Chapter 8

Damon grabbed Elena’s hand, dragging her into the darkness of the trees. He felt her hand grip his tighter as they went deeper.

“Uh, Damon?” Elena asked, confused. “Would you mind telling me where we’re going.”

He grinned. “Just wait. It’s a surprise,” he told her, his voice cool. He stopped in his tracks ( Read more... )

            Elena and Damon walked into the theatre, shoulder to shoulder. “Calm down. I got it. I hug you… you hug me.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “We kiss… it’s a very simple number.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “I don’t think so, Damon. Nice try, though.”

He just chuckled. “It was worth a shot.” Elena just looked at him. “ ( Read more... )

            “Jonah,” Damon sighed.

“Nice to speak with you, Buddy!”

Damon rolled his eyes. “I wish. What do you want?”

“Well that’s a nice way to speak to your only friend,” Jonah said on the other line. Damon grunted.

“I have no friends.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you ‘round town,” Jonah ( Read more... )

            “Matt,” Elena sighed. “I’m so sorry. I just need some time.”

He nodded, walking away. Elena felt terrible. Matt Donovan used to be her boyfriend. She had just broken up with him.

There was something about her relationship with Matt. It didn’t seem… passionate. She felt guilty. Matt’s heart was broken, and it was ( Read more... )

            Elena woke up slowly. The bed felt empty. She instinctively reached for the other side of the bed. Damon wasn’t there. Then where was he?

“Damon?” she said groggily. Her mental haze cleared when she felt strong hands at her waist, pulling her to the edge of the bed. She turned around to look at his gorgeous face.

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            Elena wiped the tear off of Damon’s cheek in wonder. Never, in all of her life, had she seen him cry. And now, he was sobbing out of pure happiness. Happiness for her.

It made Elena’s heart ache with an overwhelming love.

She ran her fingers through his disheveled hair, looking into his glossy blue eyes. “ ( Read more... )

            Elena slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt so badly that she couldn’t think straight. Everything burned. She looked around, realizing that she was in either an apartment or a large hotel room. She didn’t even know what color the walls were; her vision was blurred and she could only see shades of blacks and whites.

Elena ( Read more... )

Chapter 9

“Hello, Elena, Damon,” Yasmine said, shaking their hands, showing them her businesslike smile as she turned to face Stefan, her smile turning flirtatious. “I’m sorry I don’t believe that we’ve met. My name is Yasmine.”

“Stefan,” he stated indifferently, looking around the deserted beach. “What exactly are we doing here?”

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Chapter 6

Yasmine approached her temporary apartment, on her cell phone. “Yes, Gabriel. I found her. Her name is Elena Gilbert. She was turned five years ago.”

“Find her weaknesses. Find her strengths.”

“I know. You’ve only been telling me that for the past month,” she chuckled, putting the key through the ( Read more... )

Chapter 3

Stefan walked through the empty streets of Mystic Falls. It felt hollow to him. It was so different now. Boring.

Probably because I haven’t been here, he thought, boosting his large ego.

He kept walking, examining the fine architecture of the small town. Then he reached Elena’s street, and froze.

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