Wrong Salvatore 27
A/N I'm sorry about the long delay! I've finished all my exams though! I had a great holiday and then a bit of writer's block but I'm back with this chapter… obviously. The reviews for the last chapter blew me away. It's the most I have ever received for a chapter and it was really amazing. I don't expect to ever get so many, so I'm cherishing the moment. I know a lot of you were annoyed with how things went down in the last chapter but I hope you all stick with me as Damon and Elena try to overcome all their problems and find their way back to each other.
Elena sat in her car for a good five minutes, letting the tears pour out of her, before pulling herself together and getting some composure. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and the sleeve of her jumper. She'd cried her eyes out and now it was time to do something. She put the key into the ignition and fired up her car. She had to get home, quickly. She needed to get there long before Damon. Blinking away all her tears, she drove away from the bar where her husband was currently inside, kissing her dead ringer.
What the hell was going on? This wasn't right. Things just weren't adding up. Everything about this kiss was wrong and that in itself with was wrong. Kissing Elena had never felt wrong before. Feeling Elena's tongue run along his bottom lip was the last straw. This just really wasn't right.
He pulled away from her harshly and breathed heavily trying to process everything that had happened in the last five minutes. Finally he settled on feeling angry. "You can't just waltz in here, kiss me and say you love me when you've been making out with Stefan. How am I ever supposed to trust you again, Elena?" he blew up.
He most certainly had not been expecting her to double over in laughter. His anger reached new levels. She thought that this was a laughing matter? Who was this woman he married? She was more like Katherine than Elena. Oh shit.
"A little birdy told me there was a hunky leather clad blue-eyed man hanging around and I thought perfect timing!"
"Katherine."
"The one and only," she grinned. "So how has my Damon been doing these last few years?"
Damon's face revealed nothing. He spoke emotionlessly, "why are you here Katherine?"
Katherine sighed and rolled her eyes at Damon's seriousness. "I thought it was time to make a return to the party in Mystic Falls. Just my luck I didn't actually have to actually go all the way back to that boring town to find a Salvatore brother."
Damon refused to comment on her snarky words. He just wanted answers. "Why were you even looking for me and Stefan?"
Katherine shrugged, like she had no cares in the world. She pouted as she strolled up close to his body and pressed her hands against his chest. "I'm bored and I thought, why not start up our kinky threesome again?" she said grinning widely.
He was not happy, in any way by Katherine's closeness. He shoved her off of him and spoke loudly and clearly, so that she got the point. "That will never happen. In case you lost your memory, I'm married to Elena." He tried not to think about the irony of that sentence.
Katherine rolled her eyes as she recovered from his forceful shove. "Oh yes, Elena. How is my carbon copy doing?" Katherine giggled. "From the look of things, you're so called marriage isn't doing too well."
"It's doing fine," Damon bit out angrily.
Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Just fine? Isn't marriage supposed to be better the fine? Say amazing, astounding or even awesome?"
"It is," Damon said firmly.
"Really? Didn't sound like it to me. What was it you said Elena did? She kissed Stefan, was it?" Katherine asked evilly, knowing perfectly well what Damon has said. "Can I just say, I have never been more proud of my lame-ass doppelganger."
Damon's silence spoke volumes and only pushed Katherine on to make more bitchy comments. "So what was it that attracted her back to Stefan again? Was it his pure love? His sweet kisses? I'm dying to know!"
"Shut the fuck up Katherine." To say Damon wasn't pleased with Katherine's presence would be the understatement of the year.
"Why, does the truth hurt?" Katherine asked sticking out her bottom lip. "Aww, baby it's okay. I'll make it all better." She made a move to get closer to him again.
"Stay the hell away from me and Elena, and Stefan for that matter."
"That's what you say Damon, but I know what you really want."
"Did I not make it clear the last time you stepped foot in Mystic Falls? I want absolutely nothing to do with you. You are the bane of my existence!" Damon shouted, frustration getting the better of him.
Katherine rolled her eyes. "Are we really starting up this nonsense again? I want my fun, doting Damon from 1864 again."
