i know you hate me.
But you will love me.
After this chapter.
After days and weeks of setting it all out, (although it's after the premiere, I assumed you wouldn't mind considering that there is only, like, three chapters left) I had my first couple of days of school, got caught up in the work, but still devoted myself to this. Why? Because I love you, and DE. and "The Return"? Beautiful, magnificent premiere episode.
This is rated... T? Like, just make sure you are mature enough to understand it, it doesn't do anything TOO bad, but believe me, I was so entirely TEMPTED.
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Elena felt her grip on the steering wheel begin to tighten as the thoughts of Damon ran through her head, seducing her, lulling her into his dark, jacketed arms as he took her from the world...
Elena could only imagine, which infuriated her. The idle idea that Damon hadn't felt for her intertwined with her thoughts, angering her and scaring her briefly. If he hadn't felt for her... if he left because he didn't want to hurt her by revealing that fact...
Elena bit her lip and shook her head as her throat constricted against the thought.
Elena hadn't known when she had fallen for Damon, hell, she didn't know she had until an hour ago when Stefan had pointed it out.
With Stefan, Elena had felt an immediate pull towards him, and he reciprocated enthusiastically. It had worked perfectly, they meshed and became comfortable with each other within only days, they truly felt the instant attraction. And when Elena was with Stefan, she felt key in someone's survival. She knew that... that Stefan needed her.
A stray tear fell down Elena's cheek, she was entirely uncertain if she could go through this. She bit down harder on her lip which resulted in more crying.
With Damon... he made her feel sexy, independent, strong, even though she was certain that he could kill her in the blink of an eye. He still looked to her as an equal, as a friend, as his only friend.
She pulled the car to the side of the road, then, deeming herself not fit to drive. She slammed her fist on the steering wheel, which resulted in a very impolite honking noise. She didn't even mind for a moment, she didn't see where she was, didn't want to see. She was pulled into the darkness that had fallen around her, it was irresistable. She felt one with the night, alone, and scared. No one could see her, no one could find her, she was simply lost in the eternal skies of the everlasting universe.
Elena nearly jumped out of her seat when her car door was opened. She looked out the window with wild eyes, letting out a startled gasp.
Blue eyes met tear stained brown eyes, and Elena certainly wasn't afraid anymore.
Damon reached into the car, unbuckled her seatbelt quickly, then had her in his arms in the smallest of moments. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, and he, in result, pulled her body closer to him, sheilding her from what was hiding in the darkness. What it was, she did not know, but it was danger.
Strangely, only months before she would have classified Damon as exactly that; danger. But there she was, nestled in his arms, as he protected her from the harsh realities of the world.
He would be damned if he had to see the world do this to her.
But doing this... it just made Damon's job harder...
'I failed in a... feeble attempt at the right thing'
He would do the right thing this time. Not for Stefan, not for anyone else in this damn town, but for Elena. He had to, he couldn't live with himself if he didn't.
But with her in his arms, feeling so soft, and feeble, and so incredibly warm, Damon savored the moment, realizing with dejection that this was the last time it would ever happen...
She murmered a soft "thank you" against his throat, her breath causing the hairs on his neck to stand up. He shuddered in reply and Elena shut her eyes and contentment.
When Elena felt her hair go back rapidly, wind falling on her face, all of the air released from her lungs.
Soon, the air became less cold and harsh, and the wind had stopped. When she re-opened her eyes, she was laying in the Salvatore parlor, on the couch. She looked around rapidly for Damon, wondering where he had gone. Her eyes immediately went to his bar, where he was sitting with a glass of an amber liquid pressed against his forehead.
Elena watched him for a moment, completely aware of the fact that he was conscious of her staring. A small smile formed on her lips as she recognized his pattern, putting the glass to his forehead as he always did. Her smile soon fell when she realized that he only put the glass to his head when he was stressed, or angry, or did something he regretted.
