Wednesday 11th May 2011
Fanfiction Stories
The Coldest Night
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries.
Pairing: Damon and Elena.
Summary: Elena's feeling of Damon's dying. Yes I know it's been done many times, I wanted have a go at the premise and get back to writing. So without further ado, let's get on with it!
Disclaimer: The Vampire diaries rights do not belong to me; they belong to their rightful owners. I am only using their characters and affiliations as inspiration and for constructive criticism of my writing.
Today was the day, the day where finality begins. Or so…It felt like. After defeating Klaus; with substantial loss inflicted – it was perhaps melodramatic and shameful to say…This was the day that finality begins. Bonnie, Jeremy, Alaric and Jenna were dead after all. And not the good kind of 'death', if there is a good kind of death to encounter and obtain. You're either dead or the undead…I don't know which is worse. Of course if the undead didn't exist, the vampires I loved - the vampire I love - I would never know existed. And even though he is not perfect, after all nobody is; I wouldn't have him any other way. "Have him?" I never had him….I pushed him away at everything turn, up, down, away, left and right in every direction. I never told him the truth. Even though he always did, with a few minor exceptions, he always told me everything…Even though at times he didn't know it…I knew.
But now he was gone….Gone with no way of coming back…None whatsoever! As if on cue the weathered storm in Elena's heart, my heart, crumpled and cumulated itself onto reality, masking my tears and failures. Stefan was here somewhere but I couldn't see or feel him anywhere. However when I picked myself of the ground or at least I thought I did; I turned and saw but not felt Stefan's arms around me, holding me tight. But those arms, the arms that kept me so secure a few years back, were not the arms I now longer wanted or needed. I needed his arms, legs, body and mind forever. I needed him. Damon. Damon Salvatore. But I knew he was bound never to come back. Only Bonnie could have helped but because of me, my whole family was gone, including everybody I loved, although at times I didn't tell them that. Even Stefan, who was technically alive, was a ghost of himself and others. But I didn't care! I didn't care about anybody else! I only wanted him, as selfish as that was, I needed him. However I couldn't have him. I could never have him. Never! But why, why not once, could I not have him!
And as I delicately place a rose, as familiarly as ever on a grave…His grave, I break down inside. Never will I have him once, again or forever. After all, I thought I knew all of him, so why didn't he tell me? Even though I thought, I believed that I saw his face, his figure staring at me, edging me on, as he did at Jenna's funeral. As he always did and will forever continue to do. I promise myself that I will never forget him ever!