And now you're gonna miss me, I know you're gonna miss me, I guarantee you miss me; because you changed the way you kiss me.- Example; Changed the way you kiss me.
"Elena" Stefan said again, his voice strained.
Elena didn't reply, all she wanted to do way burry her head into Damon's back and breathe in his familiar scent, hiding from the world. But she couldn't. No, she had to face the music. They'd been caught in the act so to speak, this was it; this was the moment that she was going to have to choose, they moment that she had been delaying for so long was finally here. She was so afraid, even more afraid than she'd been the night that she had died.
She wanted Damon to put her down, she had to face the music, face Stefan and take the consequences. She tried to pull out of Damon's grip but he kept his arm securely around her, He was standing completely still, frozen like a statue and Elena could tell that he was staring at Stefan, probably giving him a death glare. All three of them were completely silent, none of them really knew what to say; I mean what does one say at a moment like this; Sorry Stefan but I seem to have fallen in love with your brother? It just sounded so lame, so weak.
Damon finally released his grip on her and placed her back on her feet, positioning her so she was behind him, shielding her from Stefan, as if he was protecting his mate. The silence continued, almost deafening in its harshness. The only thing that could be heard was the tick of the clock in the background. Damon was the first to break the silence.
"Well, this is an interesting situation we have found ourselves in"
"Damon" Stefan growled "What were you doing to my girlfriend?"
"She's not your anything brother" Damon growled back
"What and you think she's yours? Seriously Damon? It's exactly the same as it was with Catherine, sure you're good for fun and laughs but in the long run, the women will never choose you. You're just not reliable enough for a relationship. You can never be what Elena needs, she needs me, you're never going to win her Damon"
Damon's fists clenched, she could see his nails digging into his palms, drawing drops of his dark red blood. Elena wanted to do nothing better than to just kiss his cheek, whisper in his ear that it would be okay, tell him that she would love him forever, only him.
"I may not be reliable, but at least I know how to show the woman I love a good time, at least I know how to show them life to show them what love should be like, not just the dull approximation you show them"
"I love Elena with all my heart, love that someone like you could never understand" He spoke to Elena next "Elena, do you really think he loves you, seriously? This is Damon we're talking about, he lives in the darkness Elena, he's evil"
Elena didn't respond, her blood boiling at Stefan's words, the poisonous lies he was trying to spin her. How dare he say that Damon didn't love her, how dare he imply that Damon could not love, when Damon had shown her more love in the past couple of days, than Stefan had shown her in their whole relationship. Little lovely love? That didn't mean anything, that wasn't love. It was like the love between a father and his daughter, not the raw passion she craved. Not the possessive, angry, crazy love that existed between her and Damon.
"Don't" Damon uttered in a way that sent danger alarms wailing in Elena's head "Don't say that I don't love Elena. You may be right about some things Stefan, but on this you are so unbelievably wrong" Damon spat the words at Stefan, his voice lowered to a dangerous rasp.
Elena noticed that Damon and Stefan were standing nose to nose now, exactly the same height, Damon slighter and leaner than Stefan. Their eyes were locked on one another and Elena knew they were going to brawl, even before the first punch was thrown, she could see it in their eyes. Cold fury was clouding everything for them both. Elena felt a gut wrenching sadness at this, how she'd ripped them apart even more, where Catherine had already split the seams, Elena had finished then job and torn them completely apart.
Stefan threw the first punch, putting the full force of his weight behind the punch, slamming Damon backwards. Damon didn't even feel it, he grabbed Stefan by the throat, lifted him up and threw him against the wall, where Stefan crumpled to the ground. Damon quickly flew up to him and jumped him, slamming his fists into Stefan, making the ground shake with the force of his punches. Damon lifted him up again and threw him against the stairs; Elena heard the wood splinter beneath Stefan. She saw the cold fury in his eyes and she knew at that moment, that if she did not stop Damon, he would kill Stefan, kill him and not even think about it. She could not let that happen. Not let the brothers do that to each other again. Destroy their already fragmented relationship beyond repair.
