-Okay, this is my second story. But this time I'm writing it all on my own.(: Please read and review. I'd like to know what you guys think before I continue.
Story summary: This takes place right after Damon kills Jessica. Elena feels like something is wrong and heads to the boarding house. Damon arrives with blood all over his lips and they have a chat. Not a very nice one at that.
And that's all I'm going to say. I don't want to give too much away.
Please enjoy!
Couples: Damon/Elena : Caroline/Tyler/Matt : Slight Stefan/Elena : Slight Damon/OC : and Jeremy/Bonnie-
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"It was supposed to be me." Those six words were running through Elena's mind over and over from the very second she left the Salvatore Boarding House. She was currently lying on her bed, clutching her teddy bear to her chest tightly, it was odd, the bear had a strange smell of Damon on it. Snuggling closer she closed her big doe eyes, mind set on none other than the elder Salvatore brother, not the younger, her boyfriend. After a good twenty minutes of not being able to fall asleep because of this odd sensation in the pit of her stomach that something bad was happening, she placed her teddy to the side and slid out of bed, landing on her hardwood floor. Grabbing her leather jacket and changing into some skinny jeans she then slipped on her converse and exited her room, shutting the door quietly. Tip toeing her way down the stairs she grabbed her car keys off the key rack and opened the front door slowly, waiting for Jenna to pop out and ask her where the hell she was going at this time of night, epically when she had school in the morning. After pausing with the door half open in utter silence, she felt it the coast was clear. Exiting, she shut the door softly then hopped into her car and drove off toward the Salvatore place. She just knew that whatever bad thing that was happening, it had to do with one of the brothers. It was currently midnight, meaning that Stefan was probably on one of his midnight outings. Therefore, leaving only Damon.
Parking her car, she cut the engine and swiftly stepped out of the car. Not even bothering to lock it she quickly made her way toward the large wooden door. Slowly opening it, she peeked inside, if anyone was home, they would have heard her arrive and already met her at the door by now. Letting out a puff of air in frustration she stepped in then went into the large living room and sat on the couch that faced the fireplace. She was sitting there, just staring at the flames when she heard the front door open, rather loudly and forcefully. Jumping to her feet she faced the door and the sight that she was met with made her breath hitch. There stood Damon, blood smeared all over his lips, a look of pure emptiness etched on his painfully beautiful face. "Elena, I thought we've already done this. Go, home." His voice was harsh, eyes piercing her like daggers. "We did, but I just had to come back." Pausing for a moment before continuing. "Damon, what did you do?" His eyes narrowed to her before he hastily wiped at his mouth, where the now drying blood rested. "What do you care?" Seriously? Did he not hear her before? They were friends, of course she cared. Sure he did horrible, horrible things to her before, but she soon realized that it was impossible not to have him in her life. "Damon! I told you, I'm you're friend. I care about you, and I know that you're hurting… I just want to make sure that you're not going to do anything stupid." He rolled his eyes. "You know what Elena? Maybe I don't want to be you're friend. Actually, I don't. I just want you to go home and leave me alone." He knew he was being really harsh, but her being around brought up very unwanted emotions that he already let out on the poor girl that found him on the road. Jessica? Was that her name? "You don't mean that." His head snapped to her. "Yes, Elena. I do. Now leave." He then turned on his heel and went to his stash of scotch, poured himself a glass and downed half in one gulp.
"No. I'm not leaving." She was determined to get him to open up to her, she wanted him to stop holding everything in. Hearing him let out a groan of frustration he glared to her. "Okay, little miss Elena. You really want to know what I did tonight?" He asked her, eyes getting a almost crazed look to them, but she stood her ground. "I killed a girl. And I enjoyed it." Those words made her heart sink, stomach drop, and face fall in disappointment. It didn't help that his voice seemed to not hold any remorse or shame. "Damon don't do this to you're self. That isn't you anymore. Please." Downing the rest of his scotch he set the glass down, cracking it slightly with the force and blinked over to where he was standing right in front of her small frame. "That's where you're wrong Elena. This is me! It's always been me, because I'm not human." The words he had spoken before to Jessica slipped from his lips. But he made sure not to spill that he missed it. Being human. Because if he did, the walls that he just put up so perfectly would come crashing down in an instant. "So sorry that I can't be what you so dearly want me to be. I can't be what everyone wants me to be." His damn voice cracked slightly. No, he wouldn't let his stupid emotions get the best of him. He couldn't. He couldn't let Elena see this side of him, the side that he so dearly wanted to be again, but couldn't. Wouldn't.
"Damon..." Her voice came out in a soft whisper. She knew that he was upset, and it wasn't just over Rose. Rose was a big part, she knew, but it was also Katherine, the originals, Jules, and worst of all, herself. She reached out to touch his arm but he hastily pulled away before she could reach him. "Elena!" His voice rang out, causing her to flinch slightly. "Just stop. Go home and get some rest. And please, just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you about my problems." Before she could utter a sound he sped away, most likely up the stairs and to his room. Letting out a sigh in defeat she frowned and turned toward the door, eyes watering slightly. Just in that instant Stefan walked through, and his expression was of pure concern as soon as he saw her. "Elena, what are you doing here? What happened? Did Damon do something to you?" Wiping at her eyes, not even knowing why she was crying she shook her head. "No Stefan, Damon didn't do anything." It's more of what he didn't do. "I-I better get going. Jenna's probably figured out that I'm gone and is probably worried. I'll see you tomorrow." Giving him a quick peck on the cheek she raced out the door and to her car, unaware of the piercing blue eyes watching her from the upstairs window.
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