(Burrowed from my first love, Twilight) the first of this chapter was written to Dreamcatcher by Alexandre Desplat. I suggest giving it a listen while you read :) Hope you enjoy.
After I left Bonnies I felt a little better but I still wasn't ready to go home. The sun was sinking letting the night take over. I made my way into the woods where I was feeling more at home these days. I sat up against a tree and watched as the moonlight began to filter down and leave the forest floor dancing with light. Fireflies began to appear, they were thick twinkling and turning through the air. I was surprised to see them so late in the year but it was absolutely beautiful. I took out the bottle of rum I had in my bag and took a swallow letting it burn. That's when he appeared, his beauty making him look like he was nowhere out of place. Like he was the keeper of this beautiful place. He walked quietly over, kneeling down in front of me.
"Damon." I whispered. He smiled and sat down in front of me. I pressed my back against the tree as hard as I could to keep from falling into his arms. We sat in silence for a moment. He looked around him acknowledging the fireflies.
"They're so beautiful." I whispered. He nodded.
"I kind of coaxed them here." He said quietly. "You can kind of control those things when your one of us." He explained.
"Why did you do that?" I asked. He smiled.
"When you were little you used to spend hours in the backyard with Jeremy chasing them around. You marveled their beauty. You said they were the closest the world came to magic."
"How did you know that?" I asked in shock.
He looked at me long and steady. His face seemed sad.
"You told me that once. I guess you just forgot." He answered.
I was stunned. I filtered through all of our conversations and couldn't remember ever saying that to him. Or to anyone for that matter. But I didn't care that I didn't remember. I was tired of trying to make sense of everything. And at that moment didn't care about anything anymore. I felt comfortable and ...happy. I got up and stood in the moonlight looking around at the tiny golden orbs shimmering around me. I looked back at Damon.
"Sometimes I really miss being a child." I said.
He smiled brightly. "Sometimes I do to."
I walked up to him and leaned down, mere inches from his face and smiled. I touched his shoulder feeling the softness of his loose tan sweater.
"Elena?" He whispered.
"Your it." I replied, and took off running. I heard his light laughter ring out behind me and before I knew it he was running after me. I felt the wind rushing past my face, the sound of the trees as I flew by them one by one. I laughed. I felt so good. I felt so happy. I circled around and made it back to our original spot and stopped. I looked up and closed my eyes letting the moonlight hit my face. Suddenly Damon's arms wrapped around me.
"Your it." He whispered in my ear. I turned and faced him. He was so brilliantly beautiful it was hard to think.
"What's going on Damon? Why do I feel like this?
He looked at me for so long I wasn't sure if he was going to answer at all. Then the sadness seem seemed to creep back into his eyes.
"Because...it's just hard after a change like that. Don't worry, everything will be okay." He said.
"Everyone keeps saying that...but I don't seem to be feeling any better. At least not all the time." I replied.
He reached up and ran his fingers down the side of my face. He leaned in and kissed me lightly. The butterflies in my stomach danced around. He pulled back and gazed deeply at me.
Suddenly my heart ripped into pieces.
"No!, What are you doing?" I backed away. His face fell to horror.
"Elena, I'm sorry." He said.
"Stop it! You stop messing with my head Damon. I know you've had a little crush on me for a while but don't use my weakness to move on in!"
"Elena!" He cried out taking a step toward me.
"No! Just stop! This is wrong Damon. I love Stefan and your not going to mess that up!" I snapped back.
Suddenly Damon began to laugh.
"What the hell is so funny!" I demanded.
He shook his head. "A little crush? Elena..." He began to walk towards me but I began to back up. "You really don't remember anything do you?" He asked, his face growing serious again.
"What are you talking about Damon?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Nothing...nothing Elena. I'm sorry I bothered you. I won't do it again." He said.
I backed up a couple of feet and then took off running. I felt tired of running, it seemed that's all I was doing recently. Right before I got to the edge of the woods a vision in my head hit me so hard I fell. I saw myself laying tangled in sheets wrapped in Damons arms. I got back up and shook it out of my head.
I reached my house and ran upstairs and slid into bed shutting my eyes tight trying to shake the vision that kept reoccurring in my head over and over. I began to wonder...if it was a vision...or a memory.
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