Damon and Elena: Simpler Life (Part 10)
Elena rushed home, her hands running through her hair. She felt bad about the way she walked out on Damon. He didn’t deserve that. She knew it.
But, was this the life she wanted? She didn’t want to be at risk of being compelled by anyone again. That was for sure. But she couldn’t just let Damon go.
And now, so many secrets were piling up. Damon’s secret, and Damon in general. She felt terrible keeping this from her parents. They deserved to know. Just then, as if she were reading Elena’s thoughts, her mom knocked on the door.
“Elena, are you alright?” she asked, walking in the room. “You look upset.”
“Mom,” Elena sighed. “I’m so confused.” She rested her face in her hands, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Mrs. Gilbert sat next to Elena on her bed.
“What’s wrong?” she said, wrapping her arms around her daughter’s shoulders, comforting her.
“Mom, do you remember when I got all dressed up, and you thought I was going out with a boy?” she suggested. Her mom nodded, concerned. “I was. Well, technically I am. I really care about him, Mom. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and Dad, but I didn’t think you would approve of him.”
“Elena, look at me,” she demanded. Elena raised her head. “It’s alright. You’re a teenager. Things like these are going to happen, dear.” Her mom brushed a stray hair away from Elena’s face. “Now, what is his name?”
“Damon,” Elena said, remembering how excited she was when she first said it. The way his name rolled effortlessly off her tongue… was frightening.
Of course Elena’s mom was a little upset with her, but right now, she only wanted to make Elena feel better. “How long have you been seeing this Damon?”
Elena took a deep breath and bit her lip. “A while,” was all she said. Her mom looked at her with curious eyes.
“How long is a while, Elena?”
“Two months.”
Mrs. Gilbert paused. Two months. That was a long time to keep a secret like this. “Elena, why did you keep it from us?” she asked.
Elena shook her head. “Because, I knew you would react this way!” she snapped. “You’re disappointed in me.”
She weakly smiled. “Sweetie, I will never be disappointed in you. Look, we’ll talk about this later, but right now I just want to know what’s upsetting you.”
Elena shrugged. “Elena, I know you. And this isn’t all that’s bothering you.”
“I don’t even know what’s wrong with me!” she confessed. “Damon may be… wise… but he’s like a twelve year old on the inside.” She internally chuckled. Damon would be having a heart attack if she said that to his face. “And… he makes me happy. Really happy.”
“Well, what’s the problem?” her mother asked.
“His friend has a… crush on me. It’s just a lot of drama. And Damon, well, he’s sort of… I don’t know. He’s… different than all of the other guys I dated. I guess you could say I’m not used to it,” she attempted to explain, referring to Damon being a vampire.
Her mom just nodded, not wanting to push the subject. “And, it scares me, Mom. It scares me to know that he’s so protective of me. I’m scared that one day, I’m going to wake up and it will all be a dream, or he’s changed his mind about me. I don’t want my heart to break, and I know him. He’s done it plenty of times. He knows me better than any of my friends, and when I talk to him, my heart stops beating. But, I don’t know. And then with his friend…”
Mrs. Gilbert placed her hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Do you love him?” she asked, interrupting Elena. She had a blank expression. “Elena, answer me. Do you love him?!”
“Yes,” Elena said, almost immediately. “I love him so much. More than I could have ever loved Matt.”
Her mom sighed. “Look, Elena. I’m not the happiest about this whole thing, knowing you’re in love with a boy I didn’t even know about, but you obviously care about him. Don’t let Damon’s friend get in between you.”
“I know,” she breathed. “Thank you, mom.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
Elena smiled at her mom. She was the best.
Elena slowly let her head rest on the pillow, until her eyes closed.
Elena was walking in the woods, her feet bare. Her hair was hanging on her shoulders, blowing freely in the wind. She shivered at the cold weather. Her green sundress was not warm enough.
Just then, two arms wrapped themselves around her waist from behind. Elena gasped immediately, turning around to meet Damon’s bright blue eyes.
