Author's Note: Well, well… there's a bad news and there's a really bad news. First things first, bad news is that I'm not going to be able to finish this story in two chapters…I'll be needing more chapters. Now here comes the really bad news, I'm going to need a lot more chapters to finish this story… You see when I started writing the story I honestly had no idea where to go with this story. So may be I was thinking too much of the story last night and Ka Chaw… Ka Boom… I was sleeping and this whole idea came rushing to me in a dream. It's gonna be a big story containing about 15 chapters, give it or take… So I'm gonna write down the story and you're gonna have to tolerate this story for a really long time… Please review and let me know your thoughts…
Chapter 2 [I'll Be Your Shadow, Let Me Chase You Forever]
Elena's POV
What the hell are you still doing here, Elena? My subconscious pulls through. I don't myself know what should I do. There is the unbearable pain in my heart, feels like I'm loosing someone, feels like my heart belongs to that someone, feels like his departure is ripping my heart out. And then there is the ache in my body, after I kissed Stefan, he literally took it as a permission to touch me and right now he's trailing sloppy kisses on my neck, over my shoulder, God it feels like I'm gonna through up. I thought earlier when my eyes were spontaneously searching Damon, he understood that I was just toying with him and he seemed a little sad at the thought that the reason his brother was leaving was nothing but a lost cause. But eventually his sadness turned into a sick pleasure. What brother on the earth finds pleasure while his brother's leaving him for some really lame reason? Then the thought crossed my mind, what if they're playing me? What if it was all planned to get my humanity back? No, I'm not gonna gulp that bait so easily. You wanna play, I can play too. So I just stick to that sucking position. I don't encourage him in the process but I don't interrupt him either. I have to know this was all just a game or…
What if, it's real, Elena? A chill runs down my spine… What if it's all real? What if he's really leaving us, leaving me? But this can't be real. How can it be? How can Stefan be so glad at his brother's departure? I mean, may be Damon had made his life miserable for a very long time, Stefan wanted Damon gone more than anything then, he even planed to desiccate Damon to death, steal his daylight ring, drive a stake through his heart. But I thought that rivalry between brothers were long gone, after all Stefan did sacrifice himself to Klaus to save his brother from a werewolf bite. But then again Stefan is the one who often talks about leaving, either him or Damon. Damon is the one who wants to stick to his brother, and Stefan is the one who always talks about leaving. I remember last year when Klaus compelled Stefan to attack me and after that, Damon saved me from the hospital he promised me that he'd never leave me. Then when Bonnie, Damon, Stefan, Tyler desiccated Klaus and saved me from bleeding to death and brought me home, I stood on our doorstep and I told them the toughest truth of my life that I couldn't make a choice in between them. Not because I was afraid, of becoming Katherine, I was afraid that if choose one of them then I might loose the other and I couldn't bear the thought of losing any of them. But then I heard that Stefan was the one inventing the brilliant 'the brother who I don't choose must leave' idea… He even convinced Damon agreeing the idea. And Damon, who once promised me he'd never leave me alone, agreed to his brother's stupid terms.
Disgusting…embarrassing… awkward… I couldn't remember when was the last time I felt this awkward before. Stefan is continuously kissing me like a drunk, wasted guy. I know he realized long ago that I'm not appreciating the idea of him kissing me like this. And this whole 'Hurray-my-brother-finally-gets-his-ass-out-of-my- territory-far-away-from-my-girl' rejoice thing is really making me sick at stomach. What should I expect from Stefan right…? I mean I've seen Stefan on human blood, I've seen the ripper Stefan, the no emotion Stefan… But this attitude of Saint Stefan kinda trumps the most useless, shallow person I've ever met. I don't care this whole Damon leaving thing is a game or not, I'm not playing anymore. I'm on my edge. I gotta leave before I start vomiting on his tux.
I abruptly part away from him and I show no hint of sweetness about it. Stefan begins to speak something. But I dismiss him almost rudely before he could get even a word out. Without even saying a word, I rush towards the ladies' room.
Wow! Perfect… this is exactly what I needed right now. A girl is washing up near the sink… I know her, her name is Tina or something…I don't care. So I rush toward her. I see she's startled at my move… "God, you scared me…" she starts, but I stop her in the midway, "You're not gonna make a sound", I say looking direct into her leaf green eyes. I bite down her neck and drink as first as possible. This whole Prom drama already made me hungry enough, my jaw was hurting, my fangs were sharpened to the point of bleeping my own lips, my whole body was set on fire. Her blood is doing the magic though. She not the best meal I've ever had, but she is kinda tasty. When I bit her she struggled a bit, but as I drain the life force out of her body, her movements goes rigid…soon she'll be a piece of dead meat in my arms and I'm gonna leave her lifeless body right here, not caring it's a ladies room in our school.