Elena swallowed slowly, then averted her eyes. Putting a clammy hand to her head, she stood abruptly and pulled her body across the room, facing him.
He turned slowly, finally acknowledging her presence, and what Elena saw broke her heart into a million pieces.
Tears ran down his face, and he clenched his jaw after looking at her. He turned his head back towards the fireplace, "Yes?" he whispered, heart-broken at what he would have to do, very very soon...
Elena averted her gaze to the couch, finally taking notice to some very suspicious looking duffle bags, "...you're leaving?" Elena whispered brokenly.
"What gave you the hint?" Damon bit out sarcastically, taking a swig of his bourbon.
"And are you coming back?" Elena breathed, dreading the answer.
"Yes." Damon hesitated, but answered softly.
"...good," Elena muttered with a sigh, "so is this goodbye?"
"It would seem so" Damon conceded, his soul tearing at the seams.
Elena tried to calm her nerves, think of something appropriate to say in their situation, but there was truly nothing she could say that would sum it up suitably. She then lifted her shaking hand towards his face, slowly stroking his jaw with her thumb.
He savored her touch for a moment, registering it to his memory, and instead of leaning into her hand as he wished he could, he pulled away abruptly.
"Damon..." Elena whispered, unsure of what else to say. She tried to hide her pain at the fact that he pulled away, but would not be wavered. She pulled away quickly, trying to hide her embarrassement.
Before Damon knew what he was doing, he grabbed her hand, whispering, "No..."
Elena looked up at him in shock, and she felt him pull her hand back to his face. Elena shook with pleasure and fear, and smiled with nervous satisfaction.
Damon wasn't entirely sure why he had done that, but he was guessing it was a part of him that... that still wanted to be the bad guy, the bad brother.
The one that didn't deserve Elena.
That was his plan, be the good one for once and let Elena be with Stefan, he had to, he just... had to. To show he was worthy of her affection, but not worthy enough. Never worthy enough. His plan was simple, be horrible to her, rude, deny that anything had happened, but he couldn't.
So he was going to masochistic route.
Her hand found it's way to his hair, and she massaged his head softly, "Damon..." she whispered again, completely and utterly joyous. But in the joy was an eternal sadness that was intertwined thickly, impossible to remove.
Damon painfully stood up, and walked over to the fireplace, draping his arms on the head of it and laying his head against the cool exterior of the wood. Elena, confused, walked over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, in a feeble attempt to stick to his initial plan.
"Damon," Elena breathed, "Damon, please, talk to me-"
"There's nothing to talk about" Damon uttered, not facing her.
"Don't give me that!" Elena retorted, defiant, "Don't pretend that what happened back there was-"
"a mistake," Damon hissed, turning his head towards her suddenly, trying to conceal his pain. But Elena saw right through his facade. She would not give up on him, she just wouldn't.
Damon walked away then, roughly grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his shoulders. Elena couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles moved under his jacket, causing a ripple of excitement through her body. "Wait," she whispered.
He froze then, unable to turn her simple request away. Instead of a reply, he simply turned to her, his eyes questioning, filled with painful accusation.
"In my car," Elena began, uncertain of where she was going with this, "there is a box... can you go get it?"
"What?" Damon questioned rudely, utterly confound by her odd request.
"Please, Damon, I was going to bring it in... Could you please get it and come back?" She mumbled, and uncomfortable blush rising to her cheeks.
Damon, with his brows knit together in confusion, nodded swiftly. In a moment, he was back, holding the box. Instead of looking at Elena, he was staring down at the box, or rather, what was inside the box.
Elena walked over to him slowly, gauging his reaction.
"...Elena, what..." He whispered, questioning why she had wanted this.
Elena was standing in front of him, then, completely unafraid. This was Damon. She wouldn't give up on him.
She grabbed the confederacy jacket that was folded in the box, then unfolded it and laid it on the couch gingerly. She took the box from his hands, then, and placed it on the ground, "May I see it on?" Elena whispered, motioning to the confederacy jacket.
