a/n: For me, I am finding that this is a great exercise to get inside the characters. Going back now and re-watching everything has really given me an appreciation for where everyone has come from. I remember when I first watched the show, I hated to love Damon because he was just so evil. He would do something incredible to make me love him, and then something despicable. Because I'd never read the books and all I had to go on for information was what the show gave us each week, I was immediately enraptured. I hope that these scenes (whilst somewhat repetive- since you've already watched them) give you a new insight into the inner workings of Delena, and perhaps the next time you watch the scene you will notice something new. Happy Reading
Back to the Beginning pt 2
(Damon's POV)- Lockwood Mansion
"I want to apologize to you for being such a…world class…jerk, the other night when I tried to kiss you. There's no excuse." I spoke quickly, wishing that displeased, near bored look would leave her pretty face. She looked too much like Katherine and I couldn't stand it. "My therapist says I'm acting out…trying to punish Stefan."
I spiked her curiosity, that was obvious. "For what?"
"It's all in the past, I don't even want to bring it up. Let's just say that the men in the Salvatore family have been cursed with sibling rivalry. It all started with the original Salvatore brothers." It wasn't exactly a lie after all. Even though we were the same men that had written our names on the list, lifetimes had passed. I barely even recognized that Damon when I thought back. "They were practically royalty in this town…until the war. There was a battle here-"
She nodded, interrupting me. "The Battle of Willow Creek." Her knack for impressing me struck once again and I couldn't help but to smile.
"Right."
"I know, we talked about it in class. Confederate soldiers fired on a church with civilians inside." She sounded almost bored, and compared to the true history of that night what she'd been taught did sound rather boring. The vampires that had burned in that church could hardly be called civilians…but that was the beauty of history. Hardly any of it was true by the time it got told, retold and written down on paper then fed to sleepy, half stoned students in a high school that didn't really care anyway.
Of course, I couldn't tell her that but I found myself correcting her as safely as I could. "What the history books left out, was that the people that were killed- they weren't there by accident. They were believed to be Union sympathizers, so some of the Founders on the Confederacy side wanted them rounded up and burned alive." I moved toward the model of Fell's Church, Elena following me with her eyes and her body. I had her full attention and I was going to milk it for all that our time together was worth. "Stefan and Damon had someone they loved very much in that church, and when they went to rescue them, they were…shot." I could still remembering the searing pain as the bullet shot into me, then the burn and then…nothing. I'd died almost instantly and the last thing I saw had been my brother's face. "Murdered in cold blood." I decided to keep out the fact that it was our father that had killed us, even that detail was too morbid for me to repeat.
"Who was in the church that they wanted to save?"
"A woman, I guess." I looked at her, seeing the glow of life on her face. No, she was definitely nothing like Katherine. "Doesn't it always come down to the love of a woman?"
"Look, I'm sorry that you and Stefan have this thing between the two of you, but I can't get in the middle of it." Definitely, not Katherine…I couldn't help smiling. "I just…I hope you two can work it out."
I felt like saying after 145 years it was probably impossible, but doubted that would be an quick, easy conversation to finish. "I hope so too."
Her smile told me she believed I was sincere and for the moment, charmed. I had her back in my good graces but only for the matter of a few minutes. I smiled as she came down the stairs, until I noticed just how angry she was. Her time in the bathroom with Caroline had undoubtedly ruined whatever respect he'd earned back. She shoved hard at me chest with both fists, barely budging me from my spot. Fire flashed in her eyes and unfortunately I couldn't help imagining those very eyes flashing like that as we tangled up a set of sheets. Caroline had barely been satisfying me as it was, and the connection between Elena and I was getting harder not to feel. "There is something seriously wrong with you. You stay away from Caroline or I will go straight to her mother; the sheriff. You got it? Stay away from her!"
The spark of her passionate anger had me looking after her as she stormed off. If I hadn't had to deal with Caroline I would have gone after her, perhaps even tried to see if I could get away with tasting that fire.
(Elena's POV) Gilbert House
I hadn't seen Damon since the night I found out he'd been abusing Caroline. At the time I honestly thought that could have been the worst thing I'd ever found out about him. However, now that I knew about him and Stefan, about who they really were I had never been more afraid of anyone or anything in my life. I tried to keep the door shut, but even all the strength of both her arms couldn't hold his single hand off. It looked almost effortless for him to push the door open. "Jeremy, go upstairs." I spoke through gritted teeth, keeping my eyes trained on Damon as if he was the murderous villain he was.