No way in hell I'm not gonna destroy my lovely pink prom gown to dig a grave for my poor little victim. I had to pay a lot to Mrs. Johnson to buy this, because this was already been chosen. But I had to have this dress, not because it'd piss Caroline off, but because the color matches my new pink hair highlight so magnificently… and the design is to die for. I admired the design since I saw it on Caroline earlier today. She claimed that I was the one who helped her choose this dress months ago…but I really don't remember anything. How could I not choose this dress for myself…it suits me way better than her. Honestly, people might think that Blondie's pretty hot, that's because she has a pretty face, not because she has a hot figure. She doesn't have womanly curves like I do. This off shoulder dress'd never appreciate her body like it's doing to me. How could I help her choose this, she's totally wrong for this dress. But then again I was this girl back then, the girl who couldn't admit what she wanted, the girl who couldn't be herself, because she always thought about what everybody wanted her to be, the girl who couldn't admit whom she loved, the girl who made all the wrong choices. I'm not that fragile, sad little girl anymore, who never thought about herself and tried to save everyone's asses sacrificing herself…
I'm this strong new person. I was reborn the moment, when Damon told me to turn my emotion switch off…Its not like I don't care. I care enough for me and my happiness. Its not like I don't feel anything anymore. I feel amazing every time I drain someone dry. That's exactly what I'm gonna do right now. I grab a fist full of her blond hair forcing her head towards me, I pull my full lengthen fangs in and out her flesh, widening the wound for me to access more and more blood…
"Great Party, Elena", I lift my face up from her neck as I hear a familiar voice from near the door.
"Rebekah" I see her in her deep violet mermaid dress. I wipe the blood away from my lips and toss the girl towards Rebekah, "…care to join" and I turn to the mirror to fix my make up… I see through the mirror that she doesn't eat. She just compels her to leave. I see the girl leaving in her tottering foot with the corner of my eyes. I glance at Rebekah through the mirror, "So…"I begin…
"… So you choose Stefan…" Rebekah speaks after a along pause of silence… "What do you mean", I speak breaking the eye contact of her reflection and me, pretending to be engaged with my lip-gloss…
Rebekah vamp speeds up to me, and snatches my peach lip-gloss away from me and grabbing my upper arms, she makes me turn towards her. "No time to play dumb, Elena. You know exactly what I mean…" she says furiously, "Why the hell do you always have to prove that you're making the right choice…." I release my arm and head to leave the ladies room. She grabs my arm forcefully, whirls me to her and says, "Don't you dare turn this back on me… Why did you have to pretend that you choose Stefan?" Ahhh… here we are, back to the original point. She's judging me too and here I though she's my new bestie. But then again how the hell could I forget about her crash on Stefan…it's been going on for…God knows…near a century. I bet she even had been dreaming about Stefan, while she was sleeping with a dagger in her heart in her cascade for 90 years. Out side, I just keep wearing my 'don't care' façade on and say, "Who's pretending?" "Oh really…you're not and I'm suppose to believe that." "Believe what you want…Bekah" I turn again to leave the bathroom. Rebekah steps in front of me within a second, her eyes becoming moisty… oh I hate waterworks, how am I supposed to comfort a thousand year old teen now. "Stefan isn't your choice and you know that. You're just using him to get even to Damon, aren't you?" she starts sobbing, "…do have any idea how many lives you're ruining. Damon's leaving town. He's probably leaving his brother for another century and half. And do have any idea of what's the worst part of your sickening game. Stefan's dump enough to believe that all this is real. He's gonna believe that there is some unresolved love in you for him and he's not gonna give that up, he's gonna hold onto that for…I don't know how many decades. And after many decades when he finally realizes that you don't love him at all, you just used him, he's gonna spend quality of time hating himself… you're splitting them, you're becoming the thorn in between the brothers, just like Katherine did. Or worse…Katherine at least didn't do it intentionally. You're intentionally turning them against each other, you're enjoying it." She finishes and wipes off the tears drops with the back of her hand…
Damon left us. He left me… I wanna tear apart my soul, that cool façade. The pain in my chest is so heavy that I feel like I'm gonna rip my heart out or collapse on the ground. But the mask manages to remain intact, I let out a deep breath and say, "…so it's true then…Damon's leaving."