Damon gazed at her, watching her fearless form. Sure, there was trepidation in her request, but she knew Damon, and she knew there was nothing to be afraid of, nothing too forward. He nodded softly, and began to remove his jacket, when Elena stopped him.
"No..." she whispered, watching the planes of his broad chest, before bringing her eyes back to his.
Damon opened his mouth to inquire what she had intended to do, when she lifted her small, shaking hands to his jacket, and started to slowly slide it off his shoulders. Damon shook like a small child, unsure and afraid, yet so very happy. For the first time in over 145 years, Damon was entirely happy, euphoric. But, there was always pain with his pleasure, as every rose had it's thorn.
Elena's small hands lingered on his arms as she slid his jacket off, caressing the outlines of his muscles as she did so. Damon watched her, joy shining brightly in his eyes, but fear as well. The jacket fell to the ground with a thud, but Elena's arms did not move from his arms, his chest, his perfectly chiseled body, yet she continued with their intimate situation, unable to help herself.
She turned her eyes to the box on the floor, then lifted white cloth from it. His grass stained, torn, dirtied white tank was in Elena's hands, and she fiddled with in innocently. She brought her eyes back to his and raised her elegantly arched eybrows, her eyes filled with a challenge.
Damon merely nodded, understanding what she meant and swallowing back a cry of victory and pleasure.
Elena placed the tank on the chair next to the jacket, then thumbed the hem of his black john vervatos shirt. She began to innocently, yet even more so sensually, raise his shirt above his head. Her soft hands moved slowly over his body, as Damon was revealed to her. The fire light had cast long shadows and curves over his body, making him even more irrisistable to her. He was like a drug to her.
So wonderful.
But it would be the death of her.
And for that small moment, she didn't mind. Damon was standing there, trying desperately to replace his look of vulnerability with one of bravery and cockiness. It was a sad attempt, and instead of smiling at it or glaring at it, Elena simple looked into his eyes as if it was the last time she would ever see them...
They were darker around the edges, and as you rounded the pupil, they became excruciatingly beautiful, the lightest blue Elena had ever seen. Elena fell into their icy depths and drowned in everything that was Damon.
Damon silently gazed back, absorbing her irresistable eyes. They were the lightest brown; warm, yet so bright with fervent intensity that lit Damon's soul on fire. There were small specks of the most golden topaz he'd ever seen, but became infinitely darker as they reached the edges, blending wonderfully.
Damon had done many kinky things with women, some happily married, some dating younger men. But this, this was something else...
Damon had never experienced anything more frightening and magnificent in his unbearable existence.
He stood there, shaking slightly, then clenched his jaw and swallowed back the words he wanted to whisper in her ear so terribly, to murmer to her appreciatively until she believed them.
I love you.
And how he did.
Elena brought a trembling hand to the couch, not being able to tear her gaze away from Damon's beautiful body, getting lost in the essence of his soul. She bit back on her tongue, holding back the words that had never seemed to mean as much as in that moment.
I love you.
And she truly did. Her hand, after much wandering, found the dirtied tank, and she unfolded it slowly.
Damon looked at it breifly, not being able to bear the last thoughts of when he had worn it, of how he had been sitting at the trunk of a tree in 1864, watching as Stefan took away the heart of the only person he had ever loved.
But looking at Elena, although he had previously tried to, he didn't see Katherine anymore.
Somewhere along the line, Damon had started seeing Elena, and stopped seeing Katherine, although he had searched for Katherine. But it was useless. So, he stopped looking.
She cleared her throat softly, politely, "arms up," she murmured kindly, staring him directly in the eyes, no trace of fear to be found.
Damon did as she instructed for the first time in his entire, pitiful existance, and she slid the tank over his head quickly, pausing breifly when it was about to fall on his stomach. Elena sighed softly, longingly, looking over it once more, and he pulled the tank the rest of the way down.
