I blushed deeply. What Stefan had told Lexi had melted away some of the anger that I felt towards him. I leant vers l'avant, vers l’avant and placed my hand on his knee. Damon shuffled uncomfortably on the arm of the chair.
“Stefan, I…never knew toi felt that way before,” I a dit softly. He looked deep into my eyes. Suddenly I felt a twinge of guilt. Stefan still loved me and had recently walked in on me with his brother. It really hit me that if Damon had told me all this and that Stefan still loved me that I would never have gotten with Damon at all – even though my feelings towards Damon probably wouldn’t have changed. I was beginning to become confused and uncomfortable myself. Part of me knew that I still loved Stefan. The other part knew that I loved Damon. It was like a war was going on inside me.
“Well I guess it doesn’t really make much of a difference now, does it? Since obviously my brother satisfies toi enough.” I was taken aback par his sudden change of attitude. He was on his feet, his eyes boring hatred into Damon. Damon leant back slightly and smirked.
“Well maybe if you’d told her that before-” Damon began, but Stefan roared with rage and threw himself at his brother. He smashed him against the mur and had his hands at Damon’s collar.
“THAT WAS YOUR JOB!!! I told toi to tell her that after I’d gone but instead toi let Elena believe that I’d gone because I didn’t l’amour her anymore. And then I suppose toi used her ignorance to your advantage, hm? Well are toi satisfied? Did toi get what toi wanted?” He had Damon par the throat now and I was terrified. I couldn’t déplacer and I knew that if I could there wouldn’t be much I could do anyway.
“Stefan don’t! Please, stop it!” Stefan looked back at me with a look of pure misery. I knew what he was thinking. He knew that there was nothing he could do, not now. Damon and I had happened and that was that. But I was beginning to want Stefan again. My feelings for him that had been replaced par anger, sadness and abandonment were slowly turning back again. Oh no, I can’t go through that again, I thought to myself. This was so like me – when I had one brother I wanted the other.
“Look, Elena. I…I can’t do this. Not now. Maybe tomorrow ou something we can carry this little story on. I know I didn’t get to say much, but right now I have to go and fe- …I have to go and do something.” And without giving me a chance to say a word he was gone. Damon was still standing where Stefan had left him, rubbing his neck.
“Damon, toi do know that toi should have told me, don’t you?” I stood up and walked over to him.
“Yes, I know. But I told toi why I didn’t.” He put his hands on my sides.
“Wasn’t that a bit selfish though?” He nodded.
“But that’s what I am. A selfish, dangerous, cocky vampire. Just how toi like it,” he a dit with a grin.
“That may have an edge of truth about it…” I leant up and planted a Kiss on his lips. Five minutes later we broke apart. He held me in his arms and we hugged for ages. I didn’t want to let go. But I knew that at some point I had to.