Chapter 9: The Devil's Confession.
She wasn't supposed to think about him. Yet she couldn't stop herself. Something was seriously wrong with her head if she still yearned for that psychopath. She should hate him. And a part of her even did but then when the night came, she couldn't stop herself from praying for the angel-faced demon. Where was he? Was he fine? Did he miss her? Was he even alive?
In her mind, she could hear Stefan warning her against thinking about him. He cared so much about her. He wanted to protect her from anything that might hurt. Wasn't he the man of every girl's dreams? Then why couldn't she give her heart to him?
Because it's mine. She heard a strange voice in her head. Narrowing her eyes, she shifted her umbrella from one hand to another.
She turned around, surprised. The voice had been so clear; it was as if someone spoke to her. But there wasn't anyone close by.
The wind blew in fitful gusts and blew her umbrella away.
"Oh, dear God!" She mumbled as she ran after it. The rain-protector fell a little further away in someone's footsteps.
She bent to pick up the umbrella but someone beat her to it. Before she could reach for it, someone else picked it up.
"Thank yo…," The words died in her mouth when she saw who was standing in front of her.
"You!" She whispered as her eyes widened.
"Hello Elena," He said, smiling softly and for a second, Elena thought she forgot to breathe. His smile so beautiful, like angels sculpted him and brought him to life.
She stepped back.
"Here," He said, offering her umbrella.
She almost snatched her umbrella from his hand and was about to walk past him when he stood in front of her, blocking her way. Her angry eyes locked with his amused ones.
"Miss me?"
"No."
"Liar!" He inched closer. "You were just thinking about me. You're thinking about me all the time."
"I don't have time for this," She mumbled as she tried to move past him again. But he held her hand. She hissed, pulling her hand out of his hold, glaring at him.
"Don't touch me,"
"Ouch," He said, his eyes narrowed.
She reached for her purse and pulled out a pocket knife. "I know all about you now. And if you tried to come closer, I won't restrain from using this," She said in a way she thought was threatening but it only amused him more.
"Feisty! I like,"
"I'm not joking, Damon," She said, her voice dripping with fury.
"Ok, stab me, I dare you," He said, smirking.
"What?"
"Stab me," He said. "But you'll feel the pain more than I ever will." He whispered as if telling her a secret. "We're one flesh, Queen. Your pain is mine and my pain is yours."
She seemed confused by his words for a second before she decided to not give a thought to him. She put the pocket knife back in her handbag and zipped it close. She was about to walk away again but he stood in her way again. She gave a frustrated sigh, glaring at him. "What do you want?"
"You!" He replied as if it was obvious.
"Damon, I'm warning you, if you don't stop bothering me-,"
"Elena,"
"And don't even think for a second that you can lie to me again, I know about your past, I know what you did."
"He's lying. I didn't do anything." Damon replied a sudden cold and cruel look came on his face. "I can do that too you know. Print a bunch of stuff on a fake newspaper. Just because he showed you some old newspaper clipping doesn't mean that I did it."
"And why would he do that? What's in it for him?" Elena replied with a sarcastic smile.
"Isn't it obvious?" He said, biting the inside of his cheek.
She narrowed her eyes in curiousness.
"You. He wants you. He wants to get into your pants. He knew that wasn't possible as long as I'm in the picture so he took advantage of the situation and your foolishness and showed you the fake record."
"Doctor Stefan doesn't lie," Elena folded her arms on her chest.
"Well, Aren't you dating him now? That's what he wanted all along."
"This is ridiculous, Damon." Elena scoffed.
"He's a liar and a cheat. He's only doing this to get you."
"You're no angel either," Elena pointed out.
"I never claimed to be one," Damon's voice hard as steel.
"What's the point to this?" Elena said in an uninterested tone.
"I've said what I had to say. Everything that blonde scum said is a lie. He's framing me. He's breaking us up to get you."
"There is no us," Elena said, firmly. She couldn't love a killer.
"You're breaking my heart," He said, his face straight but the pain of heartbreak reflected in his eyes.
"Good." She said, "I don't care,"
"You don't?" He asked, his eyes suddenly furious. She suddenly felt afraid of him.
"Yes," She replied. She couldn't allow herself to melt now. He was no good. She couldn't just be with a criminal.
He stepped back, eyes still on her. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. He kept stepping back until he was standing in the middle of the road.
