This breaks killing me so I decided to watch the entire show up to where it is now. This idea popped into my head and I was compelled to give it a shot ;). I'm not a writer but what the heck, I'd be entertaining fellow TVD lovers and myself so here it is. This is my first TVD fic so please be nice. This Chapter is post S02E09. Enjoy and comments are well appreciated!
It didn't feel right and Elena feared things would never feel right again. Hugging Stefan, her vampire ex-boyfriend shouldn't have had to be a chore but at that moment it did feel like one. She hated feeling that way towards him. She loved him. A lot, but things were different now. Even as she pressed her lean frame into his muscular one, she felt the protection but she didn't find the solace she once found in only his arms.
Elena Gilbert sighed softly into his shoulder once the tears had stopped flowing freely from her eyes and her body was not jerking with sobs anymore. She held on for a minute and breathed into his familiar scent before pulling away and looking into his soft green eyes. Stefan smiled down at her, but she saw right through it. It didn't reach his eyes and it failed in making her feel any better. But she couldn't blame him. Who would smile when there was so much drama going on?
Elena had always believed that her problems had started because of meeting Stefan Salvatore and his evil and wild brother Damon. It made sense after all, they were vampires, nothing about their existence was normal and from the moment she'd found out who and what exactly they were, she'd woven herself into their supernatural lives and problems and now there was no turning back. She tried her best not to lose her sanity while being faced with a new problem everyday and not just any problem but one that was more of a life and death type thing, just because she believed that she was in love with Stefan but from what she'd learnt through her evil doppelganger, Katherine Pierce or rather Katerina Petrova had proven her beliefs otherwise.
It wasn't because of Stefan and Damon, or her biological mother that was apparently a vampire too, or her headstrong witch best friend Bonnie Bennet that many of the people she loved were soon going to be at their death doors but hers and only her fault. Sure in her rational mind she knew it wasn't exactly her fault that she was a Petrova doppelganger, but she still blamed herself in her confused and hurt state.
"Thank you Stefan, for just being around." The tired brunette said sincerely, stepping away from the handsome 162 year old vampire while running her slender fingers through her silky strands. Stefan just nodded once and flashed her another reassuring smile this time his attempts at making one much better. " but I think I just need to sleep it off."
Stefan nodded again understanding what she meant. She'd been through a lot and that was probably the only thing that would be good for her.
"Of course Elena, you'll be alright right?"
And all Elena could do was nod, feeling more emotionally worn out than she had felt in a very long time. She'd have thought that with everything going on, with shocking truths and secrets being discovered everyday, she'd be used to feeling like this, but she only felt overwhelmed. As though she'd been piling everything up and she was finally too full sending her into an emotional overdrive.
She watched Stefan walk down her porch and disappear from her line of vision and that was when she entered her house. Elena stopped for a moment at the foot of the stairs and informed her Aunt Jenna her sole guardian that she was retiring early that night and then made for her room.
Once in the comfortable confines of her room, the waterworks started and she didn't fight them, feeling way to tired to do so. Her back slid down the length of her bedroom door until she was sitting on the carpeted floor. She pulled her knees into her chest and cried into them. Cried for Stefan, for always being there and loving her and wanting to protect her even though she didn't deserve him. And then she cried for Jeremy, her strong younger brother who had been through so so much it should've been illegal for any teenager his age to go through. And then she cried for Caroline, the girl she considered one of her closest friends who was now so much better after going through hell. It was unfair to someone to let them live such a life, but Katherine didn't care about anyone so it didn't bother her to see Caroline struggle being a newbie. And then she cried for Bonnie, her best friend, the one that lost her grandmother because of Elena, and had lost one of her best friends because of what she'd had become and how she hated any vampire because of how they lived on blood and it was their nature to kill. But she still helped them walk in the sun, only for Elena.