"You're afraid of me." He smirked, thinking he looked sexy. His cocky charm was not going to work on me, not tonight- not ever. "I'm gonna go out here on a limb here, and guess. Stefan finally fessed up."
"Stay away from me." He was the last person I wanted to see right now, but I knew better than to slam the door in his face even though he'd now released his hold on it.
"There's no need to be rude, I'm just looking for Stefan." Did he really think that charm was going to work on me after everything that had happened? "Can I come in? Oh wait, of course I can…I've been invited." As he brushed past me I now understood just why Stefan had acted so strange the night he and Caroline had come to the door and I regretted inviting him in, but it was too late now. He shut the door, looking around and even though he wasn't circling me I somehow still felt like nervous prey. "We can cut to the chase if you want; I'm not going to kill you right now. That wouldn't serve my greater agenda. So," now he was definitely the villain. Everything about him was dark and for the first time I was actually afraid of him. "where is Stefan?"
"He's out looking for Vicki." He might scare me, but that wouldn't stop me from being malicious and less than sweet.
"Don't look at me with those judgy little eyes." He backed me against the stairwell and I wondered if he could hear my heart beating like a hammer in my chance. "That girl is gonna thank me for what I did to her."
"Did you thank Katherine?" there was a flash of pain in his face and he stepped back. The look was gone and quickly replaced with his smirk that I was quickly realizing was his trademark look.
"Got the whole life story huh?" He kept his back to me and I wondered what he was hiding from me, what he couldn't mask on his face.
"I got enough." I said, stepping forward- not liking at all the way it felt to be cornered in my own house. I just wanted him gone so I could run upstairs and call Stefan.
"Oh, I doubt that." There was something about the way he said that, that made me believe there was more to the story but he didn't give me a chance to ask anything he fulfilled my wish. "Tell my brother I'm looking for him." I thought he would actually leave it at that, but just before the door swung shut he stuck his head back through, and looked right at me- perhaps even through me. "Oh, tip for later. Be careful who you invite into the house." Then he left me with a smirk and more questions than answers.
(Damon's POV) Salvatore Boarding House
I could hear her heart beating through the wood even before she knocked on the door. I knew that she wasn't here to see me, or if she was it would be with a stake in her hand. No doubt this girl's knowledge of vampires had grown from Buffy reruns and the ridiculous Twilight movies. I made sure there was a devilish smirk on my face before pulling open the door. I was right, she did look less then pleased to see me, but there was no stake in sight. "Is Stefan here?"
"Yep."
She looked determined, pissed and ready for a fight. Good, I'd come to admire our little back and forth bickering as of late. I would have to see if I could make it a daily occurrence. "Where is he?"
The impatience in her voice only made me want to detour her longer, but I was on my way out. A few more minutes wouldn't kill either of us. "And good morning to you; Little Miss 'I'm On A Mission'."
"How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything you've done?" she crossed her arms, probably having no idea how the movement caused her breasts to strain slightly against her shirt. Would he skin be tanned beneath her clothes? I ached to know but the bickering was almost too much fun to risk finding out.
"And how can you be so brave, and stupid to call a vampire arrogant and glib." She was obviously still pissed about what had happened with…oh fuck, what was her name…Veronica? No…Niki? No…hmmm.
"If you wanted me dead, I'd be dead."
"Yes," I nodded, looking her right in the eyes. That was very true. "you would."
"But I'm not." She answered, sounding all high and mighty.
"Yet." I had a few ideas of how to pull her off that high horse, but they would take more time than I had to give her at the moment.
"Where is Stefan?" she asked again, the mention of my baby brother completely killing the mood we'd built up so quickly.
With a sigh, I let the bickering go- for now. "He's upstairs…singing the rain in Spain. Knock yourself out."
She didn't move to come in, so I moved out. Careful not to brush her as I stepped past her, but close enough to make sure that she felt the heat from my body. I sure as hell knew I could feel the heat from hers. The morning sunlight welcomed me into the day and I couldn't help grinning. For all that had happened the past few weeks, things were moving at a fairly fast pace. Elena may hate me, I may have a new vampire to take care of…ah! Vicky! But everyday had me one step closer to Katherine. She shut the door behind me, and I had to laugh at the sound of the lock turning. Silly girl, if I really wanted in a simple lock wouldn't keep me out.
