Please don't tell me you'd thought I'd given up on you? Nah I've not updated for a while for 2 reasons:
1. It summer and I've been busy - sue me!
2. With TVD not back till October I've not had my weekly dose of Delena in so long that I've had no inspiration whatsoever for this chapter and I still don't! I could not think of a way to bring back Delena in a way without making it seem like Elena forgave him too easily so I time jumped a lot - sorry! I figured in the end Damon would try to win her back but ultimately it would be Elena's decision.
This is more of a filler and in this chapter I sort of got to explore my OTP (Elena/Elijah) and I had lots of fun doing it, I've been reading lots of fan fictions for some sort of inspiration but came to no avail. I can't promise you a quick update but I can promise you a reunited couple will be on the horizon soon, how does that sound? Thank you for not losing hope on my story, don't be too harsh with reviews.
(Ps: to that reviewer who told me she had followed this story from the beginning and was getting mad because I wasn't updating can I just say as non-rudely as I can manage that inspiration doesn't come from thin air and it's much easier to read a story than it is to write one.
PPS: I make a lot of references to social networking sites for the simple reason that I believe in today's society they are a huge impact on our lives and it makes sense that they would be on them a lot. Sorry if you do not like it but I believe too many authors write stories set in 2012 but forget about these websites.)
Ok long author's note over. Enjoy - Jessica.
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"Call me please. I love you." Damon sighed as he pressed "end call" on his phone. It had been exactly four weeks since the night of the dance; summer was a third of the way over and it had fucking sucked so far. Elena hadn't shown up at school the next day, lucky for her as Mrs Simpson had been on warpath for her after finding out she'd disobeyed instructions and left the PE hall. She hadn't gave Damon in much trouble, she had told him that he was very lucky it was the end of the school year and if he ever punched another peer in her company - whether they went to the school or now - then she wouldn't want to be in Damon's shoes. In those three weeks Damon had called Elena an uncountable amount of times; so much that eventually Elena had blocked his number. So Damon had bought a cheap disposable phone. And then another one. And another one. He'd tried to go to her house several times only to be told Elena either wasn't in or she didn't want to see him. Her dad had told him he didn't know what Damon had did but he'd broke his daughters heart and he'd better stay away from her. The biggest heartbreak though was earlier on that night, Damon had tried to scale the side of Elena's house, he knew that Miranda and Grayson were out of town for the weekend as Elena had told him a few weeks ago whilst they were still together and on Facebook, Jeremy had checked in at "Bonnie's house" so he'd taken his chance, even if Elena wasn't in, he'd wait for her. She simply had to talk to him, he had to see her and prove that he wasn't the scum back she believed him to be. So, feeling like he was in some sort of clichéd action movie, Damon had climbed up the drain pipe that stood at the side of Elena's window and he peeked through the slightly open curtain. He hadn't figured what he'd do if the window wasn't open, his first plan was to get up to the window and then figure out the rest later. His middle name should have been stupid.
That's when Damon saw something that made him want to let go of his grip on the pipe and fall onto the concrete slabs below, he literally felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. It was Elena. She was lying on the bed alone, cuddling into a stray teddy bear with one ear and clutching a blanket, a few stray tears running down her cheeks. Damon's lips tilted downwards and he sighed sadly to himself, she was obviously upset but why? His first instinct was himself, was he the cause? Was she crying because even after four weeks and all he'd did to her she still hadn't moved on from him? Did he still have a chance to win her back despite the suffering he'd caused her? Did she still love him? Damon was about to chap on the window, the only thought running through his brain was his plan - to pray she'd open it then fall to her feet and grovel for forgiveness, tell her of his stupidity, how the bet was a mistake but he was glad he'd made it because without it he would have never met her. He was going to tell her he loved her so much, he'd changed for her and because of her he believed in love and fate and soul mates again. How she had made him a better person, how the sun rose and set with her, every corny line in the book because every single line of it was all true.
