Hello Kitties!

So, in recent pm's people have suggested that I take the ABC Challenge.

So then I thought, with what?

So, I will be doing so with one of my favorite shippings (Besides Fiolee. I am not ready for it unfortunately. Maybe someday….)

*drumroll*

Delena from the Vampire Diaries!

So, this is my first time actually posting anything related to the Vampire Diaries, so all judgment is welcome. I advise that if you love Fiolee that you'll love this ten times more!

Enjoy and spread the word!

Oh, and review!

A is for Adore:

I was running.

I didn't know where I was going in particular but I was. I just had to get out of there. I could hear Stefan's distant shouts, but if he really cared, he would have come after me. He was a vampire, after all. Didn't he care enough to come after me?

No, I shouldn't care if he cared or not. I was old enough that I shouldn't need someone to come to my rescue. Never in my life had I had someone to actually come to my rescue before, so why should I expect it now?

SO I kept running.

Stefan had driven us to the Boarding house so I could spend the night, but those plans were cancelled now. I had no plans to spend the night with such thick tension and anger still apparent in the air. Plus what he said to me was by far the worst thing he had ever told me.

'I can't love you Elena if you have feelings for him..' He'd said. "I can't sit back and watch you two get closer. How can you be so stupid as to let that love consume you? He'll only hurt you in the end.'

I don't think it was his place to even say those things? I mean yes, he's Damon. And Damon was impulsive and dangerous. What do I see in him?

Whenever I'm near him, I get this good feeling, and I get that feeling with Stefan as well, but this feeling is kind of different. So different that Denver comes to mind, and I automatically feel my heart flutter. Yea, it sounds cheesy, but I can't deny any longer that I have feelings for Damon. Stefan can be as jealous as he wants; I'm done hiding what I feel.

I stopped running and slowed down to a nice walk. I needed to lay out my priorities and decide if what I was feeling was right.

Okay, let's see, Stefran: He's sweet, selfless, truthful, and a vampire. He has a dark pst, one that he's told me about countless times. HE fell in love with a girl that looks exactly like me named Katherine. Who turned out to be a selfish bitch the entire time. He's the reason that His older brother's a vampire, and he killed his own father. Yet all in all, I think I love him.

Then there's Damon: ten times more dangerous than his brother, kills impulsively without thinking about it any further, has a murder rap sheet a mile long, and a vampire just like Stefan. He doesn't like for people to see the good in him, he fell in love with the same girl as Stefan did in 1864, and oh, he probably loves me just as much as Stefan: maybe a little more than he probably will ever let on

So which one do I love more?

Crap! I'm in the same situation as Katherine was back in 1864! Except now, I'm not evil or a vampire or vindictive or-

Before I knew it, I was at the Grill: having no idea how I even got there. I sighed and pushed the doors open as I walked in. I took a seat at the bar and sighed. Only a few other people sat around in the Grill. Looking up at the clock, I saw that it was only seven. A had a long night ahead of me.

The bell rang signaling that someone else had entered the grill. I didn't give it a second thought until I heard that deep and cocky voice I'd grown accustom to.

"Stefan can't keep a girl in bed with him even if it killed him, huh?"

I looked up to meet the sapphire blue eyes of Damon. I sighed and propped an elbow on the counter. I cupped my face and leaned against the counter. "Actually, this one's my fault."

That caught him off guard. He raised a dark brow in curiosity. "Why, what happened?"

Now what made him think I would just tell him? 'Maybe because you two are friends doofus…' I thought mindlessly. Oh, right, that and I did want to tell him.

"Well, he and I don't exactly see eye to eye anymore. " I said.

"So? He's Stefan. He'll just apologize tomorrow and you two will be as warm and loving as you were this morning." He said. I could hear the slight sound of disappointment in his voice, but then again, I could be imagining it.

"Damon, I think we're done for good. There's too much coming between us." I replied.

He didn't say anything for a while, so I looked up at him to make sure he was still there. Yep, he was, he was just looking off. Then a smile came to his lips. And finally he laughed.

"What's so funny?' I asked. Seriously, I was having a mental war in my mind at that moment and he chose that minute to laugh?

"It's just that you two have broken up more times than I can count on hand. I mean come on Elena, you aren't fooling anyone with the depressing…" he trailed off just as he chuckled again. I guess I was hiding my depression better than I gave myself credit for, because apparently he thought it was funny.

"I'm serious Damon." That was when I realized he was laughing with bitterness, not humor. Was he mad about something? "Are you okay?"

He shook his head and just looked at the clock like I had before. "You could say that." He met my gaze again and I felt some of my sorrow drift away. I then noticed that the few people who were in the Grill were gone. The waitress had relocated to the back. "So it's that bad this time?"

"Yeah, he flat out told me that he didn't love me to my face." I said. "I can't believe I let it get this far…" I thought out loud.

Wait!

Ah hell…

"Let what get this far?" he asked. Well hell, now I would have to tell him what we were even fighting about in the first place!
'The passion…' was what I wanted to say, but being the coward that I was, I said something else. "The tension." I said. Well that was a broad statement, now he'll press for more genius.

"What tension?" he asked. "Wait, what exactly was it that you two were fighting about this time?"

"You."

The word left my lips before I could even contemplate on saying it. That was when the damn finally broke free.

I looked up at him and saw the surprise, then curiosity, and finally love.

Before I knew it, my lips were crashing into his.

The passion, the lies, the love that was behind that damn finally rushed out of me. I opened myself up to him just like I did in Denver and he accepted the welcome just as much. His hands were all over me and mine were all over him. We were out of our seats at the bar and He had me against the wall. I pulled at him to let him know that I needed him, that I wanted him to be a part of me.

He gives me everything as he kisses me with such passion and with lips as soft and as hard as I'd ever imagined. He nipped at my neck and leaves a trail of kisses in his path as he crashes into my mouth again. The kisses were so sweet it's as if I'm drowning in them. I feel like I'm going to fall apart as his hands roam past my waist, but we both know we couldn't.

And so I pull away.

And I see his eyes screaming "NO!" a thousand times over.

I take in his appearance. A way I'd never seen Damon Salvatore in for as long as I'd known him. His face was flushed and probably as pink as mine were and his hair was tousled like a buccaneer. I placed a hand on his hard chest and look into his eyes.

"Not here…" was all I whispered. He nodded and from the look on his face he wanted to throw me into his bed and make beautiful, glorious love to me all. Night. Long.

And I wish I could, but Stefan would be there, and that would just prove his point and he'd probably hate me.

"Elena." I loved the way my name sounded on his lips. It made it seem like my name was a magic enchantment. He captured me in his gaze and that's when I knew it was true.

I adore Damon Salvatore. I love him more than anyone right now. Stefan may have been my first, but I couldn't deny that I was more in love with Damon than I was with Stefan.

And that was the truth.

So, what did ya think?

Was it too emotional, too short or too long? Either way I'll continue

But by all means, review!