I know there is a lot of talk about Delena; much of it negative. But lets take a look back here, look at Damon and Delena and relive a little journey of pure epic proportions. bare with me, it's a long one. I needed to get some thoughts out and it ended up SO MUCH LONGER than i was aiming for.
Lets start with Damon.
As a human, he faced many problems that cripple people today. We are assumed to believe he lost his mother. He was in the army, which can cause you to see and do horrible deeds. He was constantly put down, shut out and called a disappointment by his father. That...
Hey! :D. Sorry if this isn't good. First time. I always wanted Damon and Elena together, so i'm writing this for the Delena fans!. Enjoy (:
Elena walks up the stairs to Damons bedroom. Hearing nothing, which was weird for her. She creaks open the door, Damon is sitting on his bed,sad from Rose being dead. "What do you want Elena", Damon spit out his teeth in a gritty way. " I came to see how you were doing, I know its hard trust me i've been through this before with my parents", Elena sat on the bed next to him. " You dont get it Elena!,you never will!". Damon said...
So, I decided to write a song about Damon and Elena. It’s from Elena’s point of view. First she’s in denial. She doesn’t want to believe she’s starting to feel something for Damon. Then she’s torn between the two Salvatore brothers. And in the end she chooses Damon :)
I used to hate you
You were everything I never wanted
Every war you got started
I used to fear you
You could never make me feel safe
I never knew I’d see the light of day again
Setting the scene: Damon and Elena are at a Founder’s Day pre-party, where Stefan is drinking heavily, in an attempt to dull his hunger for human blood. Elena expresses her concerns to Damon as the two sit next to one another at the bar. But Damon is more concerned about Elena’s brother, Jeremy, who has been asking questions about Vicki Donovan’s death.
(Background: After Damon made Vicki into a vampire, she violently turned on Elena and Jeremy. Stefan killed Vicki to...
Link to it on Fanfiction.net - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6034432/1/
Damon&Elena - Don't Hide
“Stefan?” I asked as I opened the boarding house front door. Nobody answered.
“Stefan, you there?” I asked again, but still received no answer. Suddenly I felt someone stroking my hair. I whirled around, but saw no one there. I turned back around, I froze. Damon was standing right in front of me, our clothes nearly touching. He was staring right into my eyes, a small smirk lingering on his lips.
I blushed deeply. What Stefan had told Lexi had melted away some of the anger that I felt towards him. I leant forward and placed my hand on his knee. Damon shuffled uncomfortably on the arm of the chair.
“Stefan, I…never knew you felt that way before,” I said 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...
Stefan looked at the floor guiltily.
“Go on Stefan, explain yourself,” Damon pressed. Stefan looked up at him angrily.
“You already know everything.” He looked back at me. “Elena, I’m so sorry I left you. I asked Damon to tell you everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told you then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on you two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had said he loved me and...
“Damon, Aunt Jenna will be back soon from her trip. How about helping me with dinner?” Aunt Jenna was going to be hungry after her journey home. She’d been away to see some of her friends in San Fransisco over the weekend and had hesitantly left the house under the care of Jeremy and I.
“Sure, why not.” And we both made our way to the kitchen. “So, what are we having?” I thought for a moment.
“Erm, I think maybe spaghetti bolognese? You can start by chopping onions,” I said, throwing a couple to him from the bottom of the fridge. He caught them with...