Deserving Me
AU: What if Elena didn't forget her encounter with Damon 2x08? How would this change things, and will it give her a new perspective of him? Canon universe until after the encounter.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own TVD or any of its characters or concepts; it belongs to its respective owners. Also there may be smut in the later chapters, but I will be placing a warning above each chapter that does contain anything controversial.
Chapter 5: Memories
(Before we get into this chapter I just want to state something that changed in the story due to this slight AU. Damon didn't sleep with Andie in this story due to Elena's words in the previous chapter, so the scenes containing her at the begining wont be included. Also this chapter contains alcohol and references to sexual content).
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I groan while flipping inside the cramped bed that I'm sharing with Bonnie and Caroline. When I move to answer the phone I fall straight onto the floor with a loud thud. All three of us are awake now as I crawl over to where my phone was placed.
I sigh before answering and ask, "Hello." I look back to see Caroline giving me the death glare.
"Elena!" She chastises me for waking them up. I just move to stand up.
"How was the slumber party?" Stefan asks me from the other side of the phone. I move outside the room before responding.
"Good… heh. Much needed. When can you and I have one?" I ask flirtatiously.
"Hmm… that can be arranged." He replies and I laugh slightly, a wide smile on my face. It's been awhile since I've been in a good mood and I'm reveling in it.
"Ok… now today… take me far, far away." I say, I sound like a naive princess from a fairy-tale, but I can't will myself to care. I need a vacation.
"Even with everything that's going on?" He asks, a bit confused which does drop my mood a bit thinking back on everything.
"Because of everything that's going on." I reply with a sigh. My mind goes to John and me still being suspicious with everything he's saying about wanting to protect me. I can't convince myself to believe him anymore.
"And you're sure it has nothing to do with dodging your father who just got into town?" He asks suspiciously which causes me to furrow my brows.
"Uh… this has everything to do with that." I reply and I hear him sigh softly.
"Well, in that case, where would you like to go?" He asks, causing me to smile again. The thought of escaping John and going on a vacation with Stefan sounds wonderful at this moment.
"I have a summer home that I used to go to with my family and I'd love to go there again." I say, images playing in my mind of when we used to all hang out together.
"Oh? How far is this so called, 'summer home'?" He asks and I can tell he's smiling by his tone of voice.
"Not too far, about fifteen minutes away on the edge of a beautiful lake." I say remembering all the sunsets and the sparking waters on the dock of the lake. Yeah… that's exactly where I'd like to go.
"And when would you like to go?" He asks and I'm about to answer with, 'as soon as possible' when I realize that I have to do something before we leave.
"Uhm… how about in two hours?" I ask. "You know… just to make sure Caroline is okay and all that." I add just in case he was about to question me.
"Alright, sounds good. I'll see you then." He says softly. "I love you." He adds sweetly which makes me blush softly.
"I love you too." I reply happily before ending the call. I turn around to see Bonnie and Caroline behind me with their arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Well… this is going to be fun to explain to them…
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Luckily for me the confrontation of my two best friends didn't end too roughly and they were quite understanding of my need for a break. I changed into what I brought with me when I came on this sleepover with Caroline and quickly left her house to the boarding house. Why am I heading to the boarding house early? Well, let's just say I have to clear things up with a certain someone. When I arrive at the door, I'm about to knock when the door already begins to open and on the other side is Damon. When he sees me he looks shocked.
"Elena… you're definitely not who I was expecting." He says and I sigh while looking at him.
"I need to talk to you." I say, my gaze pleading with him to speak with me and I notice his jaw tighten and the internal conflict within his eyes.
"Sure… come right on in." He tells me, moving aside so I can come in.
"Is Stefan here?" I ask once I'm inside the living room. I turn around to see him looking at me, unsure of what I'm here for.
"No. He left to go hunting before you two go on your little romantic trip." He says and I cringe slightly by his slightly hurt tone. I'm hurting him by my recent actions and that's not acceptable.
"Good, I need to talk to you about whatever has been going on between us… it can't be like that." I tell him and I see his eyes break a bit more.
"I get it, Elena. It's always going to be Stefan." He tells me dismissively.
