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Through Thoughts Of My Own

Chapter 7 - My Heart Will Go On

Near,

Far,

Wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more

You open the door

And you're here in my heart and

My heart will go on and on

[Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On ] (My favorite song! #TITANIC)


Elena woke up early on Sunday morning. She was lying besides Damon, his arms wrapped around her waist. The quilt was around them, but as she sat up and looked around her, her eyes struggling to not close again, it began to slip. She fought to keep her eyes open, looking down at the figure beside her.

When she saw it was Damon, she freaked out. She shot up into a sitting position, feeling at her clothes urgently. Damon woke up with a startle, his eyes shooting open to stare at Elena in shock. When she confirmed all of her clothing was still in place, she calmed down.

"Don't worry, it's all there" Damon smirked, sitting up and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Elena sighed.

"Good to know you would have regretted it though" Damon sighed, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Elena, although half-asleep, turned to him abruptly. "I didn't mean it like that!" she protested, grabbing his face in her hands and turning him to face her.

Damon smiled. "I just meant- Look, Damon, we have known each other for less than two weeks. It is far too soon" she said.

"Oh, I know" he laughed in reply.

Elena let her hands fall to her sides. She stood up from her bed slowly, walking over to the wardrobe to pick out a dress for the day.

"Damon" she started, "are you sure of what you feel? Isn't it too early to say?" She was paranoid.

"Maybe. But, I think I love you" he admitted with a soft smile. "People say love is powerful, what I feel for you is powerful. People say it is dangerous, I am constantly in danger around you; you can hurt me so easily. People say it is consuming and I am ultimately and completely consumed by you" he declared, walking over to her and taking her hands in his.

Elena grinned at him. "How exactly can I hurt you? "

Damon shrugged. "Not to give you any ideas or anything but if I do love you then you do sort of own my heart. Don't destroy it" he smiled his lop-sided grin. Elena felt the urge to reach up and squeeze his cheeks but fought against it, telling herself it was stupid.

Damon chuckled, heading for her wardrobe. He stuck his hand in and out he pulled a short, white dress. It was a beautiful dress, with small gems and diamonds sewn into the hemline. The neckline was deep and plunging, something much too inappropriate for any woman of this day and age to wear. Elena winced at the sight, imagining it.

"Why do you have this?" Damon asked, eyeing it curiously.

"The closet was fully stocked when I arrived" Elena rushed, nervous. Damon smiled at her, detecting her discomfort so he put the dress away, pulling out a beautiful green one. It was a nice, simple, plain green dress. Its neckline was not too daring, which pleased Elena, and it was all one colour. Compared to yesterday's dress, it was much more 'servant like'. The sleeves were large and thick, tied down in certain parts to create three large bumps.

She nodded for yes.

When Damon turned on his heel, Elena frowned. He was heading straight to her drawers, the 'never let Damon Salvatore near me' drawers. Elena quickly sprung to her feet and chased after him, knocking him off of his feet. Damon gasped when he felt his feet disappear from under him and suddenly he was on his back, with Elena on top of him and his wrists at his sides.

"Do not go near my underwear drawer again, Damon Salvatore" she chided, standing up and walking away before he had the chance to grab her hand and pull himself up. Damon chuckled, running to her side and stroking her arm in mock love.

"Aw, I'm sorry. Just ignore what I did and get changed, I'll just sit on the bed, or chair, your choice" he joked. Elena knew he was cocky and stupid but not this cocky and stupid.

"Go. Now!" she demanded, pointing to the door. She would really have to come up with a new name for that, considering it was no longer so forbidden.

Damon smirked, his breath-taking lop-sided grin that made Elena turn to jelly on full display. "Okay" he cheered merrily, heading out his door to his own room to, probably, get changed. Elena sighed, turning to her dress. She quickly slipped into it, knowing Damon all too well. He wouldn't give her long before barging in. When she had the dress on, she hurried over to her desk.

She looked down to retrieve her brush when she noticed a small, torn and folded piece of paper. She lifted it up and began to read it, realizing what it was. She smiled, placing it back down, then turned for the door and raced down to the kitchen.

"Hope you're decent!" Damon laughed, opening the door to Elena's room three minutes later.

It was empty.

Damon frowned.

"Hey!" Elena smiled, coming into her room with a large tray of food in hand. Damon licked his lips.

"Easy tiger, you'll get yours" she grinned, placing both plates down.

"THANK GOD!" Damon cheered, running to the tray. "For the past 10 days I have been starving up until lunch" he joked. Elena giggled.