And then she cried for Damon. Even though he'd always portrayed himself as the evil older brother, she wasn't fooled by his charade. She knew he cared whether or not he believed her and in some twisted way, everything he'd done, good or bad he'd done for love and each time he loved, his feelings were never reciprocated. She understood why he did what he did, she just didn't think he could've been forgiven for every terrible deed he did.
Once Elena's tears subsided, she brushed them away harshly with the back of her palm and stood up. While making her way to the bathroom that was adjoined both with her and her younger brother's room, she caught sight of her distraught reflection in the mirror. But it wasn't her image that made her stand there and stare, but it was the silver pendant that shimmered slightly under the dim lights of her room.
That was the same necklace Stefan had given her as a gift shortly after they'd made their relationship official and before she knew exactly who he was, or rather what he was. After she'd figured it out, he had told her that it contained a herb called Vervaine, which was harmful to vampires and stripped them of the ability to invade her mind or feed on her. It was the same necklace that had been torn off her neck when she'd been kidnapped by Rose and her best friend Trevor, who intended to exchange her for their freedom with Elijah, one of the originals of the vampires, who she'd feared more than anything while being encountered with. Elijah had ripped it off her neck recognizing it immediately but after Stefan and Damon had come to her rescue, she'd thought she'd lost it forever. Until of course, it had magically appeared onto her neck that night.
A rush of wind and a blur of black leaving her feather-light curtains moving against it in the aftermath caught her attention. Feeling a small smile graze her soft lips, which she didn't realize she made her way towards her ajar glass windows. Leaning over the sill, she immediately felt the cool wind hit her pretty face before she looked around. She was risking her sanity doing this, but what did it matter, she was convinced she'd go insane one day so it didn't make a difference to her if that was the very special day.
"Damon!" she whisper-exclaimed into the dark night and then waited impatiently for a few seconds, which seemed to mock her making her feel even more stupid than she already did. Yes, she'd definitely lost it, because now she was apparently seeing things. Sighing, she padded back to her bed, leaving the window open, just in case. If anyone had asked her why she left it open at that moment, she'd say it was because she needed the fresh air, but even she knew it had nothing to do with the wind.
Lying on her comfortable queen sized bed; she arranged herself to what resembled the fetal position and couldn't help but let her mind wander to the point that every emotion she was feeling before resurfaced again. She tried desperately to fight the tears but she wasn't succeeding.
"Don't fight the waterworks." His heavy and tight voice cut sharply through the calm atmosphere. Elena quickly sat up and turned in the direction of the voice. There he sat on the window seat, still as a statue of marble, black t-shirt, dark jeans and leather jacket intact, hunched over with a gloomy expression adorning his handsome face. She didn't know whether it was the shock of seeing him there or the relief she felt from seeing him that she was staring at him, her mouth slightly agape. As she looked at his face though, she felt an odd feeling of warmth and coolness surge through her entire body as she realized that she was probably looking at him, actually looking at him for the first time since they met.
His skin was pale; porcelain like it was always, although it had a certain reddish tint to it confirming he'd just fed. Even when Stefan fed, he never had any color to him and to say the least, she liked that color on him; it made him seem more human, more normal. His hair was a great deal darker than Stefan's, almost black and seemed finer almost making her fingers itch to just run them through the promised silkiness. Each line, each curve and each contour in his face was sharp and well defined and the way his shapely eyes, his perfect nose and thin masculine lips were shaped with defiance made him inhumanly beautiful. More beautiful than even Stefan, Elena thought privately, although she'd never admit it. Immediately after thinking that, she cursed at herself. She felt like her undead ancestor, vile and deceiving. Selfish and disgusting for thinking that way about the other brother when she was somehow still committed to the other one even though they were broken apart.
"Because when they do come, they won't stop." Damon continued, and then added something her human hearing barely caught but she was sure it sounded like 'trust me, I would know.' But she just let it go.
"Damon, what are you doing here?" Elena asked timidly, even though she knew the answer.
