Disclaimer: It may be Christmas Eve, the night of wonder and magic, but I still don't own The Vampire Diaries. Not even that can make me own it, for you to have and idea of how much I don't own it
Chapter Thirteen- Missing
For a long time Damon had suspected that something within him had gone missing after he became a vampire. Stefan believed that it was humanity. Through the years, he had made his peace with that. He could live without his humanity. He knew the trouble it was, at what cost it came. It wasn't worth it. But after he met Elena, he was sure that he had found his missing piece, love. He loved her. He found a beauty in her, a charm, an aura of control that he couldn't find in anyone else. He could stay days just looking at her, admiring her, observing her perfection. And by doing so, he found his humanity.
He didn't particularly like it. Sometimes, when he was in trouble, he found it to make it hard to take decisions that would put someone he cared about in risk. But for Elena, it was worth it. He wished he had found her earlier. He had changed so much for her, he had let so much of his facade fall for her. His whole existence might have been different had he met her even some years before he did.
As he reflected upon that, he watched Elena cooking. She had a way of putting him in a trance that he didn't quite understand. Just about anything she did was absolutely lovely for him.
- Damon, would you cut the cookies? I have to see if the glacé is ready. - She asked him, handing him the cookie cutters
He hurriedly grabbed them and started his task. He liked cooking and he was rather good at it. It was one of the few things his mother had taught him that he had really learned and enjoyed. Stefan, though, was a disaster. He couldn't even be allowed near the kitchen.
- No, no, Damon. You have to make it thiner. - Elena instructed him, taking the rolling pin out of hands.
She started to roll it on the cookie dough, her eyes locked on her task. Damon stared at her, a smile starting to form on his lips. She really had a way of acting that made him look at her like he was sightseeing. Elena's head suddenly whipped up, sensing that she was being watched. She stared back at Damon, her lips twitching up a little. Her look was so warm and tender that, for a second, Damon actually thought she might kiss him. He would have loved that. For so many nights he had watched her sleeping, imagining himself in bed beside her. He knew it would never happen. She was Stefan's, even when Stefan was away and probably never coming back. But still he hoped. Maybe she had changed her mind. He almost sighed in frustration when her gaze moved away from him.
A wicked smile appearing on his face, Damon discretely put a hand on her shoulder. He thought she was going to shrug him away, but she didn't. Instead, she gave a step closer to him. He couldn't help but smile. There was still hope for him.
Author's Note: This chapter wasn't very Christmassy, but I promise tomorrow's will be. The cookies, though, were gingerbread man. Well, as always, review are more than welcome.