He was about to. He even had his hand raised, about to chap on the window. That's when Elijah Mikaelson walked through her bedroom door holding two cups of what looked like hot chocolate with whipped cream. And Elena sat up on the bed and took the steaming cup from him, taking a grateful gulp. Elijah placed his cup on the sideboard before sitting down next to her on the bed and Elena repositioned herself and the blanket, disregarding the teddy to the edge of the bed so she could cuddle into him. Tears were still pouring down her cheeks but Elijah didn't ask her what was wrong, instead he touched the liquid running down her cheeks and seemed to make a joke of it; a joke which Elena laughed at before turning her attention back to the television. Damon followed her gaze and realised for the first time that the television was on, a movie moreover and he recognised instantly; it was My Sisters Keeper. Of course, as if Elena would cry over a man like him, he was a dick, a horrible person who deserved to die alone just like his subconscious had told him many-a-time. But even as he pulled away from the window, his heart feeling like that silly emotion people would use in text language "/3", and as he prepared to slide back down the drain pipe Damon was sure Elena caught his eye through the crack in the curtain. And those eyes, those perfect doe eyes that he could have once claimed as his, he did not see the hatred he would have expected to see; he saw betrayal.
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Elena cried silently, allowing tears that she had held back all day to overspill down her cheeks. It had been her idea of course to watch My Sisters Keeper, for this exact reason. At least then Elena had an excuse to cry, she could weep all she want and nobody would question her motives. When Elijah went downstairs to get them a drink Elena just let the tears flow as fast as they wanted, leaving her sore eyed but still not cried out. Elena didn't think she would ever be cried out. Every night she had cried herself to sleep, all alone with her thoughts she couldn't help but fill her head with images of him. Oh Damon, why did it have to be a bet? Why wasn't it real? Are you sorry? Do you still think of me? These questions circled Elena's head continuously but one dominated more than others:
"Did you really love me?"
And then, just like every other time this question had bypassed her thoughts, her mind automatically rejected it. Because of course he didn't love her, he used her, used her for 100 fucking dollars. That was what Elena hated most, was she really worth so little? Hey man, sleep with that Gilbert chick I'll give you 100 bucks. And now that would forever be Elena's new reputation, that girl Damon Salvatore banged for money. She was practically a prostitute.
So why didn't Elena hate him? Try as she might - and oh she'd tried - she couldn't muster anything near hatred towards him. Anger, sure. Bitterness, of course but hatred? No. Damon was the first person who entered her thoughts when she woke up every morning and the last person she thought of at night, he consumed her every thought, her every breath. In the space of just a few months, Elena Gilbert had fallen fast and hard, she was completely and utterly head-over-heels in love with Damon Salvatore despite trying to tell herself that love didn't exist.
"Focus, Gilbert. Focus." Elena muttered to herself as she snuggled her face into her teddy bear, trying to wipe the tears away; failing miserably. "You need to get over him. You have a great boyfriend now. One who treats you right."
That's right; Elena and Elijah were officially dating. Sort of. It wasn't "Facebook official" (as in her relationship status was still single; she had been worried in case someone had told him) but he came over to her house almost every day and had been staying the nights since her parents went out of town, he always brought her candy and ice cream and soppy movies with him as well which was a bonus. Several times Elijah had dragged her out the house to go to the cinema or uptown or roller blading with him and he always gave her sweet compliments and told her she was beautiful; despite the fact that Elena never wore any make-up anymore and the times she didn't leave the house for days her personal hygiene spiralled downwards.
"A broken heart will do that to you." Elijah had smirked when she'd commented on her flaws. "Elena you could be homeless and not bathed in a year and you'd still be beautiful to me."
So yes, all in all, Elijah was the perfect man, and even despite the misunderstanding last fall, he had forgiven Kol - thanks to Elena - and they'd put the past behind them. Kol had even apologised to Elena, saying he was stupid and naive, an apology which Elena had forgiven with a smile on her face; she was just glad she was no longer the reason for a family dispute. Elena and Elijah had also been on several double dates with Klaus and Caroline who had both been very supportive through Elena's rough break-up. Jeremy and Bonnie had officially started dating also and Bonnie was at her house often so their friendship was still strong though Elena was a bit freaked that her best friend was sleeping with her brother. Everyone was moving on with their lives and truly believed she was too, Elena couldn't blame them for thinking that either, not even Caroline. When in company she smiled a lot, she laughed and she held hands with Elijah walking down the main street, they would share food and cuddle a lot, he would tease her and she would playfully argue with him but it always ended with him kissing her and things would be 'okay' again. Yep, Elena Gilbert's life looked amazing right now. Out of school she was no longer the geek who barely spoke, got 96% on tests and kept her head in the books, she was fun loving and free, she looked like she had the perfect life. In reality though, Elena couldn't have been more unhappy. As wonderful as Elijah was in all his sweet, elegant, gentleman way he had one major fault that Elena couldn't bypass. He wasn't Damon.
