AN: Bonnie's up. Her best friend's dancing with the man responsible, in her eye's at least, for her grandmother's death. She is not well pleased….
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"Miss Elena Gilbert escorted by Mr. Stefan Salvatore." That's what the MC had claimed. But it's Damon holding Elena's hand as he guides her to their place on the dance floor. My stomach flops. Damon Salvatore, the monster that my Grams died to save. It meant nothing. Damon's damned love wasn't even in the tomb. Grams died for nothing.
The dance begins and Elena can't take her eyes of the vicious fiend in front of her. Their palms hover inches apart, so much closer than any of the other contestants. Small smiles pull at the corners of their lips.
No.
The dance changes and Damon wraps his murderous hand around Elena's naïve one. His other metaphorically bloodstained hand presses against her back, drawing her closer to him. And Elena goes, stepping in his eternally dark embrace. They're closer than the others still. But they don't notice. Neither of them has even as much as blinked since the dance began. Elena's warm chocolate eyes staring, lost, in Damon's icy blues.
He leads her through the steps effortlessly, more familiar with the dance than any mere mortal could ever understand. He was there when it was invented after all. Elena follows with a grace born through trust. She trusts him.
Their auras flare in time together, pulsating with shared emotion. Affection, trust, intimacy, desire, love.
No.
Oh, god. I'm going to be sick. I don't want to see this. I don't want to know this.
The dance ends and they step away from each other, but they still don't look away. Damon's cruel smirk has been replaced by a smile of genuine adoration. Elena's soft smile practically screams her feelings. This cannot be happening. They can't do this. They can't feel this. It's…it's…wrong!
Damon is a cold hearted, brutal killer. He can't love. And he certainly can't love my best friend. Elena is too smart to fall for the bad boy. She always has been. Why can't she see through Damon's nice act to the sadistic monster underneath? She can't love him. She loves Stefan. Stefan is safer. Stefan is…less monstrous than his brother. Stefan is almost a decent human being. She has to love Stefan.
But Damon does love Elena. Honestly and truly loves her.
And Elena does love Damon. Honestly and foolishly loves him.
Auras don't lie. Even if they never admit it to themselves or each other, they're in love. Helplessly, eternally, hopelessly in love.
The world tilt on its axis and everything falls down. My best friend is in love with a murderer. With two murderers. I've lost her. She'll never choose me over her Salvatore brothers. And they are hers now. Utterly, completely, hers.
I told her I wouldn't make her choose. Now I don't have to. There isn't even a choice for her. Who the hell am I to get in the way of this twisted threesome they're becoming? Now the only choice left is how involved with it I'm willing to become.