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AN: Finally, some DE. I have the busiest Saturday every today so there might only be one other chapter later today. I wrote this while half asleep, so sorry if there are any errors guys.
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After we finish our discussion, Klaus offers to make dinner again. Jeremy asks to help and Klaus hesitantly agrees, they both get up and disappear into the kitchen. My phone goes off and I pull it out to see a message from Jenna.
"Finally", I sigh.
_thx 4 giving me my space, staying at a friend's, idk when i'll be back, tell Jer 4 me, i love u guys, no matter what. -Jenna
At least she decided to stop ignoring me. I look up to see Damon looking at me curiously.
"That was Jenna, she's ok" I tell him.
He smiles and I look down to our hands, still intertwined. I look back up at him, his eyes staring into mine, my eyes travel to his lips. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I bet his lips are soft, they're so perfect. I could stare into his eyes forever, they're so beautiful. He leans forward, his lips inches from mine. I can feel his breath on my lips. His eyes are staring at my lips now. He moves one hand to my knee and cups my face with the other. I can see the lust in his eyes, but as soon as I notice it, it's gone, replaced by a sadness so real it hurts to look at. He kisses my forehead and leans back, standing up and walking towards the door.
"Damon, where are you going" I ask him, not wanting him to leave.
"I'm going out, Elena. I'll be back soon" He says opening the door, Stefan walks in as Damon walks out, slamming the door behind him. Stefan just looks at me and sighs, walking over to the couch and sitting down.
"We need to talk", I tell him.
"Ok" He says warily.
"While you were gone, I had a chance to think about the way I feel about you." I tell him nervously. "When we first kissed it was like fireworks went off in my head. I knew from that moment that I wanted a chance with you. We've been through so much together Stefan, and we've gotten to know each other a lot better. I feel like I'm not the same person I was when we got together. I'm not longer the weak little Elena that you still think I am. Even though I love you so much, I'm no longer in love with you, Stefan."
He sighs. "I understand, Elena."
"You do?" I ask him, confused now.
"Yes I've felt it too, that distance between us kept growing and growing until eventually it took over." He says slowly. "I love you, Elena. That will never change, but I also know I stopped making you happy a long time ago. You need someone else, I can understand that feeling."
"Oh." That's all I seem to be able to manage saying.
"I'm going to go home. I haven't had a goodnights sleep in days." He says. I nod and watch him stand up and stretch. "Bye Elena" He says, walking out the door.
I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel like I can live again. I walk to the kitchen and notice Jeremy is nowhere to be found. He must have given up and went upstairs to his room. I take the time to study Klaus. I've noticed he usually has his all black Converse or his leather flip flops on. His jeans are always dark and faded but never black. His shirts always fit him perfectly but he never wears anything expensive like Damon. Today he has his black converse, dark blue jeans, and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt on. He looks like any other teenager, I think silently. I walk up beside him and he smiles at me.
"Klaus, how old were you when you were turned?" I ask him curiously.
"Eighteen years old, Ms Elena." He says.
"About how long until dinner will be done?"
"Another hour at most" He replies.
"I'm going to go shower. Yell for me when it's ready, please" I ask him.
"I will. Take your time." I stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek.
After twenty-five minutes in the shower, and twenty writing in my journal, Damon appears on the other side of my bedroom, sitting on the window seat.
"You scared me" I tell him.
"Sorry" He mumbles.
"Have you been drinking?"
"What are you, my mother?" He asks, sarcastically.
"I was just asking because I care, Damon. I'm sorry you can't accept that."
He looks up to glare at me. Then stands up and walks over to stand in front of me. Our body's inches from touching.
"I have accepted it, Elena. I've accepted the fact that you take advantage of me loving you, and that you use me, knowing I will do anything for you. Hell, you even use me as a replacement boyfriend when Saint Stefan is away. Well now that he's back you don't need me anymore, so I'll just get out of your way" He yells, and turns to walk away.
All I heard was him saying he loves me. Damon loves me.
I step forward and grab his arm, spinning him around to face me. Before he can talk I press my lips to his.
I told Stefan that the first time I kissed him, fireworks went off. Well with Damon, atomic bombs are going off, my heart is doing back flips, and my skin is on fire. And he hasn't even kissed me back.
After a few seconds his lips respond to mine, his hands go to cup my face, and he's backing us up towards the bed. I collapse with him on top of me, our bodies struggling to get enough of each other. I feel one of his hands slide under my shirt to rest on my stomach. The other hand lies on my face, his thumb massaging my cheek. I slide my hands down to his waist, grab his shirt, and pull it over his head. When his lips are back on mine, my hands roam his chest, trying to memorize every muscle.
"Damon, I lo…" I start.
Someone clears their throat at the door. I push Damon off me and sit up to see Klaus looking at the floor. Damon groans and grabs his shirt, pulling it back over his head.
"Dinner is ready" Klaus says, mumbling something in German as he walks away.
Damon grabs my hand and pulls me up, planting a kiss on my lips before walking towards the door. He stops when he reaches it and turns back to me.
"I love you, Elena."
A huge smile spreads across my face. We love each other. More importantly, he loves me.
Aren't you coming to eat?" He asks, reaching his hand out to me.
I smile and walk towards him, taking his hand in mine.
Klaus is silent throughout dinner. His eyes never leave his plate, and his frown never leaves his face. I almost ask him about it a few times but decide to wait until other ears aren't listening.
When we're done eating I offer to help him with the dishes. Jeremy and Damon go outside to throw the football so its leaves the two of us alone.
When I'm certain Damon is out of earshot I turn to Klaus. I lay my hand on his arm and he turns towards me.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, genuinely concerned.
"I see you and Damon have grown closer." He says simply.
"Yes, I guess we have." I tell him, not understanding what that has to do with him being upset.
"I'm sorry if I seem out of line, Elena. This behavior is unusual for me." He says.
"Klaus just tell me what's wrong and maybe I can help." I tell him and he sighs.
"I have developed feelings for you, Elena. I thought you might reciprocate those feelings, but I was clearly mistaken. Therefore I must apologize for how I've acted towards you. It was unkind of me to feel for you when you love another. I hope you can forgive me and that we will remain friends." He says, his accent so thick I'm struggling to understand him.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Klaus" I tell him turning his face so he's looking at me. "I'm sorry if I lead y…"
My words are cut off as he crushes his lips to mine. My eyes go wide, realizing what's happening, I push him away and turn my back to him. My fingers dart up to feel my lips, where his just were. When I turn back to him he's looking at me with a confused expression. I go to speak and hurt flashes in his eyes.
"Klaus…" I start, but he's already gone.
What did I just do?
