Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries or these characters. I am just writing this story with Peachie X
AN: I know its been long but we finally did it. This is the last chapter of this story. I hope you let me know If you liked it or not. Thank you so much for reading this story. It meant a lot. And don't forget. "Jealousy" is a very powerful emotion.
Elena heard a soft knock on her door. "Come in." She said placing the book she was reading on the table next to her bed. The door opened slowly and Elena saw Damon standing there, hesitating silently asking her if it was okay to enter her room or not. Elena smiled and gestured for him to step inside. "I am surprised you used the door this time." She joked and saw Damon smiling back at her with relief. He stepped closer and sat on the bed next to her. He looked his hands for a second and then at Elena's face "How are you feeling?" He asked with honest concern.
"I am still trying to deal with my decisions." She whispered and watched Damon's face fall. "But." She continued, putting her hand to his jaw and lifting his face so they could look at each other in the eyes. "But I don't regret anything. I know what I want and I know how I feel. I just don't want to hurt anyone, any more then I already have" She added.
Damon smiled again. "I don't want that either. But I miss you. Its been a week." He said "I want to spend time with you. Even as friends." He smirked and Elena couldn't help but laugh lightly
"We are friends Damon" She said caressing his face lightly with her fingers "Actually, you are my best friend. And I've missed you too, a lot."
He smiled again realizing that Elena seemed to bring that out in him. Damon was not someone who smiled warmly but being around her had him smiling constantly like a school boy.
"Okay then friend." He said playfully nudging her shoulder with his. "Do you want to go to the movies with me?"
"I would love that." Elena replied.
For the next few weeks Damon and Elena were inseparable, they would get funny and questioning looks from everyone, but they were oblivious to them. They were consumed by each other. Even while just doing every day stuff. Go shopping, to the Grill, taking walks, having lunch together, dinner together, watching movies and reading books. They were living in their own fantasy world, missing everything that was happening around them.
Elena became familiar with a side of Damon even forgot he possessed. He could be so charming and such a good listener. He always had a sharp comment hanging from his lips and Elena was happy to be around him. Just hearing his voice, watching his eyes and his smile was enough to make her smile and filled her heart with peace.
They hadn't seen Stefan for a while. It was obvious that he was avoiding them and although both Damon and Elena had been worried, they knew that he needed time to mourn the loss of the relationship with the woman he loved.
They walked in the boarding house laughing about a movie they had just finished seeing. They walked into the sitting room and the laughter quickly caught in their throats, as they saw Stefan watching them. "We were talking about a movie…" Elena explained, feeling extremely awkward but Stefan made a gesture for her to stop. "You don't need to explain Elena." He said softly, with a small smile "Its okay. But thank you. Both of you actually"
Damon raised his eyebrows in question "I haven't done anything… good" He said looking insulted, like his brother was accusing him of something, which caused Stefan to smile again.
"I appreciate the fact that you are not officially together yet." Stefan said seriously crossing his hands on his chest and looked at them. Elena looked down feeling guilty.
"Don't feel bad Elena." Stefan stated. Elena raised her head and met his eyes. He walked over to her and Damon stepped away from her to give his brother and Elena a moment.
"I'm going to the kitchen" He said "Awkward situations make me, thirsty." He turned on his heel and left, briefly debating if he should leave. He knew Elena had made her choice but he couldn't help but feel scared of losing her. They may not be 'officially together' as his brother had pointed out, but Elena was his… Wasn't she? He fought the urge to return to her and walked to the kitchen straining his ears so he could hear the conversation.
Stefan took Elena's hand in his own and led her to the couch. They sat next to each other still holding hands. "You seem very happy." Stefan finally said, smiling gently at Elena when she looked up at him.
"I am." She said softly. "And I know that I hurt you Stefan, but the heart is not easy to control some times."
"I know that you didn't mean to hurt me. I know that you tried not to fall for him and failed. I've come to terms with this situation, although I cant lie, it still hurts losing you." He sighed. "Anyway, what I am trying to say is that its time to accept the situation. All of us. I know how much time you spend together as … friends."
"We are friends." Elena interrupted and Stefan smiled again
"I know. But you are also in love with each other and its okay. I may leave for a while. I think its better for everyone. I just wanted to talk to you before I left and tell you, that its… okay."
Elena felt tears coming up to her eyes. Stefan hugged her and he kissed her forehead as tears also threatened to fall from his eyes. "I want you to be happy." He whispered as he got up.
"Will you come back?" Elena asked. She didn't want Stefan out of her life or Damon's life but she knew she couldn't ask him to stay. That would be selfish of her.
"I will. I promise." Stefan said and Elena felt relieved. "I think I need to have a word with my brother" Stefan said and walked out of the sitting room.
Damon was leaning against the counter, an empty blood bag clutched in his hand. He rolled his neck and stared at the ceiling waiting for Stefan to come and talk to him. He heard the entire conversation between Elena and his brother and was pleased that the younger vampire was taking all of this better then he had anticipated.
Damon felt victorious that Elena had chosen him, he was finally someone's first choice. Even if it took her some time and a brief but meaningful relationship with his brother to figure it out. His triumphant feeling was dampened though, by another feeling, one Damon was certainly unfamiliar with, guilt. Sometimes he hated the humanity Elena brought out in him. He wanted to rub it in Stefan's face that he had taken his girlfriend away from him. But he wouldn't. He had changed and although the demon inside of him would usually be exploding out of him at a time like this, it, surprisingly kept quiet.