(Elena's POV) Mystic Falls High School
As I stared down at the dead body of Viki, the bite on my next burning, the wound on my side stinging, I remembered how simple last Halloween had been. I was in the same costume, but life was incredibly more complicated tonight than the last time I wore the ridiculous white latex dress. It was stained with blood now, I could smell it. Knew that I would have to burn it, or at least throw it out. One high school dance, one night. Was that too much to ask for now? So my boyfriend was a vampire, I could handle that. Hell, I could even except that his brother was one too. But my ex boyfriends sister, that had happened to be involved with my brother? I suppose, she wasn't really a vampire now- not now that she was dead. Stefan had killed her, that was the truth; but he'd done it to save me, to save Jeremy. I heard Damon's footsteps coming closer. What had he done? Nothing but create all this drama in the first place.
"You should go, I got this." He sounded so arrogant, so cocky…so nonchalant about it all. Did he not realize what he'd just done? To all of us?
I pushed myself up, all the anger and frustration that I'd been pushing down boiled to the surface. "You did this, this is your fault." My voice was shaking, but I knew my eyes were strong.
"You confuse me for someone with remorse." He barely looked at me, completely not caring about anyone or anything but himself. I could have screamed, I could have killed him. I was sure of it, but all I could do was push him away with all my might. My strength meant nothing to him, barely even budged him. That pissed me off more, so I moved to slap him. I could remember how good it felt to hit him, the sting against my palm the only proof that he'd felt anything. This time however, he saw it coming and grabbed my wrists. "None of this matters to me," My arm bent painfully, but he released me quickly enough. "none of it." It was almost as if he didn't want to hurt me, so now I was angry, hurt and confused.
"People die around you. How could it not matter?" I wanted to hit him again, but I couldn't be sure he would be so forgiving a third time around. There was nothing stopping him from feeding me his blood and snapping my neck. There was no one around to protect me, no one to stop him. "It matters and you know it!"
He was looking down, and I took the opportunity anyway. I slapped him, and hard. I could see the outline of my fingers on his cheek but other than the dark intensity of his eyes and the anger that was boiling beneath them he showed no signs that it had hurt. My fear climbed a few notches as he looked at me and I moved away slightly. He was a monster, a careless- heartless monster that would as soon kill me as kiss me. He took what he wanted and if he wanted me dead out of sheer boredom I was sure he would do it. "Mmm," he was clearly fighting, with himself more so then me. "You need to leave." I saw the change in his eyes, saw the monster step back as whatever fraction of humanity still remained in him took power for a moment. "You're wounds are bleeding, and you need to leave."
He said each word carefully, as if the weight of the world was on each of them. I'd pushed my luck enough- at least my feet seemed to think so because I was walking away before I had the chance to think anymore. I could trust that he would get rid of Vicki- if only to cover his own ass. I knew that I had to get my own grief and frustration out before I went home and dealt with Jeremy. If I was this distraught over what happened, I couldn't even imagine how he felt. Once I was in the safety of my car I let go. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I just cried and beat the steering wheel. Damon Salvatore wouldn't get away with this, and I would never forgive him for it. He didn't deserve my forgiveness.
A couple hours later, I found myself on the porch with Stefan. "How's he doing?"
"He's a mess. I don't want him going through this again…he's just a kid." I couldn't stand it anymore, I couldn't stand seeing my little brother in this kind of pain. We'd barely gotten over our parents accident…and now this? It wasn't fair to either of us, but especially not him.
Stefan made me feel safe and when he reached out to me I knew eventually it would be okay. "Elena, what can I do? What can I do to help? I'll do anything."
I didn't know what to tell him, what to even tell Jeremy. I just wanted his pain to go away, then I remembered something that might help… "Can you make him forget?"
He shook his head, looking almost as hopeless as I felt. "Elena I-"
"Stefan, please. I don't know how he'll ever get past this. I just want him to forget everything that happened."
"If I did it there's no guarantee that it will work. Because of who I am…because of how I live, I don't have the ability to do it right."
My heart fell to my stomach, not knowing what I could do next. My brother was upstairs devastated and the one person I thought could help couldn't do a damn thing. Then, I heard his voice. "I can do it, if this is what you want." I turned to look at Damon, thinking of how awful he was, how it had been him that had caused all this pain. Would he really do that for me? Offer to take it all away for nothing in exchange? Was there a catch, or was this his way of trying to make it up to me, trying to make me forgive him? He walked toward me, quite determined. "I'll do it."