"Damon, what are you doing?" She asked, a little worried.
He never answered.
A car raced down the road, approaching where he was standing.
"Damon. Damon, what the hell? Get out of the way." Elena said, her eyes widening in fear and shock.
He stood quietly as if he never heard her.
The car was approaching closer. But before it could hit him, she dived in the road and pushed him out of the way. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed.
"You do care." He said, his eyes still cold but there was a relief in them as if he wasn't sure before himself that she would dive to save him.
"You're sick!" She hissed. "You need help. Real help!" She resembled an angry kitten, pointing to him and shouting in fury. "You could've seriously gotten hurt. You could've died. What's wrong with you. You know what, you're mental."
He could see it in her chocolate brown eyes how much she cared about him. And, it felt so good, because, no one ever did before. What wouldn't he do to keep her forever? He was gazing down at her and it was hard to read his expressions. She rolled her eyes and picked up her files, her handbag, and her umbrella, muttering under breath.
"—and I am late for work because of you." She muttered as she walked hurriedly past him before he could stop her again.
"Elena…,"
"No. No, Damon. Stay away from me,"
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"Hi Sweetheart," Stefan kissed her cheek, snapping her out of her thought bubble.
"Hi," She replied, not as warmly as she always did.
"What's wrong?" He asked even though he knew everything. One look at her face and he knew Damon had made his appearance.
She breathed out, scribbling on her notepad.
"Are you upset with me?" Stefan asked, pulling a chair, sitting close to her.
"I met Damon." She answered, her eyes still on her work.
"Oh, goodness, baby, are you fine? Did he hurt you? Why didn't you call me?"
"Stefan. Stefan, he didn't hurt me." Elena held his hand, assuring him she was fine.
"What did he want with you?" Stefan demanded, knowing the answer already.
"He claims that you were framing him and that newspaper clipping was fake," Elena replied, looking at him for any signs of lie and nervousness.
Stefan's face remained calm.
"And you believe him?"
"No. I don't." Elena replied, turning back to work. "Why would I believe him? He's a criminal, a murderer."
"You don't need to be afraid of him, Baby. You know I'll protect you," Stefan said, wrapping her in his arms.
She leaned against his chest, breathing in his scent.
"He'll never ever hurt you again, I promise you that." He added, kissing the top of her head.
"I'm not afraid for myself, Stefan." She looked up at her boyfriend. "Damon… he might be ruthless and dangerous, but I know he can never hurt me. It's your life I fear." She said, looking at him with concern.
"Oh, no, sweetheart. He wouldn't dare. Goodness cannot be held, captured or put to death. It evades its pursuers, escapes capture, slips away, hides out, but forever rises, again and again, all over the world. He is evil, he will never rise. I'm good, I'll win," Stefan murmured. "Forget him, let's talk about something else."
"Oh, what about?" She let out a giggle as he lifted her up and placed her on his lap.
"Umm, the Gala today. You're going with me,"
"Of course, I'm going to." Elena said, smiling.
"What are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"No. What?"
"Stefan, it's work time." Elena said, trying to get out of his arms.
"But, but…"
"I'll meet you tonight."
"I'll be the one in black."
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"Nice speech," Damon whistled, looking at illusion self of Stefan and his Queen. His little brother really did believe everything he said. But did he not know how powerful Damon was now.
"He is evil; he will never rise. I'm good, I'll win," Stefan boasted.
"Yes, but do you know? Evil is always possible and goodness is eternally difficult." Damon replied, his eyes dark with hatred.
"The Gala?"
"Gala?" Damon said, confused.
"It's the Yearly Spring Gala the town celebrates every year." Klaus replied, his mouth bloodstained from the man he had just hunted.
"Oh, then we must attend it. Wouldn't want to disrespect town traditions."
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She looked simply stunning in her flared burnt-orange, brown, and green print halter dress, and high heels. Her glorious long hair pulled back and held away from her face with a few small flowers and flowing down her back to her waist.
Stefan complemented her over and over again and told her how lucky he was to have her. She smiled a shy smile and thanked him. She could feel the eyes of all the other nurses and her classmates, they were all envious of her. She had a man they always wanted, a man that worshipped the ground she walked on.
But yet she felt incomplete. What was missing? A pair of mesmerizing blue eyes appeared in her thoughts. No. No. She repeated in her mind. And then as if she had wished straight from the heart, her secret prayers were answered.
