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A/N: I am completely obsessed with Titanic the movie at the moment so I was thinking about doing maybe a one-shot or something for it... and I was wondering if you guys would actually read it? Tell me in the reviews? If you've watched the movie you will noticed I added a guy in who looks like Jack Dawson and is called Jack... just not Jack Dawson :D

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I know there's been a little problem with Chapter 12 but I have been trying to fix it! Hope you don't hate me! I'm sorry :P

Through Thoughts Of My Own

Chapter 12 - I Will Fight For You

"I love you Elena! Not Katherine!"

"How can I trust you... that's right, I can't"

Elena straightened up, sitting upright in her large bed, the silk sheets clinging to her. She looked around her room as if she were expecting to see someone, but like last night, after she had left Damon in the carriage and ran to her room, she was alone.

The message Katherine had sent Damon made Elena so angry she could feel her blood boil under her skin. Her eyes were like ice, staring out at the empty wall of her room that she had yet to decorate. Since she was leaving the estate soon she didn't think she should bother with decorating it now.

Elena stood up and stepped out of her bed, the sheets falling behind her exposing her white nightgown. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, clipped into place. Elena headed straight for her wardrobe, swinging open the doors roughly. She simply picked out a dress at random, not caring how she looked today.

At the moment, Elena didn't want to be near Damon. She had this horrible feeling that he would leave her for Katherine, and seeing his face would only remind her of the woman she had only just met but already didn't like.

Elena stripped down to her undergarments, pulling her new dress on and tying it around herself. She strutted angrily over to her vanity, looking at her dress in the small mirror. It was a lovely dress, long and flowing. It was certainly something not from this time as it was a silky, thin material. Elena's mother had made it, and called it a nightgown although Elena knew it was her failed attempt of a dress. Nevertheless, it was stunning. Around the waist was a pink tie, that flew behind her and melted in with the material of her skirt. The skirt was beautiful also, the outer skirt was a white and the inner was a purpler, although when worn, all of it was seen as purple. The sleeves were daringly short, exposing the majority of her arm. It was embroided with small jewels, adding the affect that it was expensive. It looked like a very inappropriate day dress for someone in this day and age, but Elena threw it on anyway. She sat down at her vanity chair and began to brush the knots out of her hair. She left it to fall around her in curls, her brown hair was a calming, almost relaxing color.

Heading straight back over to her bed, Elena straightened out the sheets, folding her small blanket and placing it at the end of the bed. She patted down her bedding, turning to the door. Hanging on a small wooden chair was Elena's sash. Luckily it was white, a color that suited and complemented her dress and skin tone. Elena frowned, opening her door and stepping out, closing it behind her quietly in the hopes that Damon wouldn't happen to hear her. She scurried down to the servant's dining room, finding her sisters standing and hugging several people, tears rolling down their cheeks.

"I shall miss you Avaline" Bonnie sighed, pulling herself out of the hug with a short, blond woman. She wasn't old, far from it. She had smooth, healthy skin with emerald green eyes. She was wearing a small brown dress much like the ones Bonnie and Elena had worn on their first day. Now, each sister was wearing an expensive, large dress.

Caroline was smiling and talking sweetly with a young man, with blonde, shaggy hair that just skimmed with eyes. They were a piercing blue, much like a certain someones that Elena really didn't want to think about. He was wearing brown bottoms and a white wool shirt with suspenders. Elena turned from him, walking towards Bonnie slowly.

"Bonnie?" Elena coughed, catching her attention. Bonnie turned to face her and smiled slightly. "Yes sister?"

When Caroline heard Bonnie say 'sister', she turned from her friend and faced us both. Elena felt herself tense under Caroline's deadly stare. She stayed quiet as Caroline approached.

"Sisters" she greeted with a nod, although Elena could see the sarcastic smile Caroline sent her way. It pained her to know that this was their relationship now. She was starting to think she chose the wrong person.

Bonnie smiled to her elder sister, turning to both Avaline and whoever Caroline's friend was. "We'll talk later, Avaline and Jack. We shall see you before we depart" she nodded to them. So he was called Jack. Nice name.