"It's not just for Stefan. I don't want to hurt you, Damon. It hurts to see that you're in pain and I don't want to do that to you anymore." I say and he sighs.
"I said that I got it, Elena. Please leave me alone." he says rather harshly to me and my gaze saddens and I step forward.
"Damon-"
"No, Elena. You don't get it. No matter what happens I'll still be the one who ends up hurt." He says and I try to press on again.
"Damon-"
"Well guess what Elena." He interrupts again while stepping forward. "You'll never stop hurting me and that's just cruel! I never asked for you to step into my life! I never asked the world to make me fall in love with you!" He yells and I feel anger boiling inside me.
"Well if you hate your love for me so much then why don't you just stop!" I shout back and immediately regret it. He just runs violently and moves to leave me. I move forward and grab his arm before adding. "Damon wait-"
He pushes his arm out of my grasp and replies, "No! I've had it with you giving me hope only to hurt me. I'm done with you dragging me along for your own selfish needs. You're no better than Katherine." He tells me coldly which causes tears to form within my eyes.
"I-is that what you really think?" I ask weakly. He just continues walking the other way.
"That's what I know." He spits before exiting the room before I collapse on the ground in sobs. Am I really just like Katherine to him. Is that how everyone sees me nowadays. Am I just some selfish brat who just drags people along? The sound of the door opening behind me causes me to turn in the direction of the door. I see Alaric standing there.
"Elena? Are you alright?" He asks me, walking over to me and kneeling beside me. He places a hand on my back for support as I wipe the tears from my face.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." I tell him weakly before standing up.
"Did Damon have something to do with this?" He asks me with his brows furrowed. I tense before shaking my head.
"No, I was just having a bad morning. I'll see you later Ric'." I tell him before leaving in a hurry. Once I'm inside my car once more the tears start to flow again.
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(Damon's POV:)
Heat. That's all I could fear right now. Hot, burning rage… jealousy? I'm not sure. I'm pouring myself a drink when I see Alaric enter the room and pour another glass for him. I hand it to him and we both take a drink, however his eyes are staring daggers at me.
"Were you the reason I saw Elena crying on the floor just now?" He asks me which does give me a little guilt. Maybe I was too harsh with her, but I'm still mad so I just shrug.
"Eh, we fought. It's not like I care." I say. My face showed nothing but indifference. Alaric glares at me and I know that he's about to scold me.
"What exactly did you do to make her cry?" He asks frustratedly and I gulp for a second remembering what I had said to her, my guilt rising a bit more.
"I might have said that she was no better than Katherine." I say, a bit of shame etched into my voice and Alaric punches me in the arm.
"You're an asshole!" He yells at me and once again I put up my walls of indifference. He sighs before adding. "What did you even want to show me in the first place?" I moved over to the table where there was some tan cloth and pulled it off of the knife which it was covering.
"So, John Gilbert gave me this to kill, Elijah." I tell him and he looks at the knife with his brows furrowed in confusion and intrigue. "Said you had to dip the dagger in the remains of the old white ash tree that dates back to the originals… If there's any truth in that." I add picking up the life and handing it to him.
"So you think it's a setup?" He asks before taking the knife from me.
"Could be. Guy's a weasel. Wouldn't put anything past him." I reply. "What are you up to today, Mr. Salzman?" I add thinking over a plan that I have.
"Well, Jenna and I were supposed to go to her family's lake house, but somehow we both got roped into doing this historical society thing at the Lockwoods." He tells me and I internally cringe at the mention of the lake house knowing that Elena and Stefan were going to be going on a romantic getaway there.
"Where Elijah's the guest of honor." I add that last important detail. My plan to attempt to kill him distracts me from Elena which is what I desperately need right now.
"Tell me you're not gonna kill him at the tea party." Alaric sighs, his gaze pleading with me.
"No, that would be stupid." I say with a slight laugh yet Alaric's suspicious gaze doesn't falter. "I want to know his endgame before I kill him. But I do think it's time Elijah and I officially met." I add and he sighs before rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Fine, just promise me that you'll be careful and don't act out irrationally." He says to me holding the knife out to return it. I reach to grab it and he moves it out of my reach.
