Wrong Salvatore 25
A/N So apparently I lied at the end of the last chapter because I'm back with another chapter! I found some time here and there and the words just really flowed out for this chapter. So no more crying about that last cliffhanger!
Elena was panting heavily by the time she finally reached the Salvatore Boarding House. She really needed to start going to a gym or something. She may hate running but she had to get fit. It took her way too long to get from Caroline's place to back home.
She took a quick breather before she opened the front door.
"Damon!" she called out as soon as she was through the door. He didn't respond so she made her way upstairs to see if he was in their room.
She walked into their room to find that he wasn't there. She frowned. 'Where the hell is he?' She walked down the corridor when she caught a glimpse of Bonnie's hair in the room she shared with Stefan.
"Hey Bonnie, have you seen Damon?" she asked in a rush, as her eyes darted around looking for him. When she didn't get a reply her focus went back to her friend. "Bonnie?" she said tentatively.
It was only then that she realised her friend was sobbing. It didn't take her long to run to Bonnie and pull her into a hug.
"Oh Bonnie, what happened? Are you hurt?" she asked, pulling herself away and scanning Bonnie's face and body to make sure she wasn't physically injured. Bonnie didn't say a word, but tears continued to streak down her face.
Understanding hit Elena at that very moment. This was about Stefan. Stefan had broken up with her and now she was in despair. She pulled her friend back into a warm hug, wanting to comfort her in her moment of sadness.
"Oh sweetie. Did Stefan break up with you? It's for the best Bonnie."
Bonnie snapped as soon as she heard what Elena had to say. She pushed Elena away from her and just looked at her. Was she serious? Was this really her friend?
"Are you serious?" Bonnie asked, voicing her thoughts.
"I know it might not seem like it right now Bonnie but it really is the best thing."
"Stefan didn't break up with me," Bonnie said stoically.
"Oh," Elena responded. She had put her foot in her mouth and had assumed that was why she was crying. How the hell was she supposed to salvage this situation? "Why are you crying then?"
"I'm crying because the friendship with my closest friend since kindergarten is gone."
Elena froze. What was she talking about?
"I don't understand."
"Funny that, because I don't understand why you kissed my boyfriend."
Elena was caught completely off-guard. She hadn't been expecting that.
She gulped. This was bad. This was very bad. What the hell had Stefan told her? And where the hell was he?
"I never kissed Stefan."
"Elena, you haven't ever lied to me the whole time I've known you. Don't start now."
"Exactly! I've never lied to you before! I'm not a liar. But Stefan, he lied to me so many times when I was with him. He lied about Katherine and the fact that I'm her doppelganger and he even lied about being a god-damn vampire to me. Why can't you believe that he lied now?"
Some of Bonnie's resolve was chipped away; Elena could see it. "What reason does he have to lie? Elena, tell me what happened," she whimpered as more tears ran down her face, blurring her vision.
Elena swallowed. She really hadn't wanted to be the one to reveal the events that had unfolded but she was left with no choice. Stefan hadn't stepped up to the plate. He had just spread lies.
"Stefan and I went to that musical in Georgia and things were going great until the ride back home. He stopped the car and started walking away, so naturally I followed him. He started talking about his inability to fight it and I got scared thinking he was talking about his bloodlust and then he just kissed me. I tried to push him away but he kept forcing himself on me." She took a deep breath, her eyes refusing to look at Bonnie. She was scared to see how much she was hurting her friend and she was scared that her friend wouldn't believe her. "I finally got him off me and then he goes ahead and says he loves me and that he knows I love him too. It is a complete lie though because… because I love Damon. He said ever since my accident I remind him of the Elena I was when I was with him. It was probably my fault to start with because I was still infatuated by him when I got out of the hospital."
"It's not your fault," Bonnie said firmly. Elena's eyes shot to her friend. She was no longer crying. She was using the sleeves to wipe away the tears that were stained on her face. She had a determined look on her face; she was beyond angry.
It was at that precise moment Stefan returned to the room from his shower, fully-clothed. His eyes doubled in size when he noticed Elena in the room. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. His lies had caught up to him and he was screwed now.
"Elena, what a surprise. I wasn't-" He never got the chance to finish his sentence as Elena strode right up to him and slapped him as hard as she could. The sound of the slap resounded around the Boarding House like an echo.
"Don't act like a fool. The least you could do is grow a pair and own up to your actions," Elena hissed at him.
