Of Shadows and Light

by VividFantasy

This is a Delena story, taking place in a more distant future. NOTE: I came up with the idea for this fic during the hiatus between season 3 and 4. So everything that happened until the season 3 finale applies as background to this story, the rest does not. Basically, this is a spin-off after season 3.

1. Chapter 1

So, I've decided to put my story back up. Because this is MY story, MY view of Elena and her relationship to Damon and I'm not gonna let anything keep me from writing it. I'd really like to thank Fanfic-Ritz and misfitvampirequeen for their encouraging. Without you two, I would have given up on this. My one and only teddeh, for being my balance without even realizing it. And most important of all, my soul sistah for never giving up on me 3

Now, enough of the babbling and onto the story - Enjoy! ;)

Chapter 1

I had no idea how I had ended up in that bar. It must have been somewhere along the borderline between North and South Dakota, middle of nowhere. Of course, I was just passing through. Really, I had simply been going with the flow for quite a while… well, a few years to be precise. But what were those compared to eternity? Anyways, I had become attuned to constantly being on the move, not staying anywhere for more than a couple of weeks. Especially in places like this one. It became too obvious way too quickly when one of those small-towners… vanished. I downed my drink with a grim expression. It wasn't really soothing anymore; I knew I'd have to feed soon. Probably not here, though… I had already snacked on one or two people in the vicinity. Where to go to though? My mind wandered back to Mystic Falls; I was catching myself on that thought quite often again lately. It annoyed me; I knew I couldn't go back there. Yet. Too many people were still alive, people that remembered. I should give it another… well. 40 years maybe. But then again, that was nothing when the number of years you had to live was endless. I shrugged. And tensed. My back was turned towards the door, I couldn't see him. But I could feel his presence entering the room. I was shocked by how attuned I still was to it, after all these years. I felt my heart thump. What was he doing here? Then my mood changed as quickly as it was typical for my species, and anger rose within me. It was pathetic, still giving him power over me like this. I slowly turned around on my bar stool. My eyes caught sight of him immediately. There he was, standing in the doorway in all his dark glory. He hadn't changed one bit. I swallowed. Blazing blue eyes were piercing straight into mine, seeing right through them, finding its way to my innermost like they always had. It was him. Damon.