I felt torn, not sure that I could trust him but knowing that he was my only answer. I looked back at Stefan, hoping for some sign that I was doing the right thing. His expression gave me no answer in either direction. "It's what I want."
"What do you want him to know?" this was a side of Damon that I wasn't really used to. A side that I could almost learn to trust one day, if he kept it up. This would be his chance, his one shot and earning a margin of my respect back. I didn't trust easily and while I'd never really trusted him to begin with I had felt a certain draw to him. Perhaps that was why his discretions had hurt me so badly, why I was disappointed in him.
"I want you to tell him that Vicki left town, and she's not coming back. That he shouldn't look for her, or worry about her. He's gonna miss her, but he knows it's for the best." He nodded, glancing at his brother before going in the house. When I looked back, Stefan was sitting on the swing and I moved next to him. "Part of me wishes that I could forget too. Forget meeting you, finding out what you are and everything that's happened since."
"If that's what you want."
"Yes, because I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to feel like this, but I can't…with everything that's happened I don't want to lose how I feel about you."
Damon came out then, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. I wondered just how much he'd heard of what I'd said, but I didn't ask. I needed some space, some time away from all this. I needed to check on Jeremy. It wasn't until the door was closed and I was halfway upstairs that I began to breathe again.
(Damon's POV) The Grill
It would have taken a blind man to miss the long legs, long blonde hair, the dark eyes that was currently making up the woman my brother was spending his evening with. Even for me it was hard to deny that Lexi was…well sexy. Just this morning in Stefan's bed I'd had the momentary pleasure of fantasizing what it would be like to roll in the hay with a vampire again, especially now that I would be able to keep up with her. Then she'd 'kindly' reminded my why she and I could never- would never be a thing. Her heart, whilst mostly platonic had always belonged to Stefan. It had been that way since his first Ripper days, and when I'd turned my back on him, she'd been the one to bring him back from the depths of hell. Something I could never do.
It also would have taken a blind man to miss the obviously jealous brunette sitting a few feet away from me. Her dark brown eyes were trained on them, watchful but keeping a respectable distance. I could see from the look on Elena's face that she wasn't quite sure of what kind of connection these two had, but that it was important. When she realized I was looking at her, she rolled her eyes. The aura around her instantly shifted from confused jealousy, to guards up anger. She would like nothing more to see me staked at this point, apparently still not forgiving me for what I'd done to Vicki, even though I'd spared her brother a lifetimes worth of pain. "Stefan smiles, alert the media."
I moved next to her, the smell of her shampoo, her fabric softener, her perfume all coming together to tickle my nose and tempt my fangs. Just how good would she taste? "You haven't given him a lot of reasons to be happy lately."
Oh yeah, we were arguing- not fantasizing about ripping her clothes off. "Oh you're right. Poor Stefan! Persecuted throughout eternity by his depraved brother." She sighed, clearly set to ignore me and keep her jealous eyes focused on them. I could think of a few ways to distract her from what baby brother was up to, but she wouldn't go for any of them, at least not while that vervain was still around her neck. "Does it get tiring? Being so righteous?"
She smirked- to the best of her ability and I could the beats of her heart begin to pound a little more dramatically. "It flairs up in the presence of psychopaths."
She was walking away, that was not allowed. Not until I was done having the last word at least. "Well consider this psychopaths feelings hurt."
She stopped, turning back with those judgy little eyes again. "What did you do with my brother?"
"I'm gonna need a less vague question."
"When you did what you did, to Jeremy's memory. Of Vicki." She brushed her hair back from her face, my own fingers itching to reach out and touch her. Luckily for her she was well out of range, not that I couldn't fix that in a split second. "What else did you do to him?"
I knew that moving at my vampire speeds would only frighten her, so I opted for the less menacing, more sexy saunter and approached her slowly. Why did it always feel like I was chasing her? Even when we were in the same room and having a conversation, she would always try to distance herself from me, and then we were caught in a epic cat and mouse game. Probably would be until one of us surrendered- and it wasn't going to be me. "You asked me, to take away his memory of fangs and 'rawr' and all the bad stuff. You wanted me to take away his suffering."
Was she really going to be mad at me for this? For doing something that she asked me to? Something that was better for the little drug abusing brat? Had I not fixed him and gotten him to be exactly the baby brother that she'd always wanted? "But he's acting different. He's seems okay, with everything, and a little too okay. He's studying, he's not doing drugs, he's not drinking. Are you sure you didn't do something else?"
