Push | Pulse Part II | Vampire Diaries
Title: Push
Author: thewordmap
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Word Count: 814
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here except the words which are based off the TV series, Vampire Diaries.
Parts: Part One: Pulse
Elena had forgotten. For those glorious moments with Damon, she had forgotten that she loved Stefan. And as the feelings flooded her heart again with bone-crunching force, she felt the guilt finally settle. Yes, she loved Stefan. But she also loved Damon, too.
And she'd said it. Maybe if she had kept it to herself, kept everything to herself, it wouldn't have happened but now it was too late and as reality took its place and time again, she knew that she couldn't hide it anymore for too long.
She was at the Boarding House, expertly avoiding Damon by being everywhere out of his sight. She was surprised he didn't push her either, it was hard enough knowing what she'd done and she didn't need the constant physical reminder of it.
It's not like she regretted it. No, she decided, that wasn't it. It was more like the fact that now she was in the position she specifically didn't want to be in. There was no denying now what she felt for Damon and she was disgusted with herself for even allowing her to feel this things. How could she feel this things when she was so entirely convinced that she loved Stefan?
At the sound of the door opening, she gave a start. "Elena?" she heard Stefan call from the foyer. She had asked him to meet her here and he'd agreed. She was early and he had been hunting. Hopefully, she could get this over with as painless as possible.
But a part of Elena didn't want to get this over with. She knew Stefan deserved the truth but she also knew that it would be difficult. They were broken up but that didn't mean that Stefan didn't stop loving her. In fact, she was entirely convinced that the act of allowing her space was the complete and utter demonstration of how he felt about her.
She took a deep breath, her thoughts nowhere near as untangled as they were before. But she had to face this. She didn't know how it would come out but she owed it to Stefan.
"Hey," she said, getting closer to him. She had her hands in her back pockets and her gaze didn't go near his eyes. She couldn't. She knew that looking at his beautiful dark eyes would land her into more confusion. No,she told herself, she needed to do this.
"Hey," Stefan said with a smile. He didn't come any closer, respecting her space. Elena saw his broad shoulders and his buff chest. She thought about the way his muscles felt under her touch and they way those arms held her. She closed her eyes. "Elena? What's wrong?" he asked her. Always worried about her, always caring. He took a precarious step closer to her.
She didn't know where to start. She felt the bile rise in her throat and she could see herself, breaking Stefan's heart and breaking hers, too. She wouldn't tell him she wanted to be with Damon. She didn't. But she was confused and the only thing she needed now was a new perspective, away from both Damon and Stefan.
And then she started crying. Her hand were shaking and she couldn't control the tears down her eyes. They burned as they fell and traced a wet track down her cheeks. They felt like acid, burning her to the core. What had she done? How could she have done this to Stefan?
She didn't see it coming when Stefan suddenly took her in his arms like how he used to. She didn't see it coming when he wrapped her so tight, she could feel his chest pressing against her heart. And it hurt her, it mocked her. She couldn't...she...
His lips were on her and they sent an electric shock through her body. He kissed her the way he kissed her that other night, with such a passion and urgency. And she kissed him back. Because she loved him, she needed him. How could she be so selfish? But those thoughts were clearly abolished from her mind because all she could think about was how she felt truly happy in that moment. Happy and complete. She hadn't felt this way with Damon, she thought. She had felt passion and love, but not this way. Not the same way Stefan loved her and she loved him.
"Brother?"
No.
Stefan and Elena let each other go, his arms still wrapped around her. For one second, Elena didn't want to look. She didn't want to see the emotions in Damon's face. But it was impossible. She raised her eyes for a second-just a second-and she saw something that made her caught her breath.
Damon's eyes were empty. Void of any emotion and cold. Cold like the frozen waters of hopelessness, pushing away the humanity that she had seen in him.
Author: thewordmap
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV)
Word Count: 814
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here except the words which are based off the TV series, Vampire Diaries.
Parts: Part One: Pulse
Elena had forgotten. For those glorious moments with Damon, she had forgotten that she loved Stefan. And as the feelings flooded her heart again with bone-crunching force, she felt the guilt finally settle. Yes, she loved Stefan. But she also loved Damon, too.
And she'd said it. Maybe if she had kept it to herself, kept everything to herself, it wouldn't have happened but now it was too late and as reality took its place and time again, she knew that she couldn't hide it anymore for too long.
She was at the Boarding House, expertly avoiding Damon by being everywhere out of his sight. She was surprised he didn't push her either, it was hard enough knowing what she'd done and she didn't need the constant physical reminder of it.
It's not like she regretted it. No, she decided, that wasn't it. It was more like the fact that now she was in the position she specifically didn't want to be in. There was no denying now what she felt for Damon and she was disgusted with herself for even allowing her to feel this things. How could she feel this things when she was so entirely convinced that she loved Stefan?
At the sound of the door opening, she gave a start. "Elena?" she heard Stefan call from the foyer. She had asked him to meet her here and he'd agreed. She was early and he had been hunting. Hopefully, she could get this over with as painless as possible.
But a part of Elena didn't want to get this over with. She knew Stefan deserved the truth but she also knew that it would be difficult. They were broken up but that didn't mean that Stefan didn't stop loving her. In fact, she was entirely convinced that the act of allowing her space was the complete and utter demonstration of how he felt about her.
She took a deep breath, her thoughts nowhere near as untangled as they were before. But she had to face this. She didn't know how it would come out but she owed it to Stefan.
"Hey," she said, getting closer to him. She had her hands in her back pockets and her gaze didn't go near his eyes. She couldn't. She knew that looking at his beautiful dark eyes would land her into more confusion. No,she told herself, she needed to do this.
"Hey," Stefan said with a smile. He didn't come any closer, respecting her space. Elena saw his broad shoulders and his buff chest. She thought about the way his muscles felt under her touch and they way those arms held her. She closed her eyes. "Elena? What's wrong?" he asked her. Always worried about her, always caring. He took a precarious step closer to her.
She didn't know where to start. She felt the bile rise in her throat and she could see herself, breaking Stefan's heart and breaking hers, too. She wouldn't tell him she wanted to be with Damon. She didn't. But she was confused and the only thing she needed now was a new perspective, away from both Damon and Stefan.
And then she started crying. Her hand were shaking and she couldn't control the tears down her eyes. They burned as they fell and traced a wet track down her cheeks. They felt like acid, burning her to the core. What had she done? How could she have done this to Stefan?
She didn't see it coming when Stefan suddenly took her in his arms like how he used to. She didn't see it coming when he wrapped her so tight, she could feel his chest pressing against her heart. And it hurt her, it mocked her. She couldn't...she...
His lips were on her and they sent an electric shock through her body. He kissed her the way he kissed her that other night, with such a passion and urgency. And she kissed him back. Because she loved him, she needed him. How could she be so selfish? But those thoughts were clearly abolished from her mind because all she could think about was how she felt truly happy in that moment. Happy and complete. She hadn't felt this way with Damon, she thought. She had felt passion and love, but not this way. Not the same way Stefan loved her and she loved him.
"Brother?"
No.
Stefan and Elena let each other go, his arms still wrapped around her. For one second, Elena didn't want to look. She didn't want to see the emotions in Damon's face. But it was impossible. She raised her eyes for a second-just a second-and she saw something that made her caught her breath.
Damon's eyes were empty. Void of any emotion and cold. Cold like the frozen waters of hopelessness, pushing away the humanity that she had seen in him.