"Dude, come on." I say frustratedly.
"Promise me." He snips at me and I groan.
"Fine. I promise." I say before taking the knife from him and putting it back on the tan cloth. I pick up the class of whiskey that I left on the bar counter and pick it up. I'm definitely gonna need more of this if I want to last through this night.
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(Elena's POV:)
I'm now at my home with a bag of everything I need for this little trip with Stefan. I still feel a fit of guilt over what happened between Damon and me. I just wish that I could make him understand that I only have good intentions. Maybe I can never change the fact that he'll only see Katherine when he looks at me. I hear a knock at my door and put on my best smile, knowing that it's Stefan, before opening it.
"Are you ready for our romantic weekend?" He asks with a flirty tone to his voice.
"Beyond ready." I say with a slight laugh before grabbing my bag. "Let's go before John shows up and pretends to be a concerned father." I add with a less than happy tone.
"Mmm, I'll put these in the car." He says wanting to avoid this conversation due to the fact that he's actually trusting John right now. The vibration of my phone buzzing stops me from going with him to further this conversation and I check the message that was sent from Caroline.
'Need to talk. Where are you?'
I furrow my brows and begin to type a response. Is she alright?
'Headed to the lakehouse w Stefan. U ok?'
"Please tell me everything alright." Stefan says from the doorway and I glance at my phone once more.
'All good, never mind. Have fun.'
'Xoxo'
"Nothing's wrong. Just Caroline. Come on. Let's go." I say with a smile as we move out to the car.
(Just in case any of you are curious, in this scene Tyler stole Caroline's phone to get Elena's location).
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When we pull up to the lakehouse I stop and stare at it, my mind being bombarded with memories of my parents.
"You all right?" Stefan asks from beside me. I nod, still staring out at the house.
"I'm good. I just haven't been back here since before…" I trail off with the memories.
"Oh my God." Stefan sighs. "Ok, Elena. Just say the word, we'll get back on that highway, we'll go anywhere else." He adds and I continue to stare at it before smiling.
"I've always loved it here.I want it to stay that way, I was just…" I trail, looking for the correct words to use at that moment. "Having a moment." I add, before turning to look at Stefan.
"Ok." He says softly while nodding and I nod back. A bright smile on my face with a slight sheen of tears. I don't know why I'm so emotional today, but I'll embrace it. I then step out of the car with my bag and walk into the large cabin-esque house. I place my bag on the counter and I turn to see Stefan still outside the door.
"You don't have to wait out there. I'm good." I say.
"Oh, that's great because I'm, uh… I'm stuck." He tells me and I realize what he's saying. He's not invited in yet. Then a little mischievous thought comes into my mind and I decide to have a little fun.
"Oh my God, you can't get in." I say, sounding very worried.
"Not gonna be a very romantic weekend unless you uh, invite me inside." He says and I tuck a hair behind my ear and try to sound as worried as possible.
"Stefan I can't." I say frustratedly.
"What?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.
"My parents left this place to John Gilbert. He's the only one who can invite you in." his expression almost makes me laugh, but I remain stoic. 'I'm sorry, I completely forgot." I add with a sad expression.
"You're kidding me, right?" He asks frustratedly and it's then that I allow myself to smile.
"Stefan Salvatore, I hereby invite you into this home." I say with a laugh.
"You are such a liar." He says before picking me up and kissing me. I wrap my legs around his waist kissing him just as passionately in return before he sets me on the counter. We continue kissing and I allow myself to get taken with the sensation. Taking me away from all of my sorrows, regrets and Damon.
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(Damon's POV:)
I'm walking throughout Lockwood manor before a familiar voice speaks to me, "Damon, what are you doing here?" I turn to look at Jenna standing by Alaric. I just ignore her and walk directly over to Carol Lockwood.
"Damon." She says brightly extending her hand.
"Carol." I acknowledge her in return taking her hand.
"What a surprise."
"Hi." I reply and we greet each other with a mock kiss on the cheek.
"Hi." She replies while leading me over to Elijah. "Elijah, I want you to meet, Damon Salvatore." She says and if looks could kill Elijah is currently scraping my ashes off the floor. "His family is one of Mystic Falls' Founding Families." She adds.