"Elena, I took away his suffering." She had to realize there was more to the meaning than the simple words. Maybe one day she would be able to really thank me for what I had done.
(Elena's POV) The Grill
It was a little hard to believe that I'd been so jealous of this girl before. Granted the first time I saw her, she was in a towel- but I'd been watching her and Stefan interact all night and I could see that her love for him was pure, personal, but very friendship oriented. I had no reason to fear her relationship with Stefan anymore than he had to fear mine and Matt's. She was obviously intoxicated at the moment, but there was something about her tone that made me sit up and listen to her. "Take it from someone that's been around a long time; when it's real- you can't walk away."
I laughed as she downed another shot and slid herself back from the bar. "Hey Lexi. It was really nice meeting you."
She made a funny face, her eyebrows rising as if she knew just how incredible she was. Then the expression dissolved into a smile. I watched her go, wondering if I would ever be as wise as she was. She'd been dealing with the Salvatore brothers for over a hundred years. She knew the ins and outs of their brotherhood, and she knew more about Stefan than I could possibly imagine. Would he and I ever be able to have a connection like that? Would I ever be able to have that with anyone? A while later, Stefan and I raced to find where Sheriff Forbes had taken Lexi. I heard the gunshots first as we came around the corner, then suddenly Damon appeared out of nowhere.
I felt Stefan's body shake beneath mine, felt the complete stillness of shock and anger as he watched his brother plunge a wood stake into her chest.
I gasped, but Stefan grabbed me, covering my mouth and pulling me against the wall with him. We watched as Damon twisted the stake and Lexi's glowing skin turned gray and cold. The tell tale veins of her existence darkened and she fell to the ground; the undead now very dead. I watched as Damon turned to Liz then, his concern for her safety sounding very sincere. She asked him to put 'it' in the trunk. I had no idea what they would do with Lexi's body and the look on Stefan's face kept me from asking. Either he knew and didn't want to think about it, or he was to afraid to find out himself. When the patrol car had left with Damon and Lix inside it, Stefan took off. I hesitated for a moment, my eyes unable to leave the scene, even though it had been cleaned up now.
I felt cold, and scared, and angry. It was like Damon wanted us to hate him, to be torn between letting him live and die. When I'd first met him, he was sweet. Then I discovered he was an abusive boyfriend, then a monster. He turned Vicki into a vampire, only to remove the pain from my brother. The constant back and forth of good and evil was confusing me and I wasn't entirely sure which half was the real Damon, and which was the façade he put on for the world to see. Honestly, it could have been either. I chased after Stefan, thankful that he hadn't tapped into his vampire speed. At this rate, I still would be able to catch up with him. He'd just watched his brother murder his best friend, and the last thing I could do right now is leave him alone to deal with it all.
"Stefan." I reached for his arm but he pushed me away. Even in the short time we'd known each other I hadn't seen him like this. Intense pain, heartache. I didn't know what to say, how to comfort him. I felt hopeless. The only person that would know how to fix him like this was gone, and perhaps he recognized that just as I did.
"He killed her. He killed Zack, he killed Tanner- he turned Vicki. I have to kill him."
Fear rose up in my chest, set my heart on a panic beating. "No, you can't do that!"
"Why are you trying to save him Elena?" Stefan turned on me, I could tell he was on the verge of a complete breakdown, but I had to make him see some reason. "He's never gonna change that, don't you see? He's never gonna change!"
"I'm not trying to save him, I'm trying to save you. You have no idea what this will do to you." I reached for him again, and this time he didn't pull away. "Please Stefan."
"Everywhere I go, pain and death follow. Damon follows me." He shook his head, moving away again. "No more."
"Stefan please, please just- just talk to me. Let me be here for you. Talk to me."
"No. You were right to stay away from me."
This time when he moved away, I didn't stop him and I didn't go after him. Something kept me in place, and I stayed there until he was in the car and gone.
(Damon's POV) Mystic Falls High School
The bonding brotherly time with Stefan was nice, heartwarming even to the slow, cold dead thing in my chest- but there was something underlying behind his motives that had me on edge. Even as he moved quickly backwards across the field with the ball in his hands I couldn't help smiling. The bottle I was holding wasn't nearly empty yet, a sign that I wasn't nearly drunk enough to deal with whatever cooked up plan he had brewing. "What are we doing here?"
