I didn't think these would be so much fun to write. :) Thanks for the reviews, guys! And by the way if my writing sucks, just know I usually write in first-person, not third.
"I Hate to See You Go..."
Elena felt awkward while she sat on the sofa, watching the Salvatore brothers brawl. It'd been going for so long now she forgot what even began it, but right now they were pointing out each other's flaws from 1913. She looked at the clock and wondered how long it would take to get through the next 99 years of mistakes and accusations. She was supposed to meet Caroline and Bonnie for a girls' night in half an hour.
"...and when you sent that letter that was just unforgivable!" Stefan was yelling at Damon when Elena tuned back in.
"What letter?" Damon said. He was much more chilled out than Stefan, even choosing to sit next to Elena and put an arm around her shoulder.
"Don't pretend you don't know," Stefan said bitterly. He had his arms crossed, and Elena saw his muscles flex when she didn't make a move to remove Damon's arm from around her shoulder.
Elena didn't know what to do. Right now her relationships with both of the brothers were borderline mysteries. Damon was always teasing her and joking around with her like they were best friends, but he also sometimes showed up in her room late at night to talk. Elena sometimes thought he was going to kiss her again, and she knew that, if she tried, she wouldn't protest. But Stefan... Ugh. Stefan was just confusing. Sometimes he was willing to risk anything - be it his, Elena's, or even Damon's lives - to get rid of Klaus, and sometimes he swore to Elena that he really was trying.
"Sorry, Stef." Damon shrugged, leaving his arm where it was around Elena. "No clue what letter you're talking about."
"You're despicable," Stefan finally said. He turned and used vampire speed to zip off to his room or the Grill or God-knows-where.
"You shouldn't do stuff like that in front of Stefan," was all Elena said. She stood up, letting Damon's arm fall off of her shoulder.
Damon looked completely innocent as he said, very convincingly, "What'd I do?"
"You know what you did." Elena left the living room and dug through the closet by the door for her coat. Damon leaned against the wall with his arms crossed as he watched her search until she finally had it. His expression was enfuriating, but at the same time nothing new. "Well I'm going to meet up with Caroline and Bonnie." She shut the door.
"Aw." Damon pouted. "Do you have to go? Just tell Witchie and Blondie something came up."
Elena shook her head and sighed, "Sorry, Damon. I need a girls' night desperately. Especially since you're always starting stuff like that with Stefan."
"Well I hate to see you go." Damon sighed and shook his head as he opened the door and Elena stepped outside. As she walked down the sidewalk, he called after her, "But I love watching you leave!" He smirked as she turned around, her mouth in a surprised O.
"Not necessary, Damon!" she yelled back to him, and she walked backwards the rest of the way to her car.
"Impolite to Stare"
Damon was at Mystic Falls's latest festivity, which was, as usual, at Mayor Lockwood's mansion. He was so sick of all of these parties (Mystic Falls seemed to have a new get together every other week) that he almost didn't come tonight, but he knew how bad Elena's track record was for parties, dances, and the like. He stood at the bar with Liz, chatting about the whole Alaric situation, and watching Elena from across the yard.
She was wearing a body-hugging ivory dress and had her hair curled. To some she probably looked like Katherine, but to Damon she just looked like Elena with a different hairdo. He couldn't keep his eyes away from her as she laughed with Caroline.
"Please tell me that's not who I think it is," Liz suddenly whispered to Damon. Damon tore his eyes away from Elena to see the most unliked of the Original family climbing up the hill.
Rebekah was smirking in a way that had Damon knowing she was up to something, and her eyes glinted as she winked at him. Kol barely glanced at Damon or the sheriff, instead looking around at the menu - otherwise known as the guests. And, of course, Klaus. Rebekah and Kol sauntered off to entertain themselves, while Klaus approached a furious-looking Damon and a now-tense Sheriff Forbes.
"Hello, Mr. Salvatore," Klaus said immediately, nodding in greeting at Damon and Liz. He looked around the party suddenly. "Oh, is Stefan not attending this festivity?"
"Afraid not," Damon replied. Stressed with the outlook of the night, Damon finished his drink and sent a quick glance over to Elena, who was watching Rebekah warily. "What are you doing here, Klaus?"
"I just came to celebrate with my townspeople," Klaus said innocently. But he smiled as a new group walked in. Hybrids. At least twenty of them. Now Damon knew Klaus had something up his sleeve. "Nice talking with you, Damon." Klaus turned to Liz and brought her hand to his lips. "Liz." He then turned and walked towards Caroline and Elena. Damon saw Elena stiffen as Klaus neared them, but soon was left alone as he pulled Caroline to the dance floor.
Damon wasn't happy Klaus had approached Elena that way, but he knew Elena was better off with Klaus if she had Caroline at her side than she was standing alone with two other Originals roaming. And he just knew deep down Klaus was up to something, and it wouldn't be Klaus unless it had something to do with Elena's blood.
Damon grimaced as he put back another drink. Of course, he thought, he would fall in love with the freaking doppelganger.
When Elena saw Damon approaching her she looked relieved. Her shoulders visibly relaxed and Damon saw her let out a breath she'd been holding. Damon needed to spend the rest of the night by her side for her safety, but he wasn't going to say that to her and freak her out. He figured the least he could do was make it seem like a carefree night, while still keeping his eyes peeled for the Mikaelsons or any Hybrids.
"You know," Damon said, coming to stand beside Elena, "my aunt always told me it was impolite to stare. So what do you say we dance?"
Elena said nothing for a moment, but finally hooked her arm with Damon's and said, "You never told me you had an aunt."
"Two, actually." Damon smirked as he pulled Elena towards the dance floor. He put his right hand in hers, placed his left carefully at her lower back, and they began to sway. "And you should hear about my cousins. They were a hoot."
For the rest of the night Damon and Elena danced and talked and, even though Damon knew the night would end in bloodshed, it was one of the best of his life.