4.03 episode stills <3

“What?” Stefan said when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she said to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need you to tell us. What are you talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat vodka and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...

Suddenly, two men emerged from the forest behind us. They were dressed head to toe in hiking gear and they were laughing and chatting to each other.
“See what I mean?” Damon whispered in my ear. I batted him away.
“Oh shush.” He laughed gently and I saw that his line of vision was fixed on the hikers. I felt myself shaking slightly. He looked down at me abruptly.
“Elena, don’t worry. I won’t hurt them. I won’t hurt anyone when you’re around me. I promise.” My shaking gradually stopped. I looked back at the hikers and one of them saw me looking. He waved.
“Hi there!” he...

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...