The rays of sun danced brilliantly across Elena's features in soft dappled patterns. This, in her mind, was the primary reason for waking; though in her sleep hazed state she failed to recognize the faint but familiar scent of Armani and leather that lingered in the air, just as she neglected to notice the way the curtains fluttered against the open window, even though there really wasn't any breeze to speak of.
A quick glance at her alarm told her she still had another hour before she needed to be up and ready for school, so she closed her eyes once more, snuggled back into her pillow and let her thoughts run free. It wasn't long before memories from the previous night began to resurface and Elena found a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She had been upset. No, it was more than that, the poor girl had been downright distraught...and somehow he knew, because just like any other time she had been on the brink of an emotional meltdown, he appeared. It didn't matter if she hated him at the time, or if she was trying to avoid him for some reason, Damon would be there to comfort her. She never questioned it, or tried to make sense of it because that's just the way their weird little relationship worked. Elena pondered this a moment longer before realization struck.
"Damon!" His name was like fire dancing across her tongue as she shot bolt upright, flinging her comforter from her body as she grabbed for her cell phone. All traces of sleep had vanished as Elena quickly opened a blank text, her fingers dancing expertly across the keypad, typing out a message to the eldest Salvatore brother.
Damon, don't confront your brother –please
Elena willed all of her emotion into those six words, praying that he would understand, that he would somehow sense her unease. Things were way too volatile right now and the last thing she wanted was for the Salvatore brothers to face-off when she knew for a fact that Stefan wasn't even in his right mind. Every second that passed without an answer passed by in slow motion. Elena could feel every beat of her pulse; it felt as if her heart was flooding her veins with ice water as she waited for a reply.
Don't worry; I will leave Saint Stefan alone...for now.
Relief flooded through Elena as she read through the text message she had just received from Damon. She would talk to him later though it was a conversation she was dreading, but right now she had to get ready for school.
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