"You called, I came." He replied simply, watching her impishly, that smirk she knew all too well replacing that alien broody look he wore that reminded her more of Stefan. Damon could clearly see the unshed tears in Elena's eyes that she was trying so hard to fight and hated to admit that he felt the urge to comfort her but he ignored it, fisting his hands tightly and holding them strongly at his sides to restrain him from going up to her and doing something he knew they'd both regret later on.
To say the least, Damon was in love with her, heck the entire world knew that by now. When he'd first returned to Mystic Falls, it was to destroy the town that did what it did to him and his lover and it was to reopen the tomb that he'd discovered Katherine, the woman slash vampire that held his heart for over a century and a half and then to live happily ever after and ride into the sunset with a 'Just Married' sign on the back of the car after he'd rescue her. But then everyone knew how that turned out. The bitch was never in the tomb waiting to be rescued. That night though, after finding the tomb empty of Katherine, Damon was distraught. Surely, anyone would be, after having felt no emotion for over a century and a half and having only one goal for that long only to find out all those years were wasted.
And then Elena danced into his dark world, filling it with light ensuring that everything would be okay and giving him a chaste, comforting hug that warmed him and made him believe that if Elena was around everything would be alright. After that, whether Katherine was in that tomb or not, he didn't care a damn.
The irony of it all made him want to laugh because her name meant 'light' and she was the one that brought the light to his life. And then she looked exactly like Katherine, who he despised more than anything else in the entire universe but his feelings towards Elena were exactly the opposite.
Elena replied with a slight nod, not really knowing why she called him, or what to say to him. All she knew was that he was here, sitting opposite from her.
"Was there a specific reason as to why I was summoned, your ladyship?" Damon asked with a cocky tone, looking her up and down and smirking. Elena rolled her eyes at his normal behavior and ignored the innuendo, which she was more than used to. Elena shrugged her thin shoulders.
"I guess I just needed a friend to talk to." She said softly, way too soft for human ears, but Damon heard every word. He wondered why it wasn't Stefan or Bonnie or even Caroline that she was talking to instead of himself, but he chucked that thought away and tried to fight emotions he didn't want to feel that threatened to surface.
"I thought I lost my friend forever." He challenged thickly. The turmoil of emotions that he was experiencing on the inside could have been a part of his imagination with the way he was acting at that moment. Elena was momentarily stunned. The tight fists he'd made did not go unnoticed by her and the strong demeanor he was displaying could've fooled anyone, even himself if he wanted to believe that, but it didn't fool her. Even though his jaw was set strongly in his signature menacing mask, she could see the vulnerability in his baby blue eyes. Elena decided to play along with him in whatever game it was that he was playing.
"You know, I thought so too, but in light of recent events, I feel like the understanding that said friend and I have has just deepened and even though I don't think I can forgive said friend for what he did, I still want him back." Elena told him in a tone to mimic him, making it sound like she really hadn't said anything when what she said only actually made it harder for Damon to resist closing the distance in between them. Damon's eyes closed for a moment and focused on the carpeted floor; anywhere but her. She'd hit something in him and they both knew it.
"What makes you think that said friend is worthy of your trust? What makes you think that said friend won't disappoint you again?" Damon said after taking a deep breath. At first his voice was soft and wavering but as he continued realization struck him that Elena was trusting him and suddenly he was glaring at her, anger replacing the naked tenderness in his eyes.
