Author's Note: Okay so I know how painful the hiatus is. Lately I have been reading a lot of fan fictions and I love them so I decided to write my own fanfiction of TVD's Season 3. Please review! Expect some incorrect grammar, English is my second language, and I'm 14. Could get AU after some chapters... When it comes to Delena, my imagination is a bit dangerous :P
A\N First few chapters will be just a POV description of what happened in 2x22.. Though this isnt a Season 3 Prediction,I had to use this storyline.
Fanfiction about TV characters. All rights belong to respective owners. As much as I would like to own Damon for 24 hours, they are not mine.
Rating: T
I was feeling unbearable pain in my entire body. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I was in my bed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Elena with a wet cloth in her hand.
"Damon, I'm right here," she said, moving closer to me.
"Elena, get out of here, I could hurt you…" I spoke slowly, before narrowing my brows in pain.
"You won't," she replied. God, how could she trust me this much? "I'm here till the very end, I'm not leaving you."
"Get out of here!" I said again, before my sentence turned into a cry of pain, and then a long growl.
She climbed next to me. "Hey… it's okay, it's okay."
Elena wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on my head.
"It's not okay. All those years I blamed Stefan, but no one forced me to love her. It was my own choice. I made the wrong choice," I cried. It was true, then. In death, remorse, guilt and the mistakes you did in life get thrown back at you. I could feel more than guilt in me.
"Tell Stefan I'm sorry." I made an effort and looked up to meet her gaze. She wiped my face and in tears, replied, "I will."
Suddenly the room was too quiet. I closed my eyes and focused my hearing abilities on Elena. Her heart was beating fast, and she was holding back from crying out loud. Everything felt peaceful besides my pain and my heavy breathing-I could almost die happy there, in the arms of the woman that I love.
"This is more painful than I thought…"
"There's still hope," she said, her voice breaking.
"I've made a lot of choices that gotten me here. I deserve this. I deserve to die."
She lowered herself so that she could face me. "No, you don't."
"I do, Elena, and it's okay." I smiled at her. "Because if I chosen differently I wouldn't have met you. I'm so sorry. I've done so many things to hurt you."
Snapping her brother's neck, force-feeding her my blood…
"It's okay, I forgive you." Her voice was honest.
"I know that you love Stefan, and it's always going to be Stefan…" I continued, as I felt her closer, cuddling with me. She rubbed the back of my hand comfortingly. "But I love you. You should know that."
I heard her cry. No, don't cry, I wanted to say. I hated it when she cried.
"I do," she replied.
"You should've met me in 1864," I remembered my old self. I was kind, I knew what love was, and I wasn't a killer. "You would've liked me."
She raised her head. "I like you now," she assured me. "Just the way you are."
I closed my eyes, I felt a relief from the pain, and I was going to die happy, knowing that Elena forgave me.
It was there when I felt her breath on my face, and her sweet scent moving closer to me. When I say sweet scent-It isn't the kind of sweet blood scent-It is Elena scent. There was no woman like Elena.
I felt her lips press against mine. Elena Gilbert just kissed me.
The kiss was short, yet I could feel her care for me.
"Thank you." That was the one thing I could say.
"You're welcome…" she replied, one of her tears falling on my face.
"It's me he should be thanking."
Katherine.
"I mean, I'm the one who brought the cure."
She turned to Elena, who had gotten off my bed. "I thought you were dead."
"I was."
Katherine moved closer to me, and poured something in my mouth.
"You got out free."
"Yep, finally." She grinned.
"And you still came here?"
"I owed you one." Katherine patted my cheek, and then got off the bed.
"Where's Stefan?" Elena asked her.
"Are you sure you care?" She gave her an I know what you just did smile.
"Where is he?" Elena demanded.
"He's paying for this," Katherine said as she rose the blood bottle. "He gave himself over to Klaus. I wouldn't expect him anytime soon."
"What do you mean he gave himself over?"
"He just sacrificed everything to save his brother, including you. It's a good thing you have Damon to keep you company."
I shot her a cold look.
"Goodbye Elena," she added, and turned to the door.
"Oh-it's okay to love them both. I did." She threw the bottle to Elena, who caught it immediately, looking at me with a worried and troubled expression.
I bet my expression mirrored hers.
