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Stefan rubbed his head, the whisky still burning the back of his throat, his brother would be pissed he had finished his supply. He heard the door slam to the boarding house and felt Damon's presence, he appeared by the door and didn't look best pleased. Stefan raised his head and gave Damon a look.
"Why?" Damon asked simply. His voice dry and his eyes burning. Stefan wondered where his brother had spent the night, wondered but didn't ponder.
"I've loved her for 150 years Damon, she came back for me" Stefan moaned, his hangover clearly evident.
"No, why did you hurt Elena?" Damon asked "You used her!" his voice became angry and broken.
"I never meant to hurt her Damon, she just happened, I didn't mean for it to ever get this serious, but then I thought I'd never see Katherine again and I just enjoyed her more." Stefan added.
"You... Enjoyed her?" Damon pouted his lips pushing his teeth together in frustration. "Did you feed from her?" Damon crooked his head and gave a little enquiring smile. It wasn't a happy smile.
Stefan swallowed and looked down at his hands then back to Damon, guilt written all over his face, body and soul.
"You asshole" Damon spat. "You can't handle human blood Stefan, why did you even try?" he rubbed his brow and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry Damon, I couldn't control myself, her blood is too much." he let his face drop and Damon, although he hated Stefan right now, he knew his brother meant that last statement, he was sorry, in his own twisted way. Her blood had really brought out the animal.
"I really want to hate you right now." Damon smashed his fist through the nearest door and pulled it back with a slight twitch. "You hurt Elena Stefan." he whispered. "My Elena" he finished, almost silently. His hands clutching at his jacket, his shirt, anything to stop him from grabbing Stefan by the throat and pulling the life from him.
"I need to leave, but you need to fix this, I can't have it happen like this..." Stefan croaked. Damon narrowed his eyes, tipped his head and folded his arms asking for more. "Please. Make her forget and ill end it without hurting her. Then ill leave. You'll not see me again."
"And why should I do this Stefan?" his eyebrows twitched.
"Because you love her." Damon looked down at his shoes, as much as he didn't want to admit this in front of him, he swallowed hard in recognition. "I promise if you fix this, I'll end things properly, leave without breaking her heart." Damon gave him a small nod.
And with that Damon turned his back and headed towards his room.
"Good" he whispered to himself, sure that Stefan would hear perfectly.
He reached his room and found a chair where he slumped and kicked off his shoes. He felt so happy inside, a real kiss from Elena on his mind, she filled him up, completed him. He would die for her. Yet he felt so alone and completely devastated that he would help Stefan. The tears came and covered his face, he let his head fall back and the guilt take over. He let the thought run through his mind over and over. He was a horrible person, and he deserved nothing. He thought about her that night and the following morning... He needed to see her, just one more kiss before he made her forget.
Elena opened her diary, something she hadn't done for a long time, but instead of writing she read instead. Her words seemed so mumbled, distant and forgetful. One sentence fell off the page.
"Damon saved me, I don't know what it is, but he makes me feel safe."
Elena stared at the words, re-reading them again and again. She jumped when Damon appeared at her window, the soft breeze of the afternoon sun meeting her hair. He smiled, she raised from her bed. Damon met her quickly and in an instant their lips came crashing together, his hands grabbing her and pulling her into his embrace. Elena grabbed at his jacket collar, pulling him into her.
Damon pulled away but gave her a tiny smile. "So you thought about it?" he smiled, an eyebrow raised. Elena let out a giggle and then gave him another kiss, her hands finding his chest.
"I've always been attracted to you Damon." Elena whispered. "But..." she wished this could be simple, but she needed answers from Stefan, from Damon, from herself. "Why her?" she asked and Damon knew the answer perfectly.
"She always had a hold over him, I hated that she would click her fingers and he'd always go running." Damon held Elena's hand "I knew she didn't love me, I always knew, I just never accepted it." Damon's eyes burned with hurt and Elena could see it pained for him to remember. "He loved you Elena I'm sure of it, it wasn't fake, but she clicked her fingers, and he ran faster than he ever did." Damon let his thumb comfort Elena's hand.
"I know, I loved him too, but there was always something he hated about us." Elena let her free hand cup Damon's face, tiny tears welling in her eyes. "He once told me to stay away from you." Elena winced as she said the word 'told'. "It was like he should have ended the sentence with, or else." Elena wiggled her eyebrows.
Damon took a step back and grabbed both of Elena's hands in his. "Do you trust me Elena?" she nodded. His hand reached to her neck and removed the vervain filled pendant from around her neck. "I'm sorry." Elena looked worried and her eyes immediately darted to her pendant now thrown on her bed. "I love you more than you could ever imagine, but I've told you once, I'll tell you again, I don't deserve you..." he trailed off as Elena became focused on his eyes. "Stefan would never hurt you, he loves you. When you visited the tomb, you heard him say that to Katherine. You came home and knew he loved you. You've been so busy these past few days with school work that tonight you should go see Stefan, have a nice meal, talk things through." His heart broke.
Elena opened her eyes and gave a little yawn, she rubbed her head and sat up. It must have been a busy few days at school, because sleeping in the afternoon was a terrible habit to start. She gave herself a little smile and headed to the bathroom, missioned with making herself look presentable for Stefan. She didn't feel up for the challenge at all, her heart sunk a little, but this needed to be done, in some weird way, she felt like she had to.
Damon flung open the door to Stefan's bedroom without knocking. His face angry and upset.
"I did it, she's coming tonight and you can say your goodbyes." He spat out, tumbler in hand filled with it's poison. Stefan gave him a look to say thank you but nothing left his lips. "you're fucking welcome" Damon added before turning and leaving the room.
Elena stepped from the shower and held her head in her hands, wow what a headache. She pushed her eyes shut and let's the pain fill her head, never before has she suffered with headaches so bad, but this was different she had a twist in her stomach and then the pain was gone. She opened her blurry eyes and looked into her mirror, she saw visions of someone in her room, someone blurry feasting on her shoulder, she jumped and shook her head and when she opened them again, he was gone. Who was that she thought as she rubbed the area in reaction.