"Bonding. Catch." He threw it at me halfheartedly and I caught with one hand. I wanted to give into him, and that was perhaps what kept me from playing along just yet. For being the untrustworthy brother everyone assumed I was, Stefan was not as far behind me in the talent of lying. I tossed it back at him, only to find it back in my arms. "Come on."
I set the bottle on the ground, lining up the shot through the mostly dark field. The goal lights were bright, but the line was still fairly hidden by shadows. "Don't forget who taught you how to play this game." I threw as hard as I could, gaining a lot more distance than I ever could have when we were human. I ran after the ball, reaching it in a second, but with the lack of blood in my system thanks to the promise not to feed I'd agreed to this morning, Stefan was almost as fast as me. I felt the wind knocked out of me as he sent me to the ground with his tackle. It had been a long time since I'd felt human pain, and aside from the stake he'd driven into me last night out of rage from me killing Lexi, I hadn't allowed myself to get hurt…physically at least. I coughed, my hand over my ribs protectively as the ball landed somewhere over our heads. "Oh, that hurt."
Stefan laughed. "Downside of my diet; getting hit actually hurts a little bit."
"Whew." I sighed, looking up at the dark sky. Bonding was over the night, and it was time he came clean. "I'm impressed Stefan. Fun with booze and darts, sentimental with football- and now," I wiggled my fingers, the acid sarcasm clear in my tone. "a starry night." I sat up, looking down at him with determination. The brotherly moment had long since ended now. "What do you want Stefan?"
He sat up to, pausing as if he was trying to decide how best to introduce his speech. "None of it was real, Damon. Our love for Katherine."
"Oh God." I sighed, smiling from the sheer obviousness of it all. He was so predictable.
"She compelled us, we didn't have a choice." He'd been trying to convince me of this for the past hundred years, and tonight was not going to be his lucky night, no matter how convincing he sounded. I would not agree to believe something that would break the very reason I continued to exist. "It took me years to understand that, to truly sort out what she did to us."
"Oh no Stefan," I pushed myself up; needing to get away from him. I'd allowed myself to get distracted for too long, and it was obvious that he was not going to be any help to me whatsoever. My idea to let him in on the plan had been fleeting, but hopeful. Now it had crashed. He either didn't remember what being with Katherine was like, or Elena had just screwed with his head so much the past few months that he didn't want to remember. "we are not getting into that tonight."
He let me get about halfway back to the bottle of scotch, before his words stopped me. Seems that baby brother did know more than he was letting on. "What do you want with Katherine's crystal?"
"How do you know about that?"
He stood, clearly now the determined one. We were in a face off, and I found myself realizing that I didn't want to fight with him. I just wanted my brother to join me, but it was clear that was never going to happen. "Come on, you knew Elena would tell me." He'd chosen his side, and we were just going to have to deal with that.
"How'd you know it was Katherine's? Emily gave it to her on her last night." I smirked, remembering exactly how she'd smelled, how she'd looked. "I was with her, and you…weren't."
He hesitated, knowing that the next words would hurt me. "I was the last one to see her Damon." So, the truth was finally coming out, even after all these years. What? Had the selfish bitch hopped from one bed to the next? Or was it us she had just compelled into a wonderful schedule of one after the other? "Now what do you want with Katherine's crystal?"
"She didn't tell you?" I tried hard to regain control of the situation, but it was quickly faltering.
"We had other things on our mind."
I'd been well aware that we'd shared her, but never had we talked about it so bluntly. What was obvious, was just that. It didn't need to be said, yet here he was- almost rubbing it in my face. And blatantly too, like he was trying to make me snap. I'd never allowed myself to picture what they would have looked like together, but his words made the images appear all on their own. I felt the pain of realization but quickly turned it into a white hot rage of jealously that shot through me, causing me to rush in front of him. "I could rip your heart out, and not think twice about it."
He didn't even blink, and I wondered perhaps if I was losing my touch. "Yeah, I've heard that before."
Alright fine, he knew I wouldn't kill him- but that didn't mean he had me all figured out. I rolled my eyes, feigning indifference and backed away. "I have a bigger surprise Stefan." I turned to walk away, considering leaving it at that- but the boy had been patient enough and his bonding trip had earned him a little more. I turned back slightly, the smirk and the power back on my face. "I'm gonna bring her back."
a/n: sorry, this one was a little longer than the first chapter- and there wasn't much Delena action, but like the title says; every second matters. Each and every moment Damon and Elena spend apart or together is leading them to be the Delena that we know and love. I hope you're still enjoying this.