This is so my preferito chapter =)
Elena looked around and learned she was in Damon’s bedroom. She looked at her hands. They were covered in blood. That way she knew she didn’t just have a dream, she knew it meant something. Damon needed her.
She heard her phone ring and saw Alaric was calling her. Remembering what Stefan had detto she picked up. Giving him no chance to say anything she said: “Damon’s not with you, is he?”
A little confused Alaric replied: “No, but Elena...something happened with Jeremy”
Fear came over Elena. No, not Jeremy too.
“Damon stabbed him, but it was really Emily. At least that’s what Jeremy says. And he’s completely fine now. He’s looking for you” Alaric ranted.
Elena shook her head. “Ric, is Jeremy alright?”
“Yes”
“Good, keep him away from the Boarding House” Elena said. “I have a strong feeling Stefan won’t be very friendly to him when he sees him”
“Elena, what’s going on?” Alaric asked, but Elena hung up. She took off her pajamas and put on her clothes and shoes.
She walked to the door and opened it…or she tried. She turned the doorknob, but it didn’t move. Stefan had locked her up. She banged the door.
“Stefan Salvatore, te let me out of here right now!” she screamed.
“Sorry, Elena, but I can’t do that” Stefan said. Apparently he’d been waking at the door.
“Stefan, please, Damon needs me. I can feel that he needs me” Elena begged.
“Damon’s a vampire, older than a century, he can handle himself” Stefan detto careless.
“Not this time” Elena reasoned. “Please, let me go”
“No” Stefan detto heartless. “I can’t let te run to him, Elena. I won’t”
Elena realized she wasn’t going to get any help from Stefan. She turned around and walked to the window. She grabbed a chair and threw it through the window, breaking it. It was pretty high and she was no hero, but she got over herself and stepped over the frame and climbed downstairs. She ran backwards, turned around and shrieked.
Stefan grabbed her arms. “I told te I am not letting te go”
His face changed and he aimed for her neck, as Elena screamed.
Elena looked around and learned she was in Damon’s bedroom. She looked at her hands. They were covered in blood. That way she knew she didn’t just have a dream, she knew it meant something. Damon needed her.
She heard her phone ring and saw Alaric was calling her. Remembering what Stefan had detto she picked up. Giving him no chance to say anything she said: “Damon’s not with you, is he?”
A little confused Alaric replied: “No, but Elena...something happened with Jeremy”
Fear came over Elena. No, not Jeremy too.
“Damon stabbed him, but it was really Emily. At least that’s what Jeremy says. And he’s completely fine now. He’s looking for you” Alaric ranted.
Elena shook her head. “Ric, is Jeremy alright?”
“Yes”
“Good, keep him away from the Boarding House” Elena said. “I have a strong feeling Stefan won’t be very friendly to him when he sees him”
“Elena, what’s going on?” Alaric asked, but Elena hung up. She took off her pajamas and put on her clothes and shoes.
She walked to the door and opened it…or she tried. She turned the doorknob, but it didn’t move. Stefan had locked her up. She banged the door.
“Stefan Salvatore, te let me out of here right now!” she screamed.
“Sorry, Elena, but I can’t do that” Stefan said. Apparently he’d been waking at the door.
“Stefan, please, Damon needs me. I can feel that he needs me” Elena begged.
“Damon’s a vampire, older than a century, he can handle himself” Stefan detto careless.
“Not this time” Elena reasoned. “Please, let me go”
“No” Stefan detto heartless. “I can’t let te run to him, Elena. I won’t”
Elena realized she wasn’t going to get any help from Stefan. She turned around and walked to the window. She grabbed a chair and threw it through the window, breaking it. It was pretty high and she was no hero, but she got over herself and stepped over the frame and climbed downstairs. She ran backwards, turned around and shrieked.
Stefan grabbed her arms. “I told te I am not letting te go”
His face changed and he aimed for her neck, as Elena screamed.
Drabble about Damon's thoughts at Alaric's party (The Struggle). This is my first drabble. I hope te like!
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish o Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have te ever heard that baciare a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I detto in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to baciare her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
I was at the party to piss off my little brother.
Stefan wanted to fight me off, but Elena wouldn’t let.
They left.
Then I saw her.
That flirty redheaded I had saved at the library.
Bonnie. Her last name was Scottish o Irish. I couldn’t remember.
But I could remember her sweet voice, her childish braveness and her delicate neck.
"And have te ever heard that baciare a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?" I detto in a low ironical voice.
And then I heard her outrageous, flattered laughter.
I want to baciare her, I thought.
Then I kissed her.