Elena blinked then, being brought back into the present. She looked over him approvingly, and smiled the softest of smiles. She reached over the couch quickly and found his blue-grey jacket. She then walked around him, to his back, her fingernails leaving a trail of electricity where it made contact with his bare skin. She pulled the smooth cloth over his arms, after quickly absorbing his special aroma.
She could still smell the cinnamon.
Elena walked over approvingly to look at her work. The sight made her gasp slightly, air suddenly unavailable. Standing there, in his old uniform, with an elegant beauty about him, Elena uncovered and found what she had searched for so diligently.
She found Damon.
She found who he used to be, soft and vulnerable, yet strong, and loyal. his loyalty new no bounds; time, nor distance could affect him. Not when it came to love. And when Elena realized her triumph, she couldn't bear the severe happiness.
She brought him back.
Damon's eyes were lit with a radiant joy, and he smiled a true, genuine smile at Elena.
That was her smile.
Elena smiled back, tears forming in her eyes. She swallowed a rather large lump that had risen in her throat, and she gasped out, a chuckle and sob mixed as one. Damon stepped over to her in a moment, his face revealing concern and anxiousness.
Damon then couldn't resist the urge, bringing his hand up to cup Elena's cheek, using his thumb to gingerly wipe away her tears.
Elena looked back up to him in shock, and was met with an equal expression of surprise.
Elena felt her resolve start to slip, as she realized she began to close the distance, her eyes slipping shut.
Damon watched her, as she gave in and accepted her feelings, no longer denying them. That, to Damon, was the most captivating thing he had ever seen. And for a moment, Damon leaned too, feeling his heart start to reassemble itself, piece by piece as he got closer to her lips, inch by inch...
'No, no, NO!' Damon internally screamed, his initial plan paralyzing him with shock and defiance. Damon pulled away harshly, walking to the bar and running his fingers through his hair, feeling the urge to tear it out.
Elena's face held shock and hurt for a moment, then an undeniable anger was aroused within her, and her flame was re-lit.
"What the hell? I come here, show you exactly how I feel and you reject me!" Elena yelled, incredulous.
Damon pulled back around towards her, stalking over to the fireplace, facing away from her the entire time. He wouldn't be able to bear seeing those sad eyes, "I don't feel the same way" Damon bit out cruelly, "this means nothing to me."
Elena swallowed, not letting the Damon she had seen just moments before slip away from her, "you could've fooled me" Elena scoffed coldly.
Damon didn't face her, he wouldn't be able to control himself, "You're just another-"
"Katherine?" Elena choked out, on the verge of tears, "you think I'm just another Katherine?"
"Yes" Damon murmered unapologetically, though his eyes might have decieved him.
"That's a lie" Elena replied, her bravery faltering a bit, but her confidence not shaking, "that is not true and you know it. Damon, why did you save me from the car crash?" Elena asked to no avail, recieving a cold silence, "Why didn't you kill me in the middle of the night, when you had every opportunity to? Why did you replace my vervain necklace, when you could have compelled me to have done anything, be anything? Why did you step in for Stefan, when you could have left me to embarass myself? Why did you help me get Stefan back? Why did you help protect me, and this town? Why-"
"Because!" Damon barked, swinging towards her with a feirce anger. He should have known all of his walls would have crumbled when he saw her frightened look. He stopped, and simply gathered his breath, and crushed the mantle of the fireplace to keep from losing control.
Elena let one tear fall, "Why don't you want to be with me?"
Damon met her look of pure anguish with one of his own; all of her miseries in the world were Damon's miseries, and he felt each and every one as she did. He wasn't just a friend of hers, he was a part of her. A living, breathing organ that held her heart and love with no rival, not even Stefan. He held her fire.
On days like these, when Damon could see Elena's flame, it would usually burn him, burn him to his core. It scorched him inside, but for once, he welcomed it.
