Songs For The Vampire Diaries
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Okay, I got the lyrics from and if they are wrong – don't blame me!
Uninvited
(Sung by Alanis Morissette)
Like any one wouldn't, I am flattered by your fascination with me…
Am I blushing faintly? God, I hope not. Bonnie's batting her eyelashes sweetly, swaying to and fro on Damon's lap and I can feel him staring at me, eyes like lasers boring holes into my back. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. I'm a woman – and every woman likes some attention – but there are sometimes where you just have to draw the line…
Like any hot-blooded woman, I have simply wanted an object to crave…I look at Stefan, whose eyes lock with mine and a pleasant shiver runs down my back. His eyes are so green it's like falling into the sea and then running back out again. I smile and he smiles back. I wonder what he's thinking about… hopefully me. Then I feel bad about being so immodest but it's hard to be catty and popular, then loved and sensitive the next.
I'd always wanted Stefan – and now I had him. I didn't feel triumphant. I felt happy. I send a malicious sneer over my shoulder, directed at Damon.
But you – you're not allowed. You're uninvited…
You're brother is all I want – that is what I keep thinking – keep wanting him to think. He smiles sweetly back and then rocks Bonnie gently on his lap. I can't come to terms with the fact that he loves her. I can't believe Damon could conjure up any love for anyone but himself. At first I thought he was only using her, but now…
An unfortunate slight…
I turn back to Stefan, shrug and look down at my nails. Maybe he has changed.
Must be strangely exciting, to watch the stoic squirm…
Damon takes pleasure in evil – a part of him is evil still. He's dangerous, he's nasty, he's just a bad, bad boy.
Must be somewhat hard telling, to watch shepherd me, shepherd…
The way he used to direct me around and toy with me – it still drives me insane. That unnerving way his eyes would always be laughing at you… how he thinks he is so much better than everyone else.
But you - you're not allowed. You're uninvited. An unfortunate slight…
I don't want him near me anymore. I stand up and squeeze Stefan's hand. "Let's go," I grimace. He gives me a puzzled look, shakes his head and follows me out of the room. "What is it?" he asks, brushing my hair softly. I flick a look back over my shoulder at Damon, who's staring at Bonnie with chocolate brown eyes. Wait – brown? His eyes are black…
Like any uncharted territory I must seem, greatly intriguing…
Relief floods through me. His eyes are on Bonnie now and only Bonnie. He doesn't love me. Not anymore. It's just me and Stefan. Stefan and I. I flash my boyfriend a quick look and raise my eyebrows.
You speak of my love like you've had experience like mine before…
Damon's looking at me again, but he's smiling absently. Like he couldn't give a damn about what's happening with everyone else and he's happy. Damon's happy? He's never been like this before…
"Winter is coming, Elena… an unforgiving season…" "The name is Salvatore – as in saviour," Chat up lines galore where Damon Salvatore is concerned. I turn to his younger, but taller, brother and lean my head on his shoulder. "Elena?"
But this is not allowed. You're uninvited. An unfortunate slight…
He has changed. Well and truly. He won't be asking me out anymore. I intertwine my fingers with Stefan's and gaze up at him, lovingly. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks, smiling. I nod and hug him.
I don't think you unworthy…
You'd better make her really happy, Damon – I tell him. I wish he could read my mind right now, wish I was a vampire so I could tell him. Mm, Stefan smells of vervain – I wonder why? I look up at him and frown. "You don't think I still-?" I begin. He clamps his hand over my mouth and grins. "Just insurance," he replies, winking. I scowl.
… I need a moment to deliberate.
Bonnie and Damon are kissing now, and just as I'm about to let rip at Stefan, he bends down and kisses me too. Okay, maybe not the most perfect timing, but I join in anyway. I can't help blushing now. He wraps his arms around me and I feel so safe. Damon or Stefan? That's not such a hard choice anymore.
I look at the boy holding me, his black hair wavy in the light. His brother is on the other side of the room, swaying to music from the radio - his hair shining like a thousand rainbows are trapped inside every strand.
Damon or Stefan? Well, what do you think? I prepare myself to be swallowed up by gorgeous green eyes once more, smiling knowingly.
Definitely…
Stefan.
In the words (and mind) of
Elena Gilberts