"That's the thing, Damon. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, heck, I don't know what's going to happen in a few minutes. All I know is that it's going to be messed up either way and there's nothing we can do to stop that from happening. It's going to suck less if I know that I still have said friend with me. And to answer your question, if said friend wasn't worthy of my trust, he'd not have come to rescue me risking his life nor would he still be keeping night patrols outside my house to keep me and the people I love safe when he doesn't have to." She paused and her hand went up to finger the silver pendant on her neck. Seeing as they were having what seemed like a heart-to-heat conversation, she might as well come out with it. " but most of all, he wouldn't have returned my Vervaine necklace when he could obviously have all the fun he wants with me and we both know that thought crossed your mind and looked very appealing." Elena continued, crossing her arms across her chest and gave him a knowing look to which Damon responded with a million dollar grin before his expression turned to one with anger again. He couldn't believe that she had so much faith in him. He should have been screaming with joy at that moment but he was beyond furious at her and himself, partly because he was a little embarrassed to have been caught. He knew it was inevitable; that she was smart and would figure out eventually that it was him that returned her necklace but he'd never really thought when; he just didn't think that it would be this soon or that she'd be so open about it. If he was honest, he'd admit it caught him a little off guard but Damon Salvatore would never admit to a weakness or anything that looked like a weakness.
"And you're so sure that said friend returned it? And if he did, and I'm not saying he did but if he did, how can you be so sure he didn't use mind control on you? Enlighten me Elena." Elena could literally feel the anger radiating off Damon and she was well aware that Damon was never the best person to 'chat' with while angry but he didn't scare her anymore. Neither did the sour edge in his voice.
"because I know that said friend would never do anything to hurt me on purpose. Sure there are times when he snaps but I'm so sure that things went differently even though I don't remember anything." Elena continued to show a calm exterior even though she felt exactly the opposite on the inside. She was mad at him. And hurt too. She didn't think he'd actually use mind control on her considering their new fond bond. She thought they'd been passed keeping things from each other like that. Other than that, he had no right to invade her mind. She felt somehow used and violated but yet she was willing to overlook her anger because she was curious as to what happened that night that Damon would erase from her memory. All she remembered was walking out of the bathroom feeling worn out and then seeing him sitting on that exact spot he was sitting at currently and then she was standing completely blank facing the open window. As far as she was concerned, she had a right to know what they had said to each other. In honesty, she was a little scared of the things that could have happened between Damon and her because she knew exactly how Damon felt for her but part of her trusted him to not have taken advantage of her.
"Okay, can we seriously stop referring to me as 'said friend' or in third person as though I'm not here? It's getting on my nerves. Elena, you can't be serious that you believe nothing bad happened that night." Damon voice was strong, but he was pleading with her to prove him wrong.
"I'm serious Damon. And I know it was you. I had my doubts at first but now I know. If it was Stefan, he wouldn't have been so secretive about it. I'm really mad at you Damon but I'm willing to give you a chance if you can please just tell me what it was that we talked about." Elena pleaded with Damon, but seeing the look on his face, she knew it was going to be harder than that. "Please" she pushed looking him straight in the eyes and sighing when he only looked away. "Damon, I have a right to know. We owe this to whatever it is that we have. You can't keep something like that from me." Elena continued. She got off her bed and walked over to the window seat and sat next to him, immediately feeling him stiffen beside her. She saw the vulnerability flash in his eyes the second time that night and felt a strong need to comfort the vampire of whose weakness she'd seen only very rarely before. His answer though, caught her off guard.
"You already know Elena." His tone held a melancholy that made her want to cry for the strong man who was now in such a weakened state. What was he talking about? Maybe she did have an idea but she knew that she was not satisfied with only knowing what she thought they talked about. Seeing Damon in that state though told her that maybe this wasn't the best time to push him. She'd had enough knowledge of the things he was capable of doing when he wasn't stable and she knew know that he was anything but stable.
So she decided that changing the subject would be the best thing for them right now. Making a mental note to ask him about what it was he made her forget, not like she was going to forget, she continued.
"I went to see Katherine today. Bribed her into telling me stuff." She toyed with her fingers waiting for his response. The last thing she needed was for him to start scolding her and telling her how dangerous it could have been like Stefan had on the way back to her house and she was almost bracing herself for the 'what you did was extremely stupid' rant but was surprised when she heard Damon snort impolitely and glance at her with an incredulous look.
"Well, were you successful?" his voice was thick with his natural sarcasm and she was somehow glad to have him back. Elena simply nodded and he let out a dry laugh.
