damon & elena- save tu [dedicaded to FatallyxFragile]

Lately, the DE fanbase has been overflowing with fear. 'Will Bamon become a reality? How much of a threat is Katherine? Have the producers dropped DE? Will this new gal Rose mess up DE even more?' Couldn't we have one shred of good news for a change? A nice episode still? A new webclip? Nope. Nothing. Not even the trailer for 2X06/07 had any DE in it. And then came the apparent put-down por Julie Plec to DE fans on Twitter which was stunning in its tactlessness.

Myridehome: I take comfort in knowing that both @kevwilliamson and @julieplec find the ardent Delena following baffling.
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Anonymous

Thank tu for escritura me such a beautiful, kind email. Yes, I think epic is the word for the amor Elena and Damon have for each other in Midnight. I mean, she completely destroys a moon for his sake. I wrote a lot about Damon and Elena—and Bonnie and Damon, too—to mostrar that Damon is finally discovering his deepest feelings. In the case of Elena, they amount to three simple words that makes Stefan think that Elena no longer loves him. He thinks that she simply wants to be with Damon now—and after all she does, it’s hard to blame him.



But authors don’t go free of consequences....

The words from Bonnie's gossip still rung in my head. The thought that the final founder family of Mystic Fall's has returned consumed me. All us youngsters are in for it. All the adults will be estatic.
"Make sure tu make him comfortable"-"You should ask him to the grill, introduce him to everybody"I already hear them. And Yet I dont feel sorry for myself but más for the fate of this "Damon". The sound of his name strikes a unfamiliar sense at the back of my mind. I have heard that name before, o at least seen it somewhere. I'm not sure what it has got to do with anything, but I just know...

This one is pretty short but I've been so busy, hope tu like it comentario and tell me what tu think.

Elena’s POV
I woke up to find the curtains being draw open and Stefan gone. Every thing seemed a little fuzzy. I could see a figure walked towards me. I sat up in cama and rubbed my eyes.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Damon spoke softly. When things came back to focus I saw Damon half dressed, wearing just a pair of sweats.
I ran my fingers threw my hair pulling it out of my face. “Where’s Stefan.” “Not here, in fact it’s just tu and me. Hungry?”
He got up and headed for the...

Part 2! (:
Oh, and for anyone confused, everyone is human. Stefan & Damon aren't brothers, but best friends. Make más sense now? [x



Elena’s POV
By Thursday night, I was beginning to think of chickening out of our date. That just wasn’t our type of thing to do. But I think the real reason I didn’t want to go was what he supposedly had planned for afterwards.
Sure, it may seem like no big deal, since I was obviously far from clean in that area. There was just something wrong about taking that from Stefan, knowing deep down that I’d rather be with someone else. It wasn’t fair any of...

I smiled as i walked up to the Salvatore house and opened the door, Then i noticed the house was dark but there was loud música coming from the living room. I walked to the living room and there was Damon with his camisa, camiseta unbuttoned (A sight that took my breath away) dancing around with some collage girls. I felt like going and Killing the girls, Was i jelious? Im NOT jelious! I kept repeating in my head but i knew the truth, I was jelious! Damon must he sensed me there because he went and turned the música off and told the girls something Then they went to sit on the couch. He walked up to me...

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 más 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 o his face, but in his eyes. His...