Italian words used:
1) Elena non è il vostro. Lei amare me, fratello piccolo = Elena does not love you, she loves me, little brother
2) Buona notte, amore = Good night, love
3) Bastardo = (hmm..) Bastard
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There was fury blazing in his dark eyes. Damon looked at Elena as if what he saw proved what he had thought.
He turned his eyes to his brother, and said slowly, "_Elena non è il vostro. Lei amare me, fratello piccolo._"
Then to Elena, "What do we have here, my dear?"
"It's nothing, Stefan just came--"
"To have a little chat at this time in the morning, I suppose?"
Elena opened her mouth to say something but Stefan spoke. "I had come to apologize."
"Just as I left. How _convienent_. And so early in the morning,too. Did you wait for me to leave for privacy reasons?"
Stefan rose from the bed and moved to his brother. "I didn't do anything to her, Damon. What I said was true. We needed to talk." Stefan's voice was annoyed and he looked as if he wanted to smash Damon's jeering smile off his face.
"I see. And did you?"
"Yes."
"Then leave. Now. Or I will do it myself." Damon told his brother, and then gave one of his lightening quick smiles, showing perfectly white, straight teeth.
Stefan glared at his brother; green eyes intently focused on the shorter siblings face. "I was going to, before you came in."
"Well then, might as well finish what you started then. Because believe me brother, now is not the time to be asking for trouble."
"You want a fight, Damon? Do you really want to? Because I will kill you, right here, right now." Stefan's hands clentched into fists.
"Careful, _brother_. Watch your mouth or your precious Bonnie won't be seeing you tomorrow. I'll make sure of it." Damon's eyes were hard, but there was a flicker of amused at the latter part of what he said. He was enjoying this.
Elena had been watching all this time, blue eyes wide.
Stefan balled his fingers into a fist. He raised his hand and swung at Damon. He hit him square in the jaw. Before Damon could react Stefan punched him again. Elena's mouth opened but no sound came out. Damon's head snapped back and then he slowly turned back to face his brother. His eyes flashed wildly and his lip raised in an angry sneer, distorting his handsome features.
As Damon went to strike back Elena jumped up. Stupidly, before she realized what she was doing she was standing right in between them, her arms stretched outwards.
"Stefan! Damon! Stop! Stop it right now!" Elena screamed. She was furious. She latched onto Damon's arms so he couldn't strike back at Stefan.
Stefan glanced at her; Damon raised his midnight eyes to look at her as well, the sneer gone from his face.
"This is _ridiculous_. If you both want to act like fools, go ahead." Elena shook her head. "But Damon, Stefan did just come to say he was sorry, okay? Why don't we just end it." She was still hanging onto Damon's arm. Finally she let go.
Damon did not say a word and for a moment it seemed neither of them were going to. Until Stefan shook his dark head. "Fine. You're right. Elena I'm sorry, now if you'll excuse me it's _late_." With one look of pure hatred tossed back at Damon, Stefan left.
Damon watched his brother leave, rubbing the spot where Stefan had hit. When the door was shut and he was sure Stefan was gone, he turned to Elena.
"What? I came in here to apologize and I walked in on you two. What do you expect?"
"More maturity from you!"
"I'm supposed to be fine with finding you with Stefan after we just had an argument about all of that?" He paused, seeing she wasn't satified. "And he hit me! I didn't touch the fool." Damon asked her.
She shook her head again, blond whisps flying into her face. "You were going to. And you should _trust_ me. You should know that I wouldn't betray you. "
This caught Damon off gaurd. He had been prepared to say something sharp and sarcastic back. For a moment he just stared at her.
She saved him from having to say anything. "Look, I am sick and tired of fighting. It's about 4 in the morning and to say the least, I don't feel like arguing. Can we just forget it?"
Damon sighed, exasperated. "Fine."
He got undressed and got into bed on the oposite side of her. Elena lay on her back, staring into the darkness. He looked at her. He tried to put his arms around her but she brushed him off. He knew she was angry. "Elena."
