Love's Memory

by LitLover 101

Damon is determined that even though he can't give Elena back her memories that he can at least help her make new ones, preferably with him. He knows that he won her love once before and it isn't unreasonable to believe that he can win her heart again. But she's not going to make it easy on him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Drabble/One-Shot series.

2. Chapter 2

Hello, my lovely readers. This drabble is from Damon's perspective in which he shows some rarely seen optimism regarding the latest state of affairs with his paramour. Next time I will be fulfilling one of two requests for ScarlettRose. If you have requests then hit the review button. On with the show…

Chapter 2: Merry Christmas, Elena

Dear Elena,

Once again a psycho with a vendetta has taken you hostage and he could not have chosen a worse time. But I'm going to bring you home. As I write this letter to you we are negotiating your return because it doesn't feel like Christmas without you tucked in my arms by the fireplace.

I will not say that I am sorry that you are not here with me right now because that would imply that I don't believe that you will be in my arms by the end of the night. I told you once that "I will always chose you" and I know that when we get you back that you might be angry at me for whatever deal with the devil I had to make, but I don't care. Got it? Because I will do anything so that I can make you dinner tonight and dance with you in front of my fireplace. I will do anything so that I can help you decorate a tree in our house next year. I don't care what the price is. Whatever it is, I'll pay it. I did not come back from hell to miss out on one more day without showing you how much I love you, Elena Gilbert.

So, next year we will go and cut down a tree. We will take it home and you can even invite Blondie over 'cause Liz is probably not going to make it and she'll need family. And I will try to keep the sarcastic comments about the holiday cheer to a minimum of say fifty to a hundred? Give or take twenty. Yeah. Yeah, roll you're eyes. But, look, you're smiling anyway.

When I get Jer a set of paint brushes from some crazy, overpriced shop for the hoity toity artists and ask him to not sit around whittling them to make good weapons, you'll thank me.

Maybe we can even find Stef a nice girl to spend his quality time with. Or another journal to write in, at the very least. Do you think he'd like the one with the brown leather and the white sash or the one in brown leather with the blue sash?

Anyway, I would tell you about all things that I plan on doing to you when you finally decide to let me in. (No pun intended). Yes, I know that was crass. Yes, I can be an ass. Am an ass. Rolling my own eyes now. 'Kay. Yeah. I know. But trust me, it'll be worth it. No, I'm not leering.

Huh? Stef is calling and it looks like we might have found a way to get this spell on you removed without more bloodshed.

Yours always,

Damon Salvatore

P. S.

I'm going to make you the best eggnog of your life and draw you the best bubble bath of your lifetime. Then we're going to do Christmas over again, 'cause I threatened to stake Stefan if he even blinked at one ornament.

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Peace,

Jessica