Chapter 4: 'I love you dangerously'
Damon knew something was wrong with Elena as soon as she entered the room. He could feel the tension in her veins, as if they were flowing through his. She looked up at him and beamed, as if the sight of him, gave her peace. He smiled back, a rare smile that he'd only saved for her.
"Hello," She said as she stepped closer to him and threw herself into his arms.
"Hi guys,"
He tightened his arms around her, and placed a kiss on top of her head. "How was your day with Stefan?"
"Okay," She spoke through her teeth, an obvious sign that she was lying.
Immediately, his mind jumped to the worst conclusion. Stefan must have cracked finally.
Bastard.
He wasn't blind, he knew Stefan and Elena more than he knew himself.
"I am going to go and freshen up," She said, as she pulled back.
She said, pecking his cheek and walking away. His eyes didn't leave her until she left the room.
"She's awfully quiet, what's up with her?" Jeremy, Elena's brother commented.
"It's so obvious," Bonnie replied before he could and he was surprised.
"It's probably you. She did ask you to go with her to visit your mom," Bonnie remined Jeremy.
"Hel-lo, I am not her willing servant, I am not going to mom's so Elena wouldn't have to face the wrath of that woman alone," Jeremy folded his arms, making a face.
"Jeremy, stop being a baby," Bonnie argued.
"Yeah, mom," he teased.
Damon rolled his eyes. He ignored the bickering couple and made his way to his room, he needed to know what happened.
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If someone would have told Damon five years ago that he'd be madly in love with Elena Gilbert and happily married, he would have laughed at their face. Because everyone knew Elena was Stefan's girl. She was his best friend's girl.
He knew her ever since they were children, although, she didn't quite like him then. And neither did he. She was crybaby, and far too girly. But she was Stefan's tag along, and thus, somehow squeezed herself in his life.
.. Flashback ..
"Stefan, you know mom will kill us if she finds us hanging out with this crowd," Fifteen-year-old Elena whispered to the blonde boy.
"It's fine. We're here with Damon," Stefan whispered back.
"Why did you bring her here, Stefan, I told you to ditch Miss Goody Two-Shoes," Damon muttered.
"Hey," Elena hit him on his arm.
"Sorry, you know we are a package deal," Stefan rose his hands in surrender to his friend. "I wouldn't be able to come without her,"
Damon huffed, annoyed by the brunette.
The party was wild, the dim colored lights flashed, and the funky music was playing so loud, it was hard to hear anyone.
Going to a college party sounded like a dream to Elena, however, now she didn't quite like it. Stale air and cigarette smoke burst from her lungs like a rocket attack.
"Stefan," she called her friend, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Hey darlin," A guy bumped into her from behind. She could feel his dick pressed up against her ass.
She let out a gasp, surprised by the vile man.
He slowly trailed his hand from her back to her boob, but before he could touch her, someone held his hand and pushed it away. Her eyes darted to her savior. The raven-haired man, stood tall, his eyes shooting daggers at the man, behind her.
"Salvatore," he whispered.
"Leave," Damon mouthed it, however the mad look in his eyes told her, it was a threat.
"Damon," She drew closer to him, as if asking him to protect her.
He held her hand, and dragged her out of the crowd. "Where's Stefan?"
"I don't know, but I want to go home," Elena insisted, clearly shaken by the incident.
He studied her for half a minute before he nodded.
.. Flashback over..
That was the first time he had considered Elena, more than nuisance, that he always thought. The sudden urge of protectiveness that he had felt when he'd seen her scared. It was strange. He told himself, she was Stefan's girl. His girl. She had told him that too, right.
.. Flashback ..
He could see Elena fuming over the girl that was talking to Stefan. He ignored her, and focused on his assignment. He couldn't afford to fail again in math.
Elena turned to him. "No, Damon, you have to integrate it first and then apply the formula," she said, looking at the sum.
Occasionally, Elena helped him with his work, she was the only person patient enough with him. He made a face, annoyed with his mistake.
"I can show you a trick but it's no use until you learn to integrate first," she commented again, however her tone was uninterested, she was glancing over Stefan and Rebekah's table.
"Damon, do you think Stefan likes Rebekah," she asked, a bit uncomfortably.
Damon took a heavy sigh, he hated these questions. She knew that.
"Damon, please, did he tell you something,"
"Elena, you know, he'd rather tell you that crap, we don't talk about those things," he snapped. Was he jealous? He thought. No, he was just annoyed because Elena fawned over Stefan as if he was a Rockstar. And that was annoying.
"Damon, I-," She was hesitant, she didn't want to share this with him, "you'd tell me, if he ever plans to ask Rebekah out,"
"Hm,"
"I just, I love him, Damon," she finally confessed.
Damon's eyes moved up to match hers.
"I want to be with him. Will you help me?"
.. Over ..
He had practically seen Elena fawn over Stefan all his life. It was something hard to forget, but he kept reminding himself that she loved him now. She'd truly moved on from Stefan. She promised that.
Yet sometimes, he would get scared. Stefan could snatch the most important person of his life from him. He had shared these fears with his wife, of course, but she'd enveloped her arms around him every time and swore that he was the only man she could see now, the only man for her.
But lately, he could see the way Stefan ogled her, like he wanted her. He knew that gaze, it was the way Damon use to look at her.
"Elena,"
"Yes, honey,"
"How is Stefan?"
He could feel the disruption in her posture, at the mention of his name.
She slowly closed the cap of her night cream, and rubbed the cream on her arms.
"Okay, I guess."
