I just realized that I repeat some of the scenes from chapter 11 to chapter 12 and I'm sorry for it. I don't think I will edit it though since the wifi connection here is crap and it took more than twenty minutes to load the page and I will not go through that again, hope you understand.
Chapter 13 (Day 10-Day 14)
"Nadia Petrova? As in Nadia from school?" Elena inquires, completely baffled by the fact.
"Yes, your friend Nadia," he sighs. "I don't even know until I met her the first time I picked you up."
"Wow," exclaims the brown-haired girl. "So, like, basically she's your niece? Even though, you know, not by blood?"
"I guess so."
She goes quiet. Jonah the waiter comes with their orders plus the two glasses of wine and complementary mineral water. He carefully puts the foods and drinks on the table, asks if they need anything else and Damon dismisses him.
"Do you miss him? Stefan?" Elena cocks her head to the side slightly.
Damon's clear blue eyes shine something that Elena considered as sorrow, "He was my best friend. We were both with Katherine, sure there were some competitions but at the end of the day, we were brothers."
She nods, completely understands about losing a family member. Hell, she has lost two of her most important family members. "You did well, though," she says as she sips her water then picks up the fork and the knife, "You got out of Katherine's web in the end and went back to him. I'm sure he treasured it."
His lips turn up a little though it's not quiet reach his eyes. "Yeah, sure."
They go silent as they eat their food, too bust with their own mind. While Elena feels a bit uncomfortable to has pushed Damon to talk about his brother, she also feels guilty since tonight supposed to be a fun night for them, not a sour one.
"I'm sorry," Elena's shoulders slump, "I've ruined your mood, haven't I? I forced you to talk about something like this and it definitely has ruined our night. I'm sorry."
He shakes his head, "It's fine, though I was hoping for tonight to be a bit lighter, you know."
"Well, let's talk then. Anything else besides topics that will only let us down."
They end up eating their respective food with occasional small talks. Now Damon knows Elena likes chocolate more than any other flavors, she likes the oldies music but has a soft spot for alternative and latest pop music, and she prefers horror movies more than drama which she claims it can only make her cry and she doesn't like that. Elena herself finds out that Damon likes horse riding when he was human, he also likes chocolate but vanilla is starting to worm its way to Damon's taste buds, and he can dance especially back in 60's. They actually enjoy the night as soon as the topic about Stefan and Nadia has dropped. The foods are amazing and Elena ends up wanting to lick her plates clean but she is a lady after all and she does not do that.
"Ready to go?" Damon asks as soon as he finishes pay the bill.
"Where did you even get the money?"
"A gentleman never tells." He winks at her earning him a blush and slight giggle. He offers him his right arm and Elena happily loops hers in it and they walk out with a smile on their faces.
"Hi, Nadia," Elena sends her smile to the tall girl in front of her locker.
Nadia looks at her confused, as if it was the first time she's seen her, "You're talking to me?"
"Well, you're the only one here, in front of me," Elena, once again, grins.
"I don't mean to be rude, but we're not friends." Nadia frowns, closing her locker door, turning to face the girl.
The Gilbert girl's face falls but she covers it with a small smirk. "We could be."
"Okay, what's going on, Gilbert?" She crosses her arms in her chest.
"What, I'm just making a conversation. As for we're not friends thing, we could try to be. What's the point of not be friends anyway? We're all social creatures."
"You're a freak," Nadia turns on her heels, ready to leave. But before she has the chance to step forward, Elena softly grabs her arm.
"Wait. I just want to… how are you? With your family and all."
The cheerleader's eyes widen, and then practically drags Elena to the empty class a few feet from where they stand. As soon as they are inside, Nadia stand tall in front of her class mate with narrowed eyes, "What do you want?"
She sighs, "I want to know how you are. How you handling things."
"Just because I snapped and told you all about my problems do not make you my friend. And don't pretend to care anyway, I'm not weak."
"I didn't say you are weak, I genuinely want to know about you. As you know, we have similar problems regarding family, the difference is that I can't see them anymore while you still can but will not be everyday."
Nadia bites her lower lip, mulling over Elena's words. Does she really care?
"If you must know, my brother woke up a couple of days ago. My parents postponed their trials until my brother can get back on his feet. It's nothing I can handle, at least for now."
Elena's eyes light up at the good news, "I'm glad he woke up. I think your parents do the right thing, you know, postponing and all that."
"Why do you care?"
