Damon had compelled Elena to Forget that she had seen Stefan Kiss Katherine.
He knew Elena didn't deserve to find out this way. It was just too cruel.
Damon sat at accueil stewing in his anger that STEFAN had betrayed Elena's trust.
Elena deserves someone who won't break under the spell of that BITCH!
Damon's fury did not subside. His fists were clenched so tight he drew his own blood.
Damon didn't notice since his mind was Lost in a place of intense rage.
Damon's blood spilled on the floor making a small pool around his foot. His
hand ran crimson with a deep red color of his own blood. Damon's eyes were
completely focused on one spot in the room. Someone looking at him could have
sworn that a hole was being burned straight through the wall. Damon's eyes
seemed almost colorless now. The blue was so pale someone looking at him now
would've wondered where it was. They were missing their usually vivid blue color,
just any icy stare.
Elena walked in the door and light spilled in upon Damon as if he were an Angel ou
something. The light seemed to encircle him. Dance around him. His features
were still so hidden in shadow even as the light tried to reveal them. Elena's
eyes tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She squinted and yet the
shadows persisted still. Elena mumbled something softly. As soon as Damon heard
Elena's sweet voice his eyes immediately were drawn to the eternally beautiful girl,
no the eternally beautiful woman. The shadows that mysteriously seemed to fade
once Elena finally caught Damon attention. She noticed his hand.
Elena rushed over to Damon.
"OH MY GOD! what did toi do to your hand??" She blurted out in a concerned voice.
Damon looked at her with surprise, what was she talking about. His eyes sparkled
with honest confusion. Elena grabbed his injured hand before he could do anything.
He opened his palm and the injury was already healing itself. The blood however
Elena looked at him with concern "Damon, Why did toi do this to your hand?"
Damon turned away so he didn't have to bare Elena's worried eyes.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ELENA!" He a dit as coldly as he could muster.
Elena threw her arms around Damon.
She whispered. "Damon. It's ok if toi don't want to tell me... it's ok..."
Damon's blue eyes were teary but he held the tears inside. He had no desire
to burden Elena with his problems. Damon gazed at his crimson hand with one arm
still around Elena's gentle frame. His blue eyes were as troubled as the ocean
is deep. Waves of emotion rushed back and forth contained within Damon's pupils.
His oceanic blue eyes focused on his blood covered palm.
He a dit softly "Thank you, Elena.."
Elena slowly released Damon from her kind and warm embrace.
Elena a dit cheerfully, "I go get stuff to clean this up!"
Damon wanted to tell her not to but she was up before a word could escape his lips.
Damon sighed. Damon's eyes dance over Elena as she gracefully headed for the door.
Her silky brown hair seemed to flutter. He really loved the way her hair seemed
to déplacer in slow motion. She disappeared though the doorway. Damon soaked in Elena's
scent as it always filled the entire room that she was in. It's smelled so sweet and
of Lilies and some other flowers. She was unique and so was her scent. It was
so sweet and intoxicating.
He waited for the enthusiastic Elena to return. He loved her spirit. He even
thought of Elena and that she a dit she cared about him and that he was even a person
that she loved. He was so positive that Elena would never forgive him. Why would
she after all he knows he is a terrible monster. No matter how hard he tries he can't
change what he is. He knows she deserves someone better then a person who would lose
themselves and kill her brother. He hates himself for hurting her. He can never make
it right again he thought.
He certainly didn't believe Stefan DESERVED her l’amour either. How could he do that with
KATHERINE!?? How could either of us make her happy... Elena the SALVATORE'S are such a
burden on your soul. He resigned to the fact that he can't bare to turn away from this
woman. He can't. HE won't. He will protect her. If his life is extinguished for Elena
then his life would all be worth it. Elena is worth everything he has gone through.
Elena returns looking so pleased and beautiful as the morning sunrise.
She was holding some towels in her hand that she intends to clean up the blood with.
Elena says in an enthusiastic voice. "Hey. these towels are red so they won't get stained!"
Damon laughs softly at Elena.
Elena gives Damon a look "No Good?"
Damon says though his laughter "It's perfect! I wouldn't of thought of that!"
Elena starts to walk over to Damon who was placed on the canapé and she started to trip over
her feet. Damon instantly reacts and catches her before she hits the ground. Elena's hands
are sprawled across his chest as she falls into his arms instead of the floor. She looks up
at his beautiful features for his cerulean blue eyes are locked onto her beautiful brown ones.
She could feel Damon's undead cœur, coeur beating. It made her cœur, coeur race too. He looked deeply at
her and her cœur, coeur pounded in her ears. He a dit something but all she could hear was her heartbeat.
Elena laughed nervously to break the tension. She told him thank toi and he could see she was
blushing. How cute he thought. He smiled warmly and told her that she didn't need to thank him.
Elena sat on the canapé and Damon gathered the red towel then he used it to clean up the blood on
the floor. Then he cleaned his hand with the red towel then tossed the towel on a nearby chair.
Damon sat suivant to Elena. His eyes danced over Elena's beautiful frame.
"No staring Mr Salvatore some may think it rude." Elena playfully teased him.
Damon feigns a hurt expression. He musically says, "Whatever do toi mean Miss Gilbert?"
Elena giggles even though she tries not to.
