Her ex, ready to be her next
"Thank you." Damon said to the old man who opened the door for him.
He was scared, scared that he arrived too late, and couldn't calm down even now. He heard the familiar melody as he was closer and closer to the ceremony; he heard the priest's voice, a couple standing in front of him, at the altar.
"Dearly beloved,"
Priest's voice was strangling him, he stared at all of the people sitting… he recognised few of them, the ones that had bothered to show up at his wedding.
"We're gathered here today,"
This time all of them are here, thought Damon and sneered. On the right, Gilbert's family, uncles, aunts and cousins. All spoiled brats. On the left, Carters family, full of old rich spoiled people with their kids as much spoiled as they were.
But Damon barely looked at them; his eyes were on the slim ladies figure. She wore a dirty white dress… like a ghost of a woman he knew, the funny and cheerful one.
Even from here he could see that she changed. She looked so different from woman that he remembered, even more different from the picture he saw on the magazine this morning. Is there something left from the passionate woman that he remembered?
"…If anyone objects to this joining, speak now or forever hold your peace."
The words were just plain stupid: a challenge that is thrown at every wedding, when no one will think that someone will accept it.
Well, no one will stand up this time, only because he can't. But it doesn't mean that he won't speak out. There weren't many choices for him to choose from, he took a deep breath.
"I object." Damon said, as his voice travelled through the church.
He felt his heart beating faster than ever, his body shaking and his eyes still on the figure.
All of the heads turned to look at him, he felt like a bunch of bees will attack him any second. Only these bees can do worse than bite- their murmurs and whispers made him even more nervous.
"Why are you objecting, my child?" The priest asked.
He looked nervously around, but turning his head to face the tensed back of the bride. He was sure that now she recognised his voice.
He know knew that he probably should have talked to her before her wedding, he would of never been in such a bad situation if he did.
And then she turned around slowly her tensed body, her eyes wide open: still not believing the man in the wheelchair.
That voice!
She would never forget the voice, the voice that still haunted her everyday of her life. That voice still made her knees weak, like the time they first met.
The voice belongs to Damon.
But it's impossible.
He's dead.
Her body shivered from the thought, she shouldn't be thinking about her dead husband right now, she's getting married to another man right now. She felt bad, bad for not forgetting her first husband, for still not loving Stefan like she should.
She felt bad that she could still hear his voice in her mind every single day, she also felt bad for trying to pretend that she's okay.
Elena knew she shouldn't turn around- it isn't worth it, it's impossible for Damon to be here.
She used to turn around, hoping that he would be behind her. Wishing that his death was just a nightmare.
She couldn't help herself; she looked at Stefan and his mother standing beside her. If looks could kill, whoever was behind her would be dead.
She turned around slowly; ready to be disappointment once again for not finding him standing there.
She swore her heart stopped beating for a second, it was Damon. Not the Damon she remembered before everything, he was sitting in a wheelchair. Why is he even in a wheelchair? He looked nothing like the last time she saw him, he was skinnier, and his eyes didn't have that spark anymore.
But it was still Damon
He was alive!
Alive, but…. God, he looks awful
He was so pale, and his skin has this grayish colour.
Is he ill, maybe dying?
Maybe they told her about his death too soon?
His eyes looked like a person's that was in pain to much.
"She's my wife, we're still lawfully married." Damon said, after few minutes of silence.
Everyone was quiet now, no one said a word when they heard Elena's mothers voice, "Elena." She yelled, not hiding the disappointment in her voice that Damon's alive. She always hated him, and everyone knew.
"Is it true Stefan?" She heard Stefan's mum whisper.
"Of course not mother," Said Stefan, trying to calm his mother down before she made a big scene, "Elena's marriage was annulled when they told her that her husband is dead." He said a bit louder
"It's obvious that I'm alive." Said Damon, calmly.
"Dear ladies and gentlemen," Elena began, not bothering to listen to what her fiance will have to say "Like all of you should know, the wedding won't happen today. But if you still want to go the ball room is still full of everything, for those who were expecting to have a good time or see your family and friends are still welcome to go there." She said finishing, in corner of her eye she saw her mum shaking her head and sending her furious looks.
"I hope you will have a good time and thank that Damon is alive, thank you for coming." She said ending her speech.
She wanted to run now, run away from this mess… Stefan was still standing next to her and Damon was in front of her, it was like a nightmare. She had no idea what she'll do now, to who she'll have to go to.
"Elena?" Stefan stared at her, and hugged her trying to help.
"Do you want me to get rid of him?" Asked Stefan and Damon's eyes lit up with fire.
"No, thank you, Stefan." Elena assured him, smiling a little.
"Do you want me to take you somewhere?" He asked, again
She thought about it for a second, about getting away from here as far as she could and don't even think about coming back.
"Can I borrow your car?"
"Borrow?" Stefan looked at her strangely, "The car is ours now, where do you want to go? Probably not to your mother and not to the guests. What about my parent house, nope… It won't work too."
"I want to go to my old apartment, but with Damon. We have to sort some things out."
So this is actually something new I started… I will try to update my other stories soon.
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