The doorbell rang. Sighing, I pushed myself up from the sofa and placed my diary on the table. On my way to the door, it rang again.
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I đã đưa ý kiến angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do bạn want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if bạn were ok,” he đã đưa ý kiến calmly.
“Pfft. Like bạn really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and it swung open again.
“Look, Elena. I can’t bring Stefan back. It was his choice to leave. There’s nothing neither bạn nor I can do anymore. I tried to keep him here. For you. I know how much bạn tình yêu him.” I looked back in his eyes. He was still standing outside, although he was perfectly able of walking through the doorframe. I wasn’t going to back down this easy.
“Sure, of course bạn did it for me. Damon, all bạn care about is yourself and nobody else. And as for Stefan? Yes, I loved him. But not anymore. He left me, which just goes to hiển thị how much HE loved ME, doesn’t it?” I stormed off into the living room, and he followed me without a word. I turned around and faced him.
“Elena. I do care about other people than myself actually. In case bạn haven’t noticed, I care about bạn quite a lot.” His faced weakened from its usual strong, dangerousness to a look of truth and realisation. I didn’t want to listen to this. Not now.
“Elena. bạn know this. You’ve always known. But I couldn’t do anything about it because Stefan was there first. I’m sorry if I ever hurt bạn hoặc did anything to hurt people bạn love. bạn don’t know how hard it is for me to say that.” I stared at him. His face looked like that of a small boy confessing something.
“Damon, I…” I began, but he cut me short.
“I know. bạn don’t feel the same way. But I couldn’t leave bạn without telling you.” His last sentence crushed me thêm than I’d expected.
“You’re…leaving?”
“Yes. I think it’s best if bạn go back to how your life was before bạn met me hoặc Stefan. bạn can live a normal life.”
“No! Damon, your doing exactly what Stefan did to me! I can’t lose you!”
“At least I told bạn how I felt about bạn before I left you, unlike Stefan. I’m sorry Elena. I’ll always tình yêu you.”
He stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp and placed his lips on my forehead. He then looked into my eyes.
“Goodbye Elena.” He turned on his heel and began to leave my house forever. Tears filled my eyes. The feelings for Damon I had tried to suppress consumed me. I loved him. I always had. Secretly. Even when I was with Stefan, I had loved Damon. I couldn’t let him walk out of my life like Stefan. I ran after him.
“Damon! Wait!” I yelled, and he turned around, slightly bewildered. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips to his. He was taken aback for a moment, but as realisation set in he softened and slid his arms around me. He kissed me back, gently but with a lot of passion. My breathing got heavier and so did his. As we kissed we moved upstairs, and the kissing was thêm passionate than ever bởi the time we fell softly onto my bed. My hands twisted in his hair and he pulled off his shirt. I tugged off my t-shirt at the same time and turned myself over so he was on hàng đầu, đầu trang of me. He began kissing my cheek, my neck, my chest, my stomach. It felt so good. He pulled off my jeans and then his pants. He came back to my lips and kissed me again. I rolled over on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him and began kissing him the same way he had kissed me. I began with his neck, his chest, his toned and muscular stomach. He had an amazing physique. I crawled up to his lips again and again we rolled back over. He pulled off his boxers and I pulled off my knickers. We crawled under the covers and made love. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Better than Stefan even. Finally we both rolled onto our backs and lay staring at the ceiling breathing heavily. Neither of us spoke for about two phút until Damon eventually breathed “wow…” I giggled and rolled on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. He did the same. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an age. Then I snuggled close to him and he stroked my hair.
“I never wanted to leave, bạn know. But I felt as though I had to. I thought there was nothing left for me here. I thought bạn didn’t tình yêu me,” he đã đưa ý kiến quietly.
“Damon, I’ve always loved you. Even though bạn have done some stupid evil things in your past I can’t help myself.” He laughed and kissed the hàng đầu, đầu trang of my head. Suddenly I heard the door slam downstairs.
“Oh that’s probably Jeremy,” I sighed.
“It’s not Jeremy. Argh, he has to ruin everything!” Damon growled and stared at the door. I stared but there was no one there in the hallway. I blinked. When my eyes opened someone was in the doorway. It was Stefan.
It was Stefan.
He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once thêm and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance hoặc his face, but in his eyes. His eyes had changed from being light and gentle to dark and dangerous. They reminded me of…Damon’s eyes. I was scared of him. I tensed and Damon again squeezed me tighter. His stare was also fixed on Stefan. Stefan was glancing between us, obviously taking in the scene before him. His expression went from shock to realisation to sadness extremely quickly, but I saw all the emotions. His face softened a fraction but his eyes and mouth stayed tense, his thick dark eyebrows low over his eyes.