“Gotcha,” he whispered in her ear, stroking Elena’s hair, tucking it behind her ears. She closed her eyes in pleasure.
Elena turned around to face him, and he started outlining her lower lip with his finger. “What are you doing here?” he asked, brows furrowed.
“Sometimes I write in my journal here,” she told him, looking around at all of the trees. She was momentarily mesmerized by the forest, when Damon suddenly pulled her closer. “A better question is: Why are you here?”
He only smirked at her. “Well, I can’t get my food at the grocery store, now can I?”
She smiled at him, and they continued on with their pleasant conversation. After a few more moments of useless small talk, they were kissing, locked in a tight embrace. When Elena pulled away, she was out of breath.
Her mind was growing hazier every second. She had to make this quick. “I love you,” she panted, her hands against his chest.
Damon pulled her closer, and began whispering in Elena’s ear. But she couldn’t hear it.
…
Elena opened her eyes slowly. She remembered the dream perfectly, and knew what she had to do. She looked at the clock: 12:30 pm. Damon would still be awake. And she needed to talk to him.
She grabbed the car keys, and drove to the boarding house. Jonah was sitting in front of the television, holding a glass of Damon’s scotch.
“Elena,” he slurred. “I knew you’d come back for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Stay away from me, Jonah.” Elena walked up the stairs, ignoring his remarks. She did not want to talk to Jonah right now.
Damon was sitting in his room, reading some nameless book. His eyes immediately moved to the doorway, where Elena was standing, just looking at him with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.
“Elena,” he whispered, placing the book on the nightstand.
She smiled at him sheepishly and walked in, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Hello,” she said. “I’m sorry for walking out today.”
He only shook his head. “No… It’s alright. It’s tough to learn about this. And Jonah compelled you… it’s overwhelming.”
“Very,” she said. “But I’m here, apologizing.”
Damon grabbed her by the arm, and held her against his chest. “Don’t apologize,” he demanded. “It’s alright, okay?”
“Yes,” she agreed, her mind still overworking. “Look, Damon. The mind control- did you ever use it on me?”
“No,” he replied. “I never did. That’s a first for me.”
Elena chuckled at this. “Sounds like you’ve changed a lot in the past two months.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, placing his lips on her forehead. “I have.”
“Why?” she asked.
Damon took a deep breath. After a few long moments, Elena figured he wasn’t going to reply. Eventually, he did. “I think... I’m in love with you.”
Elena froze. Did he just say what she thought she just heard? Damon loved her. Wait! She turned around to face Damon, smirking. “You think?!”
He smirked back. “No… I’m in love with you. No ifs, ands, or buts, Miss Gilbert!” he said sternly, causing her to laugh.
And then her face hardened. She wanted to feel comfort in his words, but something was still nagging at her mind. “Is it possible? For vampires to feel love?”
“Obviously,” Damon said, kissing her cheek. Elena grinned at this. Damon was telling the truth; she could just tell. She didn’t know how; she just did. “Vampires can shut off their humanity, including feelings of love, like a switch. But, somehow, you managed to flip the switch inside of me, Elena, without even trying.”
“Well, Damon Salvatore, ‘I think I’m in love with you’ too,” Elena told him, doing a very bad impression of Damon. “I love you.”
He just smiled at her, and it was a real smile, not a smirk. That smile was something he only had reserved for Elena, and she was happy.
Damon held Elena closer to him, but then she froze. She turned her head to look at him, a smug grin on her face. “Wait!” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Please don’t turn into your broody brother! I need at least a little bit of sarcasm with my Damon!”
He just nodded. “Now, what am I? A meal at a diner?! ‘Yes, sir. I’d like to get the Damon with a little bit of sarcasm on the side.’””
Elena smirked at him. “Just like that.”
“I love you, Elena” he said randomly, liking the way it sounded.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. “I know.” And then she paused. “Oh no! I’m turning into you!”
Damon chuckled as he kissed Elena passionately. And their lips didn’t part once that night.
So… what did you guys think? Sorry, I don’t like getting into detail when it comes to stuff like this at the end of the chapter, but I’m sure you get the point…LOL.