"Mm-Hmm." I hum glancing back at Elijah whose expression hasn't changed at all. "Such a pleasure to meet you." I add with a slight smirk.
"No. Pleasure's mine." He replies before we shave hands rather awkwardly. I'm sure we both want to kill each other at this moment, but aren't able to due to the environment. Great. This is exactly how I wanted this party to go.
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(Elena's POV:)
I'm standing on the dock of the lack wrapped in a cozy blanket, my mind going back to those times. I remember once when Jeremy accidentally fell in and dad had to get him out. I'm surprised that along didn't keep him away from the water even when-
"Having another moment?" I hear Stefan's voice behind me before he wraps his arms around me from behind and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Jeremy broke his arm diving off this dock when he was 6." I say with a smile. I remember I was so angry at him for ruining the vacation, but we ended up all watching a new movie that I was wanting to see at the time after he came back from the hospital which made up for it. "My dad taught me how to fish off the edge up there." I add, the new memory taking over me. "So many memories. Do you ever think about us? What our future will be like? Our memories?" I ask. I don't ask about the future very often, but now since I'm not sure I have a future for very much longer I can't help but be curious.
"I think there are long conversations to be had about our future." He tells me and for some reason that isn't what I want to hear. Why isn't that enough? I just shake off that small feeling within me. "About the kind of life we could have together." He adds which makes me think back to the whole family situation. I couldn't have a family with Stefan, but it's not like I'll live long enough to even have a family anymore.
"Now there's a box that we shouldn't open." I sigh with a bit of sadness.
"Oh, we can open it… whenever you're ready." He says and that just depresses me more.
"No. I'd rather just be here… now." I say gazing off into the lake once more, but this time with more sadness.
"You know, this is a future memory. It's where your boyfriend whispers to you that he loved you." He says before putting his mouth closer to my ear and whispering, "I love you." I smile, but it doesn't seem genuine and I can't understand why. Why am I so sad right now. What's bothering me? He stands there for a bit longer before telling me that he's going to finish unpacking everything and once again I'm alone staring at the shimmering waters.
I sit on the edge of it, my feet awaking softly. I close my eyes trying to figure out what's bothering me. The faint whisper of a memory surfaces. 'You're no better than Katherine.' Once again I feel the tears form in my eyes and I'm starting to get frustrated with myself. Why am I so upset over that?! I should care less what Damon thinks of me, yet I can't help but care. I care about him liking me and seeing me for my own person. 'But why?' I keep asking myself. 'Why?'
I glance at the aqua blue waters beneath me once more and smile. I think this is where my connection to the color blue started from. My dad once told me a story of the water spirit. How they listen to those they love with love and compassion. Yet, if you anger them, it's more devastating than a hurricane. The first time I looked within Damon's eyes I thought for a second that maybe he was a water spirit. I've never seen anyone with such blue eyes, and even now he still reminds me of the tales.
Is that why I value his opinion? No. But why? Why? I rub my temples to ease my headache. He yells at me, he tried to kill my brother, he's killed thousands of people and yet… I still care.
'I love you Elena, and it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you… and why you can't know this. I don't deserve you… but my brother does.'
The words that haunt me to this day. The words that bring up so much conflict within my head and also my- no. I can't admit that. But every time I remember his confession it always ends in me saying the same thing.
"Don't leave me."
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(Damon's POV:)
I open the door for Elijah to step inside to talk to him privately and follow him inside.
"What can I do for you, Damon?" Elijah asks me and I turn to face him.
"I was hoping we could have a word."
"Where's Elena?" He asks and I feel a pang in my heart at the mention of her name.
"Safe with Stefan." I reply, trying to sound as cool as possible. "They're laying low you know… bit of a werewolf problem."
"Oh yeah, I heard about that."
"I'm sure you did since it was your witch that saved the day." I reply snarkily.
"You are welcome-"
"Which adds to my confusion as to exactly why you're here." I snip in and I could see him growing more frustrated with me.
"Why don't you stay focused on keeping Elena safe and leave the rest to me." He tells me and I vamp speed in front of him.