“Stefan…” I managed to choke out finally. He looked at me, and I recoiled a little at the eyes again. What had happened to him?
“Damon...what…? How could bạn do this to me?” Stefan was looking intently at his brother now. I didn’t understand anything. I broke away from Damon and held the covers close to me, although both of them had seen me naked before. But I decided this was not the time to let them see that again.
“Guys, what’s going on?” I was truly puzzled now. I looked back at Damon. He seemed almost – and I mean ALMOST – sheepish. But apart from that he looked angry, and maybe I saw a hint of smugness vượt qua, cross his face at the same time.
“Stefan,” I đã đưa ý kiến glancing back at him. “Where were you? Why did bạn leave me?” I nearly had tears in my eyes as I recollected the moment when I discovered that Stefan was gone – apparently – for good. The hurt, the anger, the confusion. I needed answers. And I needed them now.
Damon sat up in giường and pulled on his pants. He stood up and squared himself up to Stefan.
“What are bạn doing here, Stefan?” He took a step closer to his brother.
“Well Damon, I was about to ask bạn the exact same question.” Stefan also took a step forward. And suddenly the skin beneath Stefan’s eyes darkened and his eyes reddened. His face turned from human to vampire and I gasped. He looked…evil. I gathered all my courage and ran – covers still wrapped around me – between them. I put myself facing Stefan and shook slightly as I made eye contact. I put all my emotions into my stare.
“Stop. I need to know everything. Why bạn left me. Why you’re so angry at Damon when he has every right to be here as he actually cares about me. Unlike you.” I seemed to spit the last words. I knew it sounded harsh but I didn’t care since he was the one who had abandoned me.
“I guess Damon left out some important details as to why I left Elena?” Stefan’s face turned human again but he was frowning. His eyes were going wild. They looked depraved. They looked…hungry. Realisation hit me. As I stepped back I felt Damon behind me and he put his hands on my shoulders. I gasped and shook. Stefan’s eyes. They looked like Damon’s eyes. Damon fed off of people. And now, I think Stefan did too.
“Oh my…” I brushed Damon off and backed away from them slowly. “Stefan…what…What have bạn done?” I was shivering with fear. This was not the Stefan I used to know. This Stefan was full of malice and I was frightened. I was thêm frightened than I had been when I had discovered that he and Damon were both vampires. But then I knew I could trust him. Then he didn’t feed off of people. Then he was gentle, controlled. And now? Now he was dark and dangerous. Like Damon. But Damon had learnt to control his urge for human blood. Stefan however was obviously finding it difficult since his recent…slip-up.
“Elena I…” Stefan looked pained. “I guess you’ve worked it out, huh?” He took a step towards me but Damon quickly blocked his path. All I could see was Damon’s back and Stefan peering round his shoulder at me.
“Elena, let me explain. Let me tell bạn everything. But first, why don’t bạn ask Damon what he hasn’t told you.” Stefan grabbed his brother’s shoulders and spun him around. He pushed Damon forwards and I looked into his eyes.
“Elena…I’m sorry. I should have told you. I knew everything about what Stefan had done. And he told me to tell bạn what had happened, and to tell bạn he was sorry and he loved you.” Damon also looked pained as he finished off his last sentence. He turned to Stefan.
“There, happy now?” He went to walk away but I grabbed his shoulder – hard I might add.
“Wait, bạn knew this and bạn didn’t tell me? bạn let me believe that Stefan left without saying a word? Damon, how could you? Everything bạn đã đưa ý kiến before…” He whipped around.
“Ok I admit that some of it was a lie. But Elena, what I đã đưa ý kiến about the way I feel about you? That was the truth. I tình yêu bạn and I can’t ever change that. I thought that with Stefan gone that bạn and I could – have a chance together. I didn’t tell bạn what Stefan đã đưa ý kiến because I knew bạn would dwell on it and moan and beg me to bring him back. All I wanted was a chance to hiển thị you…how much bạn mean to me,” Damon looked so sincere and so truthful that I melted. I yearned to throw my arms around him and Kiss him but that would have been slightly awkward with Stefan in the room. So instead I chose to smile and say,
“Damon, I tình yêu you.” Stefan stiffened as the words left my lips. His expression sank and I was sure I saw tears in his dark eyes.