"That idiotic, lovesick Damon is dead. Go find some other poor guy to suck the life out of; and I don't mean that literally." Damon tried to move past her to the exit but Katherine wasn't having it.
"Elena really does have you whipped, doesn't she?" Katherine ran her finger down his chest as she gave her best pout, trying to lure him in.
Damon sighed heavily. "Katherine, your cheap tricks won't work. You just don't do it for me anymore."
"Tut, tut, tut Damon. That right there was a blatant lie. Of course I still do it for you! After all, you are married to… well me."
Damon grimaced. "I am certainly, in no way married to you Katherine. You and Elena are as opposite as they get. Elena is kind, funny, sexy, sweet, caring, beautiful, and generous. The list just goes on. You on the other hand are manipulative, vindictive, selfish, bitchy, cunning, self-centered and cruel. Would you look at that? That list goes on too."
Katherine scowled at his words. She didn't like competition and she certainly didn't like competition from the human girl that looked like her.
"I think it's time you skipped town again," Damon advised. His eyes suddenly caught Bree's gaze as she tried to send him a message.
"Not until I get my Salvatore brothers," she replied determinedly.
"That's never happening again, Katherine. I'm taken; off the market forever."
"Well that's clearly not true. I'm pretty sure you and Elena will be breaking up soon, especially seeing as you're not sure whether you'll forgive her for sampling your brother again. On top of that, I can't imagine that she'll take the news that we kissed again all that well."
"You don't know anything about my marriage to Elena so just stay out of it. Go back to whatever Godforsaken place will take you and back to whatever Godforsaken person will have you." Damon nodded ever so slightly towards Bree, making sure Katherine didn't catch onto what was going down.
"Your determination to make me leave has the complete opposite effect on me. It makes me want to stay, just that much more." Katherine smiled evilly. "Unless that's what you wanted? You want me stay but you can't ask me because then that would make you a very naughty husband! Cunning."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Only you would come to such a ridiculous conclusion. I'm outta here." He pushed his way past her and out the back door of the bar.
Katherine sighed and vampire sped out of the bar to block Damon's path again. "You can't leave me high and dry!"
"Actually, I believe I can."
He once again moved away from her but before she could block his pathway once again, she crumbled into a heap on the floor, clutching her whole body.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded weakly.
"He's not doing anything honey, that'd be me," Bree spoke up. "Now, what I'm doing is setting off about a hundred aneurysms in your brain, whilst simultaneously stabbing a hole into all your organs. And now Damon's going to shoot you up with a quadruple dose of vervain." Damon did exactly as she said and Katherine lost consciousness immediately and lay sprawled out on the ground.
"What are you going to do with her?" Damon asked Bree.
"Actually, I have a friend who's been looking for her for a long time. Just my luck, she came swanning into my bar."
"A friend?" Damon asked, curious about her vague words.
Bree gave him a pointed look. "The less you know, the better."
"Elena's not going to be in any harm because of all of this is she?"
Bree shook her head. "Don't worry about Elena. She's safe. I think it's time you went home. You've had enough drama at my bar and I think you've delayed talking to Elena for as long as you possibly can."
Damon nodded and began backing away. "Be careful Bree. Stay safe. Don't underestimate her," he said nodding towards Katherine's unmoving body.
"Don't worry about me, I can handle her. Come visit again with Elena when things have smoothed over."
Damon nodded again. "I will." With those parting words he made his way back to his blue Camaro.
Damon sat in his car, eyes closed. He tried to process everything that had happened in that incredibly eventful day. Had he really started the day driving back from New York? It had felt like this one day had lasted the length of about three. It didn't make a difference to how he felt though.
The guilt he felt was all-consuming. He'd betrayed Elena - his wife. He was so disappointed in himself for not realising that it wasn't his wife who'd entered the bar, sooner. His drunken and upset state had meant he hadn't put all the blaring, flashing signs together. On top of that, he genuinely hadn't expected Katherine to ever wander back into his life after their last meeting. It didn't change the fact that he had let her kiss him though. How was he supposed to ever explain this Elena? She'd never forgive him. How was she supposed to not worry that he'd do it again? Something in his gut told him he wouldn't make that mistake again but how was Elena supposed believe that?
