Hello Beautiful People. I am sad that I have gotten very, very few reviews for this story. I think I will continue a little more to see if people are still interested in it. If not ill probably just cut it short from the original length I have planned. Thanks to those of you that actually let me know what you think. We are now in the part you all have been waiting for... the wedding. All my love, OA
Chapter 14: The Weeping Garden. Part 1.
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The day is here, the time is here. In less than an hour I will become Mrs. Klaus Mikalson. Yet I am not giddy or excited. To be honest I feel kinda normal, not even the slightest bit nervous.
I have been awake since three in the morning just because I had a lot of work things on my mind, especially about the case Damon and I were working on before I left work this last week to finish the details about the wedding with Caroline.
Speaking of which, I wonder where Damon is right now? What is he doing? I haven't seen him this past week, with all the details that had been in need of being finished for the wedding. Heck I haven't seen Klaus for an even longer period with our work schedules being so hectic before the wedding and the honeymoon.
I have just finished a grueling hour of hair and makeup with I don't know which stylist and makeup artist Caroline got for me but I do have to say so myself; I look amazing!
The girls decided that they were going to give me some minutes to myself in the balcony while they gush about the hot groomsmen in the main room so that "I can collect myself from the nerves and the anxiety of getting married" they said. Honestly I feel very calm and kind of strange. I know that is going to be a very different life from now on. I am no longer gonna be just Elena Gilbert, I am going to be Elena Mikalson, wife of Mystic Falls' finest medical surgeon.
That entitles long nights alone, missed dates and a lot of raising kids by myself. Not to mention, christmas parties at the hospital and dinner with the board of directors. But I signed up for this when I said yes to Klaus's proposal.
I have a great view of the hotel's grounds from my room. And I love that the window leads to a little balcony that lets me breathe fresh air, which I love and really need in this moment to keep me from thinking of all the touching that there is going to be tonight, which I have been very good at avoiding.
At that moment I hear a knock on the door, its faint but determined. "Come in". You know I'm crazy like that, I let people in without even asking or seeing who it is, what if it is a psycho serial killer out to get me. Ok Elena get a grip, what the heck has got you thinking crazy things like that.
"You know you should be getting finished by now." As I hear those words a smile creeps into my lips. Oh, how one single word from that man can calm all of my fears and make me feel safe.
I also hear how the girls all stay hush to make goo-goo eyes at him. Don't girls know how to be more discreet about these things. Jeeze!
"I know Damon, but the girls decided that I needed to be left alone for some minutes. Apparently I am crazy and a liar for saying that I am calm and that I don't really need the minutes since every bride is supposed to be extra excited and jumping of the walls before getting married. Oh, and they also say that its bad luck if I don't get those minutes alone, something about honeymoon horror stories. Don't make that confused face cause I can't explain it since I really don't know myself." I told him as I laughed at the cute face he always makes when he is confused with something (that is not work related cause he has the best poker face that I know and knows how to use it well, only exception to that is apparently me, since he says that even when he has it on I can still read him like a book).
"Thank you for sparing the details of that since that is girl talk and I really don't want to go down that road right now." He threw me his dorky smile and I laughed until I locked eyes with him. It was then that I knew. I knew that he had found nothing and that he was making a serious effort to seem as if he was ok with all of this and that he was happy for me when in reality he didn't want me to get married to a man that he said was just using me and that would break my heart.
After clearing his throat he looked at me again and said: "Even without being finished and without the wedding dress you look beautiful Elena."
I could see the sincerity shining in his eyes and that made me blush. I think till this day he is the only guy that can say something as simple and make me blush in that way.
"While thank you Damon. The girls worked hard hiring people to do this!" We all laughed and then he turned serious.
"Elena can I talk to you in private for a minute or two?"
The girls were about to get out of the room when I spoke up. "Yeah, sure. Is it ok if we go for a walk in the garden while talking? The thing is I would really love to see it and I know that this might be the only opportunity that I get since afterwards with the wedding and the reception it will be impossible."
"Sure, whatever you want." He made a made a hook with his hand and I looped mine throw it and as we went off into the hallway I called back "I'm coming back in about ten minutes".
The garden was beautiful and magical, just like the ones you read about in romance novels and fairy tales. There were arches of lilacs and lilies and bushes of roses of every color that \ existed. There were daisies and pansies and tulips and orchids.
As we walked more into the center of the garden, a little bench appeared and we headed in that direction. I could feel Damon trying to decide how to talk to me, and tell me what was on his mind so I decided to start once we got seated.
"So how did your investigation go?" I asked him as I looked away. Better get this over with quick and fast and get it out of the way.
"Elena, if I asked you why weren't you getting ready I think that you know the answer to your question." He answered in a sad voice.
"I assumed as much but I wanted to see what you got, even if you think it is insignificant." I told him as I tried to catch his eyes but he wouldn't let me.
"Why? Is not like its going to make a difference in your decision of marrying the man." He was calm but the pulse in his throat was so fierce that I thought that it would rupture his skin at any second.
"Damon, I am marrying the man and you don't trust him. I yet have to find a time where your instincts have gone wrong and I wanted to see if your instincts or mine where true. I don't believe that he would do this to me but If you believe that he would then I am open to hear anything that you found on him."
He stood up and started to pace, not a very good sign if you ask me.
"Nothing." He said.
"Sorry?" I asked him, confused of what he was trying to say to me.
"That I found nothing, nada, zip on the guy Elena. It is like he was perfect! No priors at all, no weird activity, no unusual visits or calls, not even weird notes or mail! The guy seems squeaky clean!" He said exasperated.
"Well ok then, now you know that he is a good guy Damon and that what you heard is a misunderstanding!" I told him feeling as if he wasn't really convinced by the evidence that he had found, or actually lack of evidence he found.
"Elena, I know what I heard and I know that with more time I would have found something but I didn't and I am not going to impede the wedding, so be calm about that. Just know that when things go south, I will be here for you. Always." He said with a sad but resigned tone.
"Thank you Damon. You have always been there for me. And rest assured that if anything goes wrong, you will be the first to know. Now that this is settled, can we finish the walk in the garden? I wanna go until the end and see it before we head back and I get dressed. Besides we have four more minutes to kill and I want to spend them with you and not some hormone stricken bridesmaids." He laughed at my joke and looped my hand in his as we continued walking in "The Weeping Garden" as it was called.
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