Elena and Damon were walking back home. They had spent the rest of the dia at The Grill and Elena had beaten Damon in a darts game. A small part of him wished she could stay this way. She was fun, she liked hanging out with him and she didn’t talk about Stefan that much. But he fell in amor with the real Elena. The one that saved his life and that stayed with him while he was sick from Tyler’s attack. Elena clung on his arm and shoved with her feet. “My legs hurt” she moaned. She looked up at Damon, with a cachorro, filhote de cachorro stare in her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that” Damon said teasing. “God gave you feet, use them” Elena curled her nose. “You sound like my dad” she said grumpy. “Don’t be ridiculous” Damon said. “I’m much older than your father. I could be your great great great great great grandfather”
“Then you’d be one with a very good anti-wrinkle cream” Elena giggled. “I wonder if your muscles are in the same excellent shape as when you were twenty. Or is everything starting to creak, eh, grandpa?”
Damon pursed his lips. “Grandpa. Come on, get up, I’ll carry you” he said. He knew Elena only had provoked him so she wouldn’t have to walk anymore… and he gladly gave in. Elena walked behind him and jumped on his back. “Ah, much better” Elena said. “C’mon, horsy, homewards”
Damon raised his eyebrows. He’d have to do a lot of compelling once the real Elena was back. “Are you good?” he asked his passenger. “Yep” Elena confirmed and she held Damon’s colarinho, colar really tight as if she was holding Reins. “Go!” she said and Damon raced away.
But Damon raced too fast. When they arrived at the Gilbert house he couldn’t brake and bumped into the wall. Elena fell off his shoulders, on the ground.
“Oh my God, are you hurt?” Damon asked worried. He ducked and helped Elena stand up. She had a small cut in her head. “I’m so sorry” Damon said soft. He carefully touched Elena’s forehead. Elena shivered. Not just because it hurt…
He made a step progressivo, para a frente and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
Ten seconds, that felt like hours and yet way too short, they were locked onto each other. Ten segundo wherein neither of them dared to breath.
It was Damon who broke the silence. “You should get inside” he said softly. Elena nodded numbed and inserted her house key in the lock. She turned it and opened the door. She entered the house and as she walked further she heard a familiar voice. A voice Damon recognized as well. His face stiffened and fear came over him. Fear to lose Elena.
“Elena”
Elena gasped and stared in front of her. She knew he’d come back.
“Stefan!” she exclaimed. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, beijar him firmly on the mouth.
Damon felt like everything around him faded and his coração shattered in a zillion pieces. If the moon had crashed down on him it couldn’t have hurt more. He couldn’t watch this any longer. He turned around and slammed the door. He shot one last look inside where he could see his brother and the girl he loved clinging onto each other as if they would disappear into the nothing if they ever let go.
“Then you’d be one with a very good anti-wrinkle cream” Elena giggled. “I wonder if your muscles are in the same excellent shape as when you were twenty. Or is everything starting to creak, eh, grandpa?”
Damon pursed his lips. “Grandpa. Come on, get up, I’ll carry you” he said. He knew Elena only had provoked him so she wouldn’t have to walk anymore… and he gladly gave in. Elena walked behind him and jumped on his back. “Ah, much better” Elena said. “C’mon, horsy, homewards”
Damon raised his eyebrows. He’d have to do a lot of compelling once the real Elena was back. “Are you good?” he asked his passenger. “Yep” Elena confirmed and she held Damon’s colarinho, colar really tight as if she was holding Reins. “Go!” she said and Damon raced away.
But Damon raced too fast. When they arrived at the Gilbert house he couldn’t brake and bumped into the wall. Elena fell off his shoulders, on the ground.
“Oh my God, are you hurt?” Damon asked worried. He ducked and helped Elena stand up. She had a small cut in her head. “I’m so sorry” Damon said soft. He carefully touched Elena’s forehead. Elena shivered. Not just because it hurt…
He made a step progressivo, para a frente and placed his lips on her forehead, tasting the blood. He felt Elena’s warm breath breezing on his throat. He pulled away, and caressed her cheek. His eyes glided over her eyes, her nose, to her lips. This was wrong, he was taking advantage of the circumstances. And though he knew it was a lame excuse, he had to, and so he gently pressed his lips on hers.
Ten seconds, that felt like hours and yet way too short, they were locked onto each other. Ten segundo wherein neither of them dared to breath.
It was Damon who broke the silence. “You should get inside” he said softly. Elena nodded numbed and inserted her house key in the lock. She turned it and opened the door. She entered the house and as she walked further she heard a familiar voice. A voice Damon recognized as well. His face stiffened and fear came over him. Fear to lose Elena.
“Elena”
Elena gasped and stared in front of her. She knew he’d come back.
“Stefan!” she exclaimed. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, beijar him firmly on the mouth.
Damon felt like everything around him faded and his coração shattered in a zillion pieces. If the moon had crashed down on him it couldn’t have hurt more. He couldn’t watch this any longer. He turned around and slammed the door. He shot one last look inside where he could see his brother and the girl he loved clinging onto each other as if they would disappear into the nothing if they ever let go.
1.Pilot
2.Night of the comet
3.Friday night bites
4.Family ties
5.Your'e undead to me
6.Lost girls
7.Haunted
8.162 candles
9.History repeating
10.The turning point
11.Bloodlines
12.Unpleasantville
13.Children of the damned
14.Fool me once
15.A few good men
16.There goes the neighbourhood
17.Let the right one in
18.Under control
19.Miss mystic falls
20.Blood brothers
21.Isobel
22.Founder's day
THANKS 4 TAKING A LOOK I WILL DO A SEASON 2 AND SEASON 3 EPISODE LIST SEPARATELY AND DO A SERIES OVERVIEW SOON XXX :)
Ways to bug/pester/and annoy Klaus!
1.) Bug him about Mikeal.
2.) Call him, Nikki-poo, Nikki, or anything like that.
3.) (before he finds out why he can't make hybrids) pester him on why he can't make hybrids.
4.) make a bet with him that he can't drink as much blood as you can.
5.) Write a amor note and say it's from Stefan.
6.) Tell him he needs to go into an insane asylum because he killed all of his family and brings their dead bodies with him.
7.) Tell him he should settle down with a nice wife, he's been around for over a 1000 years you would expect he settled down por now.
9.) Send him a letter saying it is Mikeal and that you are coming after him.
10.) Call him every five minutos (using *67 of course) and when he picks up, do heavy breathing in the phone then hang up.
11.) (this is only for the bravest people) Claim that you are not afraid of him because you have no reason to be because all he is is a mere hybrid.
1.) Bug him about Mikeal.
2.) Call him, Nikki-poo, Nikki, or anything like that.
3.) (before he finds out why he can't make hybrids) pester him on why he can't make hybrids.
4.) make a bet with him that he can't drink as much blood as you can.
5.) Write a amor note and say it's from Stefan.
6.) Tell him he needs to go into an insane asylum because he killed all of his family and brings their dead bodies with him.
7.) Tell him he should settle down with a nice wife, he's been around for over a 1000 years you would expect he settled down por now.
9.) Send him a letter saying it is Mikeal and that you are coming after him.
10.) Call him every five minutos (using *67 of course) and when he picks up, do heavy breathing in the phone then hang up.
11.) (this is only for the bravest people) Claim that you are not afraid of him because you have no reason to be because all he is is a mere hybrid.