"You have to be with... S-Stefan. Allow me the pleasure, Miss Elena Gilbert, of showing that I am worthy of your affections. Go be with him, because I don't deserve it-"
"No." Elena whispered, her heart shattered into a million pieces by the devestating thought that she couldn't be with him.
"Elena, I know," Damon muttured, his voice cracking, "I know that you love him. And I know, more than that, that he needs you. Please, Elena, I want to be the better person. I want to be the good brother. Just once." Damon begged whole-heartedly.
Elena absorbed what he was saying, allowing more tears to escape, her heart pulsating and rocking her frame as she realized that this was goodbye.
"But can you allow me one thing?" Damon questioned, his eyes averting to the ground.
Elena nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting with hope, "Anything" she ensured.
"Would you allow me... would you allow me to show you how I feel for you. I would never be able to forgive myself if I let you leave without knowing..."
Elena nodded to him, and his eyes finally lifted to hers as she whispered, "okay."
He walked to her still, sobbing form, and he grabbed her hand softly, cautiously. He began with a shaky breath;
"I love your hands, because they are so small and fragile, yet so strong and powerful" Damon whispered, running his lips along her knuckles, hearing Elena's heart accelerate.
He reached further up her arm, "I love your shoulders, they hold the weight of the world, yet don't falter under the pressure" He stepped behind her, his body molding into hers as he pressed his lips down on both of her shoulders.
Damon's nose trailed along the sides of her shoulders until it reached it's new destination, right along her collarbone, "I love your neck, so long, seductive and proud. Not to mention entirely entoxicating" Damon nuzzled his lips on her neck, having his hunger under control, and allowing his tongue to graze over her exposed skin. Elena gasped softly, her legs buckling under her. As she fell, Damon pulled away and ran his arm over her body and swept her into his arms before she hit the ground. Damon paid a small notice to the almost bruise looking blotch appearing on her neck, the blood rising to it.
Damon set her on the tall chair of bar, and rather than releasing her, he remained hold on her leg, "I love your legs, so sexy and long, entirely skinny" Damon brought his lips to her thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along the skin under her dangerously tight and short shorts.
Damon looked up to Elena then, his eyes decieving him and showing the fear and caution he was trying desperately to hide.
Damon swung up close to her face, his lips just an inch away from Elena's, and he ducked to the side of her head, "I love your ears, you manage to hear things I don't say..." Damon whispered huskily into her ear, trailing off to nibble on the lobe, graze his tongue along the inside. Elena let out a shaky breath, goosebumps raising on her flesh.
Damon lifted his head towards the top of her head, "I love your mind, so independent, free and accepting" He brushed his lips across her forehead, soft as a butterfly's wing lightly grazing your flesh. But he had no reason to be fearful, no reason to be afraid or cautious. But he was. He was afraid, and cautious, and undeniably human, because she did that to him.
"I love your eyes," Damon whispered against her, Elena shutting her eyes in contentment and Damon taking the golden opportunity to lightly kiss her eye-lids, "I love your eyes because you see me, like no one else does"
"I love your little dimple, because I only see it when you smile at me" Damon murmers, finding her hidden dimple and pecking it softly, smiling.
"And... I love..." Damon trails off, because he's looking into her eyes now, and nothing else in the world matters but her. Nothing in the world could compare to the feeling he has when she stares at him with those forgiving, warm eyes. All those years, he mocked Stefan for his need to feel human, because that was taken from them.
But truly, Damon needed humanity as much as he needed Elena to bring it out in him.
Damon fell into the heat of her eyes, seeing the best of himself inside of them, seeing his humanity.
He leaned closer to those lips, as she did so as well.
His humanity was so close, all he had to do was...
Their lips made contact.
Suddenly there was an uncovered rubble, the earth shook with fire and intensity and passion that knew no bounds, an eternal emotion. There was pain and happiness and greif and passion and love, love that rivaled no other. The fire spread through Elena's entire body as his lips barely brushed hers, and she felt like a flame, burning alive.