“Stefan, I’m so sorry. But with bạn gone all this time it’s được trao me a chance to think about how I feel and what I really want. And I…well…what I want is…Damon…” I đã đưa ý kiến the last sentence in my head as not to hurt him thêm than I already had.
“Well, *cough*, I guess I should *cough* tell bạn everything, huh?” He turned to go out of the room. “I’ll let you…get dressed first. I’ll be in the living room.” He walked out of the door and I listened to him go down the stairs. Damon turned to look at me.
“Elena, are bạn sure bạn want to hear what he had to say? I mean, bạn might not want to hear it…” He picked up his áo sơ mi from the floor.
“Why? I mean I know what he’s done. What could possibly make it worse?” I also leaned down and snatched up my tee-shirt. Damon coughed and stayed silent. I thought back to what he had đã đưa ý kiến to me before, about wanting us to have a chance together. I walked towards him, and he was leaning over picking up his socks facing away from me. I ran my hands up his sides and then down the centre of his back. He stood up straight, turned and looked down at me. I pulled his face down to mine and turned it so my mouth was at his ear.
“You’re the one I want Damon,” I whispered softly. He slowly turned his face round to look at me. He pressed his lips ever so gently against mine and it was the sweetest most sentimental Kiss we had ever shared. We broke apart slowly and gazed into each others eyes. I knew Stefan was downstairs but right now I didn’t care. Right now all I wanted was Damon. I held his face in my palms and kissed him again.
“I think…we should…get downstairs…” I said, quite out of breath when we finally broke apart after about four phút of passionately making out. “I’m sure Stefan knows it doesn’t take this long for people to get dressed.” He nodded and we made our way to the living room. Stefan was on the sofa, he looked up as we entered the room and he looked upset. Then I blushed immensely as I remembered that ma cà rồng have inexplicably incredible hearing and that Stefan must have heard all the whispering. I could have kicked myself. I manoeuvred myself around the sofa and sat on the armchair.
“Stefan, I want bạn to tell me everything.” Damon perched himself on the arm of my chair and looked intently at his brother. It was as if he was protecting me from Stefan, making sure that if Stefan made any kind of di chuyển towards me he’d make sure nothing happened. I trusted him.
“Well Elena, if bạn want to know everything…Then I’m ready for bạn to let Damon kill me when it’s over.” I was stunned at this.
“Why would I want to set Damon on you? Stefan….what have bạn done?”
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I đã đưa ý kiến angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do bạn want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if bạn were ok,” he đã đưa ý kiến calmly.
“Pfft. Like bạn really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and it swung open again.
“Look, Elena. I can’t bring Stefan back. It was his choice to leave. There’s nothing neither bạn nor I can do anymore. I tried to keep him here. For you. I know how much bạn tình yêu him.” I looked back in his eyes. He was still standing outside, although he was perfectly able of walking through the doorframe. I wasn’t going to back down this easy.
“Sure, of course bạn did it for me. Damon, all bạn care about is yourself and nobody else. And as for Stefan? Yes, I loved him. But not anymore. He left me, which just goes to hiển thị how much HE loved ME, doesn’t it?” I stormed off into the living room, and he followed me without a word. I turned around and faced him.
“Elena. I do care about other people than myself actually. In case bạn haven’t noticed, I care about bạn quite a lot.” His faced weakened from its usual strong, dangerousness to a look of truth and realisation. I didn’t want to listen to this. Not now.
“Elena. bạn know this. You’ve always known. But I couldn’t do anything about it because Stefan was there first. I’m sorry if I ever hurt bạn hoặc did anything to hurt people bạn love. bạn don’t know how hard it is for me to say that.” I stared at him. His face looked like that of a small boy confessing something.
“Damon, I…” I began, but he cut me short.
“I know. bạn don’t feel the same way. But I couldn’t leave bạn without telling you.” His last sentence crushed me thêm than I’d expected.
“You’re…leaving?”
“Yes. I think it’s best if bạn go back to how your life was before bạn met me hoặc Stefan. bạn can live a normal life.”
“No! Damon, your doing exactly what Stefan did to me! I can’t lose you!”
“At least I told bạn how I felt about bạn before I left you, unlike Stefan. I’m sorry Elena. I’ll always tình yêu you.”
He stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp and placed his lips on my forehead. He then looked into my eyes.
“Goodbye Elena.” He turned on his heel and began to leave my house forever. Tears filled my eyes. The feelings for Damon I had tried to suppress consumed me. I loved him. I always had. Secretly. Even when I was with Stefan, I had loved Damon. I couldn’t let him walk out of my life like Stefan. I ran after him.
