For The Love of a Salvatore
Song: I Need To Know by Kris Allen
Emptiness filled the Gilbert home as Elena stepped on to the hardwood floor of the hallway. The silence reminded her of everything and everyone she had lost. She had come to terms that her life was going to be filled with heartbreak and it was up to her to know how to deal with it. Lately, she had been accepting it better even though it wasn’t easy.
A creak from above her sent her eyes darting upwards and her heart racing with adrenaline. Sounds like that only meant one thing; a vampire was lurking around the house. She didn’t associate anything else with it. It was what she knew. Being cautious to her surroundings, she grabbed a wooden walking stick that once belonged to her grandfather that sat next to the coat rack. Her fingers curled around the beaten wood and she crept up the stairs. Every second dragged on in anticipation of not knowing who was around. Why were they here and what did they want? She feared it might be someone after her that was sent by Klaus.
Her bedroom was at the end of the hallway. She could sense once she stepped foot into her room that she was doomed, but she went toward it anyways. Fear had become a part of her life and she knew how to face it now better than she had before.
“What are you doing?” A voice came from behind her.
Elena jumped and the walking stick fell from her hand. Letting out a sigh of relief, she saw Damon standing behind her with raised eyebrows. His eyes paced from the stick to her and then he rolled them at her. “You thought I was an intruder?”
“Technically, you are. What are you doing sneaking around the house?” She asked questioning his presence.
“I told you we needed to talk.” Damon lowered his voice.
The talk. Elena was trying to avoid the talk with Damon because that meant she would have to not just think about the kiss, but talk about it. She wasn’t ready to face the reality of that yet. She still needed time to figure it out. However, Damon wasn’t going to let her do that. Turning on her heel, she headed for her bedroom. With a blink of the eye Damon stood before her blocking her path.
“I just want to be alone,” Elena told him and shoved her hair behind her ear.
“You’re avoiding me.” He sang and gave a quick smirk.
“No, I’m just tired.” She pushed past him and made it into her bedroom.
“Come on Elena, we need to talk about the other night.” Damon stomped his foot and followed after her. She gave him a lingering look. “Do I need to remind you?”
Biting her tongue, she wanted to scream at him to stop. No matter how much she avoided him he would only nag her more about the kiss. The only thing she could do was to get it over with. “What do you want me to say?”
“We kissed Elena. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it the tiniest bit.” He said approaching her slowly. “I know you did.”
“No!” She shouted and left her mouth gapped open. “I mean I don’t know.”
Pleasure washed over Damon’s face as if he had conquered her and she knew that he was assuming too much already. He couldn’t know she enjoyed the kiss. He couldn’t know she might possibly feel something for him. Not yet. She wasn’t ready to admit it.
“I love Stefan, Damon. I can’t give up on him just yet. I’m not ready to.” Her head was bowed and she stared helplessly at the floor. “I want you to understand that.”
He was hurt. Elena did not have to look up to see his face to know that. Her response previously was him hoping she would admit to falling for him, but she couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Damon knowing she cared more than she ever had was like putting a target on her forehead. She was only asking for trouble by doing that. And the truth about her not giving up on Stefan was the only way to push him away. As she did slowly look him his eyebrows were droopy and his forehead had creases in it. Damon was pissed.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“Me too. Just forget our plan.” Damon said.
“Damon.” Elena pleaded grabbing his arm. “Please don’t.”
“Why are you so set on denying what we shared? Don’t tell me for a moment you didn’t forget about him when I kissed you.” His voice was steady and strong while his hands were on either side of her shoulders.
Elena left speechless let her mouth quiver as she stared into his icy blue eyes. That feeling that she was denying was there and she was scared out of her mind. When she kissed him her thoughts about Stefan has disappeared for a second because she was so captivated by him. Once again he was right, but she wouldn’t let him know he was.
“If you want to fight for him to come back to you, you’re going to have to do it on your own because I’m not going to help you do it. Not like this. I deserve better.” Damon spoke showing her the anger she had caused him.
“What did you expect? For me to fall in love with you?” Elena asked desperately.
He clenched his jaw tight and shook his head. “Goodbye Elena.”
Her hair swirled around her and he was gone.