"Really? What did that bitch tell you? She probably just made up a whole bunch of crap and fed it to you. Katherine's good like that." Damon said through gritted teeth with so much distaste that it was even overdone for Damon. Elena couldn't blame him and to be honest she'd expected that response from him. She knew he hated Katherine with a passion but who wouldn't after being in love with them for over a hundred and fifty years only to find out that the person you loved was never in love with you but your brother.
"She told me that she killed herself with vampire blood in her system. Klaus needed a human doppelganger to break the spell and she'd escaped that by turning." Elena said slowly. She watched Damon's face closely as he processed that. He seemed to be deep in thought and she could guess what he was thinking about.
"But then after Klaus found out what she'd done, he had killed her entire family just because she crossed him and he's still after her, after all these years." That was definitely the last straw, the most powerful spark that resulted into the fire. Elena couldn't control her tears any longer and she was aware that Damon was the last person on the planet that knew how to comfort someone in tears but she couldn't help it. Tears started to leak from the corners of Elena's eyes and she felt Damon's body go taut when she rest her head against his shoulder, but he didn't pull away and she was happy for that. They shared a few moments of silence, the only things breaking it were Elena's soft sobs and for Damon, a few sounds of movement happening in the other parts of Elena's house.
"I'm sorry Damon." Elena started feeling guilty for putting Damon through discomfort she knew he was experiencing even though she knew that he would deny it because she knew how unfamiliar Damon was with emotions, having spent almost all his life fighting them. "But I can't help it. I can't do this anymore. I'm the Petrova doppelganger and I understand why Klaus would want me, but it's not only me he wants. To break the curse he needs a doppelganger, a witch, a werewolf and a vampire. It's just not me in danger. Because of me, Bonnie, Tyler, Caroline are in danger. Stefan and even you too because I know you guys are going to die trying to save me. And I can't even escape this, because if I do, Klaus is going end up killing every single person I care about and I can't just stand there and watch. What am I going to do? People I love are going to die either way and its all because of me!" Elena was now sobbing uncontrollably and Damon just watched her wanting to comfort her but scolding himself not to knowing that she would find a way to break through his barriers and leave him doing something he knew wasn't right. She was vulnerable and he couldn't take advantage of her.
Elena wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them into her chest accepting that Damon would not console her no matter what. She surprised speechless when she heard the quick rush of wind echo in the silence and then was pulled with inhuman speed into a hard chest; her cheeks pressed firmly against the cool leather of Damon's favorite jacket. And through her tears, she felt the corners of her mouth pick up lightly.
As Damon stood there, holding Elena's slim and fragile body tightly against him as her sobs wracked her body, he cursed at himself. By doing that, he was breaking countless rules, crossing millions of lines and deceiving a whole lot of people including Elena and him. Damon braced himself for the fit he was sure Elena would throw for doing what he did but was surprised when instead Elena nuzzled her head further into his chest and snaked her arms around his lean build frame and finally, after what seemed like ages, Elena's sobs died down gradually.
The duo stood in the center of the dimly lit bedroom, both saying nothing to break the silence that engulfed them too caught up in their own thoughts. Elena tried to imagine the situation with Stefan and was glad tat Damon was not constantly whispering things like 'everything's going to be alright' because she knew that now things would never be alright. Too many lives were at risk because of her and Stefan telling her that things would be fine would have only really emphasized that they wouldn't because most of the times when Stefan said that, he didn't believe it either but only said it for the sake of optimism. She felt horrible thinking that way about Stefan but she couldn't deny the truth. As if reading the gist of her thoughts, Damon spoke up.
