A/N: Hey all! I totally suck..I've been so busy. But, hope things will calm down soon so that I can update my stories more frequently. Anyways, here's CH.7! Hope you all like it.
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CHAPTER SEVEN-Loving You Is Endless
Damon's P.O.V.
I got in earlier than I was supposed to. Took the first flight out of that excessive 110 degree weather and now here I am, stranded at the JFK International airport, watching all the travelers pass me by..I swear, once I see my little brother, I'm going to kill him. He was supposed to pick me hours ago and yet, I'm still sitting here...waiting around with about two empty coffee cups by my feet, working on the third one in my hands, when suddenly my cell phone rings.
"Damon, speaking." I answer in a sarcastic tone, hearing when she scoffs and I can see her rolling her eyes at my sarcasm, without even having to see her face.
"Have you seen Stefan yet? Where's your brother, Damon. How is he doing?" She asks, worry in her tone as I clear my throat.
"Lexi, he's fine at the moment, as far as I know. Look, stop calling me. You've left me like 10 messages!" I tell her, suddenly feeling someone tap me on the shoulder, clearing his throat when I look up at him, a smile on his face as he pats my shoulder and nods at the cell phone in my hands, eyeing me when I hand him the cell phone.
"It's just, Lexi. She's pissed that I came here without her. Will you just tell her to stop freaking out and-" I begin to say, stopping in mid sentence and locking my eyes on the long legged, brunette, a warm smile on her face and tears in her brown eyes as she looks up at me and says "Damon, it's been a while."
Elena's P.O.V.
He still looks the same. That dark hair, those ocean blue eyes and that smirk that he's always worn is evident and present on his face as he exhales and utters out my name, like he's just seen a ghost. "Elena Gilbert. Of course, I should have known that the first person my brother would seek out in the big apple, is you." Damon says in a way that makes my skin crawl. It's almost as if he thought that Stefan wouldn't even come looking for me. Even after Lexi had told me where I was and which part of New York I was living in. But, Damon and I both know that..he would have either way.
"Well, Damon. He needed some support. What better way to get that than to reach out to me. I know what he's going through and I already told him that I will not be leaving his side at all. I've promised him that as long as Stefan get's this heart surgery that he needs, I'll be there." I comment, pushing my way past Stefan's older brother, hearing as he groans and when I look back at him, from the corner of my eye, I can see that he's rolling his own at me.
"What is it, Damon? I know that you want to blame me for a lot of things that happened between Stefan, me and you in the past. But, you and I both wanted the same thing, to see Stefan go free. Don't you remember that? We promised each other that we'd do anything. So, please-." I start to say, hearing as Damon scoffs and walks in front of me, blocking me from going anywhere, glaring at me as he spits out. "You weren't there for him when he needed you. I really don't even know why your here now...It's not like you being here, will help Stefan recover, faster..You had your chance to prove how much you loved him when he first went into prison and you barely visited him. You failed. So, go home, Elena and stop acting like you saw him a lot in the 7 years that he was in prison and that you give a damn now." Damon says in an agitated tone, his eyes glued to my face as I back away, gazing over at Stefan who's got this saddened look in his eyes, one full of regret for even bringing me near his brother.
"Fine. I'm sorry for even being here. I just thought that you and I had already mended things between us. But, I guess not." I comment, shrugging my shoulders back, exhaling deeply when I take another step back and turn around, hearing Stefan yell at Damon over my shoulder when I walk away.
"Elena! Wait." Stefan shouts, stopping me in my tracks, tears welling up into my eyes when I exhale deeply before I turn towards him, feeling his hands rub against my back.
"He's right. I shouldn't be here. You need to spend time with your brother, Stefan. Look, I'll call you once I find something about Tyler's uncle. Um, I'll see you around." I tell him briskly, feeling as he grips onto my arm and pulls me near to him, our eyes locked, lips just centimeters apart as he whispers "I don't care what Damon thinks. I'm glad you're here." Stefan comments, his lips gravitating towards mine as I close my eyes and feel when he leaves a soft kiss upon them, his thumb caressing my cheek when he slowly backs away and says "I'll call you later."
I end up back at the apartment, my mind racing with ways to try and have Tyler tell me everything he knows about his uncle and his schemes with Klaus and the Mikaelson's. But, I know that it won't be that easy. He won't just give up everything he knows without a price or something. Because, that's just how Tyler is.
"Mason being involved with them...It has to be more than just him working there..." I mutter out to myself, bending down to pick up my laptop as I open the search engine and type in his name, my eyes growing wide when I continue to scroll and suddenly I remember it, something that Tyler had told me a long time about his uncle..."He had a gambling problem. He was very deep into his addiction and took him years to fix it. But, before he died..I still think he struggled with it . He was in a lot of debt and he owed a lot of people, Elena."
My shaking hands and spinning mind place my computer on the coffee table next to me as I call Stefan, my voice is even trembling as he answers, I hear a loud blaring sound in the back, which dies down more as he tells me to hang on.
"Hey, did you talk to Tyler at all?" Stefan asks me.