"Hello Elena," She heard his voice and she felt her breath get stuck.
"Think of the devil," She murmured almost making him spit his drink out.
"And the devil appears," He completed, smirking at his own joke.
"Damon, I think I mentioned that-,"
"Yes, but you never considered my side of the story," He protested.
"You lost that chance when you disappeared." She hissed at him.
"I wanted to come… trust me, I… I wanted to be there with you, but-."
"It's too late," Elena said, holding her hand up, gesturing him to stop. "I'm with Stefan now."
"Yet, you were thinking about me," He said, inching closer.
"No, I wasn't." She lied to the devil.
"Huh, Elena, I know when you lie," He pointed out.
"Whatever," She rolled her eyes, turning around but when she looked up, he was standing in front of her again.
"What-? How…," She was confused for a second. How did he get there? Sometimes he acted so strangely.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out something. When she looked down at his hand, he was offering a rose. It was their tradition. She always accepted his rose. And today wasn't any different but then she remembered the many tears she cried for him when he disappeared, also his questioning past.
"Sweetheart," Stefan called from afar.
He strides towards where they were standing. A stern look came on his face as his eyes fell on the wicked warlock. "Everything alright?" He said, looking at his girlfriend, a hand around her waist possessively.
"Yes, Damon was just leaving," Elena said, coldly.
"Oh, was he? Good."
"Actually, I'm enjoying here, I think I'll stay." Damon replied coolly even though his eyes flashed for a second.
Seeing the tension between them, Elena intervened. "I think Jenna is calling us. We should go."
"Yes, sweetheart, I'll be right after you," Stefan replied, a way of asking her to leave.
She nodded and walked past them, back to the crowded area where the rest of the town was enjoying a music show.
"You haven't learned yet, have you, you filth?" Stefan said, his voice barely a whisper.
"You have played all your cards, now, it's my turn."
"The game was over the minute you were put in prison. I won. You lost." Stefan replied. "She can't stand the sight of you now, she despises your name, she hates you. She hates you like she should, like everyone does." Stefan hissed.
Damon chuckled. "I don't mind hate. Hate is just love gone bad, besides, hate is just beginning of a great love story."
"Careful, Devil. You can be prisoned again for this. Did you forget that? You can't love."
"Yes, you righteous scum, thanks to you, I realized what I always knew. Love is for the weak. I attempted to win her love and almost lost my power. I suffered when she was sleeping soundly. The love no one ever gave me, I gave it to her, but she didn't really deserve it, you know. Now, I have ripped off that weak part of me, I will do anything to have her, I will get her, and if I don't, you won't either." He threatened.
"You're bluffing, you and I both know you would never hurt Elena." Stefan folded his arms on chest, a bit nervous.
"Anyone," Damon replied.
"Not Anyone."
Damon smirked. With a click of his finger, a tent erupted in flames. A series of screams and cries followed.
"Anyone, Stefan! The darkness wants her. It had promised her to me. And we always get what we want. And when we don't get what we want, you know what we do to those who wrong us!" Damon hissed, his eyes turning the darkest color of black.
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The fire spread through the Gala fast, and turned the festive happiness into mourning. There wasn't any loss of lives but some people were injured. Stefan went through the crowd to find Elena. She was huddled in a corner, crying.
"Sweetheart," He hurried to her. "Are you alright?" He examined her arms for injuries.
"The fire-, Stefan, I-," She couldn't speak of fear.
"Elena, you're okay, I'm here, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You'll be fine," He said as he helped her up.
"I… I was stuck there and then someone just… but I couldn't see who saved me, there was so much smoke, I couldn't breathe…," She said, wiping tears. Her dress was splattered with dirt. Her hair was a tangled mess about her shoulders. The hairpins that had adorn her hair was now somewhere on the ground. Dirt smudges were across her face.
She was speaking about her trauma but his mind was somewhere else. If he could bed Elena tonight, he could present her to his chief tomorrow. Her soul will leave her body and she would be eternally his. He could save her from Damon like that.
He cupped her face and brought his lips to hers, interrupting her. She was half of his soul; she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. The magic bound her to both her seekers. So she never stopped him. He was her boyfriend after all.
Damon saw it happening before it could happen. The girl he loved, the girl who was destined for him was kissing his brother. Jealousy as fiery as the fire around him flooded through him. There was an ache where his heart laid.
