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Okay so here is a new story. It came to me in a dream, which seems to be happening a lot for me...Anyway, I hope you all like it :)
Damon
I watch as the two women sit at the island bar, locked in a heated discussion. I can't help the smile that breaks out on my face. I lean my body against the archway to the kitchen, my eyes never diverting from her beautiful face.
Her brown hair is thrown in a careless bun, a couple stray tendrils sneaking out. She's bent over the counter, looking intently at the magazine splayed out in front of her. The blonde beside her points at various images on the page, voicing her approval of certain ones and her disapproval of others.
"What do you think Damon?" I'm snap out of my assessment of the two ladies and look into a pair of wide chocolate doe eyes. I smile at the little pucker between her brows, relaying just how confused she is.
I walk over to the island counter and glance down at the magazine displaying various shapes, sizes and colors of cakes. I raise my eyebrow at them both. "I don't know, um what about that one?" I ask, pointing at a towering cake that looks like it would be expensive.
"God no, that is beyond ugly!" Caroline screeches. I furrow my brows in confusion, the cake looks alright to me. "Well...I don't know then" I say, throwing up my hands. "This is why men don't plan these things." I grumble, making a move to walk out of the kitchen.
A hand wraps around my wrist before I could move two steps away. I turn around just in time for plump lips to land on mine.
I smile into the kiss.
I make a move to deepen it, but before I could she's pulling back and giving me a sweet smile. "Don't worry honey; it's a nice cake, just not the one we're looking for." She says, giving me one last quick peck on the lips before sitting back down on the stool and getting back to work.
I roll my eyes at the seriousness in which they're taking this.
Women, in all my years on this earth, I still don't understand them.
I make my way into the parlor, more than ready for a drink. I pour a tumbler full of bourbon and take a seat on the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table. I lay my head on the back of the couch and close my eyes.
I only get around five minutes of peace before I feel someone sit down beside me. I immediately know who it is. "Not getting cold feet are you?" he teases. I open my eyes and glare into emerald green eyes. "No Stef, I'm not getting cold feet." I hiss. I motion for him to keep it down, the last thing I need is for a certain someone to overhear.
"Sorry." He says, giving me a sheepish look. I nod my head and take a sip of bourbon, enjoying the familiar burn it makes as it slides down my throat.
"So are Caroline and Alexis still in there?"
"Yeah, they've been in there since this morning" I say. He nods his head and we lapse into silence. It's been around one hundred and fifty years since I last saw Stefan. After everything that happened back then, we both just decided to go our separate ways.
He left Mystic Falls.
I stayed.
Well at least for a couple years, but eventually I gave up on that small one horse town and packed up my bags and left. "Have you ever come across...?" Stefan trails off, looking around the room uncomfortably. I immediately know who he's talking about.
Elena Gilbert.
He's asking if I've ever come across Elena in our hundred and fifty years apart. I shake my head no, even though I have, but I would never tell him that.
He doesn't need to know the gory details.
I only saw her once, fifty years ago, before I met Alexis.
I think back to all those years ago. After our failed and feeble attempt at getting Elena to turn her emotions back on, she left town.
Well Katherine let her out of her cell, because she thought it would be a better punishment. Apparently she thought poor little Elena would come crawling back to us after having to deal with the real world, without us fawning all over her and trying to protect her.
Yup...Well that didn't happen.
She just up and left, after attacking Matt and almost draining him dry.
After that Stefan immediately packed up and left. He said and I quote "The girl I love is gone and she's never coming back. I can't deal with this anymore; I need to start fresh, away from this town." I actually couldn't believe that he would so easily give up on Elena, the so called love of his life.
I stayed.
Of course I stayed.
I waited in that God forsaken town for her to come back. When Caroline confronted me on why the hell I stayed and not just take off like Stefan, I didn't know what to say. I never really gave her an answer.