It felt wrong to judge her for kissing Stefan. After all, he was now no longer any better than her. It made his heart sink to even think about what he'd done. It hadn't been done knowingly but did that really make a big difference?
Damon started up his car and drove back to Mystic Falls, speeding like a maniac - just the way he loved to drive. He couldn't drive this fast when Elena was in his car, over the fear that she would get hurt, even if he did believe it was impossible with his vampire reflexes.
Right now, he had one mission in mind, and that was to go home. He had to speak to Elena. He had to know how things really went down between her and Stefan. Listening to Katherine reinforced in him how different his wife was to her. It made him question whether Elena really had kissed Stefan and if she had, there had to be a reason behind it. Things had been going great between them. She wasn't a manipulative bitch like Katherine who would just string him along. On top of that discussion, he had to tell her about the mistake he made with Katherine. It would be painful for her but he loved her too much to lie about it. He was glad that their relationship consisted of no secrets and lies - at least this was the case on his side and it was what used to be the case for her, but not lately.
He was back in Mystic Falls in record time. He took note of Elena's car as he parked his car in the driveway. She was back home. He sighed, mentally preparing himself for this long awaited discussion that was likely to turn into a fight. He tried to keep his emotions in check; he didn't want to be vulnerable. He wanted to be unreadable and in complete control of his emotions. Who was he kidding though? Whenever Elena was concerned, his emotions just poured out from him like a milk container with a hole in the bottom. He couldn't put this off any longer, he just had to get it over with and hope there would be a positive outcome. He got out of his car and vampire sped into his house.
The bottom floor of the house was quiet, there was no movement. Strange. Now that he thought about it, the whole house was eerily quiet. He sped up to his room and as he stood outside the door he could hear hustling and bustling from within, and he could distinctly hear Elena's footsteps. It seemed that she was the only person at home though; which now that he thought about it was a good thing: he wanted their conversation to be private.
He stepped into the room and frowned at the sight before him. Elena was packing her clothes into a suitcase. She looked up when she heard the door open and stared hard at her husband. She was expressionless as her eyes bored into his. Without saying a word, she dropped her gaze and went back to packing. Damon was beyond confused over what was happening. The only thing his mind could grasp onto was the fact that she was leaving and uncontrollable panic moved through every cell in his body at this realisation.
"You're packing," Damon stated. Elena hesitated for a second. She didn't look up, but instead continued to fold some of the t-shirts she had pulled out of the closet. "You're leaving." Again, Elena made no move to respond.
Damon closed the door to the room and stepped closer to Elena. He watched her quietly continue to pack her clothes in the suitcase when something inside him suddenly snapped. He vampire sped so that he was mere inches away from her. The sudden closeness startled her, but she didn't let it stop her from her attempts to carry on packing. He forcefully pulled her hands away from her clothes and jerked her chin up so that she was looking at him again.
"What are you doing?"
She laughed emptily. "You know what I'm doing. You said it yourself. I'm packing. I'm leaving." She moved away from his hands and walked back to her closet, pulling out more clothes.
"Where are you going?" he demanded to know. He dismissed her previous mocking words.
"That's for me to know and for you to well… never know."
"Elena, stop playing games! Tell me where you're going?"
Something now snapped in Elena and she quickly turned to face him again. "I'm playing games?" she asked disbelievingly. She walked up to him and pressed her index finger into his chest. "You're the one playing games and I refuse to be a part of them for any longer."
Confusion ran through Damon, but he refused to let it take him away from his line of questioning. "Where are you going Elena?" he asked demandingly once again.
"I'm going somewhere that's away from you," she snapped.
He let her words sink in. She still hadn't told him exactly where she was going. He couldn't help but wonder if she was doing what he thought she was doing. In a small voice, he articulated his fears. "Are you going away with Stefan?"
