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Post by LovingDamon4Ever on Feb 16, 2012 23:11:14 GMT -5
Damon frowned, and turned his head towards the night stand beside his bed, then looked quizzically back down at Elena who suddenly looked very panicked.
"Damon…"
"Is that your phone?" his lips quirked up and she nodded fearfully.
Wicked, wicked Damon…
He reached over, and grinned at the name he saw on the caller ID.
"Damon… no," Elena warned fiercely, but he had already picked up the call.
"Heelloo?" he drawled, winking down at Elena. He trailed his fingers up her thighs, earning a sharp intake of breath from her.
"Um… Damon?" Bonnie sounded extremely confused, and Damon cackled inwardly. Yes!
"No, it's the Easter Bunny. What do you want?" he quipped, sarcasm dripping from his every word.
"Where's Elena? Are you at her house?" Bonnie was sounding increasingly angry, and Damon had to keep himself in check so he wouldn't howl with laughter. He met Elena's worried gaze, and moved his fingers to her hot core, enjoying the little clipped moan she let out.
"Elena is a little… busy… at the moment. Can I take a message?" he asked, his voice sugary sweet, moving his fingers faster against her sweet spot. Elena arched her back, her lips and eyes clamped shut as her body writhed under his expert touch.
"I'm going to kill you…" she whispered hoarsely, only making his smile grow.
"Er… no, I just…" Bonnie began, cutting off what she was saying when Elena giggled as Damon tickled her suddenly. "Is she okay?" Bonnie asked, the suspicion obvious in her voice.
"What? You really think I would hurt her? Bonnie, Bonnie… what do you take me for? A monster?" Damon exaggerated offense at her suspicion, leaning down to nip at Elena's stomach.
"God…" Elena groaned softly, her hands tugging furiously at the silk restraints he had fastened on her. She needed him now, and it was more than embarrassing that her friend might hear one of the moans that Elena was barely keeping in.
"Well, I'm afraid we must be going…" Damon sighed as if he was truly sorry to be hanging up on the witch.
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Post by LovingDamon4Ever on Feb 16, 2012 23:25:42 GMT -5
"I miss her, every single day. Over one hundred and eighty six years later, I still miss her… and…" he seemed to fight with his words, his jaw working as he struggled to tell her his ultimate secret. He was flaying himself open for her, letting her all the way in. He would lose one of his biggest defenses against her if he said what he was about to say, but the love he had for her was urging him to. He couldn't keep her in the dark about him anymore. He took a deep breath, and gave her everything. "I miss being human. I miss it more than anything in the world…" he softly repeated the tortured words he had desperately told that woman Jessica he had killed that one night. He walked down towards the clearing, leaving Elena where she stood rooted to the ground in shock. He knelt down, brushing his fingers through the dirt as memories flooded through him. "I changed, Mama…" he whispered, too quiet for Elena to hear. He looked over at a tree, remembering it as a smaller sapling, but it was now grown into a decent size. He got up, and looked around the side of a larger tree, and stopped, frozen. D. S.  |
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Post by Doppelgänger on Feb 17, 2012 1:42:18 GMT -5
I wish they'd explore his Mom more in the TV series. It was implied in the books that he had a close relationship with her and that she died which was part of his pain.
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Post by Doppelgänger on Mar 17, 2012 14:45:18 GMT -5
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Post by Doppelgänger on Mar 18, 2012 17:54:08 GMT -5
Any more suggestions, peeps? I was reading one that is so Mary Sue that I can't finish it. This person made Elena perfect at everything in her ff. I tried to overlook it but I want to gag now.  Now I'm bored again. |
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Post by Doppelgänger on Jul 30, 2012 22:09:56 GMT -5
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Post by pixiestyx on Jul 30, 2012 23:36:39 GMT -5
 Well in If You Can Afford Me, Elena is a high class call girl.
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Post by human on Oct 27, 2012 17:53:24 GMT -5
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Post by Doppelgänger on Mar 2, 2013 14:37:54 GMT -5
Here's a fan fic in video form which I thought was very well done:
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Post by Doppelgänger on Apr 18, 2013 9:24:09 GMT -5
I found this DE/Evil!Stefan drabble on Tumblr and thought it was pretty good:
by: damonsbetterhalf
Dreams of Forever - A Delena drabble
The town of Mystic Falls, Virginia was an all-together quiet place. Today was no different. Each citizen went about his or her business as usual. It was only at the Salvatore Boarding House, that something new was still being heartily celebrated.
