He had walked away into the darkness. And Stefan had let him go. Elena sat watching the city lights, her mind on Damon. The day she had come back, her mysterious dark angel had walked away. She loved Stefan with all her heart. He was more important to her than all the world. But she loved Damon too. It might not be in the same way she loved Stefan, but it was still there. Stefan was her angel. He had bought into her life a new world. She had died as a vampire and returned as a human. For him. Stefan had changed her life. She sat in Florence, Italy looking over the city from their apartment. But Damon, her dark angel, her angel of the night had left her. His heart had been broken that night. She had felt it. She had made her choice, by falling into Stefan's arms. She wished she knew of his whereabouts' now. They had a wedding to plan, and she knew Stefan would want Damon to be his best man. But Elena just wanted him at the wedding. She wanted to see him again. After all, she was the only one who understood the fire that burned within him. For, it also burned within her. If Stefan was her angel of light, Damon was angel of night, and right now, she just wanted to see if he was happy. She leaned on the railing of the balcony facing his villa.
"Where are you Damon?" She whispered. "I know you are out there, I need to see you." She waited, looking into the darkness with her human eyes, straining her human ears to pick up any sound that would reveal his presence. But there was none. She sighed and turned to go inside.
Stefan was out hunting. The thought of their difference hit her again. The thought of being a vampire again scared her. But she had made up her mind. On her wedding night, she would revel her plan to him. Her heart skipped a beat, when she realised she only had 3 months left of being human. She looked at the golden circle on her finger, with the blue stone. It meant a lot to her that Stefan had kept it.
Stefan returned then and Elena smiled at him. She insisted that he hunt every night, and Stefan couldn't argue. She was as stubborn as he was, and he had seen there was no point in arguing with her. She looked at the time. The green numbers on the alarm clock read 22:45
"You're back early" she commented. He only smiled at her.
"I missed you." he whispered. She grinned at that. It was how it went every night.
"Matt called. He has accepted your request as the best man. Bonnie and Meredith will be here also." Stefan nodded at that. Then Elena had to know. "Have you heard from that brooding brother of yours?"
"Not since he left Fells Church. But don't worry, he'll turn up." He looked down at her. "he always makes an appearance when you least expect it." Elena looked out the window again nodding in agreement, her thoughts on the appearance he had made in Fells Church. She wondered again what would had happened if she hadn't met Stefan when she did. She knew she had found it hard to resist his charms, and his beautiful smile.
The dark shadow pulled back when Elena had looked out the window. He watched Elena and Stefan leave the room. Damon stood at the window looking around the darkened room. It was a life he didn't belong to. Even with the lights out, their lives were full of light. He had watched Elena stand on the balcony looking over the city. He had heard her whispered words. Damon had almost given in and revealed himself. But something held him back. Lady Elena. She was everything he wasn't. Her blue eyes held love for Stefan. His heart had torn when she had returned. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to keep her safe, yet at the same time, he wanted to show her the world. But that was Stefan's job. Stefan held the right to protect her, and to keep her safe. Stefan was showing her the world. His fist clenched as he leaned on the railing, exactly as Elena had done. She had changed his life. He had gone to Fells church because Katherine had made him. Damon Salvatore had belonged to the world of darkness. He had wanted Elena to be at his side. He had wanted to bring her into his world. Instead, she had showed him the light. He couldn't feed without seeing her face now. So he had changed his feeding tactics. He still fed every night, but he no longer fed from the innocents. He wasn't ready to reveal his presence to them yet. His little brother had said it himself. In the darkness, Damon grinned. What an appearance he would make.