"I saw this and realized I am neglecting my job." She held up the letter he had given her on her first day, or rather list of things she had to do. "Breakfast is one of the things" she grinned, her dimples appearing. Damon laughed, snatching a full plate and running to sit on the bed.

Elena joined him on her bed, her own plate on her lap. She set up pillows behind each of them and placed the bowl of bread in between them.

"So… Happy with breakfast?" Elena smirked, nudging Damon with her elbow. Damon chuckled, leaning down to place a small peck on her cheek. Elena giggled, tilting her head to the side to stop his kiss.

"What?" he laughed.

"It tickles" Elena admitted, rubbing the back of her neck with a smile. Damon scoffed, shaking his head with a grin.

"How about we go out today? I mean, I need to do everything on that list. And… setting up your horse is kind of part of the list" she hinted. Damon chuckled, stroking her arm.

"It's not called 'setting up' a horse, but still", Damon smiled. "We can both ride. I'll take Veloce and you can take Madison"

"Veloce?"

"Italian for fast" Damon explained.

Elena instantly erupted into cheers at taking Madison. Damon chuckled along, placing their empty plates back on the tray. Elena jumped up eagerly and ran for the door, but suddenly Damon's arms were looped around her waist, carrying her back. Elena screamed in shock, flaying like a dying fish. She heard Damon's deep, throaty chuckles behind her.

Elena squealed in what she assumed was both delight and aggravation. Knowing it was purely out of delight; Elena let Damon place a soft, sloppy kiss on her cheek before racing him to the stables.

[...]

They walked slowly up to the top of the first hill that led to the stables when Damon decided to interlace their hands. Elena tensed, although only slightly, worried about watching eyes. Damon chortled.

"It's fine, Elena, keep calm. No one will suspect anything", Damon said, clutching onto her hand firmly. Elena smiled and continued to walk, although decided to keep a respectable distance between the rest of their bodies.

"So why Italian for fast?" she asked interested. Damon smiled at her interest, turning to her as he continued to walk with her.

"I'm Italian" he smirked. Elena looked gobsmacked.

"What?" she cried, her hand breaking free of his own to fly up into the air with the other. She looked angry…

"You're Italian?" she asked, calming down slightly, but only slightly. Damon laughed on the inside, but made sure to keep a calm expression on the outside.

"Yes. Me, my brother, my father and my mother moved from Italy when I was 4, Stefan nearly 1. We travelled until Stefan was around 5, which is when we moved here".

Elena smiled at the thought of a young Damon; he seemed like the kind of person to have been incredibly cute. Stefan too, but Damon cuter.

They continued up the hill until finally they came to the small wooden door. Elena was buzzing with excitement and from behind the doors she could hear the treading of hooves and the quiet sounds of the horses. Without waiting for Damon to do the honour, she burst through the doors and ran straight to the small area in which Madison always stayed.

Madison was standing tall and proud, her bleach blonde main falling over one shoulder, some of it platted, most not. She was making noises of encouragement as Elena bent down to unlock the locks and the bottom and the top of the little door. Her golden coat was smooth so Elena assumed someone had been in there recently to care for each horse. She was well aware that all 13 horses had personal carers. She wanted to be Madison's.

The last padlock was broken in half when Madison burst through the door, knocking it almost off its hinges, the wood screaming in protest at the forceful blow. Madison trotted around the small main area, going straight for the saddles. Elena giggled and followed her, saddling her up and stroking as they patiently waited for Damon to calm down a very excited and eager Veloce.

He brought him through the doors, a rope wrapped around his neck. Elena almost gasped at Veloce's beauty. He was a large, silk black horse with cute white socks and a matching white diamond on his head, much liked Madison's. His pitch black mane was falling casually over his shoulders, tumbling and curling. He was a magnificent horse, but looked rather wild. His eyes were wide and ready, like he had never experience being ridden before. Elena was sure he had, or he would be much more uncomfortable. He definitively looked like a horse that belonged or longed to be in the wild.

Damon brought Veloce over the wall and grabbed a saddle in hand. Expecting the worst, Elena tied Madison to the gate beside her and patted her a 'goodbye' before scooting slowly over to Veloce. She stuck her hand out as almost a peace offering. When Veloce was calm enough around her, Elena stepped forward. Suddenly, Veloce bucked, rising onto her hind legs to warn Elena away.

