Damon and Elena

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 he was sorry about whatever...

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 more 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 or his face, but in his eyes. His...

This story happens after Nightfall. It's a Donnie-book ff. It includes spoilers, some violence and some sensuality. Not suitable for readers under thirteen years.

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“I just don’t understand,” Bonnie said, “I’ve cried for your help for half an hour and you didn’t come…”
    “I know, little witch… It was the Malach. He made me do this.” Damon answered. “But I thought you had already forgiven me, for I gave you my blood to save you.”
    Bonnie was still hurt for the evil thoughts she had received from Damon while stuck in a car surrounded...