The absence of Damon was everywhere. When she heard a certain song, went to a certain place, ate a certain food, it reminded her of him. She could no longer eat Italian food because it made her so upset. When she had deleted him off Facebook, her heart literally snapped in two, when she had blocked all his phone calls... well Elena just wanted to shrivel up and die on the spot. Because as much as Elena Gilbert wanted to forget that stupid, lying jackass and everything he'd did to her, she couldn't. That's why, when Elena thought she saw him on the other side of her window whilst she and Elijah were watching a movie, she didn't think twice about it. She still wasn't sure why he kept phoning her every few hours; he'd won the bet but as if Damon would scale the side of her house just to see her, he had his 100$ now, he obviously didn't care.
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"Damon, God damn it she doesn't want to see you! Why won't you accept that?" Matt sighed, exasperated as he yanked on his friends arm.
"Matt she has been fucking ignoring me for six weeks and now she's within throwing distance. You really think I'm not going to talk to her?"
In a last minute ditch attempt to track down Elena Damon had started spending his day's uptown hoping to see her; today unfortunately he had bumped into Matt who had a job interview up here. He wanted a new truck and needed extra money, his job at the grill wasn't doing it for him.
"Whatever man. Good luck, I hope she talks to you." His words were nice but his tone was insincere, Matt was among many boys at Mystic Falls High who were pissed about the cruel bet Damon had made; the other half were the sick bastards who thought he was a 'legend'.
"Thanks." Damon mumbled, already running towards the small café he saw Elena sitting at by herself, a half empty glass of lemonade on the table as she flicked aimlessly through a magazine.
"Elena!" Damon cried as he neared her. And then, instantly, almost as if she knew he was there all along, Elena's head shot up and whipped around, the speed of her reaction caused her hair to fly into her face and she frantically pushed it away, blinking several times like she couldn't believe her eyes. "Damon?"
"Elena, I-" Damon tried to speak as he reached her but was immediately cut off.
"What are you doing here?" she spluttered.
"I had to see you, I had to-"
"Damon you have to go, Elijah's going to be here in the next minute or so." The panic Elena had just displayed moments ago was gone and was now replaced with an expressionless cool demeanour.
"Like hell I will! You've been ignoring me all summer. Do you think after I see you, standing inches in front of me that I'm going to leave? Do you know how many phones I've switched just to leave you a stupid voicemail? I've been at your house almost everyday just to beg for you to talk to me."
"And you didn't take the hint? I don't want to see you." Elena hissed venomously. "Seriously, you have your stupid money, you slept with me, you won, wow Damon Salvatore is champ again."
"You think I took the fucking money?" Damon glared at her. "And you think I'd leave you uncountable messages if I didn't feel something for you Elena?"
"Ha." Elena snorted, that'd be right. "Just leave me alone."
"Meet me for dinner." Damon stated.
Elena just stared at him and raised her eyebrow. "Leave me alone."
"Have dinner with me."
"Damon, I have a boyfriend now. One who treats me right, who doesn't use me. Leave me alone."
"I don't care Elena, you are mine, not his, not anyone else's. Mine." His tone was unnervingly stern and left Elena with goose bumps running up her arms.
"I'm yours?" Elena spat. "You lost that right a long time ago to claim me as anything Damon."
"Have dinner with me. I'll cook you your favourite dish?" Damon declared again, though this time it was more of a questioning plead.
"Goodbye Damon." Elena pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, leaving two dollars on the table. She had even managed to reach the corner of the street whilst Damon just stood their gawking after her, not quite sure what had just happened.
"Meet me at the park instead? X x x" Elena texted Elijah, she certainly wasn't meeting him at the café, not now that she had just met Damon there so she chose the least likely place he'd go. Who did he think he was? He couldn't just walk up to her, pretend that he felt something for her then demand that she go to dinner with him, not after everything he'd done. What was it? Another bet to see if he could make the pathetic nerd forgive him about everything he'd did to her and then fall for him again? After the first bet, Elena wouldn't put anything past him.