Pain. That was all that Elena felt as she heard Damon's question. Did he not trust her at all? He really had believed Stefan's lies whole-heartedly. She didn't let him see the inner pain that he had caused her by accusing her of something so lowly. Instead, she used all her experience from watching Damon, to put on a front.
She sneered at him and put in the last pieces of clothing into her suitcase. "No Damon." He sighed in relief and then he was flooded with guilt for ever letting that thought in let alone actually voicing it to her. His relief didn't last long. "I'm actually moving all my things so that Katherine can move in."
Damon was sure that for about ten seconds, time stood still. His mind was blank; his mouth refused to open and his heart would not stop racing. He could hardly process her words. Her words went round and round in his head. She knew.
Elena watched every inch of Damon's face. She was desperate for answers, but she wasn't going to show him that. She watched his eyebrows screw up and his lips purse. She was scared to hear what he would have to say about the woman she looked like: his first love. She didn't want him to spout bullshit. She wanted the truth; even if it stung like nothing else before.
"How did you know?" Elena's world truly crumbled after those four measly words. He hadn't denied it, but she hadn't expected him to seeing as that would make him a liar, because she'd seen them kissing. He just hadn't explained himself, which meant he did have feelings for Katherine despite the fact that he denied it during one of their post-amnesia talks.
Elena looked away, composed herself and then looked back at her husband. "I'm pretty sure I remember telling you once before that I might not have my memories but I sure as hell have eyes."
"You were in Georgia?" Damon asked, genuinely shocked that she had been there. How had he not seen her, or even sensed her?
"Yep, just in time to see you all over Katherine," she replied nonchalantly as she zipped up her suitcase.
"It's not what it looked like," Damon attempted to explain.
"Really?" Elena asked with mocked incredulity. "So you weren't kissing my vampire ancestor that looks exactly like me?"
"That's not what I meant!" Damon said, failing to adequately explain himself. He was getting frustrated with both himself and Elena. She wasn't listening to him. He needed to tell her it was a mistake, a drunken, stupid mistake.
"Then please," Elena began sarcastically, "explain to me why Katherine had her tongue down your throat."
Damon's eyes flared. "Her tongue was not down my throat, as you so nicely put it," he growled. "Besides, Katherine kissed me and you kissed Stefan. It's all cancelled out now."
Silence fell amongst them. Elena couldn't believe what Damon had said; in fact Damon couldn't believe what he had said. It was the heat of the moment. Frustration got the better of him and he let his mouth run.
"Is that how it is now? I supposedly hurt you, so you hurt me back. Maybe Andie was right. Maybe our relationship is toxic."
Damon remained mute. He wanted to say that Andie was a jealous bitch and what she said was completely wrong but his mouth refused to do as he said. It was as though it realised the last thing he had said was completely idiotic and so now it was trying to save his skin by keeping shut. The only problem was that keeping shut was now the worst option.
Elena was unable to hold her emotions in any longer. In fact, she'd been surprised how well she had kept all the pain, hurt and anger in. Tears rolled down her face slowly as she faced her new reality. She was so disappointed in both Damon and herself. If she had just been honest with him from the start, they could've avoided this whole mess. That being said Damon should've never kissed Katherine and then justified it by saying she'd kissed someone else first. He didn't even know the truth about the Stefan kiss. She didn't have the energy to even let him in on the truth now. It wasn't as though it would make a difference now. The damage was done and she just needed to get away from him.
"I'm moving into Jenna's place for a while," she spoke up, giving Damon the answer to his first question. "I think… I think we need some time apart. We need to cool down before we talk anymore because neither of us can look at what's happened objectively. I'll come find you, when… if I'm ready to forgive you." She wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her jumper as she picked up her suitcase and turned to leave the room.
"Elena!" he called out weakly. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at him.
"I need time Damon," she said brokenly as she gave him a small, sad smile and left the room.
Damon stood stationary for a long time, unable to wrap his head around the fact that his wife was gone.
A/N Things just keep getting worse huh? Keep the faith though, it's a bumpy ride.
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