"I know you, Elena", Rebekah comes close to me and starts patting my cheek, "…this cool don't care mask…I know its not you. The real you is somewhere in there and I know its hurting like hell." I'm breathless; I'm standing there like my heels are struck in glue. She continues to speak again in a soft soothing voice, "…you once told me that you still care, you care about yourself you care about your happiness… here Damon's leaving and he's taking all and any chances of your happiness long with him for your lifetime." "You think so…" I murmur, my own voice's sounding helpless to my ears. "I think he loves you and I think you love him as much as he do. You're being like emo teens with some really lame issues. And I think you really need to get over it and stop teasing each other, torturing each other. Now go find him", she almost orders but there isn't any compelling tone in her voice, there's a friendly tone, a well-wisher tone. I turn to leave but she grabs my hand saying, "You know, once I told Stefan that I envied his love for you…now I realize that I really needed to envy the love you have, Damon's love not Stefan's… there's absolutely nothing to envy about Stefan's love for you…" I remember that day when Rebekah held us captive in the school and played her dirty little games with us, compelled the truth about Damon out of me. I remember when Rebekah gave me an offer to permit her to remove every memories of me from Stefan's mind, I couldn't agree, but Stefan insisted her to remove every memories of me on the instant. Then I remember that was the day when I said Damon 'I love you' for the first time… I storm out the bathroom. I need to go find him, I need to stop him, before its too late…
Damon's POV
It's really been a hell of a crazy-ass night. She kissed my brother right under my nose and all the time I've been thinking that she wants to piss me off…now I realize what an ass I am to think that her original love for Stefan probably'd never return in my existence. I thought after all these time we've spent fighting, hating each other we brothers would finally be settled that Elena's finally mine. But no she's fucking loving the passing the passer game… She's toying with both of us. Now comparing her to Katherine'd seem useless. One moment she's using my ass, the other moment she's using my brother. I'm done with her dirty lil games. I'm not playing anymore. If she wants to settle with my brother, I'm gonna make sure she gets it. I enter the grill, settling on a bar's stool I order the bartender two bottles of bourbon. Here's I thought, now that I finally got her, I can live happily ever after with her. Even if she's sired to me, when she requested me to take the cure and be human, spend my life as a human with her, I believed that it was real, it was all real. It was all fake, all fucking fake. The bartender places two bottles near me. I grab one from the bar, pop the bottle open and yank the brown liquor down my throat quick. You're not gonna let your ass involve into this anymore. You're gonna leave her with your baby bro and get the hell out of the town, out of their lives- I though with all my determination. But since it's my fault that she's loosen her humanity, it's my responsibility to fix it. I'll have to wait until we make her turn her humanity back on. I'm gonna have to stay with them until then and once she turns her humanity back on I'm gonna leave and not come back for at least a century and I'm gonna spend my life as far away from her as possible. I take another stomach full sip emptying the bottle, I grab the other bottle and head to leave the grill…I know where to go…
Elena's POV
I rush storm into Damon's room in boarding house. I've been running in this vamp speed since my conversation with Rebekah at the ladies room. I saw panic in Stefan, Caroline, Matt and Bonnie's eyes. I don't care if the folks leave party screaming panicking about me running in my vamp, high speed. Stefan and Caroline sure can take care of that… I storm into his room, he still hasn't moved all his belongings from this room yet. His belongings are still in here. I rush to his new bedroom. It's not as huge as his room, but it's pretty beautiful too, somewhat darker perhaps…and as usual, everything's so tidy, everything's placed neatly where they belonged. I search and find out almost everything else's there, except for few of his regular shirts, a few pairs of his jeans and his favorite Armani leather jacket was missing from the wardrobe. May be he has decided to abandon his expensive stuffs…but I couldn't waste any time to panic, I have to cheek a few more places…I know a few places where he could be… there's two places in Mystic Falls where he could be. If he's still hasn't left town, he's either gone to the Grill or at the Cemetery to Ric. I storm out of the house, only this time I decide to drive Stefan's car, instead using my vampire strength…
Damon's POV
" … do you know…what is this called?" I take another sip from the bourbon bottle and go on blabbing… " This is called teen drama, fucking teen drama… telling me that she doesn't feel anything for me and the next moment kissing my brother, trying to prove her point… What is she 13? I mean what's the point of all these… if she doesn't feel anything for me at all, why the fuck does she have to try to make me jealous, make me hurt like hell. Thanks Jeremy for leaving such a great historical specimen over here." I lift the bottle up a bit in Jeremy's direction. I've been sitting on Alaric's headstone. I haven't been here since the memorial…it's been a really long time… I was stupid, delusional, riding on a rainbow and wondering that I'm gonna find my treasure at the end of the rainbow… after all these happened, after all things she's done to hurt me… my fucking mind still believes there's still hope. She'll be your Princess… how could I still hold on to hope …still. I didn't get the girl remember…
"How did you make it stop, Ric ?" I ask Ric…because I know that he's the person who'd not only tolerated the pain of loosing a dear one, he also fought the temptation to embrace the dear one, who became nothing but a devil then… he's wife was missing. I turned her. He loved her so much, that he didn't give up searching for her. But in the end when she came back to him and he came to know what a monster she had become, he just simply resisted her. Whilst I spend my 145 years searching for someone, whom I knew cheated me with my own brother and when I found her, came to know what a manipulative, selfish bitch she was, I still didn't give up hope… I chuckle in the dark, "Is this my disease… not giving up hope?" I shook my head and say, "I know what you are gonna say…giving up hope isn't your disease, Damon… it's your gift."
