Disclaimer: All characters belong to L.J. Smith. I do not own them.
Time: The Vampire Diaries: The Return: Shadow Souls
Genre: Romance, Drama, and Angst
Date Completed: May 12, 2010
Damon followed her with his dark eyes. She was so beautiful, so lovely. She was his Dark Princess. He loved the way her fine hair shimmered down her back, the way her eyes looked like the ocean, her porcelain skin, her tall willowy frame, her pearl smile, and the clearness of her laugh. He loved how she loved playing the heroine, being the good guy. He loved how she tried to make the world a better place. He loved how she tried to make everything fair for all.
He also loved how she was willing to risk it all for Stefan. He didn't want to admit, but he admired her for that. He liked how she had the nerve to do something that he wasn't able to do. This was saying something, because Damon didn't give very many complements. When he gave them, just like his word, he met it.
He watched her pace around the hotel room. He knew that she had wanted to stop, but at the same time she was anxious to get to Stefan. Every once in a while she would look up at him, then quickly look back down when she saw him looking. He could see at hint of red blush on her cheeks when she got caught.
"Elena," Damon whispered. "Don't worry, we'll find him. We'll find if, even if it's the last thing we do."
She reeled over to him. "Promise?" She had tears in her eyes.
He leaned closer to her so that their foreheads were touching. "Promise."
She looked away from him. He still saw the tears fall. He raised his hand to brush them away. "Elena, don't cry. We'll find him. He's still alive, I can feel it."
He held her. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way her body fit into his. He loved how she cried on his should, how she held on to him for dear life.
He hated the people who was hurting her, making her cry, making her worry. He hated seeing her fret. She was like a breakable doll and he was the glue holding her together. She was an angel without wings. He made a silent promise that he would personally kill whoever or whatever was responsible for this. He would bash their heads in and make them regret that they ever messed with Elena Gilbert, his Dark Princess.
She brushed away the final tears. "Damon," she said sniffling. "Is it wrong to be in love with two people?"
"No," he whispered in her ear. "Are you in love with me?"
She was quite for a few minutes. "I think so."
He leaned in even closer to her. "Are you sure about this?"
They looked each other in the eyes, blue and black, fair and dark, night and day. As night changed to day, they shared a bond, a special moment. At this time, they became one. Elena healed Damon and Damon healed his Dark Princess, Elena Gilbert.
"No regrets?" Elena asked him.
Damon smiled a world class Damon smile. "None what so ever."