"What?"
"You're angry," He stated.
There was no response from her.
"We both agreed we didn't want to fight."
"I know. We're not." She said simply.
He sighed again.
Again no response from the woman next to him. He tried again to put his arms around her but she knocked his hands away again. "My God, Elena. Are you going to drag this on forever?"
"No. Forever is a long time. But maybe until tomorrow."
"Elena. Please."
"You said you were going to be good tonight. You went against your word. How can I trust you when you lie to me."
"I'm sorry all right? Everything has been out of whack since _he_ first called."
Elena finally turned onto her side to face him. "Do you ever say Stefan's name?"
"Why? That has nothing to do with anything." His dark brows drew together, forming a crease in his forhead.
"Just answer me. Do you?"
"I've said it before."
"Say it now."
"Wh-"
"Just say it."
He paused, but then said grudgingly, "Stefan. There, happy?"
"Almost." Elena replied.
"Now what? And don't make me say it again."
"Apologize to me."
"I'm sorry, Elena. I'm a jealous _bastardo_."
"I know. Now prove you're sorry."
He moved closer and took her in his arms. He held her close and kissed her shoulder softly. "I am sorry, honest."
She lifted her head. He kissed her gently on the lips, then kissed her cheek and then her lips once more.
They just looked at each other, her blue eyes lost in his black eyes. Some connection, the understanding that went too far to put into words, passed between them. Her heart thudded in her chest. They loved each other and they both knew how much.
"I love you," she whispered.
"Good," Damon said, and held her closer.
"Will you promise to be good?"
"We'll see. Maybe I'll surprise you. You'll have to wait. Now go to sleep."
She sighed. "Fine. Good night."
"_Buona notte, amore_." He said softly, pulling the blankets tighter around them. He projected a thought to his brother in his mind: *I may have let this go easily, but that's because I love her. You, little brother,won't be getting off so easily*.
There was no response but Damon knew he heard.
1) Elena non è il vostro. Lei amare me, fratello piccolo = Elena does not love you, she loves me, little brother
2) Buona notte, amore = Good night, love
3) Bastardo = (hmm..) Bastard
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There was fury blazing in his dark eyes. Damon looked at Elena as if what he saw proved what he had thought.
He turned his eyes to his brother, and said slowly, "_Elena non è il vostro. Lei amare me, fratello piccolo._"
Then to Elena, "What do we have here, my dear?"
"It's nothing, Stefan just came--"
"To have a little chat at this time in the morning, I suppose?"
Elena opened her mouth to say something but Stefan spoke. "I had come to apologize."
"Just as I left. How _convienent_. And so early in the morning,too. Did you wait for me to leave for privacy reasons?"
Stefan rose from the bed and moved to his brother. "I didn't do anything to her, Damon. What I said was true. We needed to talk." Stefan's voice was annoyed and he looked as if he wanted to smash Damon's jeering smile off his face.
"I see. And did you?"
"Yes."
"Then leave. Now. Or I will do it myself." Damon told his brother, and then gave one of his lightening quick smiles, showing perfectly white, straight teeth.
Stefan glared at his brother; green eyes intently focused on the shorter siblings face. "I was going to, before you came in."
"Well then, might as well finish what you started then. Because believe me brother, now is not the time to be asking for trouble."
"You want a fight, Damon? Do you really want to? Because I will kill you, right here, right now." Stefan's hands clentched into fists.
"Careful, _brother_. Watch your mouth or your precious Bonnie won't be seeing you tomorrow. I'll make sure of it." Damon's eyes were hard, but there was a flicker of amused at the latter part of what he said. He was enjoying this.
Elena had been watching all this time, blue eyes wide.
Stefan balled his fingers into a fist. He raised his hand and swung at Damon. He hit him square in the jaw. Before Damon could react Stefan punched him again. Elena's mouth opened but no sound came out. Damon's head snapped back and then he slowly turned back to face his brother. His eyes flashed wildly and his lip raised in an angry sneer, distorting his handsome features.