"Move out the way, Elena," Bonnie said. The tone of her voice gave nothing away. Elena did as her friend requested. "Is it true Stefan?"
"Is what true?" he asked innocently.
"Don't play dumb."
"I'm not-" Once again his sentence was interrupted but this time he wasn't being slapped. No, this time he had an aneurysm and it was positively painful. He held his hand against his head as he bent over and cried out in pain.
Suddenly the pain was gone and he couldn't be more relieved. "Now let's try this again shall we? What really happened that night?"
"Bonnie, I told you the truth, I - aaaahhh!" Another aneurysm went off in his brain.
Elena stood back, watching the scene. Fear gripped her. She was worried Bonnie might takes things too far.
"So Stefan, baby," she said sarcastically. "Do you feel like telling me what really happened now?"
"I kissed Elena," he whispered painfully.
Just like that, the hard, tough Bonnie disappeared as she fell to the ground and cried. Elena quickly fell to the ground as well and hugged her friend tightly. She felt so bad.
"I'm sorry Bonnie," he whispered.
Bonnie's head shot up. "You do not get to be sorry," she snarled. "You just- you just do not get to be sorry. What the hell is wrong with you? What was lacking in our relationship?"
Stefan didn't say anything and Elena began to feel awkward being in the room. This was personal; it should be private.
"I made a mistake."
"A mistake? Is that what you're going to call it so that I'll forgive you and take you back. I want a real answer. Why Stefan, why?" she asked, getting up from the floor and stalking up to him.
Elena felt like this was her queue to leave but stopped in her tracks when she heard Stefan speak again.
"I fell off the wagon," he whispered. "I've been drinking as much human blood as possible so that I don't hurt you and Elena but fighting the bloodlust around you both means that other parts of me come out. I'm a monster."
Elena turned to face him. She was shocked. He was drinking human blood and this was what that made him? How comes it didn't do the same for Damon?
Bonnie stepped away from Stefan, her eyes wide in disbelief. When had this happened? How had this happened? How had she not noticed? There were too many questions.
"Why didn't you just tell us Stefan?" Bonnie asked. Her voice was laced with sadness. "We could've helped you. Instead, you kept it a secret and decided that what, telling lies and going around kissing my friends would be better?"
"I can't control it Bonnie. Just now I left the room to go have a shower but what I was really doing was rummaging through the blood bags I had hidden in the bathroom. How was I supposed to tell you? Was I just supposed to go up to you and say 'hey, guess what? I'm drinking human blood again and it's making me crazy.' How well that would've gone down."
"I just don't get why you went after Elena."
Stefan's eyes shifted towards Elena who had remained uncharacteristically quiet the whole time.
"My feelings get confused when the bloodlust settles in. I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore and I can't stop myself from just wanting everything and anything, including Elena."
"But how could you do that to Damon, your own brother?"
"He did it to me first." There was resentment laced in his words.
"Are you serious?" Elena finally spoke up. "You thought you'd just say you loved me to get back at Damon falling in love with me almost four years ago? That is seriously a new low Stefan."
"I can't help it!"
"Yes you can! Don't pretend to be the victim Stefan. If all other vampires can learn to control what they become when they consume human blood, so can you. Look at Damon," Elena argued angrily.
"Well it's not like I'm going to be able to look at Damon anytime soon," Stefan bit back. He didn't like the way that Elena was insinuating that Damon was better than him. He hated having his lack of control being compared to his brother's. If anything, he was jealous of Damon's ability to be himself and not a monster when he was drinking blood.
Elena froze. "What?" She glanced at Bonnie who was looking at the ground shamefully. "What does that mean?" Again, no-one answered her question. Elena looked at Bonnie again. "Bonnie, where's Damon?" Silence. "Where is he?" she shouted.
"He overheard Stefan's lie that you kissed him."
"No, no, no, no, no, no," Elena muttered in despair. This was not happening. Damn it, she should have told him. She was just about to tell him. She was too late. She was too late and now she was in deep shit. "Where is he?" she asked, dread settling inside her.
"I don't know. He just left before we could say anything. He got in his car and he just drove away."
"He just left?" she asked sadly. Bonnie nodded in confirmation.
He hadn't waited to hear her side of it? That hurt, that really hurt.