“Damon! Wait!” I yelled, and he turned around, slightly bewildered. I threw my arms around him and pressed my lips to his. He was taken aback for a moment, but as realisation set in he softened and slid his arms around me. He kissed me back, gently but with a lot of passion. My breathing got heavier and so did his. As we kissed we moved upstairs, and the kissing was thêm passionate than ever bởi the time we fell softly onto my bed. My hands twisted in his hair and he pulled off his shirt. I tugged off my t-shirt at the same time and turned myself over so he was on hàng đầu, đầu trang of me. He began kissing my cheek, my neck, my chest, my stomach. It felt so good. He pulled off my jeans and then his pants. He came back to my lips and kissed me again. I rolled over on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him and began kissing him the same way he had kissed me. I began with his neck, his chest, his toned and muscular stomach. He had an amazing physique. I crawled up to his lips again and again we rolled back over. He pulled off his boxers and I pulled off my knickers. We crawled under the covers and made love. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. Better than Stefan even. Finally we both rolled onto our backs and lay staring at the ceiling breathing heavily. Neither of us spoke for about two phút until Damon eventually breathed “wow…” I giggled and rolled on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. He did the same. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an age. Then I snuggled close to him and he stroked my hair.
“I never wanted to leave, bạn know. But I felt as though I had to. I thought there was nothing left for me here. I thought bạn didn’t tình yêu me,” he đã đưa ý kiến quietly.
“Damon, I’ve always loved you. Even though bạn have done some stupid evil things in your past I can’t help myself.” He laughed and kissed the hàng đầu, đầu trang of my head. Suddenly I heard the door slam downstairs.
“Oh that’s probably Jeremy,” I sighed.
“It’s not Jeremy. Argh, he has to ruin everything!” Damon growled and stared at the door. I stared but there was no one there in the hallway. I blinked. When my eyes opened someone was in the doorway. It was Stefan.
It was Stefan.
He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once thêm and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance hoặc his face, but in his eyes. His eyes had changed from being light and gentle to dark and dangerous. They reminded me of…Damon’s eyes. I was scared of him. I tensed and Damon again squeezed me tighter. His stare was also fixed on Stefan. Stefan was glancing between us, obviously taking in the scene before him. His expression went from shock to realisation to sadness extremely quickly, but I saw all the emotions. His face softened a fraction but his eyes and mouth stayed tense, his thick dark eyebrows low over his eyes.
“Stefan…” I managed to choke out finally. He looked at me, and I recoiled a little at the eyes again. What had happened to him?
“Damon...what…? How could bạn do this to me?” Stefan was looking intently at his brother now. I didn’t understand anything. I broke away from Damon and held the covers close to me, although both of them had seen me naked before. But I decided this was not the time to let them see that again.
“Guys, what’s going on?” I was truly puzzled now. I looked back at Damon. He seemed almost – and I mean ALMOST – sheepish. But apart from that he looked angry, and maybe I saw a hint of smugness vượt qua, cross his face at the same time.
“Stefan,” I đã đưa ý kiến glancing back at him. “Where were you? Why did bạn leave me?” I nearly had tears in my eyes as I recollected the moment when I discovered that Stefan was gone – apparently – for good. The hurt, the anger, the confusion. I needed answers. And I needed them now.
Damon sat up in giường and pulled on his pants. He stood up and squared himself up to Stefan.
“What are bạn doing here, Stefan?” He took a step closer to his brother.
“Well Damon, I was about to ask bạn the exact same question.” Stefan also took a step forward. And suddenly the skin beneath Stefan’s eyes darkened and his eyes reddened. His face turned from human to vampire and I gasped. He looked…evil. I gathered all my courage and ran – covers still wrapped around me – between them. I put myself facing Stefan and shook slightly as I made eye contact. I put all my emotions into my stare.
“Stop. I need to know everything. Why bạn left me. Why you’re so angry at Damon when he has every right to be here as he actually cares about me. Unlike you.” I seemed to spit the last words. I knew it sounded harsh but I didn’t care since he was the one who had abandoned me.
“I guess Damon left out some important details as to why I left Elena?” Stefan’s face turned human again but he was frowning. His eyes were going wild. They looked depraved. They looked…hungry. Realisation hit me. As I stepped back I felt Damon behind me and he put his hands on my shoulders. I gasped and shook. Stefan’s eyes. They looked like Damon’s eyes. Damon fed off of people. And now, I think Stefan did too.