Damon took of his shoes and sat on the bed. A brief silence followed. Elena sat on the bed, and drew closer to him.
"You're upset," He wasn't asking. She knew he could sense her mood.
He knew her face expressions, the vibe she carried, the expressions on her face was same as the time when she'd cry for Stefan, when he left her for another woman.
"Damon, I need to tell you something,"
"Um,"
"I am upset. Stefan said something that made me upset," she confessed, taking a deep breath. "But I promise Damon, I am… I love you, I love only you,"
He offered her a soft smile at her desperate confession.
"And I told him that as well,"
"What did he say Elena?" Damon inquired.
"He told me that he's in love with me," Elena confessed, closing her eyes, afraid of his reaction.
Damon clenched his fists in anger.
"He said that our marriage means nothing to him."
"Son of a bitch," Damon hissed. He was so filled with rage Elena thought he was going to burst right then and there. He always had an anger issue.
She wrapped her arms around him, "I told him, I was over him, it's you, Damon. Only you. Always you."
He pulled her closer to him, taking deep breathes. "Promise?"
"Yes, Damon, I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
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Watching her sleep was one of his few hobbies now.
She had changed him so much. So much so that he felt as if she had given a whole new heart altogether. He was that kid, with a dark heart, filled with nothing but hatred and anger. So much anger. He'd joined anger management sessions twice and both times, failed. But she changed everything.
He loved her. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her, and he loved her… He adored her. He worshipped her. He treasured her. He cherished her. He devoted himself to her. He adulated her. He praised her.
She was his life. His money and his repute on were nothing compared to her. Heck, even his work was beginning to dim into the distance as he idolized only her. She was his. His wife. His princess. His love. His only happiest moments were when she was by his side, as his girlfriend, lover, fiancée, soul mate, other half, and wife…
What had life been before Elena? Cold. Distant. Lonely. Nothing.
She was his light and with her help, he could overcome the darkness shrouding his past. In some ways, he was also her light. He had helped her, healed her and loved her when Stefan had turned his back on the brunette girl.
She was a flower, which had grown and bloomed so beautifully. He was so proud, proud to have her as his wife and to be her husband. He would be even more proud when she gave birth to their children. What if she was already with child? Would their family start that quick?
He was dangerously in love with her. He'd never leave her. Never. Never ever. He just wanted her to keep loving him the way he loved her loving him.
Stefan was a constant problem, a constant barrier between them. He was her first love, and her so-called 'friend'. Sometimes, he hated Stefan, he would envy him, why was he first? What was so special about him? He would wish to wipe Stefan's traces from her life.
Sometimes, he'd feel he was the barrier, but she always told him that she was over her first love.
If only Elena wasn't holding on to him, like her life depended on his, he would go and break Stefan's nose.
As if sensing his anger, she slowly, rubbed his chest, snuggling closer to him. She calmed him down just like that.
Stefan's betrayal hurt him. Stefan Whitmore was after all his first friend.
He was always the quiet kid, he never had friends. His grandfather never allowed that. He was after all the only living heir of the Salvatore Corporation. His parents were murdered in cold blood, and that made his grandfather over protective of him. He made him master martial arts at the age of twelve. And for his mental strength, he made sure Damon was emotionally independent, so he wouldn't be deceived by people easily. But that made him cold, distant and alone.
Stefan was the first person who befriended him despite Damon's dark aura, and his constant disapproval. And naturally Elena followed. He drew closer to Elena, because of Stefan, but he fell in love with her after Stefan left. It was his own fault that he had lost Elena.
And there was no way, Damon was surrendering her. She was his, after all. She was his girl now.
A small part of him, would sometimes make him doubt Elena's love. What if she wasn't over him? The very thought made him want to pull his heart out of his chest.
How dare Stefan do this?
Did he not care about Damon at all? Did he not realize that he was hurting the woman he claimed to love as well? Hadn't he hurt her enough? Why now? She was his wife now. Didn't his excuse of a brain understand that?
Damon, in deep thought, the dark-haired girl looking at him, her brown eyes staring at him lovingly, yet confused on the look on her husband's face.
"Damon?"
He was pulled out of his thoughts. She was looking at him with concern. "Are you ok?"
He nodded and suddenly hugged her, "Elena,"
"Damon, I am here."
"I know. I am just-,"
"You don't need to be scared, Damon. You're my one and only,"
"But he was your first love," Damon wanted to say that, yet he couldn't.
"I know it's not been easy loving me. I shut you out and I hide stuff. I have my doubts sometimes, you know, but I want to believe this is forever," he finally spoke.
Elena giggled and ran her hand through his dark locks at the back, "This is forever, Damon."
"You and I, we are forever." Elena whispered gently, still stroking his hair. Damon began kissing along her jaw slowly until he reached her full, luscious lips. He paused, his warm breath fanning her pale face as she closed her eyes.
"Just keep loving me," Damon requested, "The way I love you loving me. Every time I see your face, my heart smiles. It feels so good that it hurts sometimes. We were created in this world to…" he began kissing along jaw again whilst whispering more words, "love… to hold… to feel… to live… with each other. You belong to me." They kissed passionately.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…" Damon kissed her neck then along her body.
Elena suddenly got the feeling of drops of moistures falling on her body. Tears.
He was dangerously in love with her. And it would kill him, if she ever left him. He mentally decided to pay Stefan a visit and remind him of his boundaries. Stefan needed to back off or he'd suffer.
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So Damon has his doubts, although in a way, it is justified, he had seen Elena worship Stefan all his life. Do you think, there is lack of trust? What do you think of Damon's love for her?
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