Summary: My Delena centric version of The Descent (the next episode) based on the preview. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope someone likes it! Please read and review and let me know if I should continue this story!
The Grill - Afternoon
The Grill was dimly lit, as always. Nevertheless, Damon Salvatore could see and hear everything perfectly. Including Jules' footsteps as she attempted to leave the restaurant and avoid Damon's notice, to no avail. He was in front of the door, blocking her exit, in mere milliseconds. Still, the girl, the unabashedly evil girl, in Damon's eyes if not all eyes, kept her cool. "How's your friend," she taunted, "Rose? Is that her name?"
Damon clenched his fists, glaring at her, imagining Rose back at the boarding house, in pain. At least Elena was there to keep her company. Elena. He immediately thought back to her face as she ran to Stefan the night before. Damn Elena and her perfection, her love for Saint Stefan. God, why did he have to love her? He shook his head imperceptibly, ridding thoughts of Elena from his mind. How could he be so selfish, he admonished himself, thinking of Elena at a time like this, when Rose needed him. Rose, who he had grown to truly care about, who actually cared about him, and not his favored brother. "Look," Damon snarled. "Tell me how to cure a werewolf bite, and I won't kill you."
Jules smirked; Damon thought he might rip her heart out then and there. She ignored his question, choosing instead to continue to torture him, outlining just what Rose was suffering through. "Have the chills started yet?" She asked, knowing the answer full well. "The unbearable pain?" With another smirk that made Damon burn with fury, "And did I mention the dementia?" Damon's mouth set in a thin line as he did his best to hide his terror at the horror he now knew was unfolding at the boarding house. Jules sensed it, however, and continued, "You want a cure?" she sneered, "Take a stake, and drive it through her heart." With that, she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving Damon standing stunned in the Grill's doorway.
The Boarding House – Afternoon
Elena Gilbert lay on a sumptuous bed, kissing Stefan Salvatore, and feeling slightly bored, not that she would admit such a thing to herself. Stefan cupped her face and she leaned into him, pressing her lips against his without thinking about it. Their embraces had become routine, not that Elena minded much. Stefan's lips were comforting; a safe haven from the ever-changing world Elena found herself in so often. Still, as she kissed him, she wished he would be more passionate with her, wished that she felt more of a burning desire for him, rather than just an ease of being. Uncalled for, a memory sprang to the forefront of Elena's mind. Damon, holding her back as she attempted to sacrifice herself, undeniable static electricity flowing between their hands. Damon, sitting on the couch next to her during her "grounding." She had tried her best to stay angry with him for grounding her, among countless other things, but for some reason, she just couldn't. Nor could she hate him, no matter how hard she tried or how many reasons she had to do so. But he didn't need to know that. "Elena," her thoughts were interrupted by Stefan's questioning voice, and she quickly banished all thoughts of Damon, reproaching herself and wondering why she was even thinking these thoughts, when she was sitting here, kissing her boyfriend, who she loved. Stefan tucked one hair behind her ear and Elena found herself irritated, wishing he would do something unexpected, for once. Stop, Elena told herself. You have nothing to complain about! Stefan is perfect. "Elena," Stefan repeated. "I have to go speak with Alaric about medicine for Rose. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Will you be ok?"
"I'll be fine," Elena said, "but what about Rose?" With Stefan's quick reference to Rose, Elena's mind was consumed, flashing back to Damon and the quest he was currently on to save her. Today Rose was his damsel, not Elena, and she felt an unwanted pang of jealousy. Elena could not believe herself. Rose was in pain, and she was being petty. And why did she care that Damon liked someone else, anyway? "Is Rose going to die?" Elena asked, worried. Stefan didn't answer, only giving Elena a soft kiss before whispering a goodbye and disappearing, with custom vampire speed.
The Boarding House – Afternoon
A piercing shriek rang through the house, reverberating off the walls of every room, shaking the windowpanes on their sills. Elena leapt to her feet and ran down the two staircases to the basement, following the pain-laced sound. Heaving, she pushed against the cold stone door with all her might. As it swung open, Elena's heart dropped and her hand flew to her mouth as she stared in stunned silence at the terrifying sight before her.
Note: I know there was not that much D/E in this chapter, but there will be a lot more in the next chapter if I keep writing! Please review!