Damon tried to pull away, just a little bit, but he had already had a taste of temptation, of the forbidden fruit, he couldn't resist more.
Elena and Damon deepened the kiss, Elena, sitting up in her chair, putting incredible force on Damon's body, as if she wasn't close enough. Her hands lingered feebly at the side of his face, and desire pulsed through her and took inevitable control. Elena's hands began to claw their way up to Damon's hair, running her fingers through his incredibly soft, thick locks.
Damon had placed one of his hands on the small of Elena's back, one at her waist, but he impulsively wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her legs around his waist, standing himself upright with Elena everywhere around him. All Damon could see, breathe, taste, was Elena. She was everywhere, his heart, his thoughts, his soul, she always came to haunt him and mock him with what he would never have.
Elena opened her mouth in acceptance and passion, kissing him with an unidentifiable amount of eagerness. Her mouth moved furiously against his, roughly, running her tongue seductively along his bottom lip and nibbling on it playfully.
Damon pushed her against the wall, and although with force, she didn't feel a thing. The only thing she could feel was Damon, and the fact that she wanted more. Elena opened her mouth so Damon had full access.
Damon ran his tongue swiftly into Elena's mouth, intertwining his tongue with hers and tasting what Damon had always imagined heaven to be.
But with their happiness was a pain; the final pain of acceptance, that once dawn rose that the light would fill their dark world. Their world in which they, the king and queen of darkness, could capture and destroy, watching it burn along with all of their troubles and realize that they wouldn't rather be by anyone elses side to watch the world end.
Damon tasted like cinnamon, as Elena imagined, but she could taste the pain, and the lust, and the desolation that rolled off of Damon in waves.
Damon could taste Elena, and she tasted better than any blood could ever possibly taste. She tasted like the sweetest, finest chocolate that left a warmth and sweetness lingering in your mouth. But, she also tasted of betrayal, it stung through her and left a bitter aftertaste.
But Damon didn't mind.
And Elena didn't mind.
For once in their lives, they felt as if they belonged. They were left in a world in which no one understood their pain and sadness, their heartache and misery. They finally found someone who lit a fight, and passion, and happiness that had no counterpart.
So Elena groaned in accepting satisfaction, and ecstacy as Damon grinded against her, his lips moving in infuriatingly passionate synchronization with hers. Elena moved her hips along with him, her legs becoming even tighter as she tried and utterly failed at trying to minimize excitement. Eventually, she gave up and pulled Damon's hair towards the couch.
Without a second thought, Damon moved faster than even a vampire could, Elena's lips giving him an intense adrenaline rush, and laid her on the couch with frenzied lasciviousness. He pushed her into the couch cushions, her back arching with pleasure as another moan escaped her mouth, her neck pulling back in orgasmic exultation. Damon's mouth moved to Elena's neck, but the last thing on his mind was feeding. He nibbled on the flesh and grazed his tongue wildly across her skin. It wasn't enough, he needed more. He needed to feel her body against his, no clothing providing a barrier...
Elena couldn't stand it, she needed more, as well. She needed to see him. She didn't pull away from the kiss, but began to push the jacket off his broad shoulders. She let it fall to the ground with an ungraceful thud, then pulled herself on top of him, pushing Damon farther into the couch.
They were evenly matched, so it seemed. In the eternal fight for dominance, for love, they fought each other, loved each other, protected each other with an equality that took their breaths away.
Elena laid on top of him, rubbing her thighs madly along his waist, kissing him with an unearthed passion that had been sleeping her entire life.
Damon then took the opportunity to flip her upwards, wrapping her legs around his waist once again, and pushing her into the arm rest. Damon's mouth pulled away and he grazed his teeth over Elena's earlobe, making her shiver.
"Oh, god, Damon!"Elena whispered with rapture, her voice raw with emotion and love.