"I don't know why you're coming to me with this instead of Stefan but-" Shortly being cut off by Elena, who pulled away gently from his grasp and took a step back so she could look properly into his face, she said:
"He knows, and all he said was that Katherine was lying and then when I tried to explain she wasn't, he told me not to worry about it and that everything's going to be fine." Elena took a deep breath, and then continued. "Everything's not going to be fine Damon and he needs to understand that I have a right to know the truth and that I can handle it. Every step of the way, he's been trying to protect my feelings as though I'm a little plucky child. I'm not Damon." She pleaded as though desperately trying for him to believe her. "I know he's only doing what he thinks is right for me but I need him to know that I can decide that for myself." Elena saw how Damon was hanging on to her every word and was happy he was there to listen. Damon nodded and gave her a knowing look.
"That's my baby bro for ya." Damon started to pace around the room and pick at little objects here and there scattered around her room on the different table tops and holders. She watched him stand at her dresser and fiddle with her make up set and hair brush and then start to sniff at each of her perfumes. "He has this really annoying thing about himself to always be the one to save the day and carry all the burdens. He-ooh, I like this one. What is it?" Damon examined the creative body of the perfume bottle which he apparently liked.
"Burberry. Man Elena, you've got an awesome eye for perfumes…" he paused and gave her a cheeky smile. "Or should I say nose?" and then started to chuckle at his own lousy joke as he tossed the glass bottle from hand to hand. Elena quickly grabbed it from his grasp and placed it on the dresser in its original position.
"You're not funny Damon." She gave him a pointed look and placed a hand on her hip, quirking her brow. Damon gave out an exaggerated groan.
"Oh come on Elena, don't be such a buzz kill!" Damon smirked at her charmingly. "Fine, that was a little lousy but you've got to give it to me, I mean all I was trying to do was to get a smile on that pretty face of yours and guess what, I succeeded." Damon negotiated matter-of-factly.
Whether she had a smile on her face before she wasn't sure but she was a hundred percent sure there was one on her face now.
"You little flirt!" she accused grabbing the other bottle of perfume he was shaking and placing it safely on the dresser. She nudged his shoulders lightly and pushed past him to sit on her bed, still watching him as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms in from of his chest, crossing his left ankle over his right. He flashed her a sexy wink and grinned. "You know it babe."
Ok maybe that pushed a little too far. She looked away and couldn't help but continue to smile at how easy things were with him. They used to be like that with Stefan once, until Katherine came into the picture. A shadow crossed her face but she refused to accuse Stefan of something like that. Pushing those thoughts away, she turned to Damon once again, who was now watching her with curiosity.
"I was being serious Damon." She scolded him but on the inside thanked him for the distraction.
"Oh come on Elena! And here I was thinking that you'd actually make it through two minutes of fun before your broodiness killed it. Speaking of which, you should stop spending all that time with Broody, becoming more like him everyday."
Elena cocked her head at him and gave him a look making Damon's shoulders slump slightly. "Fiiiine." Damon dragged the single syllable. "As I was saying while we were having the conversation that could win an award for being by far the most boring one on the face of this planet, his annoying majesty has this psychotic need to prove himself. Show everyone that he can fix things, that he's the knight in shining armor and all that crap. He always wants to just save the day."
"He needs to understand that this day is one he won't be saving. No one will. No one can." Elena said sadly, looking down at her hands. She heard Damon sigh but dared not look up. She could hear his footsteps coming closer to her until his dark shoes appeared in her line of vision. Two strong gentle fingers pressed under her chin and guided her face to face his. Damon's eyes were intense and he wore an emotion of sympathy as he pursed his lips together, thinking of what to tell her.
"Elena, listen to me and listen well. It isn't your fault that everyone is headed in the direction of the biggest blood bath the entire world might never hear about but you and I both know that there is nothing you could've done to prevent it. You were born with this curse; you didn't do anything to acquire it. Stop beating yourself up about it. I promise we'll somehow find a way to fix this eventually." Damon told her, meaning every word, all signs of him usual cockiness and sarcasm vanished. Elena only nodded and continued to look deep into his eyes searching for his soul. She saw his eyes flicker from her chocolate orbs to her lips. Once. Twice. And a third time.
