Delena in Another Time

by briesworld

I wanted to see what it would be like if Damon and Elena met without complications such as being vampires, or her being with Stefan. I want to come to that at some point, and Stefan and vamps will be involved but I want to go back to the second world war and have them meet as normal humans like all of us. It is an M rating due to the fact it may become more adult as I progress.

1. The Meeting

As soon as he saw her, he became transfixed. As much as he tried his eyes refused to move from her beautiful face. He knew he had to be with her, it was like a switch inside him that was waiting to be turned on had just flicked. Never in his 25 years had he seen something, or someone so completely beautiful. Before he could even think of turning away his legs began to move, like something in the earth was pulling him towards her.

He reached her side and in the gentlemanly way he had always been taught he bowed his head, and as confidently as he could possibly say he said 'Hello Madame, I am Damon.' His body froze as she turned to face him. Her irresistible dark chocolate brown hair moved slightly as she did so, but it wasn't let down. Damon could only imagine how long, and mesmerizing her hair would be if it was let down, out of the stiff up-do society had made her wear. Her deep brown eyes gazed into his, and he felt something spark between them. He knew in his mind that was impossible, but her eyes locked with his and she knew, just as well as he knew this was it, this was love.

Her perfectly set mouth managed to gape out a reply, 'I am Elena, Elena Gilbert…' her sparkly voice trickled off as she began to feel uncomfortable in such a public area. She couldn't help but be mesmerized by the most handsome man she had ever seen, he looked older maybe a few years. She was only a girl, 17, and innocent. But he made something churn inside of her, it was like a longing that had always been there had begun to leak out from within her, a longing, a desire for him. His perfectly sculpted jaw line was drastically highlighted by his jet black hair, while his ice cold blue eyes blended perfectly with his porcelain skin. Everything about him, made everything seem right. It was if everything in life suddenly made sense, and all because of him.

'Well Elena Gilbert, I am a Salvatore, I am sure you have heard that name thrown about.' He cheekily exclaimed, with a glint to his cold eyes.

'Ah I am faced with a Sneaky Salvatore, whatever will I do?' She mocked his cheeky tone as a small smirk grew across her face. 'I have to say Mr Salvatore, I don't think we can properly get to know each other in this park on this fine eve, I must be returning home shortly my brother is waiting just over there.'

Damon suddenly felt an urge to grab her right there, but restrained himself knowing that for this to work he had to be proper. He did a small fake pout, and grabbed her hand.

'Tomorrow Miss Gilbert, I will pick you up at 6 and we will go dancing. No excuses.' He said with a small glimmer to his eye, as he bent down and slowly kissed her soft hand.

Elena couldn't help but feel a squirm of desire rush around her body, as she tried as coolly as she could to respond, 'Of course Mr Salvatore, I wouldn't miss it for the world.' And with that she turned swiftly and walked as elegantly as she could, knowing that his longing eyes were burning on her back as she walked away.