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But, was this the life she wanted? She didn’t want to be at risk of being compelled by anyone again. That was for sure. But she couldn’t just let Damon go.
And now, so many secrets were piling up. Damon’s secret, and Damon in general. She felt terrible keeping this from her parents. They deserved to know. Just then, as if she were reading Elena’s thoughts, her mom knocked on the door.
“Elena, are you alright?” she asked, walking in the room. “You look upset.”
“Mom,” Elena sighed. “I’m so confused.” She rested her face in her hands, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Mrs. Gilbert sat next to Elena on her bed.
“What’s wrong?” she said, wrapping her arms around her daughter’s shoulders, comforting her.
“Mom, do you remember when I got all dressed up, and you thought I was going out with a boy?” she suggested. Her mom nodded, concerned. “I was. Well, technically I am. I really care about him, Mom. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and Dad, but I didn’t think you would approve of him.”
“Elena, look at me,” she demanded. Elena raised her head. “It’s alright. You’re a teenager. Things like these are going to happen, dear.” Her mom brushed a stray hair away from Elena’s face. “Now, what is his name?”
“Damon,” Elena said, remembering how excited she was when she first said it. The way his name rolled effortlessly off her tongue… was frightening.
Of course Elena’s mom was a little upset with her, but right now, she only wanted to make Elena feel better. “How long have you been seeing this Damon?”
Elena took a deep breath and bit her lip. “A while,” was all she said. Her mom looked at her with curious eyes.
“How long is a while, Elena?”
“Two months.”
Mrs. Gilbert paused. Two months. That was a long time to keep a secret like this. “Elena, why did you keep it from us?” she asked.
Elena shook her head. “Because, I knew you would react this way!” she snapped. “You’re disappointed in me.”
She weakly smiled. “Sweetie, I will never be disappointed in you. Look, we’ll talk about this later, but right now I just want to know what’s upsetting you.”
Elena shrugged. “Elena, I know you. And this isn’t all that’s bothering you.”
“I don’t even know what’s wrong with me!” she confessed. “Damon may be… wise… but he’s like a twelve year old on the inside.” She internally chuckled. Damon would be having a heart attack if she said that to his face. “And… he makes me happy. Really happy.”
“Well, what’s the problem?” her mother asked.
“His friend has a… crush on me. It’s just a lot of drama. And Damon, well, he’s sort of… I don’t know. He’s… different than all of the other guys I dated. I guess you could say I’m not used to it,” she attempted to explain, referring to Damon being a vampire.
Her mom just nodded, not wanting to push the subject. “And, it scares me, Mom. It scares me to know that he’s so protective of me. I’m scared that one day, I’m going to wake up and it will all be a dream, or he’s changed his mind about me. I don’t want my heart to break, and I know him. He’s done it plenty of times. He knows me better than any of my friends, and when I talk to him, my heart stops beating. But, I don’t know. And then with his friend…”
Mrs. Gilbert placed her hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Do you love him?” she asked, interrupting Elena. She had a blank expression. “Elena, answer me. Do you love him?!”
“Yes,” Elena said, almost immediately. “I love him so much. More than I could have ever loved Matt.”
Her mom sighed. “Look, Elena. I’m not the happiest about this whole thing, knowing you’re in love with a boy I didn’t even know about, but you obviously care about him. Don’t let Damon’s friend get in between you.”
“I know,” she breathed. “Thank you, mom.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
Elena smiled at her mom. She was the best.
Elena slowly let her head rest on the pillow, until her eyes closed.
Elena was walking in the woods, her feet bare. Her hair was hanging on her shoulders, blowing freely in the wind. She shivered at the cold weather. Her green sundress was not warm enough.
Just then, two arms wrapped themselves around her waist from behind. Elena gasped immediately, turning around to meet Damon’s bright blue eyes.
“Gotcha,” he whispered in her ear, stroking Elena’s hair, tucking it behind her ears. She closed her eyes in pleasure.