Elena screamed at his sudden movements. Damon turned to look at her and instantly dropped the saddle, running for Elena. Both of them tumbled to the ground just as Veloce stomped his feet into the place Elena once stood.

Damon was on top of Elena, her back pressed into the hay. His chest was flat against her own, his breath mixing with hers as she looked up at him in shock. Damon decided this seemed like a sort of romantic moment, so he lent forward 90% of the way, waiting for her to make the final move. When she didn't, he felt slightly stupid.

"There's a grumpy horse behind us and you want a kiss" Elena joked, pushing him off of her with a grin. They stood up together and Damon began to slowly guide Veloce back to his 'pen', knowing he wouldn't want to start Veloce up again by riding him through the fields.

He came back to Elena with a smirk, stroking Madison gently.

"Another, calmer horse?" Elena urged, waving to the other horses who were all a little spooked, all but Madison that is. Damon laughed, stepping away with Madison at his side.

"You pick, girl" Damon stroked Madison's neck soothingly as she began to trot over to a large American Saddlebred. It was a stunning black horse with a white mane a small white patterns over its body. It was a calm and relaxed, not at all freaked or tense about Veloce's sudden nervousness. Over in the corner, he was padding angrily at the ground beneath him. Elena smiled at him, but he didn't exactly notice.

"Jack?"

Elena looked up at Damon with one brow raised. "Jack?"

Damon laughed. "My mother was to call my other brother Jack"

"WHAT? Another brother?" Elena asked in disbelief, slightly hurt she didn't already know about him.

Damon nodded solemnly. "My mother had a miscarriage. She and my father were heartbroken for weeks" he sighed melancholy. Elena instantly shut up, taking in a large breath.

"I am so sorry; it was so rude of me to-"

"Don't worry" Damon smiled, opening Jack's gate. Jack stepped out slowly, briefly nudging noses with Madison on the way out.

"I'll take Madison out" Elena suggested, guiding Madison out of the room that know felt much more crowded than it did five minutes ago. Damon nodded, slowly saddling Jack up as one single tear fell down his cheek. He instantly set off into a heavy gallop off to the fields.

When he arrived, Damon smiled. Elena was racing around the six acre field. Her back was straight, her knees bent and her body raised. Her long black dress flew out behind her, her hair flying in the wind.

Damon thought she looked beautiful.

He decided to ride up to her, Jack speeding up until he was neck in neck with Madison. Elena turned to Damon with a wide grin. She quickly flicked her wrists, sending Madison flying in front. Damon laughed, copying her action and waiting as Jack shot forward like a bullet from a gun. Both horses raced on, froth falling from their mouths.

Elena was the first to slow to a trot, then canter, then a stand-still. She swung her legs over Madison and leaped to the floor just as Damon came to as stop. He quickly and eagerly jumped off Jack and ran towards her, grabbed her by the waist and unintentionally pressing her up against Madison's side. His lips attacked her with need as he held her face as if it were made of priceless china. Elena smiled at the soft feel of both his lips and his tenderness. He was always so gentle, and she thought it was extremely cute. His lips continued to repeatedly brush against hers, each kiss more and more gentle until he came to a stop.

Damon broke the kiss slowly, watching her with nervous eyes as he stepped back but kept his arms around her waist.

"Are you sure about this?" Elena asked worried.

Damon nodded with a cheeky smile. "Yes. This thing between us can stay between us for as long as you wish. I do not care who knows, but I too feel it be best to not tell anyone as of yet. If, for example, my father found out and I wasn't serious with you, I would surely be disowned. After all you are only..." his voice seemed to fade as he realized just what he was saying.

Elena stared at him, half hurt and half surprised. "Poor?" she challenged.

"I didn't mean it like-"

"It's okay!" Elena laughed strangely, pulling Damon towards her. Damon smiled oddly but it was genuine. Elena stroked his cheek.

"I understand and I completely agree. Look, I cannot tell you that I love you, because we both know that it's too early for love, from either of us. I have feelings for you and, I hope, vice versa. Let's just let it progress with time?"

Damon nodded in agreement, leaning down to kiss her once more.

"Elena?" a loud and squeaky voice cried. Damon instantly jumped back and turned to see Caroline and Stefan staring at them. Elena's hair was slightly disheveled and her eyes were wild with shock and fear.

Caroline looked extremely angry, her eyes red and her fists clenched. Even in her beautiful, elegant dress, she still looked like a large, mean, angry monster. Stefan was simply smiling, staring directly at his brother as if he were proud. Elena attempted to keep in her laughs.

"We can explain!"


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