Damon felt Elena claw at the tank he was wearing, and he pulled it off himself quickly, watching Elena's eyes stare lustfully and lovingly at him.
Elena then felt excruciatingly hot in her clothes, looking at Damon, so she began with the sweater.
Damon, still struggling for the dominance he usually was given, ripped it off her shoulders, the seams tearing. Ripped down the middle, Elena was exposed to Damon, her white bra contrast to her olive skin, and Damon had never seen anything more angelic.
Damon looked at her, her innocent doe-eyes filled with a lust and love that knew no bounds. She bit her lip with insecurity, and Damon realized something that shattered his heart.
This was the end.
He had to stop.
He pulled away from her then, and walked towards the fireplace. Elena turned and looked at him with confusion etched in her features, confusion and a pain that lit when the realization of the end dawned on her.
Damon had breifly looked at her, her dissheveled appearance only enhancing her beauty. Her eyes shined with a fierce trepidation, her lips parted slightly, set in an unconscious pout.
"Damon," Elena breathed, her voice on the verge of a sob, "please, Damon, please. We can do this-"
Elena was stopped short when Damon's gaze caught hers again, and she knew they couldn't, they really couldn't.
"Elena... Elena you deserve my brother. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, nothing can change that," Damon walked over to her, gauging her reaction. He laid a gentle, cautious hand on her face, and she leaned into it as she sobbed. Damon used his other hand to gingerly wipe away her tears and continue, "tonight was... was more than I could ever ask for from you. Thank you, Elena"
"For what?" Elena bawled, "what do you have to thank me for-"
"For showing me that... that one day, one day, Elena, I might be worth your love. But not here, not now. One day..." He trailed off, leaving it to her to put it together.
"One day," Elena swore, "and I'll be ready for you, Damon"
Damon shook his head sadly, "no, no you won't. You'll be with Stefan."
Elena's eyes came up to him with a snap, as if being pulled from a reverie, a dream, "...what?"
"You love Stefan, Elena," Damon whispered, his heart breaking at the fact, "you love him, and he needs you. He needs you so badly, Elena."
"You do, too" Elena interjected stubbornly.
Damon allowed himself to crack a smile at how incredibly strong-willed she was, "You see it too, then. The fact that... that I'm only human when I'm around you... it's only you. You see that there is something between us, something that... we have both been denying for a very long time. Do you see it, Elena?" Damon brought Elena's hand to his face, so she was in the same position he was in. Her heart rate increased rapidly, "Do you feel it, Elena?"
Elena looked up to him, and offered him a nod and a rueful smile, "I always have, I was just too afraid to admit it to myself..."
"...send me a wedding invitation then? Maybe I could be the maid of honor?" Damon chuckled softly, allowing one tear to fall.
Damon kissed her hand, then laid a soft, gentle kiss on her lips, his final goodbye. Elena closed her eyes, and Damon's tears mixed with hers so that you could hardly tell which tears were their own.
"Goodbye, my Elena" Damon whispered against her lips.
The cool, unnatural air pushed Elena back, taking her breath away. And it was just like that...
Elena pulled herself onto the couch, a numbness spreading over her like a quilt that suffocated her, because nothing on earth truly mattered enough anymore. The opened door let in a draft that chilled Elena to the core, but the fire through her body scorched her, tore her up inside, until all that was left of her was ashes. The remains of a fire that was let loose, a fire that Elena had let take control of her...
Because he was gone.
I know, right?
That took FOREVAH, but it was SO worth it to write it and have my friend who is also a passionate writer, be a part of the experience, it was wonderful.
How did you like it? What was the best part? Did you hate the end of the chapter? This isn't the ending of the story, just the chapter. Trust me, the ending I have worked SO incredibly hard on. I DO hope you enjoy the next chapters. We shall see a character who is one of my favorites, but I have oddly never written her in this fanfiction, not even a notice... hmmm...
Sheesh ya'll, Twas a FRACKING dream!
~Taylor (ChristmasonPancakes)