AN: This one is from Alaric's POV. As far as I know, no one told him that Stefan was back on the good stuff, so he doesn't know why Stef isn't there. And, of course, he still hates Damon with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
Warnings: Language. Alaric just looks like the kind of guy to swear in private, don't cha think?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries
No Idea
"I have no idea." I answer Jenna. Because I don't have one fucking clue what Elena is doing dancing with the bastard who murdered my wife, her mother. But she is. She's dancing with him and staring into his eyes and smiling a little smile. It makes me sick. I am disgusted with the thought that she would even let him touch her.
Her eyes never leave his and there is something elusive dancing in their chocolate depths. What the hell could she be thinking? What on earth could make this, this atrocity okay? What could he have done to make her smile at him with that unnamable emotion in her eyes?
My eyes slide down from the traitorous smile gracing her lips to the necklace around her throat. She's still wearing her vervain. Damon hasn't compelled her to do this. She's chosen to of her own free will. Damn her.
My eyes dart around the open courtyard. Where is Stefan? Why is he allowing this travesty to continue? He hates his brother nearly as much as I do. And he loves Elena far too much to watch her in the arms of another man; especially his twisted and depraved brother. So why isn't he here? Why isn't he rushing forward to pull his lover from his brother's arms? Why isn't he killing Damon for touching his girl in such an intimate manner?
The music stops and they separate. Thank god. I was this close to losing it and making a scene. She's still staring at him, though, with that stupid little smile. It makes my blood boil. And he's staring at her too. And my burning rage quickly becomes molten. Because there is love shinning in his eyes.
What gives this monster the right to love anyone? What gives him the right to be happy when I can't because he took my wife away from me? What gives him the right to fall in love with the daughter of the woman he killed?
Bile rises in my throat but I force it down so Jenna won't ask what's wrong. My hands find themselves clenched into tight fists. Suddenly it all slides into place. That unnamable emotion lurking in Elena's eyes as she danced with the fiend is obvious now. She loves him. She loves the beast that took every thing from me. She loves him.
Sonuvabitch…