Hello my little lovely loves :) one of my new one-shots. stelena lovers, please don't bash. you can hate it in your head...but don't express it thx :)
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Elena counted in her head the amount of times the brush in her hand ran through her dark, silky hair.
10, 11, 12...
This had been one of the longest and scarriest days of her 17 years of life. She thought for sure she was going to die. Then Bonnie sent her the message that Damon and Stefan were on their way to get her.
She saw Damon first. She spotted him, and ran to him, but Stefan ran infront of her. Surprisingly, those were not the arms she wanted to be in. She looked over Stefan's broad shoulder and thanked Damon, who replyed her with a smile and a mouthed 'you're welcome.' She couldn't help but smile at the memory. She sat down her brush and sighed, smile dissapearaing without a trace.
She rounded the corner to her room, praying silently that he was there waiting for her.
"Nice PJs." Damon's voice made her heart jump. But she didn't show it.
"I'm tired Damon." She huffed. But she wasn't. Not anymore.
Damon smiled as he stood up, holding out her vervain necklace Stefan had gotten her what seemed like so long ago. "I brought you this."
Elena's face turned to shock. "I thought that was gone. Thank you." She reached out to grab it but Damon held it away from her. She gave him an exasperated look. "Please give it back."
"I have to say something." Damon confessed.
Elena stated at him suspiciously, almost scared. "Why do you have to say it with my necklace?"
"Because what I'm about to say is probably going to be the most selfish thing I have ever said in my life." Damon looked deep into the chocolate depths of Elena's eyes.
"Damon don't go there." Elena warned, seeing where this was going. But she wanted it. Though she didn't know why, there was no denying it.
"I just have to say it once." Damon took a few steps towards Elena, causing her heart rate to "I just need for you to hear it." He paused, thinking a deep breath before continuing. "I love you Elena. And because I love you I can't be selfish with you." Elena could see the sadness welling in his eyes. I love you, too. she wanted to tell him...but she couldn't get the bubbling words to leave her lips. "Why you can't know this. I don't deserve you. But my brother does." He slowly leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a while before pulling away. Elena tingled all the way to the tips of toes and fingers. "God I wish you didn't have to forget this." Damon reached up to Elena's cheek, stroking it softly "But you do." A single tear fell from his eye, and dissapeard down his cheek.
Elena opened her eyes and found her room bare. She reached up, and touched the neckless that wasn't there before. She was incased in the smell of Damon. Musky, sweet, and mystery.
She sat down on her bed, trying to remember..but she couldn't. One minute she was in the bathroom, counting the brushstrokes of her hair and the next, she was standing in the middle of her room, neckless on her neck, the smell of Damon swimming her room.
She climbed into bed, pulling the covers up around her chin. She began to think. She remembered wanting to hug Damon earlier, to thank him properly, she feel him. She tried hard to remember past...but there was nothing. She laid and thought, thought untill she had given herself a headache. She had one last hope.
She crawled out of bed and into her bathroom, running her brush through her hair. She walked around the corner and remembered hearing damon. She remembered! She remembered Damon keeping her neckless. He called himself selfish becaused he told her he loved her.
She stood in the middle of her room, stuned. Without thinking she threw on her snow boots and jacket, grabbing her keys, and dissapearing out the front door.
Damon sat infront of his fireplace, holding a glass of scotch. Stefan had gone out to play with his forest friends. Price Snow White. He chuckled at his own joke. Prince Snow White
A creek in the floor board caused him to turn, suddenly looking at Elena.
"Is Stefan here?" She asked taking off her coat.
"No." Damon took a sip of the drink at hand. "He's teaching baby birds how to fly."
Elena smirked. Wait. Smirked? Her usual responce was an eye roll and an exagerated sigh.
She walked an stood infront of the fire, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I came to talk to you." She didn't look up at him.
"The ever infamous Elena Gilbert, recently ex-ed to Stefan Salvatore, wanted to talk to me? Damon Salvatore?"
She turned to him, no smile on her lips. "I remember."
His brows furrowed. "I don't follow."
"You were just at my house. You brought me back my neckless. You..." she stopped and shook her head slightly. "You told me you loved me."
Damon was stunned. He had compelled her. Her memory erased, just as if she had amnesia.
Elena must have saw the confusion on his face. I wanted to remember, I tried too. I went back and ran through what I was just doing so I could remember. If you want to remember and you try hard enough...it comes back, Damon."
He was shocked. Never had someone tried to remember. Not that he knew of anyway.
"I was right, Damon." she sighed, her lips forming into a tight line as she shrugged. "We do have something. but it something, neither one of us was prepared for. Something much more than an understanding, or a friendship. Something I never thought would happen."
She took those two steps that seperated them and dropped her arms from around herself. "I have to tell you something, Damon." She took his glass out of his hand and set it on the table."
"The reason I asked if Stefan was here or not wasn't because I was looking for him. It was because I don't want him here. I want you to tell me again. Tell me you love me again." She whispered the last sentence.
He felt his lips turn at the corners slightly. "I, Damon Salvatore, love you, Elena Gilbert, more than I can express."
Her lips turned at the cornrers, causing his smile to widen. "I love you, too." She whispered.
He bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers. her hands wrapped themselves in his hair, his arms snaking around her slim waist.