"I think we should discuss our leaving" Elena started, taking a seat at the small table her and her sisters had once opened the letter that informed them that their family was missing. Memories of her mother came flooding back, but she shook them away, telling herself she didn't want to know.

"Yes, Elena, we should" Caroline agreed, coming to sit beside her.

Bonnie nodded, again, and sat opposite her sisters. "I am aware of the Salvatore's still funding our survival. Do tell Damon I appreciate it. I heard father has caught Mr Rodgers and managed to talk to him. We have a new house a few English miles from the cemetery Giuseppe informed me that we shall be out of service for at least seven months"

Elena stiffened, taking in all the extra information.

"What in the world are you wearing Elena?" Caroline demanded, only just noticing her attire. Elena shrugged. "You know mother made that for a nightgown" Bonnie giggled, staring at her sisters elegant yet highly inappropriate dress.

"I wanted to wear it, I see no reason why I cannot. I shall change before we leave later" Elena assured them, standing up and exiting the room to get some breakfast. Caroline called her back quickly.

"You're not staying with Damon?"

Elena stopped, her back to her siblings. She had, actually, thought about what she planned to do when her family left. She was planning to leave with them, forget about Damon and move on.

It wasn't so much that she didn't love him, which she did, dearly, but she couldn't deal with Katherine. She may have only just met her but Elena was well aware that if Katherine wanted something it would be hers, and Elena knew she wasn't strong enough to fight her. Elena didn't want to risk getting her heart torn from her chest if Katherine won, so she would just back out of the competition altogether. She would move on, to someone who wasn't already taken.

"No" she finalized, leaving the room to the kitchen.

[...]

Elena strolled past the small archway that lead to the kitchen when she heard whispering.

"I heard that Miss Elena has had a love affair with Mr Salvatore while being a servant!"

"She just did it for money"

"Vivian, you know she did it because that Mr Salvatore charmed her. Not her fault she's a whore"

Elena stiffened.

"Yes, I agree. She just wanted the money. Damon was probably forcing her or something"

Elena then recognized a familiar voice. "When I was with Elena, and Damon, they always made me promise to not tell anyone about them being together. One night I was tidying Damon's quarters and thought it was rather funny that he still hadn't arrived. I am aware it was Elena's job to do his room at the time but from what I heard they were together at the stables so she couldn't. Anyway, after Giuseppe shouted at me to attend to Damon's room, I heard Damon tell Elena he loved her. I mean, we all know its fake. He just wants to use her, abuse her then loose her."

The whole room burst out laughing. It was only then that Joyce turned to the archway and gasped, catching sight of Elena. Her eyes were puffy and red, tears flowing and a stiff lip. Vivian, Clarissa and Janette turned to the doorway at hearing Joyce gasp, following her gaze. They all went to say sorry, but Elena shook them off, grabbing her breakfast and running out of the house.

[...]

Elena headed straight to her bedroom after eating her breakfast out in the gardens. She didn't dare walk through the main house, knowing Damon was definitively up by now.

She opened her door slowly, placing her small mirror on the desk as she walked past, slinging her sash off her shoulders and onto the small ledge at the window. Her skirt blew behind her as she stalked towards the window, clamping it shut to keep out the cold. It was hard enough to see, so when Elena saw her small beside table candle go out, she huffed.

Wait.

Was that breath?

Did someone blow it out?

Elena frowned, trying to remember where everything was as she stepped through the darkness. When she heard the steady breathing of a man, she froze, looking around the darkness.

When the candle from her bedside was lit again, sending light throughout the room, Elena breathed in relief. Until she saw who was holding the lit candle. His hands were tight around the candle as he placed it down before it could burn his hand. Elena's eyes slowly traveled up his arm towards his shoulder, up to his face.

Just seeing his face caused a single tear to fall from Elena's eyes. Instantly, images of Katherine swarmed her mind, and Elena felt her heart break when she thought about why Damon Salvatore was sitting on her bed, staring at her like he hadn't seen her for years. When his eyes lingered on her dress, Elena felt slightly embarrassed. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to wear.

"What do you want Mr Salvatore?" Elena questioned, staring at the bed in which he laid on. Damon frowned at what she called him. He sat up slowly, examining her as he did. She looked okay, but she also looked broken.