Elena sighed as he heard the oh-so-familiar patter of Damon's shoes behind her as he rushed to catch up with her, she opened her mouth to tell him to "go to hell." Unfortunately - or fortunately; whatever way you looked at it - when she opened her mouth the only thing she was met with was Damon's own mouth. Elena froze as Damon kissed her, it was slow, and passionate, and claiming, he didn't even hesitate for a second as his arms snaked around her waist, not caring - or maybe even noticing - that Elena wasn't responding. And she didn't, she was too shocked so she just stood there; as motionless as a statue. And though she didn't push him away, she did not reciprocate, she just froze on the spot and allowed herself feel the rightness of his lips on hers. And oh how right it felt.
"Elena," Damon whispered, his arms still wrapped around her. "the bet..." That's when Elena snapped back into reality and wriggled from his grasp.
"Leave me alone, Damon." she grumbled. "I never want to see you again."
And then Elena ran down the street, attempting to put as much distance between herself and Damon as possible because as much as she still loved that stupid man; she couldn't let herself be hurt like that again.
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It was now nearing the end of summer; a summer that should have been amazing and filled with day trips to the beach, midnight walks with his girl, eating ice cream by the pier and movie nights with blankets was instead a blurred mixture of lonely days home alone on the computer stalking Elena's twitter (she'd deleted him from Facebook) and going to the mall to see if he could bump into her. He never did. Damon hadn't saw Elena since that day uptown, after he'd kissed her and she pushed him away, Damon had figured enough was enough, she didn't want him, he'd truly fucked everything up, so he left. He'd tried to move on, oh how he'd tried but he just couldn't seem to get Elena fucking Gilbert out of his head. Would he ever? He hadn't tried to contact her, he figured he'd suffered enough humiliation at her hands but that didn't mean she didn't dominate his every living thought. Would he ever move on from her? His subconscious screamed "like hell you will" and Damon dropped his head in defeat because of course, it was right.
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"Hey baby." Elijah murmured dropping a kiss to the top of Elena's head as he dropped onto her bed.
"Hi." Elena smiled spinning around on her computer chair to face him. "How was your day?"
"Bleh, you know. Kol and I argued, Klaus bunked off to see Care, Rebekah painted her nails all afternoon and Father yelled a lot. A typical day at the Mikaelson family business."
Elena chuckled and walked over to drop beside Elijah on the bed, taking her in his arms they both sunk down onto the pillows. "Worth it, think of all the money you'll get."
Elijah sighed. "The only reason I'm sticking this out. A week tomorrow, sweet payday and 650$ will be all mine. All that money to spend on my girl."
Elena giggled. "And you earned every single penny of it!"
"Damn right, 4 hours a day 5 days a week sitting in a boring office whilst I know you're down on the beach in a bikini, I should be getting a raise!"
Elena chuckled, teasingly. "And when I'm in a wispy bikini floating about in the sea watching all those super hot lifeguards in red shorts run around and it takes all my self-control not to ogle them. I should be getting paid for my excellent willpower."
"Evil 'Lena." Elijah growled, playfully, turning away from her.
"Just the truth, babe." Elena raised her eyebrows and Elijah smirked and turned away from her.
"Well you can cuddle your pillow tonight when we start watching House of Wax, darling."
Elena pouted. "You wouldn't."
"I would."
Elena pounced on Elijah and turned him on his back, placing a knee on either side of Elijah's body, straddling him. Leaning in she placed her hand on his cheek and gently kissed him. "Liar."
And that was that, Elijah growled and flipped her over, kissing her again, only this time more roughly, planting kisses all down her neck whilst Elena's hands running wild through his hair.
"Oh, Elena." Elijah mumbled against her lips and flexed his hips into her, pushing his erection against her stomach.
"Elijah," Elena muttered against his lips, pulling backwards slightly.
"I know, I know. Sorry." Elijah sighed, leaning back. "Lost in the moment, I know you can't, not until you're ready again."
"No, I'm not. At least not sex."