As Damon went to strike back Elena jumped up. Stupidly, before she realized what she was doing she was standing right in between them, her arms stretched outwards.
"Stefan! Damon! Stop! Stop it right now!" Elena screamed. She was furious. She latched onto Damon's arms so he couldn't strike back at Stefan.
Stefan glanced at her; Damon raised his midnight eyes to look at her as well, the sneer gone from his face.
"This is _ridiculous_. If you both want to act like fools, go ahead." Elena shook her head. "But Damon, Stefan did just come to say he was sorry, okay? Why don't we just end it." She was still hanging onto Damon's arm. Finally she let go.
Damon did not say a word and for a moment it seemed neither of them were going to. Until Stefan shook his dark head. "Fine. You're right. Elena I'm sorry, now if you'll excuse me it's _late_." With one look of pure hatred tossed back at Damon, Stefan left.
Damon watched his brother leave, rubbing the spot where Stefan had hit. When the door was shut and he was sure Stefan was gone, he turned to Elena.
"What? I came in here to apologize and I walked in on you two. What do you expect?"
"More maturity from you!"
"I'm supposed to be fine with finding you with Stefan after we just had an argument about all of that?" He paused, seeing she wasn't satified. "And he hit me! I didn't touch the fool." Damon asked her.
She shook her head again, blond whisps flying into her face. "You were going to. And you should _trust_ me. You should know that I wouldn't betray you. "
This caught Damon off gaurd. He had been prepared to say something sharp and sarcastic back. For a moment he just stared at her.
She saved him from having to say anything. "Look, I am sick and tired of fighting. It's about 4 in the morning and to say the least, I don't feel like arguing. Can we just forget it?"
Damon sighed, exasperated. "Fine."
He got undressed and got into bed on the oposite side of her. Elena lay on her back, staring into the darkness. He looked at her. He tried to put his arms around her but she brushed him off. He knew she was angry. "Elena."
"What?"
"You're angry," He stated.
There was no response from her.
"We both agreed we didn't want to fight."
"I know. We're not." She said simply.
He sighed again.
Again no response from the woman next to him. He tried again to put his arms around her but she knocked his hands away again. "My God, Elena. Are you going to drag this on forever?"
"No. Forever is a long time. But maybe until tomorrow."
"Elena. Please."
"You said you were going to be good tonight. You went against your word. How can I trust you when you lie to me."
"I'm sorry all right? Everything has been out of whack since _he_ first called."
Elena finally turned onto her side to face him. "Do you ever say Stefan's name?"
"Why? That has nothing to do with anything." His dark brows drew together, forming a crease in his forhead.
"Just answer me. Do you?"
"I've said it before."
"Say it now."
"Wh-"
"Just say it."
He paused, but then said grudgingly, "Stefan. There, happy?"
"Almost." Elena replied.
"Now what? And don't make me say it again."
"Apologize to me."
"I'm sorry, Elena. I'm a jealous _bastardo_."
"I know. Now prove you're sorry."
He moved closer and took her in his arms. He held her close and kissed her shoulder softly. "I am sorry, honest."
She lifted her head. He kissed her gently on the lips, then kissed her cheek and then her lips once more.
They just looked at each other, her blue eyes lost in his black eyes. Some connection, the understanding that went too far to put into words, passed between them. Her heart thudded in her chest. They loved each other and they both knew how much.
"I love you," she whispered.
"Good," Damon said, and held her closer.
"Will you promise to be good?"
"We'll see. Maybe I'll surprise you. You'll have to wait. Now go to sleep."
She sighed. "Fine. Good night."
"_Buona notte, amore_." He said softly, pulling the blankets tighter around them. He projected a thought to his brother in his mind: *I may have let this go easily, but that's because I love her. You, little brother,won't be getting off so easily*.
There was no response but Damon knew he heard.