No matter how much he had changed, he still felt the beast roar with possessiveness when leaving Elena with Stefan a moment ago. A quick feeling of fear, another unfamiliar sensation, passed through him but he remained in control as he always would, for her.
Stefan arrived in the doorway to the kitchen. Damon rolled his head until his blue eyes met his brother's green. They stood there without speaking just looking at each other. Unspoken understanding passed between them. Their feud was over, after one hundred and forty five years of non stop mental, and sometimes physical, warfare Damon would let his younger brother live peacefully. The rage he held onto for so long towards his brother was only a murmur under the surface of all these new found, feelings. He briefly wondered if life would be any easier now that he could feel, now that he had something to feel for. He was hopeful, almost certain, that it would be.
With a sigh he pushed himself from the counter and faced his brother. Stefan walked further into the room stopping a few feet from his elder sibling.
"So you heard everything I assume?" Stefan quirked his eyebrow at Damon. The older vampire smirked. "We both know the answer to that. When are you leaving?"
Stefan leaned against the counter. This moment with his brother was something he had always secretly wished for. That some how they'd find themselves on the same side, even for a moment. Now that he had the coveted moment he felt unsure and awkward. It was easier to utter quick remarks, that, was comfortable. A verbal spar that took seconds but always managing to say the important things. They had their own language within the biting arguments. Stefan could keep the fighting going. He was well aware of how he could just push Damon away and start a fight to seamlessly avoid this awkwardly calm and meaningful moment. The younger brother was deciding that one of them had to stop fighting eventually, so he chose to let this go. Maybe as a sort of closure he needed for his past, maybe because of some sort of brotherly affection was he deciding to step back. He knew though, without a doubt, it was all for her.
Damon understood this.
Forcing himself to speak, to finish this and move on. "I'm leaving now. I might go to Italy, I might just travel. I haven't decided." Damon looked away knowing that his younger brother would probably not return for some time. He would disappear for awhile and occasionally Damon would wonder where he was. They had been apart for decades before in their long life, this was common practice for the brothers. Only this time, both recognized, they would actually miss each other. All this silently communicated through a quick nod between the vampires.
Stefan turned to leave out the front door. Damon standing behind him now, unsure of what to say but knowing he should say something. "Keep in touch, brother." His voice was almost soundless but Stefan heard it. He placed his hand on the door knob and without turning to face his brother he whispered. "I know you'll keep her safe but if she needs me or if, you do, I'll come back." The older vampire rested his hand on the younger one's shoulder briefly. Stefan flitted out the door to his car. Damon stared at the closed door in front of him for only a moment, processing, everything that was happening.
He went to her then. She was leaning against the window sill in the parlor. Her gaze was pointed out the window but he could tell she was deep in thought. He took advantage of her relaxed, unaware posture and came up behind her quietly. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her back against his chest gently. She barely flinched in surprise when he was there suddenly, holding her. Elena relaxed against him, letting out a content sigh. "How are you?" He murmured into her hair, inhaling through his nose his arms squeezing just a little tighter.
She turned in his arms, looping her fingers through his belt loops on his dark blue jeans. His eyes widened in surprise. "I feel ready." At Elena's statement Damon quirked his eye brow suggestively. "Really? For what exactly." She smiled at him, her walls were down. There was no more hiding between them. "For all of it. For all of you." She couldn't help but flick her gaze to his lips, moistening her own instinctively.
Damon was a calculating individual. Each word he uttered, each choice he made always had an ulterior motive. But she put a stop to all of it. "I love you." The words that passed through his lips were not premeditated, they were pure reaction. He never felt more open and free then he did when he was with her. He trusted her to see all of him, to love all of him. When alone with Elena, Damon ceased to be a vampire and reverted to a 25 year old man who felt weak in the knees.
Elena's heart pounded in her ears, she knew the choice and the consequences. She was ready for all of him, she couldn't imagine life without him, she felt complete with him. Pulling him at his hips she reached her lips to his, he met her halfway.
Their lips meeting sparked something inside them both, something, they had never experienced. Electricity running currents between them flooding their bodies with overwhelming joy and love. They simultaneously wrapped their arms around and pulled impossibly close. Soft and sensual yet ricocheting throughout their bodies, leaving them both breathless.
The intensity increased, building like a storm. All the desire and need that had built up between them for the past few months exploding like thunder. Their hands grasping, digging into skin like a life line. Neither fighting for dominance, both content to let the feeling overwhelm and overpower them.
As if released his beast was loose within him. Then the two halves of Damon became whole, each wanting this, wanting her. He had her on the couch pressed beneath him. She was vaguely aware of the shift, only concerned with his taste, his smell, him. He broke from the kiss to allow her to breathe, unable to keep his lips from her he softly yet frantically trailed her jaw , to her neck then nipping at her collarbone. He heard her heartbeat pound like a tribal drum, urging him on. Her breath coming in pants following the rhythm of her heart.
He stopped suddenly, pushing him self up with his arms, still hovering over her he captured her chocolate eyes in his gaze. He was giving her one more chance, she did even hesitate to pull his mouth to hers. Removing all doubt from his mind and body.
After so long and so much pain and horror in his life, most self inflicted. Damon was happy, he was content.
Elena had been through so much in her young life, it surprised her either of them could feel this good after so much bad. She wanted this, wanted him, he made her feel like she could conquer anything. She was his and he was hers.
So That was it. Did you like it? If you did, then Peachie X (Meaghan) is the reason. So... Until the next one, thank you so much. Everyone