To this day I'll still vehemently deny it, but I know why I stayed now. I stayed to make sure Elena's friends would be okay. I paid off Donovan's college tuition, while simultaneously compelling a few people to look past his failing marks in order to get him into college.
I looked after Bonnie.
I looked after Caroline.
All because I thought, no I hoped that if Elena ever turned on her humanity, she would have some guilt lifted off her chest. That she wouldn't have to worry about her human friends and how she treated them. That she could know that they lived long and happy lives and now have some grand kids running around the world.
I thought I would make her burdens less.
I don't necessarily regret doing it; it's just that it didn't help any. Elena as far as I know, still has her emotions off. The last time I checked in, she was in Rome, having the time of her life. That was fifty years ago.
I stopped checking in when I met Alexis.
She was everything I needed and wanted. We hit it off immediately. I was in Hawaii, just wandering around. I saw a pub and decided to soak my sorrows in the bottom of a liquor bottle. I barely finished the first bottle when she sidled up next to me.
She was beautiful and exotic, with her tanned skin and an orange flower in her hair. I knew right away that she was a vampire. She wasn't timid or shy. She was confident and fierce. I was drawn to her even before she even spoke.
"Damon?" I jolt out of the walk down memory lane, looking over at an amused Stefan. "What?" I ask chugging the rest of my bourbon and placing it on the coffee table. "I said that the wedding is in a few weeks, and you need to have a bachelor party."
Oh yeah, I forgot all about that.
"Well do you have something planned brother?" I ask.
He gives me a smirk and a weak imitation of my eye wiggle. I can't help but chuckle at him. It seems Miss Peirce ruffled Saint Stefan's perfect little feathers and made him into an actual...dare I say it... fun guy.
Gasp!
Hell that one didn't shock me too much. I kind of figured Steffy always loved Katherine. I never knew for sure, what with the "I hate Katherine" mask he always wore. But I guess after Elena went awol, Katherine ended up weaseling her way back into his hart.
What surprised me the most was the way Katherine and Stefan both changed. Katherine actually became nice and something that almost resembled...a human.
Stefan on the other hand actually got that stick out of his ass and became fun. He is more easy going and not as broody anymore. He can actually let loose and have fun without going all rippah.
"Well we can go to a strip club." Stefan suggests. I didn't even have to count to five seconds before two sets of angry footsteps, stomped their way into the parlor.
"Stefan if you even think about going to a strip club-"
"Damon if you even think about going to a strip club-" Katherine and Alexis both shout at the same time. I found it kind of eerie that they both trailed off at the end, promising something that I'm not sure I want to find out.
I shoot to my feet and make my way over to her. "Don't worry babe, I don't want to go to a strip club." I say, trying to diffuse the situation. I watch as my lovely fiancée deflates. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans up for a kiss. "Good." She says, smiling against my lips. I pull away and kiss her head, turning to look over at Stefan.
He seems to not have as good of luck as me. He's currently getting chewed out by a pissed Katherine, asking why he needs to go to a strip club. Stefan's eyes are wide as he looks over at me, mouthing the words help. I shrug my shoulders and mouth back nope.
I'm not going to risk pissing off my girl.
"Okay so we'll go to a regular club then." I say, holding Alexis tighter. Stefan nods his head spastically, like he's a freaking bobble head doll. I try not to laugh as he follows a pissed off Katherine out of the room like a lost puppy.
"Caroline and I have finally decided on the cake. Now all that's left is the final fitting for the dress and then we're all set." She says, lifting her hands to wrap around my neck.
"I can't wait to finally be Mrs. Salvatore." She says, her eyes sparkling with glee.
"I can't wait either." I say.
I'm finally in a happy place and nothing is going to ruin this for me.
In four weeks...
I'll be a married man.
A/N: Have no fear! This is a Delena fic. I promise! Please don't stake me...because that would hurt...a lot. I hope you all liked it. Please leave a review telling me all your thoughts and feelings...Come on purge.
Tara xoxo