Breaking Point
Chapter 3
Elena went to go after Damon but Stefan grabbed hold of her arm. “Leave him, Elena!” Stefan demanded.
“I just want to talk to him,” Elena said.
“I alisema LEAVE HIM BE!” he hissed grabbing her arm a little too hard. When she let out a yelp of pain was when Elijah came between them taking Stefan’s hand firmly off of Elena’s arm and pinned Stefan up against the wall.
“I think wewe need to cool down. Brutalizing your human girlfriend is making wewe no different than what wewe accused Damon of. Now settle down and let them both be,” Elijah alisema firmly.
Elena, once free, made a beeline downstairs to Damon. She found him where she thought he’d be, in front of the fireplace kwa a bottle of bourbon but not taking a glass at the moment.
“Just go away, Elena,” he said.
She looked at him and was shocked to see how broken he looked. His eyes were glassy with tears he refused to let fall.
She fell to her knees in front of him and drew him into her arms. His body stiff and unyielding in her embrace.
“Damon, I’m so sorry. What can I do?” she cried.
“Do? Nothing. What’s the point?”
“I don’t believe there’s nothing,” she told him, unconvinced.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” Damon alisema looking at her. “I would’ve thought it’d be zaidi obvious kwa now.”
“What do wewe want me to do? Please, just tell me,” she pleaded.
“Just don’t bother. Go back to Stefan. wewe feel nothing for me but hate anyway. If there comes a need to sacrifice a vampire, use me. No one will mourn me anyway,” he alisema bitterly and went to pull away but Elena only wrapped herself tighter around him.
“Damon, don’t say that!” she cried. “I care! I do!” She looked up at him and their gazes lingered on each other and soon she found herself bringing her mouth to Damon’s.
He didn’t react at first but soon he was responding feverishly, clinging to her like a drowning man clutching a life preserver. Her arms snaked their way around his shoulders and one of her hands reached up into his hair grabbing hold of it.
“I’ll KILL you!!” They heard Stefan shout.
“Stefan, leave it be. He didn’t start this, it was her actually that initiated it,” Elijah alisema holding him back.
“Whose side are wewe on, anyway? My brother is stealing my girlfriend and wewe say to leave it be,” Stefan spat.
“I’m on Elena’s side. And didn’t wewe originally steal the first doppelganger when wewe knew that Damon loved her too? wewe knew he loved her too but that didn’t stop wewe from stealing her away from him.”
That stopped Stefan cold. He didn’t want to admit that and Elijah’s reminder only made him angrier.
Damon and Elena, oblivious to them finally broke apart but still embracing. They looked at each other in surprise and then noticed Stefan with Elijah holding him back.
“I guess I owe wewe an apology after all, and thank you,” Damon told Elijah. The elder vampire nodded but still held onto Stefan. Then Damon turned his attention to Stefan and gave him the finger. Stefan squirmed in Elijah’s grasp in attempts to get at Damon. Damon laughed.
Elena looked at Stefan and said, “I guess I’m really no different from Katherine after all since I upendo wewe both.”
“You can’t have both of us. You’re going to have to choose,” Stefan told her firmly.
Hearing that, Damon got up in preparation to leave, but Elena got up taking hold of his arm to pull him close.
“You’re infuriating, a real bastard and selfish at times, sometimes cruel even, but I’ve never felt zaidi alive than when I’m with you. I can truly be myself; holding nothing back. Our time in Atlanta was the most fun I have had in a long time,” she admitted to him.
“God, I need to get out and get some air.” They heard Elijah say. Surprised, everyone looked his way and he said, “What? It’s been a trying day.”
“No, we understand and we’ll leave wewe to your own space. Your room will still be here,” Elena told him.
Damon was tempted to ask him if he was leaving to avoid the possibility of hearing zaidi moaning and groaning but held it back. He was pretty sure the elder vampire needed no reminder that he was alone.
Stefan gave them both a hard look and headed to his room and slammed his door.
Elena looked at Damon who was silent and looking vacantly at the wall. She touched his cheek softly which startled him but brought his eyes to hers.
“It’s okay, Damon. I’m not going anywhere,” she alisema softly and then together they sat on the kitanda in each other’s embrace.