"Not good enough." I warn him, but his expression is blank. He grabs my throat and vamp speeds us over to press me against the nearest wall. I grab his throat, but he isn't bothered by it at all. He just peels my hand away from his throat and I groan in pain due to my wrist bones being broken.
"You young vampires, so arrogant. How dare you come in here and challenge me?" He asks, his voice is monotone yet I don't fear for my life due to Elena's deal.
"You can't kill me, man. It's not part of the deal." I grunt out.
"Silence." He says before grabbing a pencil and stabbing me in the throat. I groan in pain from the wood and crumple to the floor before pulling it out. The wound is deep so it's taking a while to heal. "I'm an original. Show a little respect." He says while wiping his hands on a handkerchief before handing it out to me. I snatch it from his hands and bring it to my wound which is still throbbing in pain. "The moment you cease to be of use to me, you're dead, so you should do what I say." He says, his expression changing to a smug one and I want to rip out his throat, yet I'm not that dumb. "Keep Elena safe." He adds before leaving me while I have to tend to my wound.
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(Elena's POV:)
I'm sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. This is my third glass so I am a bit tipsy at the moment which has lowered my inhibitions. I'm staring at Stefan chop some vegetables with a smile.
"My dad did all the cooking, too." I say smiling at the memory.
"And your mom?" He questions and I scoff slightly.
"She sat right here and watched." I reply smiling at the irony of this situation. "She couldn't cook either." I laugh and turn around to see the fire with less wood and I move to place my glass down. "Fire's dying." I inform him.
"Oh yeah. I'll go get more wood." He says and I'm taking off my blanket.
"I've got it." I dismissed him.
"No, no. It's cold outside." He tells me and wrinkles my nose when he acts like I'm a delicate child.
"Hey. So, I'll get a jacket." I say before moving into my parents old room and stop. I look at the dresser and see a bottle of perfume that my mother used to like. I pick it up and smell it softly smiling at the remembrance of her smell. I could see Stefan standing there from the corner of my eye as I placed it down. "My mom's perfume. Jenna was supposed to pack all of the things out but… she kept putting it off." I say while moving to the closet and turning on the lights to look at all the clothes in there. I softly stroke a jacket as I add softly, "I don't blame her." The small noise Stefan makes in the background snaps me from my thoughts and I pick up my great granddad's old jacket before tossing it to him. "Here. Bundle up… it was my great granddad's… and you look very hot in it." I say with a small smile.
"I look hot in you dead, great granddad's jacket?" He asks me, an amused expression on his face. He moves closer to me and I smile.
"Beyond hot." I tease and he moves to kiss me before pinning me against the closet wall.
"That was my parents bedroom." I say and he just kisses me again. There are two hollow knocks as my back hits the wall at separate times which causes Stefan to break the kiss and look at the wall with furrowed brows. "What?" I ask and he knocks on the wall.
"Huh."
"What?" I ask glancing at the wall then back to him.
"This is hollow inside." He says before he finds the secret handle and opens the wooden paneling.
"What is it?" I ask as he observes the door behind it.
"It's a really good hiding place." He says before ripping off the door handle and pushing the door aside. He turns on the lights...
"Oh my God." I breathe out in shock.
Why do my parents have a room with weapons along every wall?!
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(Damon's POV:)
"Well that was a bust." I say with a pout to Alaric sitting on the couch next to me. We went straight back to my house after the incident and I was sitting there with some alcohol and my emotional support friend.
"Yeah. How's the throat?" He asks
"Sore." I pout like a child but I can't will myself to care at this particular moment.
"Yeah, that Elijah's one scary dude… but with nice hair." He says and I stare at the empty glass within my hands. "Hey, you want another one?" He asks while standing up to refill his own glass as well.
"He's going to be hard to kill." I mumble as Alaric is refilling our glasses.
"Yeah, I'd think twice before I'd trust that dagger and some ashes to do the job… you're going to need more info."
"I'm out of sources." I tell him and he sighs.
"I hate lying to Jenna." He sighs moving to sit next to me. He then checks his watch as I stretch. "Oh God… I got to pick Jenna up. Don't worry. I'll uh, show myself out."