"Damon! Damon, stop!"
He paid no attention, just kept slamming his fists into Stefan's already bruised and bloody face.
"Damon! Come on Damon, please? You don't have to do this, you don't have to kill him, he's your brother Damon! Please? Please, just stop!"
Damon paused mid-punch, and then slumped, shoulders slouched and head bowed. He looked so tired and just so defeated that Elena's heart broke. He staggered down the last few stairs then collapsed at the bottom, knees to his chest and his head tilted back on the wall, eyes shut. She saw the pain in his face, the pain and sadness that clouded his beautiful features. She glanced quickly at Stefan, who was out cold on the stairs, his face swollen and bruised. She walked over to Damon and kneeled in front of him, placing a kiss on his forehead and stroking his hair, he leaned into her and she wrapped her arms around his slight frame. He buried his head into her neck, hiding himself from the world. They sat like that for what seemed like hours; Elena cradling Damon, who had his head nestled into her neck. He eventually pulled away and looked her in the eyes.
"I'm sorry" He whispered, sounding like the lost, little boy that Elena knew deep down he still was.
"It's okay Damon. I'm proud of you. You could have killed him but you didn't. You did so well Damon"
He stood and walked over to Stefan, wincing as he saw the damage he had caused him. He lifted him up and carried him up the stairs, placing him on the bed when they reached Stefan's room. Elena, who had followed him up the stairs, slipped her hand into his as they stood there surveying the damage done to Stefan. Elena couldn't block out the feeling that all this was her fault; she was the one who had driven the brothers to this; drove them to hurt each other.
"Do you think some of my blood would help him?" She questioned Damon tentatively.
"Yes, it would help"
"I'll give him some then- just enough to cure his injuries"
Damon nodded then brought their joined hands to his lips, where he kissed Elena's wrist then sank his fangs in, drawing two perfect drops of blood. Elena kneeled next to the bed, by Stefan's head and positioned her wrist above his mouth, angling it so that to blood dripped in. The effect was almost instantaneous, the cuts on Stefan's face started to close up and he started to suck her wrist, sinking his fangs in, Elena gave an involuntary gasp of pain, which caused Damon to lock his eyes upon Stefan in a repeat of his earlier death glare.
Stefan started to regain consciousness and Elena tried to pry her wrist away from him, which just caused Stefan to grab it and latch his lips onto it even harder. A low growl erupted from Damon's chest and he walked up to Elena grabbed her wrist precisely and pried it away from Stefan's lips, which caused Stefan to moan in protest.
Now Stefan was waking, Damon saw no point in waiting by his side like a concerned mother. The way Damon saw it, after today, his and Stefan's relationship was over, done. He'd had it up to here with Stefan's whiney-ass attitude and general patheticness. He was over it. Over trying to have a normal relationship with Stefan, not that he'd really craved one. No, it had always been Stefan who had followed him, trying to fit in with him, not getting it that Damon wasn't even slightly interested in anything to do with Stefan, well, anything but Elena. Her, he was definitely interested in.
He slumped on his bed, kicked his shoes off then pulled the blankets up over his head, creating his own world between the sheets. He closed his eyes and his life seemed to flash around his head; his mother becoming ill after giving birth to Stefan and dyeing a few years later, going to university and discovering the demon drink, gambling and women, he saw Catherine, the first time they had ever met, he saw Catherine and Stefan holding hands looking like the perfect couple. He saw himself murdering Stefan and then saw Stefan ram his blade through his heart. He saw the years and years that he'd been completely lost, just living in the moment, drinking and dancing the years away, while secretly dying inside. He then saw him and Elena and all their time together. He saw himself die again, his and Elena's last moments together.
He was exhausted, he was upset and he was done, at least for today anyway. All he wanted to do was let sleep claim him, let the blackness drag him into its velvety depths; Damon had always felt most comfortable in darkness, he revelled in it. He gave a last sigh, then drifted off into a dreamless sleep.