"Well… it's not a gift Ric. It's my curse. It hurts so much…" I murmur, "She's just screwing with me and finding sickening pleasure by hurting me. When I'm with her I feel this fragile, feeble person, because whenever I let her anywhere near me, she wounds me and sprinkles salt over those open wounds… So I guess it's time for me to move on and save my ass…"
I get up from the grave and observe the surrounding one last time… I place the half-empty bottle besides the headstone, pat the head stone and say, "Miss you, buddy…"
I start to walk out the Cemetery. But I pause near Jeremy. A sigh escapes my mouth, I say, "Miss you too…Jer…" Even if I move on from this life this gonna leave a permanent imprint on my life… I start to walk only this time I don't stop…
Elena's POV
Why the fuck did I have to choose to go to the Grill first? I carry on cursing myself mentally… I'm currently driving Stefan's car at the top most speed to the Cemetery. When I started my journey from the Salvatore Boarding house, there had been a tangled confliction in my mind. One part said that I had hurt Damon, if anywhere in this small town he's gonna be… he's gonna be at the Grill drinking out his sorrow… Another part of my mind screamed that if Damon's going to leave town, he'll surely be at the Cemetery, biding his friend the last good bye…
As soon as I reach the gateway of the Cemetery, I pull the car over, bolt out of the car and rush towards Alaric's grave… not caring that the lower part of my gown is hooking with the creepers on the ground. When I entered the Grill searching for Damon like crazy, the bartender told me that he already left with two bottles of bourbon. I knew there's only one place in this town, he could before he leaves. Therefore, I came rushing to Ric's grave. The moment I reach there my cold dead heart stops beating. I collapse on the ground near Ric's tombstone. I grab the half-empty whiskey bottle from the ground. I don't have to smell to say it's bourbon and the smell that is overlapping the smell of bourbon is the old familiar woodsy, spicy, leathery sent of him…Damon… He's gone…
Damon's POV
Right now, I'm standing at the place that used be the second most beautiful place in my world…Elena's bedroom. A neat, girly bedroom with a lots of family photos here and there, a room full of memories, her childhood photos, those stupid posters, her dresser, cosmetics neatly placed, her bed stand, her fluffy little bed, her stuffed teddy and that horse painting above the headboard, she often used to hide her diary behind it. This room was filled with so many memories, the first few nights, after I got invited, I used to just come here, watch her sleep…or even steal her diary. Then cooking dinner in their kitchen, playing video games with Jer… they're all gone…even my Elena. I lost her too in the fire. The memories of my past in here, her past in here that's all turned to ashes to dusts…
This is fucking insane! I don't know why I choose come here at all. I guess I had to keep distance from Elena and this would be the last place in the world she'd wanna come… I kick my way through the ashes… and reach to the corner where her dresser used to be. My heightened vision detects something metallic glistening in between the ruins. I bent down and pick it up. It used to be a jewelry or something that now looks like a piece of melting metal. I look closer and a loud gasp leaves my lips.
Oh…God that's it… it's the silver necklace that Stefan gave to her. The talisman locket that wouldn't burn in the fire.
I remember when I gave it to her as her birthday present, "I figured you'd be happy…" I knew she'd be happy as she'd think it was a gift from Stefan too…it'd comfort the emptiness of my brother…
"I am happy…" she said smiling, her eyes gliding in joy…
Suddenly a buzz in my pocket brings me back to the earth…Don't get fucking emotional, Salvatore… my subconscious warns me. I put the ruin of that locket in my pocket; whilst I pull out my phone… it's a message from Bonnie…
Meet me at my house, 911
Author's Note: All right… I'm just a baby when it comes to write down a story in someone's POV. I thought it was gonna be a two chapter-ed short story, so I took the risk of writing it in Damon and Elena's POV. If I knew that it's gonna turn into this huge story, I'd have never taken that risk…I admit I'm a stupid shallow jerk. But please don't be mad at me for telling you guys earlier that it's gonna be a short story…Please stay with me, Please be good & review… I'll be updating soon…
P.S.- I'm very thankful to Debbie1689 , who's the amazing one to encourage me to enlarge this story…