"Good luck." I snip in with my arms folded behind my head. When Alaric is gone a crash from the room Alaric just got into gets my attention and I get up immediately to spot the disturbance. I see Alatic impaled with a knife and he's groaning in pain. A guy drops from the ceiling and runs towards me, hopping on my back. He then injects me with vervain and I groan from the pain. I vamp speed anywhere I can to get him off my back so that I can tear him apart but I soon fall down from the vervain.
"Woo you're strong. Took the whole syringe." He says before more werewolves pile into the room. "Grab that one. He's dead." He says referring to Alaric. Then Jules gets into the room.
"Hi, Damon… nice to see you again." She says with a smirk and I lose consciousness.
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(Elena's POV:)
I'm looking through my parents secret weapons room with furrowed brows. Why did my parents even have all of this stuff? Just then a book catches my eye and I immediately recognize it.
"These must be the other Johnathan Gilbert journals." I say to Stefan who's just outside the door. "Jeremy had the one, but John said that there were others." I say quietly, looking at the book within my hands.
"I'll go get the firewood." Stefan says remembering why we came here in the first place. "I'll let you have a moment." He adds and I'm grateful for it. I've just learned something new about my parents and I definitely need some time to sort out all of my thoughts. Stefan leaves the room and I pick up a small wooden spiked bullet off the floor, inspecting it within my hands.
Who even were my parents? Did I even know them at all?
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(Damon's POV:)
I woke up to the feeling of a tight spiked collar around my throat, digging into my skin and what made it worse was that I was having to look at Rick's temporary dead body… I'm just having a fantastic day. I look over to see the guy who attacked me in the first place.
"Morning sunshine." He says and I groan. "I saw this movie once, some torture porn flick. Anyway, they had this collar device that was really cool, so I just modified it with some wooden nails and when I pull…" He trails off before pulling the chains attached to the collar the wooden stakes dig into my throat and I yelp in pain.
"So, I hear you have the moonstone." Jules says from behind my torturer. I just started laughing at her serious expression. What irony.
"Oh, if you only knew the irony of this moment right now." I say referring to Mason. "Let me tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna torturer me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart. Last time it was your boy, Mason." I add and I see the hatred fill within her gaze as she steps closer to me.
"This time, it will be you." She says before signalling the werewolf who was holding the chains to pull once more and I groan while giving him the death stare.
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(Elena's POV:)
I'm walking through the house and it's been over ten minutes since Stefan has left and I'm starting to get a little worried.
When I pass next to the open front door I ask, "Are you growing the trees out there?" No reply. Okay, something is wrong… I look behind me, feeling rather uncomfortable. I turn back to the door and move closer to it. "Stefan?" I ask. When no one replies again I pick up a stake next to me and slowly approach the door. When I step outside I ask, "What are you doing out there?" Just then I hear someone behind me and stab the person in the gut. He has cropped hair and winces in pain. I ran past him, back into the house and shut and lock the door. I sprint upstairs and I hear the door get kicked open from downstairs. I ran into a guest room in a panicked mess.
"I can smell you." The man says from downstairs and my breathing hitches in fear. I take off the jacket that I was wearing and quietly move to an identical room adjacent to this one. I put my hand over my mouth as a way to silence my heavy breathing as I hear him come upstairs and head into the room that I was in earlier. It's now or never. I silently head downstairs and shut the front door loudly as a distraction before moving into my parents old room. I grab a stake from the closet and hide under the bed. He soon comes into this room and seeing the closet light on, he heads into it. He shifts through the clothes before opening the door to the weapons room. I make my way out from under the bed and stab him in the back. He falls to the ground with a loud thud. I shuffle backwards and sprint out the room again, knowing that that won't stop him for very long. I run out the door, he's right behind me and books it for the car. I reach the car but I hear my chaser groan in pain and turn to see Stefan ripping his heart out.
"It's okay. It's okay. You're okay." He tells me and I sprint over to hug him tightly. I close my eyes enjoying the embrace and when I reopen them I see Tyler standing behind us.
"Tyler?" I ask in confusion.
