Chapter Eight

Elena’s P.O.V

When I woke up, I had to squint, as the harsh Summer sun threatened to blind me. I tried to sit up, but I was pinned to Damon’s naked chest. 

“You are not moving. The only reason I would let you move is if we were going to drive to a hotel and set up camp in a giant bed for three days.” He muttered, his right hand trailing down the contours of my spine, his left crushing the ends of my hair in his fist. 

“Next time, sweetheart. No more car sex. If I was human, my back would be killing me!”

“You loved it.” He said, wrapping his arms around my waist, and holding me even tighter.

“If you say so.” I replied, with a yawn.

“Tired?” He questioned.

“Well, every time I tried to sleep last night, I was suddenly awakened by an insatiable, horny vampire. I started to think sleep was teasing me,” I shook with his laughter. “After we sort this whole Bonnie mess out, we can go wherever we want. And do whatever you want.” 

I grinned as he smirked at me, before lowering my head to press my lips against his. 

“I should get you home then. You need to get ready for drinks with Jenna.” He said, begrudgingly. 

“What time is it?” I asked, alarm bells ringing in my head.

“Two o’clock in the afternoon.” Damon muttered, his breath tickling my neck. I suddenly found it hard to concentrate, and my attention wandered enough that Damon’s mouth was suddenly on my own.

He nibbled my bottom lip, making me moan into his mouth. I pulled away, placing two quick kisses on his lips. 

“We have got to go. And I suggest we go to your place first. I need to go home with a shirt on.” I told him, clambering off him, and finding my jeans in the backseat, and pulling them on. Then I had no shirt to put on, so I pulled on Damon’s. He was now wearing his jeans, and shoes, but he was  consequently shirtless. 

“Why am I going home without a shirt?”

“Because you ripped my shirt last night, and have to face the consequences. And my old clothes are at your place, so ipso facto, you go home without a shirt and I remain fully clothed in front of your brother.”

Damon’s eyes widened at that thought.

“I hadn’t actually thought about that.”

“Yeah, so I’m guessing that you’d rather be the shirtless one than me be the shirtless one.”

“I suppose…if Stefan was there.” He said, starting the car, as I yanked on my boots. He drove like crazy, rushing to get back to the Salvatore Boarding House. He pulled up, yanked me from the car, and ran me upstairs to his room. I grabbed a shirt, removed his, and after pulling it on, I kissed him goodbye, and then jumped out of his window. 

The whole walk home (Yeah I walked. For some reason, I couldn’t be bothered to run.) I tried to tell myself that last night had been a mistake, one that I wouldn’t afford to make again. Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. Yet, I found myself disagreeing with myself. Elijah and Katherine loved each other. Isobel loved Alaric, though he won’t ever know that. Stefan loved Rose once. And they were all alive and well. So why couldn’t I be in love with Damon or Stefan for that matter? Why couldn’t I allow myself the luxury of being in love with someone who understood me, and really knew who I was and actually loved me for me, not a lie?

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Damon’s P.O.V

When I had changed my clothes, I headed downstairs and walked into the parlour to pour myself a drink. I had gotten out one of the crystal bourbon glasses, unscrewed the lid, and was five seconds away from pouring myself a satisfying drink, until Hurricane Stefan-o blew in.

“Where were you last night, Damon?” His dulcet tones asked, the hints of suspicion buried within his words.

“In the woods.” I replied.

“Your car was gone.”

“You’re extra observant today, Stef. Have you been drinking people blood?” I smirked at him, before pouring my drink and taking a sip of the bittersweet liquid.

“You were with Elena last night, weren’t you?” He asked me.

“What makes you think that, brother?” I asked him, feeling pleased with myself.

“Well for starters, you’ve got this giant, satisfied grin on your face, and Elijah called asking if we knew where Elena was.”

“Well I might have known where Elena was last night. Then again, I might not.”

“Were you or were you not with Elena last night?” Stefan pushed.

“Yes I was. Are you happy now?”

“Not really. I told you that I was still in love with her, and you know she’s engaged.”

“She’s breaking up with him. She’s not happy, Stefan.”

“Yeah, because her best friend just died! And she’s confused about her feelings, and you’re taking advantage of her!” He yelled at me.

“She loves me, Stefan. And I love her! And nothing and no one is going to change that!” I shouted back.

“How about Elijah? He seems pretty concerned over your attraction to Elena. You know how much he wants the prophecy to go according to plan. If he thinks you’re going to come between Elena and her destiny, he’ll kill you! And that will destroy Elena!” Stefan said, moving closer to me. “Are you so selfish that you won’t think of something besides yourself?”

I stayed silent.

“So what you’re saying is, brother, that you think that I shouldn’t be with Elena. That waiting two years for the love of my life to come back to me isn’t long enough?”

“Damon, I understand what you’re saying, but she didn’t come back for you. She came back to start a life with her fiancé. And we’re just messing with her head by showing our interest. We need to back off.” Stefan insisted.

And for the first time in a century and a half, I heard my brother’s words and listened to them.

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Elena’s P.O.V

I walked in the door, and was suddenly thrown across the foyer, tumbling over a end table, smashing it as it buckled under the impact.

“Good morning!” I said sarcastically, climbing to my feet, and shaking off the pieces of wood fragments off of Damon’s shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Elijah yelled at me.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I said, feigning innocence.

“Sleeping with Damon like some common slut! You are better than that! You know that you are supposed to be with Alex. He won’t hold you back or stop you from fulfilling your destiny!”

“Well maybe my ‘destiny’ isn’t the most important thing in the world! Why do you get to be with someone you love, but I can’t!” I yelled back, ignoring the fact that my mother, Katherine, Cassie, Nora and Ari were all standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, watching the tense moment.

“Because I’m not going to save the world! My fate isn’t tied to the life or death of a large majority of the human race!”

“I’m not that girl. Just because some of my life coincides with some stupid prophecy some dead witch told you, does not mean that I’m going to do anything miraculous. It doesn’t mean that I’m the person you’re looking for, Elijah.” I replied, barely speaking above a whisper.

“Whether you like it or not, you’re that girl. The fate of the human race lies within your hands. If you choose Alex or Stefan, you’ll save millions of people. Choose Damon, and they’ll die. If you want that guilt on your conscience, that’s up to you, Elena.” Elijah said, storming past my make-shift little family, and upstairs. Five seconds later, I heard his bedroom door slam.

There was this awkward silence, until Katherine decided to ’lighten’ the mood.

“Thank you, Elena. He’s so much sexier when he’s angry. I think I’m going to go and see if he wants a back rub.” Katherine smirked at me, before disappearing upstairs.

I backed up into a wall, and slid down it, starting to cry. Isobel rushed over to me, feeling maternal, and pulled me into her arms, and for once I didn’t push her away. I needed my mother’s love right now. I’d forgotten what a mother’s embrace felt like. When my adopted mother died, I felt empty, and when I cried, every embrace I received felt wrong. It’s because I longed to be comforted by my mom.

I was crying far too much and far too often since I’d come back to Mystic Falls, but I wasn’t the same Elena Gilbert as I was when I left. I am a vampire. I am strong. I am ruthless. I don’t need love, or want it. 

I am Elena Gilbert, vampire, doppelganger and murderer.

Right then, I made my decision. 

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A/N 

I'm sorry for not uploading as frequently as I should have! But here is chapter eight! Chapter Nine will arrive relatively soon! I have to write it, edit it and post it! I promise it'll be soon. And I'm sorry for the crappiness that is chapter eight! It'll get better I promise!