Upstairs, in the bathroom of the eldest Salvatore brother, in the bathtub of the eldest Salvatore brother, laid two newlyweds, basking in the glow of their latest climaxes. Elena Gilbert-Salvatore lay happily on the chest of Damon Salvatore, her new husband.
“Mr. Salvatore…” She sighed, contentedly.
“Yes, Mrs. Salvatore?” He replied, sleepily.
“Nothing. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” She smiled, snuggling further into his embrace.
Damon smiled and leaned his head back against the tub.
As they drifted off to sleep, the two spouses thought, as one, “Man, I love this bathtub.”
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Elena was running through the forest. At first she wasn’t exactly sure why. Then she heard a scream come from a little ways ahead of her. She picked up her pace, soon bursting through the bushes, coming to a halt at the steps of the Lockwood Cellar.
“Wake up. I’m not finished with you yet.” Came a voice from below.
She knew that voice.
Elena rushed down the steps, desperate to save Damon.
Taking the last two slowly, she kept to the shadows at first. She knew he would sense her, but the sight before her disturbed her.
Damon was tied by the wrists, hanging from the ceiling, much like he did when Rebekah had tortured him.
His chest was rife with cuts from some sort of blade, blood dripping down his torso. It was his back, though, that made Elena’s stomach turn. The flesh of his back was marred with slashes from a whip. Long criss-crossing red marks that would scar any lesser man.
“Come to save the day?” Stefan asked, turning his head ever so slightly, his back still to her.
Elena winced. She hated Stefan like this. Ever since they broke up, he had slowly slipped back into his old routine, finally relapsing completely into his Ripper ways.
“Why are you doing this?” She whispered.
“Elena-“ Damon groaned. “Get out of here. You shouldn’t be here!”
In a flash, Stefan sped over to Damon and stabbed him hard in the stomach. Damon growled in his effort not to scream.
“She wasn’t talking to you.” Stefan said, wiping the blood from the blade on Damon’s jeans.
“Stefan stop! Please!” Elena begged. She moved closer to them by a few steps.
“You stay where you are.” Stefan ordered. “Now why don’t you ask your question again.”
Elena stared at Stefan’s back while he ran his hands, almost lovingly, over each knife and tool on the table in front of him.
“Why are you doing this?” She repeated.
Stefan chuckled to himself, as if enjoying a private joke.
“He’s a thief.” He said simply. He faced her now, leaning on the table behind him. “Isn’t that right, Damon?”
“f*** you.” Damon spat, flecks of blood flying from his mouth as he did.
Elena did her best to keep her face expressionless, but the way Stefan was twirling the knife he held between his fingers, could only be described as calculating, and Damon looked like he couldn’t take much more.
“What did he take, Stefan? What could you possibly have that he would want?”
Stefan looked at her the way one looks at a child who just isn’t getting the point.
“He took my humanity.” He said.
“What? No. Klaus took your humanity. Damon and I brought you back!” Elena insisted.
“Exactly!” Stefan said, emphatically.
Elena shook her head. “I-I don’t understand.”
“He means you.” Damon choked.
“Me?” She looked from Stefan, to Damon, and back.
Stefan stepped toward her, trying to make her understand.
“You were the last tie to my humanity, Elena. When you left me… I had nothing.”
Elena eyed his right hand as he spoke, watching the knife as it whistled through the air every time he gestured.
“Stefan, you were the one who broke things off.” She stated cautiously.
“Because you were already his!” He shouted, jabbing the blade in Damon’s direction. “He stole you from me!”
Elena could see the passion in Stefan’s eyes, the craze. She tried to take a few more steps toward Damon. She needed to get him free so they could escape.
“Don’t!” Stefan shouted, stopping Elena in her tracks.
“Stefan, please.” She begged. “Please, let him go.”
Her pleas only seemed to make Stefan angrier.
“I’ll go with you.” She blurted. “I’ll go with you, if you just – please Stefan – let Damon go.”
Stefan’s eyes brightened, his shoulders straightening. “You’ll be mine again?” He sounded so hopeful, yet so broken.
Elena nodded. “I’ll be with you. We’ll be together and nobody has to get hurt.”
“No, Elena!” Damon shouted.
Stefan seemed to consider this for a moment before walking silently over to Damon and unlatching the chain that held him to the ceiling.