"I didn't know what they were gonna do to you. I didn't." He says, sounding deeply apologetic. I look up at Stefan before looking back at Tyler. "I just… I didn't want to be like this anymore." He says to me and I feel sympathy start to flood over me. He didn't ask to be a werewolf and it must be so hard for him. I move up to him and hug him gently. "I'm sorry, Elena." He says sounding on the verge of tears. I've known him for years and I know that he's a good person. He was just misguided.
"It's okay." I whisper to him softly. He holds onto me tighter and I do the same in a comforting manner. I truly hope that things get better for him.
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(Damon's POV:)
I've been torched for an hour? Maybe longer at this point and they've gotten nothing out of me.
"You know what the great thing about Buckshot is?" Jules asks me, referring to the gun within her hands. "It scatters through the body… maximum damage." She adds snarkily and I rain my eyebrows in a sarcastic manner. I can sense that her patience is thinning and she points the gun at me. 'Where's the moonstone." She snaps at me.
"Get it over honey. You're never gonna get it." I snap back.
"You looking for this?" A voice that I could know from anywhere says from behind us. Elijah. Holding the moonstone. That goddamn prick! He walks over to us flaunting it to the pack and places it on the counter in front of them. He gestures to it before taking a step back. "Go ahead. Take it." He says and a pack member foolishly rushes for it but Elijah effortlessly rips the stupid boy's heart out. Two more rush for it and Elijah takes them down with just as much ease. Jules, who knows better than her pack, runs away, leaving my torturer left. He cowers on the floor, covering his head with his jacket. Is he really that much of a wuss? "What about you sweetheart, Hmm." He snides at the cowering pack member. He stands up in an attempt to follow his instructions and save his life. "You want to take a shot?" Elijah asks him. The kid just shakes his head, a frightened expression on his face. "Where's the girl?" He asks me and I just shake my head.
"I don't know." I say and he appears slightly annoyed but just looks at the frightened pack member.
"It doesn't really matter." He says before punching the kid in the face, causing him to pass out. He then frees me from my collar. "So you realize this is the third time I've saved your life now?" He asks me to just stare at him with a weary expression. I sit there and take off my collar groaning at the initial pain of taking out the stakes from my neck, but the relief afterwards is great. Yeah… I'm going to take a rest for a while.
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(Elena's POV:)
I approach Stefan from behind him as he's putting his phone back in his pocket. He turns around to face me with a tired expression.
"That was, um- That was Damon. We need to talk." He says seriously as I'm buttoning up my coat.
"What is it?" I ask curiously while moving some stray strands of hair behind my ear.
"We learned that Elijah is planning for you to die in the sacrifice ritual." He tells me and I just sigh. I knew that he had that planned for me and I was hoping that Stefan never questioned it… I guess it was inevitable.
"I know the deal I made, Stefan." I say stepping closer to him. "Elijah's very careful with his words. He promised to protect my friends, he never said a word about me." I admit to him tensely knowing that he won't take this well.
"You mean, you knew that you weren't gonna survive this?" He asks me, a shocked and hurt tone evident in his voice.
"If it comes down to the people that I love getting killed or me, I know what my choice is gonna be." I tell him seriously. I can't have the ones that I love dying for me. Not anymore. It seems like no matter how much I try to tell everyone, no one seems to care about how I feel.
"Elena, How- How could you stand out there earlier with me, talk about making plans for the future when you don't even expect to have one?" He asks, sounding hurt.
"I'm sorry, Stefan. I'm just trying to keep the people that I love safe. I'm trying to keep you safe." I plead with him. Trying to make him understand.
"No. What you're doing is being a martyr." He accuses me which causes me to furrow my brows and heat to start rushing over me.
"How is that any different from when you say that you would die to keep me safe?" I ask frustratedly.
"Because I've already lived. 162 years I've lived and you've barely begun, and now you want to let yourself get killed?" He asks and I just stand there. There's nothing I could say to that. "That's not heroic. It's tragic." He adds shaking his head before moving past me. I just sigh and hold the coat closer to my body, willing myself not to cry.
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A/N: Did you guys enjoy this chapter? I made it both Elena and Damon's POV throughout the episode and I hope that you all enjoyed this. Tell me in the reviews if you enjoyed these longer chapters and dual POV's. Have wonderful days and nights!