Elena and Damon were walking back home. They had spent the rest of the day at The Grill and Elena had beaten Damon in a darts game. A small part of him wished she could stay this way. She was fun, she liked hanging out with him and she didn’t talk about Stefan that much. But he fell in love with the real Elena. The one that saved his life and that stayed with him while he was sick from Tyler’s attack. Elena clung on his arm and shoved with her feet. “My legs hurt” she moaned. She looked up at Damon, with a puppy stare in her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that” Damon said teasing. “God gave you feet, use them” Elena curled her nose. “You sound like my dad” she said grumpy. “Don’t be ridiculous” Damon said. “I’m much older than your father. I could be your great great great great great grandfather”
“Then you’d be one with a very good anti-wrinkle cream” Elena giggled. “I wonder if your muscles are in the same excellent shape as when you were twenty. Or is everything starting to creak, eh, grandpa?”
Damon pursed his lips. “Grandpa. Come on, get up, I’ll carry you” he said. He knew Elena only had provoked him so she wouldn’t have to walk anymore… and he gladly gave in. Elena walked behind him and jumped on his back. “Ah, much better” Elena said. “C’mon, horsy, homewards”
Damon raised his eyebrows. He’d have to do a lot of compelling once the real Elena was back. “Are you good?” he asked his passenger. “Yep” Elena confirmed and she held Damon’s collar really tight as if she was holding Reins. “Go!” she said and Damon raced away.
But Damon raced too fast. When they arrived at the Gilbert house he couldn’t brake and bumped into the wall. Elena fell off his shoulders, on the ground.
“Oh my God, are you hurt?” Damon asked worried. He ducked and helped Elena stand up. She had a small cut in her head. “I’m so sorry” Damon said soft. He carefully touched Elena’s forehead. Elena shivered. Not just because it hurt…
He made a step forward and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
Ten seconds, that felt like hours and yet way too short, they were locked onto each other. Ten second wherein neither of them dared to breath.
It was Damon who broke the silence. “You should get inside” he said softly. Elena nodded numbed and inserted her house key in the lock. She turned it and opened the door. She entered the house and as she walked further she heard a familiar voice. A voice Damon recognized as well. His face stiffened and fear came over him. Fear to lose Elena.
“Elena”
Elena gasped and stared in front of her. She knew he’d come back.
“Stefan!” she exclaimed. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him firmly on the mouth.
Damon felt like everything around him faded and his heart shattered in a zillion pieces. If the moon had crashed down on him it couldn’t have hurt more. He couldn’t watch this any longer. He turned around and slammed the door. He shot one last look inside where he could see his brother and the girl he loved clinging onto each other as if they would disappear into the nothing if they ever let go.
“Then you’d be one with a very good anti-wrinkle cream” Elena giggled. “I wonder if your muscles are in the same excellent shape as when you were twenty. Or is everything starting to creak, eh, grandpa?”
Damon pursed his lips. “Grandpa. Come on, get up, I’ll carry you” he said. He knew Elena only had provoked him so she wouldn’t have to walk anymore… and he gladly gave in. Elena walked behind him and jumped on his back. “Ah, much better” Elena said. “C’mon, horsy, homewards”
Damon raised his eyebrows. He’d have to do a lot of compelling once the real Elena was back. “Are you good?” he asked his passenger. “Yep” Elena confirmed and she held Damon’s collar really tight as if she was holding Reins. “Go!” she said and Damon raced away.
But Damon raced too fast. When they arrived at the Gilbert house he couldn’t brake and bumped into the wall. Elena fell off his shoulders, on the ground.
“Oh my God, are you hurt?” Damon asked worried. He ducked and helped Elena stand up. She had a small cut in her head. “I’m so sorry” Damon said soft. He carefully touched Elena’s forehead. Elena shivered. Not just because it hurt…
He made a step forward and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
Ten seconds, that felt like hours and yet way too short, they were locked onto each other. Ten second wherein neither of them dared to breath.
It was Damon who broke the silence. “You should get inside” he said softly. Elena nodded numbed and inserted her house key in the lock. She turned it and opened the door. She entered the house and as she walked further she heard a familiar voice. A voice Damon recognized as well. His face stiffened and fear came over him. Fear to lose Elena.
“Elena”
Elena gasped and stared in front of her. She knew he’d come back.
“Stefan!” she exclaimed. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him firmly on the mouth.
Damon felt like everything around him faded and his heart shattered in a zillion pieces. If the moon had crashed down on him it couldn’t have hurt more. He couldn’t watch this any longer. He turned around and slammed the door. He shot one last look inside where he could see his brother and the girl he loved clinging onto each other as if they would disappear into the nothing if they ever let go.
They heard the door close and wondered who came barging in, until a familiar, female and British voice solved the mystery.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are you doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and you look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commented sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are you doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and you look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commented sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the kitchen where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the second drawer next to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the kitchen where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the second drawer next to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
Elena took a deep breath and started running down the hill. However, the grass on the hill started growing really fast and pushed Elena back. Elena angry pushed the grass away and came halfway the hill.
Then the earth started shaking and Elena rolled down.
The road that led to the open field cracked open and Elena’s feet got stuck in one of the cracks.
“Ha, damn it!” she cursed and she pulled her leg, but she couldn’t move it. The crack grew bigger and soon she fell in a whole. A deep one.
She looked up and saw how the crack slowly closed again.
“Elena”
Elena grabbed the wall which was raw and cut her hands open, but she didn’t care. With a fierce determination she climbed up and out of the crack. She crawled away from the crack, dodged the other cracks and reached the open field.
Then the earth started shaking and Elena rolled down.
The road that led to the open field cracked open and Elena’s feet got stuck in one of the cracks.
“Ha, damn it!” she cursed and she pulled her leg, but she couldn’t move it. The crack grew bigger and soon she fell in a whole. A deep one.
She looked up and saw how the crack slowly closed again.
“Elena”
Elena grabbed the wall which was raw and cut her hands open, but she didn’t care. With a fierce determination she climbed up and out of the crack. She crawled away from the crack, dodged the other cracks and reached the open field.