In her mind, she knew this was wrong but then why was her body leaning closer to Damon to close the gap. She knew if they kissed that it was something that she would not be able to walk away from just like that. Considering Damon's feelings towards her just showed how much the aftermath would shatter him as well, but then why were her eyes fluttering shut and her lips tingling in anticipation of the promised bliss. Just a tiny bit closer…
The rush of cool wind hit her hard in the face and her eyelids flew open only to be met with emptiness where Damon was kneeling down at a fraction of a second ago. She turned frantically to her left then right to see his tall figure a silhouette in front of the open window.
"Elena, we can't" Came Damon's strangled voice. Elena's head was pounding signaling the formation of a headache she could do perfectly fine without. She could feel her heart hammering through her chest. So much had happened during the whole day and it was now taking its toll on her.
"Isn't this what you want, Damon?" Even Elena was surprised by her words that came out softly; that came out like a desperate plea.
"There's a lot of things I want Elena, unfortunately, you can't always get what you want. It's a truth I've come to terms with." Damon replied and Elena could literally feel the sadness radiating off his retreating form. "I should leave."
"Damon, talk to me." She didn't know what had gotten into her, all she knew was that there was something that was really bothering Damon and she wanted to make him feel better. Damon shook his head and said nothing. "Damon, please. Don't shut me out." Elena begged as she approached him hesitantly. Then realization hit her.
"This is about Stefan isn't it?" Damon remained quiet for a few moments and watched Elena's face which he could see clearly even though the room was very poorly lit. Every contour, every line screamed out to him to just confess and then live a life worse than hell. He tried to keep himself strong. He'd already showed her enough of his humanity tonight but he couldn't and so he caved.
"Elena, it's not only about Stefan. It's about you and me too. It's about us. I can't trust myself with you especially now, when you're upset and not thinking right. If I start, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself. Even just one toe past the line and there's no going back. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and feel something we did wasn't meant to happen. I'll go crazy Elena, I really will. It happened once when I thought you were Katherine and I was on the verge of insanity. This might just break me." And that was it. All the humanity she was going to get from Damon Salvatore in a long time. At least he hoped. He made sure to freeze every emotion he'd felt that night and turned to look at her with a straight face she couldn't fathom. Elena didn't say anything, taking in everything she'd just heard but just before he was making to leave her room, she stopped him, her voice thick with emotion.
"Just so you know Damon, Stefan and I, I don't really know what is happening because it's pretty complicated now but I can assure you that we are probably officially broken up, with Katherine and Klaus at the loose. I love Stefan and always will but things will never be the way they were before." She paused briefly and watched his unchanged face, took a deep breath, and then continued. "I've always tried to hate you Damon. After what you did to Jeremy, I was convinced I did but then I realized I was making myself believe that's how I felt about you and not my original feelings. Damon. You're ignorant, arrogant, an ass almost all the time but I can't hate you. I want to all the time but if I did, I wouldn't be fair to myself. I can't say anything I feel for you is deep because I don't know that and I'm not ready to even admit it to myself if I did I need you to know that I trust you, way more than I should. I've tried to fight whatever it is we have, but I'm done fighting."
Damon didn't know what to tell her. He only knew that tings were getting too deep for him to handle and he decided it was time for Damon the dick to save the day and bring all the barriers that Elena had managed to knock over.
"I really shouldn't be here but since I am, I might as well make the best out of this little situation we've gotten ourselves into and let little Stef know I popped in. Now his reaction I'm looking forward to. I'm sure it should be the highlight of this century. You have yourself a good night Elena." He flashed her his signature smirk and then turned to the window. He stopped, gave her a once over and added, "BTW, cute jammies." And he was gone.
That was harder to type than I thought. I have exams coming really soon so I probably wont be able to update much but ill try to get atleast one more out. Please stick with the story and review, they absolutely mean everything to me. Constructive please! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! :)
btw, should i leave this a oneshot or should i continue it?