A/N: So, I've decided to continue this. I have most of the first several chapters planned out, so hopefully the updates for those will be fairly regular.
I don't really know the specifics regarding the last few episodes before the hiatus, so Klaus' arrival is completely out of my ass. Sorry; I'm being purposely vague at that part for a reason ;)
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They defeat Klaus.
Damon's grudgingly going to admit that Bonnie may not be so bad after all. She's a tiny, manipulative bitch of a witch to him, but at least she can pull a rabbit out of her ass and conjure up a spell, albeit with the help of hundreds of other dead witches, for the sake of Elena.
He'll also admit that Caroline is a force to be reckoned with. After Matt's death, she's so completely livid that she kind of turns him on. Too bad she's turned back to her annoying little ways after she had attacked Klaus with the rest of the vampire troupe. He and Stefan had healed in a couple of days and Katherine had skipped town (No surprise there).
And of course, Elena and her family are safe.
Basically, everything is rainbows and lollipops.
Except for the fact that Damon hasn't seen Elena in days. They haven't talked since that night, since the plan was already set in motion. He's not sure if he'll ever see her, given her really good skills in avoiding people, including vampires. Every time he gets close, she starts talking to her friends or just happens to exit out a random side door. He thinks he knows every emergency exit in town now. It's like she has a sixth sense of when a vampire is about to approach her…which would be a great thing under normal circumstances, but it's not exactly great for him right now.
He eventually decides to just give her some space a few days later. He thinks she just needs some time to process everything, accept what happened and hopefully, come to the realization that it happened because they were better together. Yeah, he knows it's sappy and he knows it's probably just wishful thinking, but that doesn't mean it won't happen. He's actually rather fond of living in his own fantasy world.
That is, until Stefan decides to have a heart-to-heart with him one morning. He's sitting at the counter, a glass of blood in hand.
"Elena and I have decided to get back together," he announces, walking in the kitchen. There's no hemming or hawing, and Damon's actually speechless for a minute. That's not something he expects over breakfast at least.
"So don't be surprised if she starts coming over here again," Stefan continues.
"When did this happen?" Damon makes a face. He hadn't been spying on Elena per say, but he was still keeping track of her. He had never once seen her canoodling with Stefan. Hell, he had never heard her even talk about Stefan with Caroline or Bonnie.
"The day after Klaus came. Well, that night I guess. It was really late." And now he knows why. Elena must've been guilt-ridden and ran back to Stefan after their tryst. Figures.
"She say why?" He goes to the liquor cabinet to grab a bottle of whiskey and pour himself a drink. He thinks he'll need one…or several.
"She said she realized that I was important to her and she didn't want to lose me." He has that stupid, goofy grin on his face. "I didn't want to tell you until I was positive everyone was safe and everything was back to normal," he explains.
"Huh. Well, congratulations," Damon says emotionless.
"I guess, you must've expected as much," Stefan shrugs, "I mean with everything that was going on, it makes sense she came to that realization. So you're okay with this, right?"
"Of course," he lies, "Why wouldn't I be?" Damon watches Stefan smile unsurely and leave, before downing the entire contents of his glass, the warm, burning sensation flowing down his throat. He pours himself another one, and he's already reaching for another bottle before the first one is even empty.
She's in Stefan's room when he comes back to the boarding house one night. He hates the fact that now they've been together in the most intimate way, he can smell her and know if she's near. It used to be just his sensitive hearing that would determine anyone's presence, but now it was her fruity lip gloss and her fucking vanilla body wash, that would invade his senses. If he closes his eyes for a second, he swears he'll lick his lips because he can still taste her. When he goes to his room, he can hear her genuinely laughing with his brother and it kills him.
He goes to the bathroom and punches his mirror, effectively shattering it into pieces. It's the third time in a week he has needed to replace it.
A minute later, he hears Stefan's knock on the door, and Damon rolls his eyes. He opens the door and puts on a smile.
"How can I help you, dearest brother?"
"We heard a loud noise…Is everything okay?" he asks warily, looking around the room. Nothing in the bedroom seems out of the ordinary, but with Stefan's sensitive hearing, he could tell the noise had come from the bathroom anyway.
"Wonderful! Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
"Well, is that all then?"
"There's blood on your hands," he comments, pointing at his hands. When Damon looks down and sees the blood on his knuckles, he doesn't bother to hide it. He just shrugs his shoulders.
"Punched a mirror," he says simply.
"What's going on? You've been acting weirder than usual," Stefan questions.
"Define usual for me," Damon smirks.
"You know what? Never mind. I'll leave you to your mirror smashing hobby," Stefan gives up. "Buh-bye." Damon waves and closes the door, before throwing himself onto the bed.
He hates his life. He's even more depressed now than when the girl had been ignoring his existence. At least he didn't have to know she had moved on.
He overhears Stefan go back to his own room, and immediately after, Elena's voice shoots through his heart.
"Is he okay?" It's soft, but he can hear the worry and guilt in her voice.
"Just Damon being Damon," Stefan replies. He can almost see the shrug and roll of his eyes from here, but all he can hear is the ruffling of the bed sheets as they climb back into bed together.
It shouldn't be his brother's bed, but it is.
He stops himself before he can think that it should be his own bed.
When he starts to hear the sounds of kissing and the moans escaping from the back of her throat, he gets off his ass and slams the door on his way out, making sure that even a human could hear it.
Yeah. He really hates his life.
A/N: This is kind of short, but this is going to set up the next few chapters. There will be a bunch of Delena in the following chapters; I promise! Reviews are love!