She didn't stick around to listen to anymore. She didn't need to hear anymore from Stefan. In fact, if she listened to another lie coming out of his mouth she'd beg Bonnie to give him a permanent aneurysm. She had already wasted so much time listening to him. She legged it out of the Boarding House and got into her own car. How had she not noticed that Damon's car was missing as soon as she got back home?
She rested her head against the steering wheel as she tried to think straight. She had too many thoughts, too many emotions running through her. Where the hell would Damon have run to? She had no idea; all she knew was that she had to find him.
She put the key in the ignition and started up her car. She'd go to The Grill first and if he wasn't there she'd think of another place to go. She just prayed she wasn't too late; that Damon wouldn't do something brash and impetuous, that he would soon regret.
"Wait, so let me get this straight. Elena got into a car accident and now she suffers from amnesia so she doesn't remember marrying you. In fact, she doesn't even remember breaking up with Stefan. But you've slowly been trying to make her fall in love with you again and you even went to New York, but then she had memories of you and your ex-girlfriend and freaked out a bit. Oh and she doesn't like your friend, Mandy was it?"
"Andie," Damon corrected.
"Right. So you come home and you overhear Stefan telling his girlfriend that Elena kissed him and then you barged right out of there."
"Yep," Damon confirmed as he drunkenly poured himself some more bourbon, half of which ended up on the table rather than in his glass.
"Why are you so sure Stefan is telling the truth? Did you hear what Elena had to say?"
Damon's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would he lie?"
"I don't know, he's your brother. Does he still have feelings for her?"
"Stefan? No way." His voice gave away how he wasn't entirely confident in his answer.
"Well did you hear what she had to say?" Bree asked as she dried the glasses with a washcloth.
"What, so she can talk her way out of it?" he scoffed before gulping down his drink.
"Damon, she deserves to give her side of the story. Remember, there are three sides to the story: his side, her side and the truth."
"How can I find out the truth without compelling her?"
"Well you're gonna have to figure that part out by yourself but first you need to hear her side."
Damon swirled the bourbon in his glass around, contemplating whether he had reacted too hastily.
"Why are you so quick to believe Elena would do such a thing?"
Damon stared at his drink not saying anything. For a second, Bree wondered if he had even heard her. "The love I have for her… her love for me; it consumes me. It blinds me. I saw the way she looked at Stefan after her accident, but my faith in us, in our relationship made me blow it off. I was blinded by how strong my love for her was and I didn't think that maybe she'd want Stefan. She's told me that she loves Stefan but not once has she said she loves me. I know it's too early to expect something like that but I can't help myself. I can't stop hoping -my fault really. I mean, if she's kissing me when she doesn't love me, of course she'll be kissing Stefan because she does love him."
Bree's eyes softened in sadness. She felt bad for her favourite vampire. He and Elena had been visiting her bar frequently over the past few years. She had seen just how crazy in love with each other they were, how consumed they were by each other and how inseparable they had been from each other. To have it all snatched away so suddenly was sad to see - just plain sad.
He needed to drink more. His words weren't even slurring anymore. Damn his stupid vampire body for recovering from alcohol too quickly. He went to pour himself some more bourbon when he realised the bottle was no longer next to him, where he had placed it. Weird.
He was about to open his mouth and ask for more from Bree when he noticed her giving him a stern look.
"No more alcohol for you."
"What?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she really taking his bourbon?
"You should go home."
"Why is all the bourbon gone?" Bree had to keep in her laugh at how similar Damon sounded to Captain Jack Sparrow and his rum.
"Damon, you and I both know that you know that alcohol does nothing for the pain. You're in denial if you think it soothes it in any way."
Bree walked away and Damon turned to stare at the door. Should he go back? He wasn't ready to hear how Elena still loved Stefan though. Just the thought of it, brought great pain to his heart.
He was torn. Should he go back to Mystic Falls? Or should he jump behind the bar, grab some bourbon and continue to wallow in his misery?
He stared at the entrance to the bar, willing it to give him an answer. To his absolute surprise, it did. It looked like he was staying.
Andie walked into the bar. Her eyes landed on Damon immediately, and lit up. She smiled broadly when he waved her over to join him.
A/N Is this ending more suitable? Yes? No?
I think a few of you figured out Andie might make a reappearance right about now. Now question is, is she up to no good? Who am I kidding; she's always up to no good.
Now I'm not going to say how long it'll take me to update because I honestly didn't think I'd find the time to do this chapter, so I'm just going to say, don't expect an update anytime soon.
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