As soon as the lock was open, Damon fell to the dirt floor. He groaned as he got to his knees, rubbing his red-rimmed wrists. He eyed Stefan’s hand distrustfully as it was offered to him.
After a few seconds of silent staring, Damon took Stefan’s hand and allowed himself to be hauled to his feet. Patting Damon on the back, Stefan gestured to Elena.
“I’ll give you two a moment.” He said. He then stepped over to the weapons table and began packing everything up.
“Damon,” Elena breathed. “I’m so sorry, Damon.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He said, taking her hand and nodding toward the exit. “It’s always gonna be Stefan.” He sighed. “I remember.”
“I’m sorry.” She nodded, gripping his hand tighter.
They made a dash for the stairs but Stefan intercepted them.
His eyes turned red, the veins spread across his face.
“You shouldn’t do that.” He growled before taking hold of Damon and throwing him against the wall opposite them.
He rounded on Elena, stalking her as she tried to back away.
“I just wanted to make sure he got out okay before we left together. I told you, I’m yours now, Stefan.” She insisted.
“Stop lying to me!” Stefan roared. “I didn’t want it to be this way. But if I can’t have you, no one can. Certainly not Damon.”
Elena gasped as her back collided with the rough cave wall. She watched as Stefan pulled a long, menacing looking knife from his pocket. “I really wish it didn’t have to end like this, but you’re not giving me much choice.”
Closing her eyes, Elena waited for the blow to come, but Stefan was knocked to the ground before he could strike.
The two brothers rolled across the floor, fighting for dominance. The cellar filled with sounds of punches landing, grunts of pain, blood mixing with dirt, and the clatter of the knife as it was knocked from Stefan’s grip.
Elena ran closer, attempting to grab the knife herself, but Stefan was quicker. He snatched the blade from the dirt and drove it straight into Elena’s chest.
“No!” Damon cried. “Elena!”
“I’m sorry.” Stefan grunted, pulling the knife from her body and disappearing through the door.
Damon fell to his knees for the second time that day, this time by Elena’s side. “Elena! No! Look at me!” He held her in his arms, supporting her shoulders in his lap, her head in his hands. “Stay with me! It’s going to be ok. You’re okay.”
“Damon.” She rasped. “Damon, I lov-“ She coughed, some blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Damon hushed her. “I know. I love you too. Always have, always will.” He could feel Elena’s breath begin to weaken.
“I’m so sorry, Damon.” She whispered. “I-.”
“No. Elena, look at me. Keep your eyes on me.” He caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Elena.” He called. “Elena!”
His voice was far away now. She could feel the blood filling her lungs, drowning her slowly. “Damon.” She wheezed.
“Elena.”
She closed her eyes, just for a second. Her body ached. She just needed to rest her eyes for a second.
“Elena.”
Then, suddenly, the pain was gone. Everything was okay. She opened her eyes and smiled a smile that lit up her whole face.
“It’s okay.” She breathed. “I’m okay.”
With one last rattling breath, she slipped into the darkness. It was warm and comfortable. She liked it there.
Damon watched the light leave her eyes, her lips still stretched in a smile.
“Elena.” He choked. “Elena, please no.” He pulled her head to his chest and rocked back and forth. “Elena.”
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Elena sat up, gasping for air. Water splashed over the edge of the tub as she jerked awake.
“Elena?” She turned and looked at Damon who was still laying beneath her. “You okay?”
Elena took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She said. “I love you, you know.”
Damon smiled and opened his arms to her. She settled back into his embrace and closed her eyes. “Always have, always will.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 16:59:11 GMT -5
Going to be delving into these fanfics as summer approaches! Also an oldie from the CW boards - www.fanfiction.net/s/6347789/1/The-Darkest-Side-of-MeThe chapters have been sort of piling on me and I have a good fifteen or so to read now lol. But I also noticed it hasn't been updated since 2011 and it doesn't have the 'complete' sign on it. I wonder if it perhaps is finished or if it's been abandoned by the author. I haven't used twitter in such long a time so haven't been keeping up with this author's timeline. If she mentioned anything about it at all. |
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Post by Doppelgänger on Jun 3, 2013 17:27:07 GMT -5
Yeah I read that one. It's one of my faves. I don't think it ever got completed.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 17:56:02 GMT -5
Yeah I read that one. It's one of my faves. I don't think it ever got completed. Crap! Hope the last chapter doesn't leave it on a cliffhanger! |
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