A throat clearing brought them away from eachother.
"Stefan." Elena whispered.
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Elena counted in her head the amount of times the brush in her hand ran through her dark, silky hair.
10, 11, 12...
This had been one of the longest and scarriest days of her 17 years of life. She thought for sure she was going to die. Then Bonnie sent her the message that Damon and Stefan were on their way to get her.
She saw Damon first. She spotted him, and ran to him, but Stefan ran infront of her. Surprisingly, those were not the arms she wanted to be in. She looked over Stefan's broad shoulder and thanked Damon, who replyed her with a smile and a mouthed 'you're welcome.' She couldn't help but smile at the memory. She sat down her brush and sighed, smile dissapearaing without a trace.
She rounded the corner to her room, praying silently that he was there waiting for her.
"Nice PJs." Damon's voice made her heart jump. But she didn't show it.
"I'm tired Damon." She huffed. But she wasn't. Not anymore.
Damon smiled as he stood up, holding out her vervain necklace Stefan had gotten her what seemed like so long ago. "I brought you this."
Elena's face turned to shock. "I thought that was gone. Thank you." She reached out to grab it but Damon held it away from her. She gave him an exasperated look. "Please give it back."
"I have to say something." Damon confessed.
Elena stated at him suspiciously, almost scared. "Why do you have to say it with my necklace?"
"Because what I'm about to say is probably going to be the most selfish thing I have ever said in my life." Damon looked deep into the chocolate depths of Elena's eyes.
"Damon don't go there." Elena warned, seeing where this was going. But she wanted it. Though she didn't know why, there was no denying it.
"I just have to say it once." Damon took a few steps towards Elena, causing her heart rate to "I just need for you to hear it." He paused, thinking a deep breath before continuing. "I love you Elena. And because I love you I can't be selfish with you." Elena could see the sadness welling in his eyes. I love you, too. she wanted to tell him...but she couldn't get the bubbling words to leave her lips. "Why you can't know this. I don't deserve you. But my brother does." He slowly leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a while before pulling away. Elena tingled all the way to the tips of toes and fingers. "God I wish you didn't have to forget this." Damon reached up to Elena's cheek, stroking it softly "But you do." A single tear fell from his eye, and dissapeard down his cheek.
Elena opened her eyes and found her room bare. She reached up, and touched the neckless that wasn't there before. She was incased in the smell of Damon. Musky, sweet, and mystery.
She sat down on her bed, trying to remember..but she couldn't. One minute she was in the bathroom, counting the brushstrokes of her hair and the next, she was standing in the middle of her room, neckless on her neck, the smell of Damon swimming her room.
She climbed into bed, pulling the covers up around her chin. She began to think. She remembered wanting to hug Damon earlier, to thank him properly, she feel him. She tried hard to remember past...but there was nothing. She laid and thought, thought untill she had given herself a headache. She had one last hope.
She crawled out of bed and into her bathroom, running her brush through her hair. She walked around the corner and remembered hearing damon. She remembered! She remembered Damon keeping her neckless. He called himself selfish becaused he told her he loved her.
She stood in the middle of her room, stuned. Without thinking she threw on her snow boots and jacket, grabbing her keys, and dissapearing out the front door.
Damon sat infront of his fireplace, holding a glass of scotch. Stefan had gone out to play with his forest friends. Price Snow White. He chuckled at his own joke. Prince Snow White
A creek in the floor board caused him to turn, suddenly looking at Elena.
"Is Stefan here?" She asked taking off her coat.
"No." Damon took a sip of the drink at hand. "He's teaching baby birds how to fly."
Elena smirked. Wait. Smirked? Her usual responce was an eye roll and an exagerated sigh.
She walked an stood infront of the fire, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I came to talk to you." She didn't look up at him.
"The ever infamous Elena Gilbert, recently ex-ed to Stefan Salvatore, wanted to talk to me? Damon Salvatore?"
She turned to him, no smile on her lips. "I remember."
His brows furrowed. "I don't follow."
"You were just at my house. You brought me back my neckless. You..." she stopped and shook her head slightly. "You told me you loved me."
Damon was stunned. He had compelled her. Her memory erased, just as if she had amnesia.
Elena must have saw the confusion on his face. I wanted to remember, I tried too. I went back and ran through what I was just doing so I could remember. If you want to remember and you try hard enough...it comes back, Damon."
He was shocked. Never had someone tried to remember. Not that he knew of anyway.
"I was right, Damon." she sighed, her lips forming into a tight line as she shrugged. "We do have something. but it something, neither one of us was prepared for. Something much more than an understanding, or a friendship. Something I never thought would happen."
She took those two steps that seperated them and dropped her arms from around herself. "I have to tell you something, Damon." She took his glass out of his hand and set it on the table."
"The reason I asked if Stefan was here or not wasn't because I was looking for him. It was because I don't want him here. I want you to tell me again. Tell me you love me again." She whispered the last sentence.
He felt his lips turn at the corners slightly. "I, Damon Salvatore, love you, Elena Gilbert, more than I can express."
Her lips turned at the cornrers, causing his smile to widen. "I love you, too." She whispered.
He bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers. her hands wrapped themselves in his hair, his arms snaking around her slim waist.
A throat clearing brought them away from eachother.
"Stefan." Elena whispered.
