Never Let Me Go
DG32173
Sarah: yet another Damon/Elena fanfic. I hope everyone enjoys it!
DISCLAIMER
I only own what I write. Everything else is owned by someone with a much bigger bank account than mine. This is the only disclaimer for the whole story.
WARNINGS
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! Rated M for my sanity. Not that I have any. Elena's viewpoint.
SUMMARY
What if Damon didn't compel Elena to forget their first meeting? What if he merely compelled her to tell no one about it? Series rewrite. Damon/Elena
Prologue
"I know Bonnie. You're right. You and my mom both are. I just can't bring myself to tell him," I say into my cell phone. "At least not tonight. Call you tomorrow."
As I hang up, a voice full of surprise makes me look up. "Katherine?" the beautiful blue-eyed man breathes. He's standing in the middle of the road and staring straight at me.
"Um, no," I say as I look over my shoulder, wondering if he's talking to someone behind me. But I'm the only one here. "I'm Elena,"
"Oh. You … you just look …," he says, tripping over his tongue. He sighs, obviously annoyed with himself. "I'm sorry. You just really remind me of someone," he says, walking closer to me. "I'm Damon."
"Not to be rude or anything, Damon, but it's kind of creepy that you're out here in the middle of nowhere."
"You're one to talk. You're out here all by yourself."
"It's Mystic Falls; nothing bad ever happens here." I look down at my phone then return my eyes to his. "Got into a fight with my boyfriend."
"About what? May I ask?"
"Life. The future. He's got it all mapped out."
"You don't want it?"
"I don't know what I want."
"Well, that's not true. You want what everyone wants."
"What, mysterious stranger who has all the answers?" I ask, smirking at him.
"Well, let's just say that I've been around a long time. I've learned a few things."
"So, Damon, tell me. What is it that I want?"
"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure. And even a little danger," he says, walking closer.
"So what do you want?" I ask, obviously catching him by surprise. Before he can gather his wits again, I turn at a familiar car horn honking. I see my parents' car making its way towards us. "It's my parents," I say, turning back only to find him directly in front of me. My eyes lock with his and I feel a powerful, uncompromising grip on my mind. Try as I might, I can't break eye contact.
"I want you to get everything you're looking for," he says, his eyes dilating in contracting rapidly. "But, right now, I want you to tell no one about this meeting. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena."
I blink and when I open my eyes, Damon's gone. 'How did he move so fast?' I wonder. I climb into the backseat of my parents car and prepare myself to listen to my parents' "I told you so" speech the entire ride home. But my thoughts keep drifting back to that beautiful blue-eyed man.
And when something causes Dad to drive the car off Wickery Bridge, Damon's face and two words are the last things on my mind before darkness takes over. The words are: "what if?"