“Oh my…” I brushed Damon off and backed away from them slowly. “Stefan…what…What have bạn done?” I was shivering with fear. This was not the Stefan I used to know. This Stefan was full of malice and I was frightened. I was thêm frightened than I had been when I had discovered that he and Damon were both vampires. But then I knew I could trust him. Then he didn’t feed off of people. Then he was gentle, controlled. And now? Now he was dark and dangerous. Like Damon. But Damon had learnt to control his urge for human blood. Stefan however was obviously finding it difficult since his recent…slip-up.
“Elena I…” Stefan looked pained. “I guess you’ve worked it out, huh?” He took a step towards me but Damon quickly blocked his path. All I could see was Damon’s back and Stefan peering round his shoulder at me.
“Elena, let me explain. Let me tell bạn everything. But first, why don’t bạn ask Damon what he hasn’t told you.” Stefan grabbed his brother’s shoulders and spun him around. He pushed Damon forwards and I looked into his eyes.
“Elena…I’m sorry. I should have told you. I knew everything about what Stefan had done. And he told me to tell bạn what had happened, and to tell bạn he was sorry and he loved you.” Damon also looked pained as he finished off his last sentence. He turned to Stefan.
“There, happy now?” He went to walk away but I grabbed his shoulder – hard I might add.
“Wait, bạn knew this and bạn didn’t tell me? bạn let me believe that Stefan left without saying a word? Damon, how could you? Everything bạn đã đưa ý kiến before…” He whipped around.
“Ok I admit that some of it was a lie. But Elena, what I đã đưa ý kiến about the way I feel about you? That was the truth. I tình yêu bạn and I can’t ever change that. I thought that with Stefan gone that bạn and I could – have a chance together. I didn’t tell bạn what Stefan đã đưa ý kiến because I knew bạn would dwell on it and moan and beg me to bring him back. All I wanted was a chance to hiển thị you…how much bạn mean to me,” Damon looked so sincere and so truthful that I melted. I yearned to throw my arms around him and Kiss him but that would have been slightly awkward with Stefan in the room. So instead I chose to smile and say,
“Damon, I tình yêu you.” Stefan stiffened as the words left my lips. His expression sank and I was sure I saw tears in his dark eyes.
“Stefan, I’m so sorry. But with bạn gone all this time it’s được trao me a chance to think about how I feel and what I really want. And I…well…what I want is…Damon…” I đã đưa ý kiến the last sentence in my head as not to hurt him thêm than I already had.
“Well, *cough*, I guess I should *cough* tell bạn everything, huh?” He turned to go out of the room. “I’ll let you…get dressed first. I’ll be in the living room.” He walked out of the door and I listened to him go down the stairs. Damon turned to look at me.
“Elena, are bạn sure bạn want to hear what he had to say? I mean, bạn might not want to hear it…” He picked up his áo sơ mi from the floor.
“Why? I mean I know what he’s done. What could possibly make it worse?” I also leaned down and snatched up my tee-shirt. Damon coughed and stayed silent. I thought back to what he had đã đưa ý kiến to me before, about wanting us to have a chance together. I walked towards him, and he was leaning over picking up his socks facing away from me. I ran my hands up his sides and then down the centre of his back. He stood up straight, turned and looked down at me. I pulled his face down to mine and turned it so my mouth was at his ear.
“You’re the one I want Damon,” I whispered softly. He slowly turned his face round to look at me. He pressed his lips ever so gently against mine and it was the sweetest most sentimental Kiss we had ever shared. We broke apart slowly and gazed into each others eyes. I knew Stefan was downstairs but right now I didn’t care. Right now all I wanted was Damon. I held his face in my palms and kissed him again.
“I think…we should…get downstairs…” I said, quite out of breath when we finally broke apart after about four phút of passionately making out. “I’m sure Stefan knows it doesn’t take this long for people to get dressed.” He nodded and we made our way to the living room. Stefan was on the sofa, he looked up as we entered the room and he looked upset. Then I blushed immensely as I remembered that ma cà rồng have inexplicably incredible hearing and that Stefan must have heard all the whispering. I could have kicked myself. I manoeuvred myself around the sofa and sat on the armchair.
“Stefan, I want bạn to tell me everything.” Damon perched himself on the arm of my chair and looked intently at his brother. It was as if he was protecting me from Stefan, making sure that if Stefan made any kind of di chuyển towards me he’d make sure nothing happened. I trusted him.
“Well Elena, if bạn want to know everything…Then I’m ready for bạn to let Damon kill me when it’s over.” I was stunned at this.
“Why would I want to set Damon on you? Stefan….what have bạn done?”