She shoots Nadia a smile, "Everybody needs a friend who can and will listen."
"Whoa, jumpy much?" Elena takes a seat beside Rebekah when she sees her out sitting all alone in the football field.
"Hey."
"What's with you? You've been distracted all morning; you didn't even in for Mr. Waters' class."
"I… I've been having these… I don't know what to call it but I think it's kind of flashes of memories, you know, I know it's not a dream, because I've been having it since few days ago," the blonde girl turns to her best friend.
"Okay… what kind of memories?"
"You'll think I'm crazy," Rebekah turns way, laughing bitterly.
"Try me, Bex."
Rebekah sighs softly, leans in closer to whisper into her best friend's ear. "Vampire. He drinks from me, from my neck."
Elena scoots away a bit, surprise, anger, and confused writer all over her face, "What?"
"Told you you wouldn't believe me," Rebekah starts to get up and turns to walk away from her.
"No, no wait up," Elena jogs to match her pace as they walk together to the parking lot. "What do you mean vampire?"
Rebekah stops in front of her car, opens the door and throws her bag to the backseat, "I mean vampire, with fangs and all that jazz. I can't see his face clearly but I can feel the piercing skin and the pain. And I know I'm not crazy so don't try to make me get over it."
"I'm – I'm not… just that, I want you to relax, okay? Take a breather or something, it's nearing our finals anyway, maybe it's just stress."
"You don't believe me," she scoffs, stomping her foot.
"I do believe that when I'm stressed, I also feel like that. Imagining things that don't happen, can't happen even."
Rebekah stays silent, contemplating what Elena has said, "Maybe you're right. I'll just go home, throw a bath bombs or two then soak in it. Chamomile tea will help after that. Okay, I'll relax. I'll see you tomorrow, then. Love you."
When Elena gets home, her phone chirps signaling the third messages Damon has sent her. She gets her first one twenty minutes ago and when she doesn't reply, he sends another one. She is not in the mood to confront him, though he's been making her best friend into a walking blood bag. She's furious with him. How dare he? Even after she has introduced them. Really? Does Damon really do not have a care in the world for anyone besides himself?
Suddenly she feels like a fool for believing that he cares about her. She has let him come into her life, slowly tearing down the walls she has built for so long, and for what? For getting a free blood from people she cares about. Maybe Jenna…
"Jenna!" she yells as she runs down the stairs.
"Hey, kiddo, what's with the shouting?" Jenna greets her niece when they are face-to-face in the kitchen.
"Have you had any flashes of memories of… vampire?"
Her eyebrows turn upwards, "What do you mean?"
Elena clears her throat, "Bex has been having these flashes of vampire drinking from her. I guess it's just a stress, and I know how hard working you are, so I thought maybe you've been suffering from the same thing, you know. I'm just… sometimes worried about you."
"Um, thanks for the concern but I haven't, 'Lena. Does Bex really having those?"
"She said so, yes. I just guess that…"
"You're a good friend," Jenna smiles, squeezing Elena's left arm. "And a good person. But you don't have to worry about me, I'm okay."
"Okay," she sighs a breath of relief, "I'm gonna take a bath and do my homework upstairs then."
It has been more than a couple of days since Elena has been avoiding him. He has visited her house only to find out that she's locked her window and her bedroom door. She's been ignoring his calls and messages; she's even been going home early when he comes to her school. Did he do something wrong?
It has also been two weeks since he came back to Earth, living his undead life once again. He only has two more weeks left to make her love him so that he can stay.
He sighs, takes a swig of his finest bourbon. He doesn't know anything else to do besides moping, it's not like he can compel Elena to talk to him and tell him she loves him. He misses her. She leaves him with his thoughts of regret about his actions. Maybe he did say something that offends her when he took her out to Romeo's. Or maybe she's just been busy, but even he knows it can't be. As bust as Elena with school, she has never locked her window.
I'm really turning into Stefan.
The doorbell snaps him out of his somber thoughts. He gets up on his feet, put down the bottle and walks to the door.
"Elena?"
"You feed from my friend."
So, Elena knows! Damon's compulsion is weak due to his condition, he's not fully vampire, he's not a ghost, he's not human either, so he's in between. I hope you understand Elena will not just jump into bed with him since she has guarded herself years ago since her parents died.
Anyway, quick question, does this story not satisfy you anymore? Should I just stop writing it because I see more and more less people read it and review it. Or maybe you have suggestions for this story to be more exciting, just tell me.