Stefan felt the presence of Devil. He opened his eyes and saw his brother appear in thin air, growling, his eyes bright, blood red, and without pupils, surrounded by the darkest, blackest black, darkest then any pit. He inched closer, ready to attack but Stefan murmured a spell in his mind. An invisible glass wall surrounded him, a wall he couldn't come through. He tried to use his magic but the angel's spell countered his. This wasn't right. He thought. Cade said he would be stronger now. Then his eyes fell on the setting sun. Light overpowered darkness. Fuck!
The devil banged his fists against the glass wall but in vain.
"Get away from my mate, you filth," He hissed.
"I'm here," Stefan said to her, his forehead dropping on hers. "Would you like to go home with me?" Stefan said, still caressing her face.
"You're going to regret this, you self-righteous dick. I'm going to destroy you," Damon seem to know what he was planning.
Stefan looked up. The sun was about to set. As the dark grew, his power would weaken and Damon's power would grow. He had to take her to his lair before the devil's power exceeds his further. He only had a bit of advantage over Damon during the day. At night, now the Devil's power exceeded every limit. His lair was pure and safe; the only place he knew Damon wouldn't and couldn't enter.
"Okay,"
"Elena, don't go with him. Please, don't." Damon pleaded to her, even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
"Let's go then," Stefan said, one of his arms around her waist, protectively.
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As the night grew darker, he knew what to do. The Devil stood on the largest tower of the Fells. As soon as he spotted the fragrance of goodness, he dived down.
"No one snatches what's mine." He murmured.
He landed on his feet gracefully, right in front of the young warlocks of Goodness.
"Oh, dear, Lord." One of the girls said.
"No, honey, it's the Devil." He smirked before he pulled out a sharp dagger.
"Please, don't." The leader of the group fell on his knees. "You don't know what you're doing. They're the servers of Goodness. Killing them would bring havoc in the world."
"That's even better!" He said as he inched closer.
"If I can't get heaven, I will just raise hell," Damon murmured as he attacked.
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"Papa, what happened to Mama?" Seven-year-old Stefan asked his father.
His father was lost, staring at his beloved's wife dead body. Someone had stabbed her to death. Mysterious events had occurred in the mansion. Days from her death, his mother told everyone that she could see her dead eldest son, the son that died mysteriously a few years ago.
She said that she would see him running around the house, laughing, playing like he used too. Giuseppe told her that it was all in her head. But she claimed that he comes to meet her at night and he tells her that he despises her and he will take revenge from all the household for his murder.
Afraid that the town would know about their sin, Giuseppe locked her up in a room and told everyone that she has gone mad. Last night, they heard terrible screaming from her room. All the servants, along with the men of the house hurried to save her. They found Lily's lifeless body in bed, every inch of her body covered with gashes.
"Mother, take him away," Giuseppe said to the old woman sitting beside him.
"Papa, who is that?" Stefan pointed at a dark shadow behind the pillar.
A little five-year-old, dark-haired child peeked through the curtain.
"Stefan, you need to go," Lexi ordered.
Stefan had casted a sleep spell on Elena when he found out what happened to his clan mates. He was summoned by the chief. They had an emergency meeting. Some of the warlocks were still in the Devil's prison. He had informed that he was going to torture them to death if Stefan doesn't come to meet him.
On Lexi's orders, he went to Damon's lair.
As expected his brother had thrown the angels in the cages surrounded by bloodthirsty lions.
"Damon, your beef is with me," Stefan said as he entered.
"Yet, you dragged in my mate," Damon pointed out, still sitting on the sofa.
"She's not yours."
"She is mine. She was mine. And she'll always be mine." He growled.
"We can settle it later. But please, please, let them go." Stefan pleaded as he heard the cry of his clan mates.
"Beg," Damon demanded, smirking his signature smirk.
Stefan fell on his knees, holding his head down. He couldn't let him kill innocent angels for his selfish desires. He was an angel after all. Sacrifice was in his blood.
Slowly, Damon rose up. He walked toward Stefan, stepping on his hand.
"Now, you know, who's the boss?" He said, pressing the sharp boot on his hand, almost to the point of breaking his bones.
"If you want these self-absorbed leeches alive you better tell her the truth. The entire truth. Or you take back your words." Damon gave him an option.
