden band on his left hand.
Her eyes grew wide before she lifted her left hand to see if he was pulling her leg. And sure enough, there was the wedding ring, placed on her ring finger. She let out a shattering scream that must have awakened all of Los Angeles.
A/N: I will give you guys 3 hints: Annulment, return, positive.
Think very hard for the last hint because soon enough, someone will be heading out to buy some small clothing. * wink *
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