Elena turned around to face him, and he started outlining her lower lip with his finger. “What are you doing here?” he asked, brows furrowed.
“Sometimes I write in my journal here,” she told him, looking around at all of the trees. She was momentarily mesmerized by the forest, when Damon suddenly pulled her closer. “A better question is: Why are you here?”
He only smirked at her. “Well, I can’t get my food at the grocery store, now can I?”
She smiled at him, and they continued on with their pleasant conversation. After a few more moments of useless small talk, they were kissing, locked in a tight embrace. When Elena pulled away, she was out of breath.
Her mind was growing hazier every second. She had to make this quick. “I love you,” she panted, her hands against his chest.
Damon pulled her closer, and began whispering in Elena’s ear. But she couldn’t hear it.
…
Elena opened her eyes slowly. She remembered the dream perfectly, and knew what she had to do. She looked at the clock: 12:30 pm. Damon would still be awake. And she needed to talk to him.
She grabbed the car keys, and drove to the boarding house. Jonah was sitting in front of the television, holding a glass of Damon’s scotch.
“Elena,” he slurred. “I knew you’d come back for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Stay away from me, Jonah.” Elena walked up the stairs, ignoring his remarks. She did not want to talk to Jonah right now.
Damon was sitting in his room, reading some nameless book. His eyes immediately moved to the doorway, where Elena was standing, just looking at him with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.
“Elena,” he whispered, placing the book on the nightstand.
She smiled at him sheepishly and walked in, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Hello,” she said. “I’m sorry for walking out today.”
He only shook his head. “No… It’s alright. It’s tough to learn about this. And Jonah compelled you… it’s overwhelming.”
“Very,” she said. “But I’m here, apologizing.”
Damon grabbed her by the arm, and held her against his chest. “Don’t apologize,” he demanded. “It’s alright, okay?”
“Yes,” she agreed, her mind still overworking. “Look, Damon. The mind control- did you ever use it on me?”
“No,” he replied. “I never did. That’s a first for me.”
Elena chuckled at this. “Sounds like you’ve changed a lot in the past two months.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, placing his lips on her forehead. “I have.”
“Why?” she asked.
Damon took a deep breath. After a few long moments, Elena figured he wasn’t going to reply. Eventually, he did. “I think... I’m in love with you.”
Elena froze. Did he just say what she thought she just heard? Damon loved her. Wait! She turned around to face Damon, smirking. “You think?!”
He smirked back. “No… I’m in love with you. No ifs, ands, or buts, Miss Gilbert!” he said sternly, causing her to laugh.
And then her face hardened. She wanted to feel comfort in his words, but something was still nagging at her mind. “Is it possible? For vampires to feel love?”
“Obviously,” Damon said, kissing her cheek. Elena grinned at this. Damon was telling the truth; she could just tell. She didn’t know how; she just did. “Vampires can shut off their humanity, including feelings of love, like a switch. But, somehow, you managed to flip the switch inside of me, Elena, without even trying.”
“Well, Damon Salvatore, ‘I think I’m in love with you’ too,” Elena told him, doing a very bad impression of Damon. “I love you.”
He just smiled at her, and it was a real smile, not a smirk. That smile was something he only had reserved for Elena, and she was happy.
Damon held Elena closer to him, but then she froze. She turned her head to look at him, a smug grin on her face. “Wait!” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Please don’t turn into your broody brother! I need at least a little bit of sarcasm with my Damon!”
He just nodded. “Now, what am I? A meal at a diner?! ‘Yes, sir. I’d like to get the Damon with a little bit of sarcasm on the side.’””
Elena smirked at him. “Just like that.”
“I love you, Elena” he said randomly, liking the way it sounded.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. “I know.” And then she paused. “Oh no! I’m turning into you!”
Damon chuckled as he kissed Elena passionately. And their lips didn’t part once that night.
So… what did you guys think? Sorry, I don’t like getting into detail when it comes to stuff like this at the end of the chapter, but I’m sure you get the point…LOL.
Please comment!!! Thanks!