Stefan looked up at him in fury and then to his angels. He knew that either way he had lost this round. He had lost Elena.
He nodded, letting the tears of the humiliation and the pain of the loss of the love of his life, fall.
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"Good Morning!" Damon interrupted her musings. It seemed to become another tradition that every time she walked to work, he would follow her and annoy her.
"Don't you have anything better to do than annoy me," She said, not even sparing him a look. She had to show she wasn't at all interested in him even though that wasn't the case at all.
"What's more important than convincing the love of your life that you're not the bad guy everyone thinks that you're," He said, playfully.
She turned, shocked. Her eyes wide and surprised before a frown covered her face. "You're a criminal, you're a bad guy."
"Well, that doesn't mean that I can't feel. I mean… criminals have hearts too you know." He reached for the strand behind her hair and released it, making it fall on her nose. She glared at him, tucking the strand back.
"Damon, I don't want to talk to you, stay away from me." She hissed.
"Elena, that blonde scum lied to you and you're ruining us because of him."
"First, he's my boyfriend and secondly he doesn't lie."
"Well, let's ask, Doctor William today, shall we?" He said inching closer. "Let's ask him about the truth of that newspaper clipping."
"Okay. But if it turns out true, you'll leave me alone." Elena demanded, walking down hurriedly to cross the road to the hospital.
"An if it turns out fake? Then what?"
"Then, you'll still leave me alone," Elena said as she entered.
"Hello, Miss Gilbert!" The Receptionist greeted her.
"Where is doctor Williams?" Elena demanded.
"In his room."
"Okay," Elena said and hurried to the elevator. He followed her. As the doors of the elevator closed, she found his eyes fixed on her, a smile playing on his lips.
"What!"
"Nothing. It's just… you look very beautiful when you're angry." He said, his eyes soft.
She huffed in annoyance.
The elevator door opened and she hurried out, with him hot on her heels. She passed through a long corridor and entered the first room.
"Good Morning, doctor." She said, but then her eyes fell on his bandaged hand. "Oh, Stefan, what happened?"
"It's… it's nothing," He said, somewhat lost and nervous.
"Are you okay?" Elena asked, cupping his face.
A loud cough interrupted them. Damon didn't seem to appreciate their closeness. His eyes were not liquid love like they were in the elevator when he was looking at her. Somehow, right now, he didn't seem that Damon at all.
"Doctor William, I just got informed about your research about me, and I must say, I'm not happy with it since it's a complete lie. Would you mind telling Miss Elena too?" He said, inching closer to the desk, his tone so cold that it ran shiver down her spine.
"Yes, tell him, Stefan, tell him that you weren't lying," Elena said, looking at Stefan expectantly. "I know you'd never lie to me, Stefan, I know he's the liar here but I just need…,"
"He's not lying, Elena. I was lying." Stefan confessed, his eyes downcast.
Elena's mouth fell. She stared at Stefan in complete shock and disappointment.
"I told you so," Damon said in a sing-song voice.
"Why?" Her voice was merely a whisper.
"Because I love you," Stefan admitted the truth. "I wanted you and… I could do anything to get you."
Her faced changed from broken to cold. She slapped him across the face in one determined hard sweep.
"Ouch!" Damon whispered.
"You accused him of murder. Do you even realize the severity of these claims? All because you love me? do you even know what love means? You deceived me. You made me a fool the whole time. You broke my trust and played with my heart." Her face contorted in pain. Tears welled down her eyes to her cheeks.
For the first time, Damon felt remorse. Unknowingly and unintentionally he gave her pain. He materialized a cotton hankie and reached to dry her tears.
"Don't touch me," She said, pushing him away slightly.
"I'm sorry, please don't cry." He said softly. "Please," You know I can't bear that. He wanted to say but he couldn't.
"She said, don't touch her," Stefan said, pushing him away from her.
Damon advanced forward and held him by his collar. "You've already gotten on my nerves, you self-righteous trash, don't make it worse for yourself."
"Do whatever you want but in the end, I will win, goodness will win. She's mine." He hissed.
"No, Stefan, what are you doing leave him now." Elena tried to pull them away from each other, but in an attempt to swat her hands away, Stefan accidentally pushed her back. She tripped and fell against the table, bruising her arm.
"I'll kill you," Damon growled, threw him back, launching a punch.
"Stop!" Elena said, coming between them, "Stop now!"
