Damon carried Elena over the doorstep, like a bride and kicked the door with his foot, in an attempt to shut Bonnie outside. However, she just in time stopped the door from locking and she entered the Gilbert house.
“I’ll take her to bed” Bonnie said authoritative. But Elena groaned sleepy and clung on Damon’s neck. Damon ignored Bonnie and carried Elena upstairs to her bedroom. He opened her door, walked her to her cama and gently lay her down.
Bonnie stood in the doorway, looking sharp at the bed. Damon sat at the end, taking off Elena’s shoes. He felt Bonnies stare piercing on him and he turned around, noticing the judgy look in her eyes. “I’m not going to undress her” he said annoyed. “But she can’t sleep with her shoes, okay?”
Bonnie pursed her lips. “Fine then” she gave in. “But don’t drag this out any longer that it has to” Trusting nothing inappropriate would happen between them, Bonnie turned around and left the room, leaving Damon and Elena alone.
Damon shoved a little closer to Elena and stroke her hair. He missed the real Elena so much. Not that this wasn’t the real Elena, this was just… another version of her. He knew she was in there, deep inside. She was just locked up in her own childhood.
“Goodnight, Elena” Damon said soft. He leaned progressivo, para a frente and gave her a soft kiss on her head. Elena gripped his sleeve and sat up. “Will you read me a bedtime story?”
Damon frowned his eyebrows. “What?” he asked unsure. “A bedtime story” Elena repeated. Damon averted his head and looked at the floor, shocked and upset. “Are you seriously asking me to read you some fairytale story?” he asked hoarse. Elena opened her mouth, then closed it and pouted. “You don’t want to!” she wailed and tears rolled over her face. “No, please don’t cry” Damon tried to calm her. He anxiously looked at the doorway, expecting Bonnie to come and take notice of what was going on. “Stop crying, Elena, please” he begged helpless. “I’ll do it, I’ll read you a story” Elena stopped whining. She looked at Damon, suspicion all over her face. “You’re just saying that so I wouldn’t cry anymore. You don’t really want to” she said, crossing her arms.
“No, I really want to” Damon said. “Of course I will tell you some story. In fact, I happen to know a very beautiful tale. One that really happened”
“Yay!” Elena cheered and clapped her hands. She got herself a comfortable posture and took her teddy. “I’m all set”
“Okay” Damon said. “Once upon a time, in a land far far away…”