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Ok, so if you know me from Fanfiction.net (Danielle Salvatore) you would know that I’m a major Bamon fan. They are my favorito pairing from VD in the show and books (though mostly books). But lately, in the show at least, I’ve started to see Delena in a new light, maybe even to the point that I might start liking them soon.
Now before my fellow Bamon fãs start kicking my ass, I’m not saying that I’m switching pairings. I still amor Bamon, but I think in the VD show, I might become neutral someday.
So I got inspired to get into the Delena fã base a little, por going over to their spot...

Elena’s POV
“Why don’t you sit down and we can talk.” I was pressed tightly up against the counter. “No need to be scared.” Katherine was smiling as she took steps towards me. “Katherine this is between Damon, Stefan and you not me.” Katherine tilted her head and shook it tell me no. “Honey this is about you.”

    Damon’s POV    
“How the hell could you do that? Damon I asked you to do this for Elena.” Stefan was furious. I just rolled my eyes. “Your just upset because she may also have feelings for me to, just like Katherine.”...

“What do you mean? What’s happened?” Damon urged. Katherine hung her head solemnly.
“The new vampiros in town are the same ones that were obsessed with me back in the 1850’s. The exact same ones.” My jaw dropped and I gasped.
“Why are they here? Why now?” said Damon as he tensed up and clenched his fists.
“My guess is that it’s because I’m close to my…humanity, which is, FOR NOW, Elena,” she said, accentuating the words ‘for now’ and staring maliciously at me. I took a step back. Damon placed himself as if he was ready to protect me from anything. His eyes were wide....

“How….” I said slowly, trying to get my head around what Katherine was telling me. I was her humanity? I was her SOUL? “How…” I said pathetically again. She sat down on the sofa and held her empty glass tightly. She looked up at me.
“When Emily removed my humanity, she locked it away. She told me that the only way I could ever get it back was if it was…born again. Then she would chant a spell and my souls would be united.” She stared sadly at the floor. “But Emily has gone. Her spell has gone. There’s no way I can get my humanity back…” Damon’s mouth stopped hanging...

“What?” Stefan said when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she said to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need you to tell us. What are you talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat vodka, vodca and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...

Suddenly, two men emerged from the forest behind us. They were dressed head to toe in hiking gear and they were laughing and chatting to each other.
“See what I mean?” Damon whispered in my ear. I batted him away.
“Oh shush.” He laughed gently and I saw that his line of vision was fixed on the hikers. I felt myself shaking slightly. He looked down at me abruptly.
“Elena, don’t worry. I won’t hurt them. I won’t hurt anyone when you’re around me. I promise.” My shaking gradually stopped. I looked back at the hikers and one of them saw me looking. He waved.
“Hi there!” he...

Stefan looked at the floor guiltily.
“Go on Stefan, explain yourself,” Damon pressed. Stefan looked up at him angrily.
“You already know everything.” He looked back at me. “Elena, I’m so sorry I left you. I asked Damon to tell you everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told you then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on you two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had said he loved me and he was sorry about whatever...

It was Stefan.

He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once mais and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance or his face, but in his eyes. His...

This story happens after Nightfall. It's a Donnie-book ff. It includes spoilers, some violence and some sensuality. Not suitable for readers under thirteen years.

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“I just don’t understand,” Bonnie said, “I’ve cried for your help for half an hora and you didn’t come…”
    “I know, little witch… It was the Malach. He made me do this.” Damon answered. “But I thought you had already forgiven me, for I gave you my blood to save you.”
    Bonnie was still hurt for the evil thoughts she had received from Damon while stuck in a car surrounded...