"I'm not anyone's." She shouted. "Not yours," She shouted at Damon and then turned to Stefan, "And certainly not his. So you both, stay the fuck away from me," She hissed before she walked out of the room.
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"Elena! Elena! Stop," He followed her through the corridors to her office.
"Damon, I already said, leave me alone, I don't want to talk you or him," she said strictly.
"But, I just proved that-,"
"Yes, you proved that you were innocent and that Stefan only framed you, but it doesn't change what you did and what you are," She said as she picked the files from receptionist's table and hurried to her table.
"And what exactly did I do?" He asked, surprised.
"You promised me that you'll never leave me and yet you did." She said, stopping in her tracks and looking up at him. "I waited for you for two months. But you never called nor did you ever replied to any of my messages. I can't live like that, Damon."
"I wanted to be there with you, believe me, I did, but I…, it was something out of my hands, you don't understand-,"
"Do you see how unstable you are?" She said, narrowing her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand, unstable?"
"The way you disappeared for two months, the way you reacted to Stefan today, I thought you were going to kill him. Your eyes, they were so cruel…,"
"I did what I did because he hurt you, and I'm not sorry for that," He said, bluntly.
She shook her head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."
"But I want too." He said, firmly.
"This is a hospital, Damon not café. This place is for patients only so I suggest you leave now." She said, turning to leave.
"Okay," He said and for a moment Elena was surprised that he gave up easily. But then she heard him pant in pain. When she turned around, she found a deep cut on his right hand and pocket knife in another.
"Oh, Dear God!" She gasped.
"There, now, I'm a patient too. Treat me, Miss Elena." He said, pouting.
"This… this is exactly what I'm talking about." She hissed as she approached him. "This is unstable." She added, pulling him to her office. "Your obsession with me… this is not stable at all." She said as she took out her first aid kit. She took out peroxide and a cotton ball and began cleaning his wound.
"Obsession? Am I the only one who believes in the power of love? This is not an obsession, my queen. This is love. Pure love and irresistible passion."
"Love? How is this love? You hurt yourself when I tell you to leave. You hurt people when they hurt me, if you loved me, you'll respect me, you'll respect my decisions too." Elena said, sharply.
"Okay, if that's what I have to do to prove my love to you then so be it. I'll leave you, forever. You'll never see me again, I promise you, but do you really want that."
She looked uncertainly at him. How did the conversation turn to him leaving?
"Okay, then I'll go. But before I do, I have to say something." He took a pause, he looked at her. Eyes intent, alert, searching his own. "I came into the world with nothing. I have only felt hatred, suffered cruelty and brutality. You're the only one who had ever… looked at me with kindness." He cupped a side of her face. "You… you're the only one who has ever tried to tend my wounds, you're the only one who has ever offered me love. Is it surprising that I fell in love with you," He realized suddenly that his words weren't lies at all. He was telling the truth again. And no matter what the consequences, he would confess to her.
"I'm offering myself to you, but if you take me, you'll have to take all of me, my love, my darkness, my instability and my wounds, and I promise you that whatever I do, I'll always put you first, I'll protect you, I'll never let a shred of sadness ever touch you, you'll be my one and only forever." His eyes sparkled at her and the floor of her stomach disintegrated.
When she didn't reply for a while. He knew her answer.
"I don't love myself and that's why I completely understand why you don't love me either,"
He jumped off the table and he was about to walk away.
Should she stop him? Her heart did ache for him. She couldn't bear the thought of not seeing him forever. What should she do?
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My apologies for the late update, I was busy with finals and now that's it over, I have time enough to write the story to completion. Thank you so much for you reviews. I can't put in words how I adore them.
I hope everyone enjoys the chapter! Elena is yet to make a decision? Do you think Damon is telling the truth or is he only doing this to lead her to a trap? Stefan finally confessed to his lie but this isn't the last of Stefan or Cade. The story will take a twist in coming chapters. Elena is yet to find out a world that she never thought existed.
Please, do review. I'll love to know your comments. What you liked and what you found scary? I'll be eagerly waiting for your thoughts.
I have updated Marry Me Instead. It's a romantic comedy of a runaway bride and a reporter as they travel around the country.
Carol, I'm waiting for an update of Eyes Without A Face. God, it's such an enchanting story. Bonnie just updated 'Captive of Her Beauty' And her writing is always amazing.
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