"Whaa-"
"Sh." Elena whispered, her eyes trained on his bottom half and tone suggestive, she lowered her hand to rest on the zip of his jeans. Elijah raised his eyebrows as his trousers dropped to the floor, Elena dropped to her knees, fingering the waist band of his boxers. And clichéd, very clichéd indeed, the shrill wail of Elijah's ringtone rang out.
"What?" Elijah had yanked his cell out his pocket and annoyance streaked his tone as he listened to whatever the user on the other line was saying. The conversation was quick, brief and included an exaggerated sigh from Elijah more than once.
"Can't you call Father?" Elijah hissed at one point. The answer to that, Elena heard, was "No."
"Fine, ok. Fine. Yes, I'll be there as soon as I can." Elijah snapped the phone shut and smiled apologetically at Elena. "Rain check baby?"
"Okay." she pouted standing up. "What's up?"
"My dear brother Nicklaus has found himself stranded with no gas in his car." Elijah rolled his eyes as he yanked up his jeans.
Elena laughed. "What an idiot."
"Yeah," Elijah kissed her. "I'll call you later; scary movie night will have to be rescheduled."
"Bye." Elena plonked down on her bed, exhaling deeply and contemplating what had just happened.
Okay so she'd almost given Elijah head, so? Elijah and her had been dating for two months now and it's not like they hadn't done this - and more - before. So why was the voice inside Elena screaming at her, telling her to stop, why, why, why? Elijah was the perfect boyfriend with his black hair and blu-. Oh that's why her inner voice was screaming at her, because Elijah had brown hair and brown eyes. And because Elena was still in love with Damon go-fuck-himself Salvatore.
Up until recently, Elena had never proper realised what 'love' was, she thought she knew but really she had no idea. She never realised she would one day meet someone whose soul called her, someone she craved to be with all day everyday and if she didn't, she would notice the withdrawals. In several short months an eighteen year old boy called Damon had captured her heart and in a ten minute conversation with her best friend when his true motive had been revealed, it had been ripped from her chest, tore it into pieces and trampled on. This past summer she had tried - well actually she had been forced - to learn how to cope with the pain of not being with him. Elena thought that not having to see him everyday would make things easier but it has turned out to be the most difficult thing of her life. A summer that was supposed to be filled with laughter and love was filled with pretending and crying herself to sleep. Elena knew that she was stringing Elijah along but honestly? Sometimes it was nice to know she had him, he would wait as long as she needed until she was ready, he never pushed her or tried to force her and not once had he brought up sex after Elena had told him she wasn't ready just yet. Most nights he came over he would just hold her and they'd watch a movie, Elena could squeeze her eyes shut, kiss him and pretend she was somewhere else with someone else, that someone else. Because the full and undisclosed truth was, Elena would never be over Damon Salvatore, at least not until she was offered some sort of closure with him. Maybe not even then.
Elena sighed and walked over to her laptop. Only one way to find out. Maybe, just maybe if she saw him one last time then she could say everything that'd been left unsaid, the things that she hadn't said when she'd saw him that day uptown, maybe if she listened to his side of the story she could finally move on. Only one way to find out. Typing the name into the Facebook search box she'd avoided to even think about for what felt like forever, Elena clicked one little box. A box with three small words - next to a photograph she couldn't even bear to look at - and a box that usually wouldn't get anyone's heart racing as fast as Elena's was right now.
Add as friend.
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Corny I know but I do believe that to make a form of contact that's all she could do, she deleted and blocked his number. Sigh, I really do not know what I make of this chapter and I don't know what you will all think either. Disappointed? Let down? Waited over three weeks for an update and this is it? Sigh. I hope none of you feel like that as that makes me sad. I shall try and update ASAP but do leave your reviews. How are you enjoying Elena/Elijah? Is it just me who ships them? Should I keep them together, maybe Elijah see's Elena and Damon out together or should I give them the break up Elijah deserves, he's been such a gentleman towards Elena and I don't know how to let him down easy. Ugh. Should I continue the Caroline/Tyler/Klaus love triangle or are y'awl happy that she's with Klaus? Tyler will make a reappearance though, it's been summer so Damon has yet to see him but they have unfinished business. Kol, Rebekah, Katherine, Stefan… any more characters you would like developed? I had planned to write more about Beremy but they bore me so let's just say they are happy, yay. Review please.