Somehow, I managed to stand there and watch as she walked down the aisle. Even from where I was; ten rows back, three people deep, I could still hear her heart beat. And I was surprised it wasn't pumping out of her chest. She leaned all of her weight against Alaric as he practically dragged her up the red carpeted aisle. If it weren't for the Scotch currently under the pew I was sitting at, I may not have been able to make it through the service.

Of all people, why Matt? The eternal bottle-blond bus boy? When she came home that night two years ago and told me she was engaged, I tried, with the gusto of a hound dog, to get her to end the engagement.

After Stefan had gone to the edge of glory and made a complete 180, he had run away. A month later, I saw his obituary. He had died in Warner Robins. They say the cause of death was unknown. That unknown had a name, and it was Katherine Pierce. Driven to the edge, Elena had leapt back into the arms of the ever-waiting Matt.

I'm not really even supposed to be here. The last I'd heard from Elena was four months ago. She wanted nothing to do with Mystic Falls anymore. Being five months pregnant, she was starting to show. It wasn't me, she promised. It was the she didn't want her child to be born into a vampire-infested-folklore-legend-ghost-town, as she had put it. Matt had bought them an apartment in Baltimore, and they were moving there at the end of the week, after all of the wedding stuff was squared away. Even with her baby bump, Elena out-shined her bridesmaids Bonnie and Caroline by leaps and bound.

Even though she lost her "one and only" as Elena had put it at one point of Stefan, I lost my brother. But for the first week or so, I had to try to shut off my own emotions and help her through. After that, the tables turned, though. We got along. You could've actually considered us friends. We went to the stupid Founder's Parties together, and actually managed to make each other laugh sometimes.

She turned her back on me so fast it almost gave me whiplash. I even went on the Bambi diet for a while to prove to her that I could control myself. The last thing she told me was, "You're a good person, and I feel for you. And to be honest, I probably love you, but it doesn't erase what you've done; to me, to Stefan, to this godforsaken town. I'm getting out- and I hope to God you don't follow me."

Now as she stood there in front of the pastor, reading off her vows, I would have sworn I saw her shed a tear. Not for Matt, either. I could tell she knew I was here. When she gazed out across the crowd, I managed to catch her eye. A wink was all I could muster. Elena let out an exasperated, choked sob. I knew she didn't want this. I knew what I had to do.

"I object." I mustered, standing from the pew.

The pastor looked absolutely befuddled, "I haven't asked for-"

"I don't give a rat's ass, Old Man." I answered back, feeling a bit more confident, "Can you people not tell that she is miserable?" Even though those hurtful things had been said so long ago, I could actually see Elena's face light up when I stood.

It remained silent for a steady thirty seconds, allowing for the shock of what had just happened to wear on everyone. Gradually, whispering began to increase, as Matt stood there, absolutely dumb-founded. I stood at the bottom of the alter, waiting for something else to come to mind, or for somebody else to chime in. Luckily, it was the ladder.

"I second that." Bonnie nearly whispered, from her place directly beside Elena. She dropped both of their bouquets to the ground and rested a hand on Elena's shoulder.

Suddenly, torsos began to emerge from over pews as about six others stood. Among those were Alaric, Jeremy, and Tyler. Even Caroline stepped forward out of the bridesmaid line. Matt simply stood, with a simply dumbfounded look on his face. He was absolutely speechless, as always. Seen, but not heard. Sometimes, I tend to believe he needs to stay that way. I swear, every time he opens his damn mouth, he makes me want to kill something.

Apparently, the overwhelming reaction had taken Elena over. She collapsed to the ground. I naturally went to the floor after her and lifted her up into my arms. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, I began to walk her back up the aisle and out the doors of the church, dropped her in the back seat of my car, and took off back to the Boarding House. We had barely been driving for five minutes when I heard a tiny whisper from the back seat, "Thank you, Damon." She whispered. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't mention it." I answered back to her, letting a small smile spread across my face, "Ever."