"Um..No. But, I did remember something that he told me a year ago. Mason was a gambler and he was really deep into it. I know this sounds really stupid. But, do you think that Mason framed you because he was stealing from Klaus's company to feed his gambling habit and pay off the people that he may have owed?" I ask Stefan, hearing as he laughs a little. I can clearly picture him shaking his head as he sighs.
"Elena, I think it's your imagination playing with you. Yeah, Mason may have been a gambler. But, why would he steal from Klaus and frame me? I mean-" Stefan starts to argue with me as I cut him off.
"He framed you because he wanted what you had, he was jealous of the up and coming star that you were becoming within Klaus's company! When you went into prison you were charged with embezzlement, stealing money from the place that you worked at. Which, would have been thrown out if they looked closer and interviewed every person. The investigators on your case only interviewed a few people and they looked into your past, saw that you had a few charges. Part of me thinks that since you already had a criminal background, that they just decided that it was just a matter of time to get you on more charges, So, they put you in prison. But, I bet you that if they would have looked closer and that Kol wasn't the arresting officer. They would have realized that your finger prints weren't never on any of that money. I know that you didn't do it, Stefan and I'm going to do anything I can, to prove it." I try to explain, hearing as Stefan scoffs slightly from my words.
"Elena, talk to Tyler and see what he says. I'm not saying that your idea isn't possible. But, it just seems a little too much. What, now you think that Mason faked his own death and took off with the money he stole from Klaus?" Stefan asks me, telling me that he needed to get back into the restaurant before Damon came looking for him.
" You never know! Fine. But, think about that day..The day before you got arrested. Think hard, Stefan. Do you remember who came to see you two weeks after your arrest made the headlines everywhere and you were already in jail!" I tell him, listening when he exhales and once more tells me to call Tyler and that he needs to go.
Stefan's P.O.V.
I didn't remember it at the time because he had looked very different. But, with Elena's words ringing in my mind..I can still see his face, clear as day when I close my eyes and lean against the cool brick building, outside of the exit door near the ally way of the restaurant.
"Well, Well. Stefan Salvatore. I'm sorry that you're in here man. It's a shame really. Embezzlement and fraud? Ouch." He said in a sarcastic tone, watching as I tried to place my clasped and handcuffed hands on the small desk in front of me.
"What are you doing here? Come to make fun of me and taunt me? I'm where you wanted me to be. Klaus, you and I both know that I'm not the guilty one here! I was framed! someone framed me and I swear to god that I will prove it. I just need time, I need time!" I shouted at him, watching as he shook his head in disappointment, leaning against the glass, his hands in his pockets as he got up and glared at me. "You're where you should be, Mr. Salvatore. I just came to see that your paying for what you did to me and my family. Besides, who would want to steal from me. Other than you of course..."
The memory hits me hard as I slide down against the brick wall, trying to catch my breath when I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Mason Lockwood...I knew that his name was familiar when I heard Elijah speak it at the hospital. But, I couldn't remember where I had heard his name or seen his face before, until now, the reminder of him coming back in waves...
"Mason Lockwood! He's your new employee that was hired the same time that I was. If I were you, Klaus..I wouldn't trust him. Mark my words, he's up to no good." I told him, hearing as Klaus chuckled loudly, his laugh sending a nauseous feeling through me.
"Personally, Stefan. I think that you mixed yourself up with Mason. He's trust worthy and you..clearly aren't. I mean, you're in here and he's not. I don't really think you have a say in anything at the moment. So, with that. Good bye, Mr. Salvatore. I hope that your 7 year sentence teaches you a few things about life."
I slowly push myself up, remembering the first and last time that Klaus had came to see me after I had been locked up by his own brother in Arizona, like he was making sure that the headlines were all true.
I nearly trip over myself as I get up, my already weakened heart pounding against my chest at the memory when I shake my head and then I hear a voice, footsteps rushing towards me as tall, dark haired man helps me to my feet, asking me if I'm alright. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. I just-" I begin to say, my whole body going numb when I lock my eyes on his and utter out his name, seeing the fear in his green eyes when he lets go of me and tries to walk away, his movements quickening as he gets a head start, turning away from me and covering his face.
But, his name rolling off my tongue stops him dead in his tracks as I shout "Must be hard trying to run away from your past. Trust me, I know. Because, you're the one who forced me to run and yet again, I ended up in jail. I was innocent and I never got the chance to clear my name. But you know, this is good...Seeing you here is like a dream. What comes around goes around, that's what they say..right?" I ask him, watching as he pivots on his heels and laughs loudly, taking the hoodie off his head, exposing his dark brown hair, his green eyes are giving him away as he looks around and opens his mouth to speak. But, my chilling words cut him off. "So, how does it feel to always be looking over your shoulder, guilty conscious kicking in yet? By the way, you look really good for a dead man, Mason."
A/N:I'm sure you guys are all like...WAIT, Mason and Stefan know each other!? THAT will be explained in a flashback in the next chapter. I promise! Also, why Damon was so rude to Elena at the airport. ;)
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