Damon says with a serious tone. "How do we get Stef out of the tomb? any ideas?"
Elena thinks a moment and her eyes brighten. Damon studies Elena's expression.
Damon chimes in "What is it , Elena?"
"I think I should talk with Bonnie and see if her cousin Lucy is willing to help out." Elena declares.
Damon was so proud of Elena for She was so intelligent which he truly adored about her.
Damon nods and tells Elena to get going. He gently nudges her out the door. He misses her
bright spirit already. Damon turns his thoughts to Stefan. Damon's fury once again boils
within him. That BASTARD would hear him if that was the last thing he did.
Stefan wouldn't escape Damon's wrath.
Stefan sits there moping about his new found realization that Elena does in fact l’amour Damon too.
He can't deny the truth any longer. Stefan hears a furious voice "Damon..." He says in a stupor. "COME HERE toi STUPID BASTARD!!" Damon demands with a rage that Stefan has never heard before. Stefan is puzzled "What the.."
Stefan stops in his tracks at the sight of Damon. He was somehow glad his brother couldn't enter
the tomb. Damon's face, No Damon's expression actually scared Stefan. It was a look of pure and
utter hatred. Damon's vampire eyes burned though Stefan at least that is the way he felt. His eyes
were full of feu and his focus solely on Stefan.
Every muscle in Damon's body was tense and his eyes held that look of hatred. Damon lowered his
voice into a quiet but ominous tone. Stefan was La Reine des Neiges par Damon's intense stare.
"Stefan I SAW what toi did with KATHERINE! DON'T TRY TO EVEN DENY IT! You're such a lowlife
BASTARD! toi DON'T DESERVE SOMEONE LIKE ELENA! I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN YOU!
toi DESERVE TO ROT IN THIS TOMB WITH THAT BITCH!
Damon lowered his voice into a hushed tone.. "I will get toi out of here for Elena's sake.
She loves toi and I have not the cœur, coeur to tell her what a selfish prick toi really are. I SEE
how much toi don't care about Elena. toi may have her and everyone fooled BUT I see the real you. I KNOW who the real toi is not the phony BASTARD that toi pretend to be with her!
The only thing toi care about is how Elena makes toi feel! toi are so selfish! toi haven't changed and toi only see Elena as a FIXED version of Katherine!"
Damon narrowed his eyes. "It's a good thing you're in this tomb or
I might have brought a stake with me."
Stefan staggers back into the tomb for refuge away from Damon's burning words.
They raked Stefan's soul. Stefan slunk into the tomb wall. He thought whatever will he do? He couldn't face Elena with the knowledge that he Betrayed her never-mind the wrath of his brother. He knew he was alone that nobody would understand what he did ou how sorry he was. Elena wouldn't forgive this. She'll say that He never loved her that it really was Kat that He desired. That she was just some seconde rate replacement of his precious Katherine. How could he dispute her because how could he ever produce any PROOF that what she says is false.
"What's wrong STEFFY?" She says in a mocking tone. Kat makes an exaggerated pouty face.
Stefan looks at her with an intense look "DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
The corner of Kat's mouth turns into a half-smirk "Oooh, touchy are we?"
Kat feigns a pout. "Looks like Damon knew all about our lil kiss. I'm sure he's spouting our
damnation to YOUR precious oh so breakable Elena. I'm sure she must hate toi par now?"
Stefan wanted to protest her words but couldn't. He saw Damon's fury and hatred. Stefan was sure
Elena already knew. He sought comfort in the only person who was there. Katherine drew the
Heart-sick Stefan into her grasp. She embraced him and his head was nestled against her. She gently rubbed his back in an Ernest effort to soothe him. Katherine had a Victorious smirk on her face that Stefan couldn't see. He had his eyes closed. Katherine thought Finally He is seeing just how no-good ELENA is. GHAA! How can that little chienne be in l’amour with both of them. Kat's face drawn into disgust as for She would never l’amour another only Stefan.
Meanwhile Damon took his anger out on a poor innocent tree. He punched the arbre over and over.
HE punched the arbre so hard that if he were human his hand would've broken 100 times over.
The arbre was forever damaged never to be the same beautiful arbre it once was. Finally Damon
exhausted his pent up anger and decided to return home. HE was spent emotionally.
Damon arrived accueil and it the there was no stars ou moon in the sky. He stood at his front porch.
He sighed because it was so late par now. It must have been 2 o'clock in the morning. He was only
guessing though. He entered the Salvatore accueil and he was immediately enveloped with Elena's
sweet scent. He almost intoxicated par it. His hard angry expression melted away at the Sight of
the beauty that is Elena gracefully sleeping on the couch. His mood suddenly altered and
he felt happy and at peace.
He wondered why she hadn't gone accueil but was so elated that she hadn't. Damon smiled warmly without even noticing that he was. Her breathing was hushed and quiet. Damon footsteps were as light as feather falling on the floor. He approached the canapé so silently as to not awake Elena. She looked so beautiful as she slept. There was enough room for two people to occupy the couch. Damon lays down swiftly suivant to Elena. She was still sound asleep. He rested his weary face on Elena's elegant shoulders. He soaked in her beautiful scent and warm skin on his face. Damon draped one arm lightly over Elena's waist. Elena always soothed Damon's spirit. Damon eyes smiled. Elena was home.