DISCLAIMER:
I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of it's characters, I am simply playing with them!
AUTHOR NOTE:
Well..heh.. *hides*
That's all I have to say. lol. It's short, and not much of a wait, but I had to publish this and keep writing. heehee :P
Enjoy!
Elena rubbed her eyes, lying back on the bed, her whole mind feeling blank. The last thing she remembered was watching Jenna die, and then it was a blur. She felt hands grip her shoulders and grumbled sleepily, squinting.
"Damon?" She mumbled.
"Elena?" A smile was across his face, tears shining in his eyes as he pulled her into him, not even hearing her grunt. "God! 'Lena."
"John sacrificed himself for her," Stefan said, smiling as well. "It didn't work the first time, but now.."
"What?" Elena was confused.
Damon did something that made her freeze. He tilted her face up, holding her head in his hands, and planted his lips on hers in the sweetest, most adoring kiss she'd ever been given. "I love you so much. Don't ever do that to me again!"
"Do what?" She was frozen, eyes wide, staring at him like he just grew another head. "What was that for?"
Stefan's brows furrowed.
"What was what for?" Damon asked, his voice growing quieter at the lost look in her eyes.
"You kissed me," She stated. "Why would you do that?"
His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Because we..you told me you..I.."
Stefan took over, touching Elena's arm. "Elena, what do you remember?"
She groaned softly, her head spinning as she turned into Stefan. "Klaus..he killed Jenna, and then it's...blank.."
Damon's heart fell. "You don't remember anything after that?"
She shook her head no, tilting her head at Damon. Something seemed off with this whole situation, but she couldn't figure out what. She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Damon, are you okay?"
He said nothing, moving a little farther away from her. He looked like a kicked puppy; heart broken and lost.
Stefan was dumbstruck. "You don't remember anything?"
"No," She said. "Why? What am I supposed to know?"
"It was all a lie," Damon whispered to himself. "None of it was real."
"What wasn't real?" She asked, growing more and more confused by the second. "Damon, what's wrong?"
"Who do you love?" Stefan asked suddenly.
Her brows furrowed. "What?"
"No, I mean, who are you in love with?" He asked. To his surprise he was mentally screaming Say Damon, say Damon, say Damon!
"You?" She said slowly, and Stefan saw his brothers eyes fill with tears again. "It's always been you."
Damon stood up at that, and Elena flinched at the sudden jerk of the bed. "Don't do anything kinky on my bed."
"Damon," Stefan said sadly.
"Forget it," Damon said, not making eye contact with his brother or Elena. "Just forget it. She did."
"What did I forget?" Elena asked again, annoyance brimming to the surface with her worry. What was happening?
"Doesn't matter," Damon said, and Elena noticed how he was biting his lip as he stared at the floor. "You wouldn't believe me anyway."
He left at a quick human pace, and Stefan sighed before looking at Elena. "Are you serious? You don't remember anything?"
She didn't answer. "What's wrong with him?"
"Damon?" Caroline said, and Damon froze at the door.
"She-" His voice caught, and he cleared his throat before looking at Jeremy again. "She's alive. You should go see her."
Jeremy's eyes widened at Damon's broken expression, the words not hitting home quite yet.
"Damon, what's wrong?" Caroline asked, standing up slowly.
"Nothing," He said. "Everything is back to exactly how it was."
Bonnie and Caroline shared a glance, and when they looked back at the door, Damon was gone.
