AN: Sorry it took so long to update. I had some of this typed out the other day but there was horrible wind outside that knocked my power out in the middle of it -.- this is my recovery attempt. Thanks for the reviews :)
Salvatore. Savior. My Savior. Damon.
I'm in my room. My head is fully clear now. I feel like my body can breathe again, the weight of the emotions that was pushing down on it is completely gone. I can feel my own emotions now. I should be scared but I'm not. I realize everything that happened. I'm not sure how it happened but it's the only thing that I can think of. The emotions that were pulling at me are more of a light hum now, more of a faint echo compared to my own. I'm so consumed by thinking of how all of this is happening that I almost forget that Damon is waiting for an answer.
"Elena." Damon says as more of a statement to snap me out of my mental state than a question. I look up into his eyes.
Damon has an arm underneath my body, propping me up. His other arm is on my stomach holding me in place. I can feel his muscles in his arms tense around my body. Damon slowly helps me stand up. My body feels weak, my legs feel like they are about to cave under my weight. I make it to my bed and sit down. I put my head in my hands for a moment, letting my hair fall around my face before looking back at Damon.
"With everything that has been going on, I don't want this to sound completely crazy." I say to him. The thing that I am concerned about is seeing if Damon believes what I am going to say next.
"Elena, you were just on your knees screaming out in pain, your body even began shaking for a minute there. I'm willing to take an answer here if you have an idea because that; what just happened, I almost couldn't pull you out of it. I was trying so hard to reach you but I felt like I was being blocked. I finally broke through though and was able to reach your mind. Where ever your mind was, it was like a dream state." Damon says this. I can her the concern in his voice when he talks about almost not being able to get to me. He always manages to save me though.
"That's the thing Damon. My head that is. I'm not too sure, its just a hunch but I think that you have gone into my head so many times that we're somehow connected. What just happened, it was emotions that felt like they were literally pulling and tearing me apart. It wouldn't stop."
"Elena, how would you know that they're mine?" I can hear the hesitation that Damon has.
"The anguish, the anger, resentment, hatred. Every horrible emotion that would fuel someone to have a vendetta was there. There was also guilt and remorse in with all of it Damon." I say the last part, I know that Damon doesn't want me to know these things. "They all came crashing over me in different increments, each one with a different feeling than the one before. It was over a 100 years of pent up emotions. It made my body and mind feel like it was going to rupture."
Damon is quiet. I'm scared of how he's going to react.
"I'm sorry Elena." With his words I can feel a humming of guilt underneath my emotions. Right now, the only thing that I can think about is Damon. Nothing but concern is washing over me, making his emotions weaker than mine at the moment. I know that it isn't his fault what is happening.
"Damon, before you decide to blame yourself or feel guilty, which you can't hide from me. I need to say this." Determination comes over me very quickly. In this moment I make my decision. "I know what just happened was bad. I know that you probably wont want to be around me anymore because of this, just because you don't want to let me in. I don't care about any of that though. I don't want you to go away just because of tonight. I don't want you to go back to being cold or distant Damon. I want this." I move my right hand back and forth in-between the distance of our bodies. "I want you to be around me." I want you. The words dance on the tip of my tongue and I try to desperately to hold them back. I can feel the connection surging between us. Damon is holding his words back but I can still feel his energy.
"I don't want this to happen again." My heart sinks, I don't want him to give up.
"I'm not scared Damon." The truth is that I'm not. I know now that I'll be safe with him. I'm hoping that whatever this is will help he realize that I mean it.
"If we're going to be around each other, we need to figure out exactly what this is. I don't want that to happen to you again. I haven't spent my time as a vampire really researching anything at all, I had better things to do, so I might need some time to see exactly what this might be."
My heart swells with the words. I was scared that he'd be like Stefan and run away. He's not Stefan though, I remind myself of that. I smile lightly at the thought. Damon walks over to the window, getting ready to leave.
"Don't leave me." The words whimper out of my mouth before I can stop them. Damon pauses, looking back over his shoulder. We both know that what I said means so much more. He knows that I'm not referring to right now.
"I wont." Damon disappears out of the window leaving me in my room. I know that he will be back though.
Damon Salvatore stopped outside of the Gilbert House for just a moment. Taking in everything that had just happened. He knew that if is heart was still beating it would have ripped through his chest a moment ago. There was so much going on that he didn't know about. More importantly though, he was worried about Elena. I don't want to hurt her. To him the words sounded so much more like his brother than himself. He knew that it was just because he isn't used to this. Used to caring.
Damon clenched his teeth at the thought. The girl that he swore he would never care about at all, made him feel something that no one else had. Not even Katherine. Damon stopped at the thought. Elena made Damon feel something else, something on the opposite end of what Katherine did. Damon tried to shake it off as he began running to the boarding house.
Damon reached the doors to the boarding house. He knew that he had to talk to Stefan. Damon reached the bottom of the stairs, peering in through the window to the cell he saw Stefan sitting on the ground, his head looking down to the earth. Damon opened up the cellar door.
"Stefan." Damon said to him. Stefan didn't make any movements at all, sitting there as still as a statue. The blood on his white wife beater now a crimson color dried into the fabric. "Stefan." Damon repeats getting a little irritated.
"I can smell her on you." Stefan says, his voice low.
Damon freezes, his words caught in his mouth. Now that he was down here, he didn't know what he was expecting to say to Stefan or what Stefan was going to say.
"I don't know what you have been doing Damon but I swear if you have been touching her…" Stefan says as he looks up from the ground, his dark eyes piercing.
Damon cuts Stefan off, reverting back to his usual attitude. "Oh get over yourself and her. I haven't been touching her. I came down here to see if you wanted anything to drink." Well that plan completely fell through, it looks like I will have to do this the hard way. Damon thought inwardly as he tried not to roll his eyes at Stefan. He forgot how irritating he can be.
"Not right now." Stefan says, moving his eyes back down to the ground.
"All right well you enjoy your brooding and eternal agony. I'll be upstairs if you change your mind." Damon walks out of the cell, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
"When I'm better Damon, you'll stay away from her."
We'll see.