"Really? What happened to Damon?" Damon asked in upset. He could tell by her tears that she wasn't exactly happy to see him. Elena clamped her mouth shut to keep in her tears as she felt them fall down her skin. Damon watched her in awe.

"Okay. Uh, Damon, what do you want? What are you doing here?" Elena repeated. Damon didn't look very impressed.

"We need to talk" Damon said, standing up and coming towards her. But Elena only stepped further away from him. Damon felt slightly hurt at this, but he continued to look at her emotionless.

Elena eyed him carefully. "Yes, well, I would prefer it if we didn't talk. There is no reason to, my mind is made up" she explained, walking towards her desk. Damon followed her, keeping at least 5 inches between them.

"What do you mean you 'mind is made up'?" he demanded, watching as Elena retrieved a small brown sac from under the desk. She opened it up, not daring to look at him as she spoke.

"I am leaving with my family, like you said I should."

Damon was silent. She couldn't leave!

He quickly took her face in his hands, grabbing her attention. "No. You are not leaving, I refuse to let you" he cried, tears beginning to form in the corner of his cobalt eyes. "I love you, Elena! No Katherine. She is in the past, you are my present and my future. I love you so much it pains me Elena! I would do anything for you"

Elena cried, his hands staying in place at her face. She shook her head sadly and slowly. "She will always want you for herself"

Damon frowned, eyes wet. "Well, all I want is you Elena! I would do anything for you. I would walk a thousand miles just to see you for half a second. I would give up everything I have to make you somewhat happy. I would leave here, run away, just to be with you. I love you so much Elena. I knew that I did from the second I saw you, the second I laid eyes on you."

Elena sniffled, looking deep into his eyes as if expecting them to scream out if he was or wasn't telling the truth. She obviously got some sort of answer.

"How do I know she wont try and take you from me?"

Damon sighed, brushing the tears from under her eyes. Elena felt herself lean into his touch. "You don't Elena. She probably will because she is an obsessive, possessive brat like that, but that doesn't mean I will go with her. I will fight for us Elena, until my heart stops beating" he declared, leaning forward slowly.

Elena smiled sadly. "I'm sorry" she breathed, ducking out of his embrace. She quickly threw some clothes and some essentials into a bag and ran from the room.

That was when Damon was sure his heart was broken.

[...]

"Come on Elena", George called, watching his daughter as she stared up at the Salvatore Estate for the last time. He didn't know if it was to say goodbye or if Elena was standing and waiting, begging, for Damon to come out.

In truth, Elena was. She wanted Damon to come out and say goodbye. She wanted him to come and persuade her to stay.

When she realized that this was reality, not a fairy tale, Elena turned to the carriage. Bonnie, Jeremy, George and Caroline were all sitting waiting for her inside the carriage. Elena sighed, stepping into her seat, closing the door after her and getting comfortable. Elena put her face in her hands, ignoring her sister's sympathetic stares. Caroline and Bonnie were well aware of just how upset she was.

The carriage was just passing the main gates at the front of the Salvatore Estate when they heard shouting. Elena's head shot up in shock. Her family all stuck their heads out of the gaps of the door, staring out at the estate behind them. Elena didn't dare look back, knowing that voice from anywhere.

"Elena! Wait!"

Elena tensed. How embarrassing could he be?!

George stared at Elena in shock. "This the guy?" he asked humorously Elena frowned at him, smacking her hand on the wall behind his head. The driver slowed to a stop quickly. Elena didn't waste a second before leaping out of the carriage and watching as Damon ran up to her, out of breath. She stared around her in shock, waving her hands for emphasis.

"Damon?! Are you seriously doing this no-"

Before another word could flow from Elena's mouth, Damon's lip were pressed to hers. Elena felt herself gasp into his mouth as he moved his lips against hers. George smirked, watching them. Jeremy stuck his tongue out in disgust and Caroline and Bonnie just smiled, watching her sister.

Damon smiled into Elena's kiss. He slowly pulled back, leaning his head to Elena's.

"I love you, Elena" Damon whispered.

Elena smiled slowly. He had come.

"I love you too" she smiled, leaning back in to kiss him again.

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