Broken
Okay, Leute. Das ist es. Wenn ihr Team Delena seid, was wohl der Fall ist, sonst würdet ihr meine FF nicht lesen, dann schnappt euch am besten ne Packung Taschentücher oder etwas was ihr ohne Bedenken durch die Gegend schmeißen könnt. Aber sagt hinterher nicht ich hätte euch nicht gewarnt!
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The next morning Elena woke up, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She didn't know how but she knew something was off. It wasn't the Stefan situation that was bothering her. It was something else. And soon she would find out what.
Once she was fully awake she became aware of the angry voices shouting at each other in the hallway. She couldn't make out what they were fighting about so she got up, opened the bedroom door a crack and listened.
"Where'd he go?"
"I have no idea! He totally surprised me by this!"
"When did he leave?"
"I don't know! I was sleeping!"
"He's your brother, goddamnit!"
"That doesn't mean I can see into his head and tell what he's up to! You know what he's like. This is so typical Damonish!"
Elena had heard enough to comprehend what had happened. So she opened the door widely and joined Stefan, her brother and Anna in the hallway.
"So Damon's gone," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"He must've left last night after you came back," Stefan assumed.
"You mean after you confessed your betrayal," Elena corrected him icily. She averted her gaze and stared at the floor.
"He probably went to Katherine," she told them after a minute.
"But why would he do that?"
"I don't know! Maybe to drive a stake though her heart so you won't be able to betray us again!" Elena snapped, turned around and retreated back into her room, slamming the door shut.
There probably was a logical reason as to why Damon left, hypothetically for Katherine. She wasn't sure if he would really do such a noble thing such as taking out Katherine on his own just to save them from more drama. She wasn't even sure if he really went to Katherine but it seemed logical. Otherwise he wouldn't just have gone AWOL.
She walked over to her bed and sat down. Then she took her cell phone, wrote a text and sent it to Damon.
Where are you?
Two hours later Damon still hadn't gotten in touch with her. He hadn't even answered any of her countless calls. At some point Elena couldn't stand worrying alone so she went upstairs to have breakfast. But neither in the parlor nor in the kitchen did she find someone to cheer her up. Stefan was probably out, hunting or with Katherine, too. Who was she to tell? And Jeremy and Anna were probably upstairs. If they had left they would have told her.
Not being very hungry she filled a bowl with the cornflakes her brother adored and a glass with orange juice. She had breakfast in silence, resenting the fact that wasn't a TV or radio set anywhere in the large manor.
Going crazy with worry Elena kept on trying to reach Damon and sending him messages which he never answered.
When Stefan returned home a couple of hours later she was slightly relieved because now she had someone to talk to though she would rather avoid him.
"Hey," he greeted her shyly and took a seat on the sofa while giving her enough space.
"Hey."
"Still nothing from Damon?"
"No..." She sighed. "I'm starting to worry, Stefan." That was actually a lie. She had been worrying about Damon ever since she knew he was gone.
"I know. Me, too," Stefan said. "You really think he went to Katherine?"
"I have no idea. Seems to be the only possibility." She groaned in frustration. The waiting really was driving her crazy.
"Um, listen, about yesterday," the younger Salvatore began but Elena cut him off.
"Save it, Stefan. I'm not in the mood for this, now."
"I understand," he replied, nodding. He got up, exited the parlor and left her alone.
Elena grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. She didn't understand it. It wasn't like him. Not returning calls. They hadn't fought.... Something was off. She could feel it. Katherine must have done something to him. Maybe she was holding him hostage? Weakened him with vervain? Or... No. She quickly pushed that terrible thought away. Damon couldn't be dead. He just couldn't...
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
And while she continued trying to figure out what was wrong and to reach him on the phone time flew by quickly.
Then around seven she heard the front door open.
At once she jumped to her feet and hurried into the hallway where Damon was just closing the door.
"Oh hey," he greeted her when he caught sight of her.
"Hey, where have you been and why didn't you return my calls?" she demanded, slightly irritated because he acted like nothing was wrong.
"I was busy," he told her airily and walked past her into the parlor to pour himself a drink. He could really need one now.
Elena followed, stood opposite him and crossed her arms, watching him sternly.
"Too busy to send a text that you were okay?" she snapped. "I've been worried about you!"
"I'm fine as you can see," he replied unperturbed and knocked back his glass before he refilling it.
"Where did you go?"
"You already know it so let's skip to the next part," Damon said, drinking.
"Katherine." She had thought so all along. "Why did you go see her?" she inquired.
Helping himself with another glass of bourbon he answered "I was pissed about what Stefan did. So I left early in the morning to tell her to back off."
"You were gone for half a day. What took you so long? What happened?"
Damon raised the glass to his mouth but hesitated. She wouldn't like this at all.
The truth was he had had his own reasons to be pissed at Stefan. Knowing his little brother had taken his chances with Katherine and hadn't been unsuccessful, either he recalled Katherine's words from their last encounter.
We can still be together.
He wanted to take that leap of faith so he went and...
"Things didn't go as planned. First we were fighting. Then we were talking and then... it just happened," Damon finished and knocked back another glass.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Elena squirm and pale out. Her jaw dropped and she stared at him in shock.
"IT? You slept with her?"
"I couldn't do anything about it and I didn't want to, either. She offered, I accepted," he said honestly.
Elena couldn't believe that this was really happening to her.
"How could you!" she burst out. "I thought you hate her!"
"I did but then she accepted me and there was no reason for me to hate her any longer."
"I - I can't believe it!"
"I don't know why you're so upset about it. It's none of your business anyway," Damon said without compassion. "If you're jealous you should have-"
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out
"I'm not jealous!" Elena shouted. "I just can't believe that I've been going crazy with worry while you had your fun with that bitch!"
"Whoa, language, Elena," he reprimanded her.
"I can call her whatever I want. And I'm sorry to break it to you lovesick idiot, that's just what she is. A selfish, manipulative bitch! You used to think so, too! What did she do to you? Vampire to vampire compulsion?"
"You're really getting a little too upset over this. What part of it's not your business, didn't you understand?" Damon replied, growing irritated.
"No, I have every reason to be upset, Damon!" she shouted. "Because within the last hours you destroyed everything that was between us!" Damon opened his mouth but she didn't give him a chance to speak. "I mean our friendship!" she clarified.
"You're going to end our friendship just because I slept with Katherine?" He shook his head and muttered something that sounded like "Ridiculous..."
"You really don't get it, do you?" Elena snapped, blinking away tears. "You betrayed me, Damon!" He huffed at that. "You know that Katherine's after me! You were the last element that was in her way! After Stefan fell for her I thought I could at least count on you to protect and save me from her! You were the only one I believed capable of taking her out! But now you're just like Stefan! I can't be friends with someone I can't trust. I - I hate you, Damon!" she exclaimed in despair. She shot one last hateful look at him before she turned around and stormed upstairs.
After slamming her bedroom door shut she finally burst into tears. Leaning against the door she slid to the floor into a sitting position and buried her face in her hands.
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
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Ich weiß ich mach mir grad genauso beliebt wie Kevin und Julie nach The Return, aber es muss leider sein. Dadurch entwickeln sich die Charaktere mehr und blahblahblah... ihr wisst was ich meine. Naja, auch wenns grad nicht so blumig ausschaut, kann ich euch beruhigen und sagen, dass es (hoffentlich bald) wieder bergauf geht. Ich hoffe ihr könnt solange warten.
Bis zum nächsten Mal,
eure Asu
P.S Mit brichts auch das Herz. Damon, du Idiot!!!
