“Oh my…” I brushed Damon off and backed away from them slowly. “Stefan…what…What have tu done?” I was shivering with fear. This was not the Stefan I used to know. This Stefan was full of malice and I was frightened. I was más frightened than I had been when I had discovered that he and Damon were both vampires. But then I knew I could trust him. Then he didn’t feed off of people. Then he was gentle, controlled. And now? Now he was dark and dangerous. Like Damon. But Damon had learnt to control his urge for human blood. Stefan however was obviously finding it difficult since his recent…slip-up.
“Elena I…” Stefan looked pained. “I guess you’ve worked it out, huh?” He took a step towards me but Damon quickly blocked his path. All I could see was Damon’s back and Stefan peering round his shoulder at me.
“Elena, let me explain. Let me tell tu everything. But first, why don’t tu ask Damon what he hasn’t told you.” Stefan grabbed his brother’s shoulders and spun him around. He pushed Damon forwards and I looked into his eyes.
“Elena…I’m sorry. I should have told you. I knew everything about what Stefan had done. And he told me to tell tu what had happened, and to tell tu he was sorry and he loved you.” Damon also looked pained as he finished off his last sentence. He turned to Stefan.
“There, happy now?” He went to walk away but I grabbed his shoulder – hard I might add.
“Wait, tu knew this and tu didn’t tell me? tu let me believe that Stefan left without saying a word? Damon, how could you? Everything tu dicho before…” He whipped around.
“Ok I admit that some of it was a lie. But Elena, what I dicho about the way I feel about you? That was the truth. I amor tu and I can’t ever change that. I thought that with Stefan gone that tu and I could – have a chance together. I didn’t tell tu what Stefan dicho because I knew tu would dwell on it and moan and beg me to bring him back. All I wanted was a chance to mostrar you…how much tu mean to me,” Damon looked so sincere and so truthful that I melted. I yearned to throw my arms around him and kiss him but that would have been slightly awkward with Stefan in the room. So instead I chose to smile and say,
“Damon, I amor you.” Stefan stiffened as the words left my lips. His expression sank and I was sure I saw tears in his dark eyes.
“Stefan, I’m so sorry. But with tu gone all this time it’s dado me a chance to think about how I feel and what I really want. And I…well…what I want is…Damon…” I dicho the last sentence in my head as not to hurt him más than I already had.
“Well, *cough*, I guess I should *cough* tell tu everything, huh?” He turned to go out of the room. “I let tu get dressed first. I’ll be in the living room.” He walked out of the door and I listened to him go down the stairs. Damon turned to look at me.
“Elena, are tu sure tu want to hear what he had to say? I mean, tu might not want to hear it…” He picked up his camisa, camiseta from the floor.
“Why? I mean I know what he’s done. What could possibly make it worse?” I also leaned down and snatched up my tee-shirt. Damon coughed and stayed silent. I thought back to what he had dicho to me before, about wanting us to have a chance together. I walked towards him, and he was leaning over picking up his socks facing away from me. I ran my hands up his sides and then down the centre of his back. He stood up straight, turned and looked down at me. I pulled his face down to mine and turned it so my mouth was at his ear.
“You’re the one I want Damon,” I whispered softly. He slowly turned his face round to look at me. He pressed his lips ever so gently against mine and it was the sweetest most sentimental kiss we had ever shared. We broke apart slowly and gazed into each others eyes. I knew Stefan was downstairs but right now I didn’t care. Right now all I wanted was Damon. I held his face in my palms and kissed him again.
“I think…we should…get downstairs…” I said, quite out of breath when we finally broke apart after about four minutos of passionately making out. “I’m sure Stefan knows it doesn’t take this long for people to get dressed.” He nodded and we made our way to the living room. Stefan was on the sofa, he looked up as we entered the room and he looked upset. Then I blushed immensely as I remembered that vampiros have inexplicably incredible hearing and that Stefan must have heard all the whispering. I could have kicked myself. I manoeuvred myself around the sofa and sat on the armchair.
“Stefan, I want tu to tell me everything.” Damon perched himself on the arm of my chair and looked intently at his brother. It was as if he was protecting me from Stefan, making sure that if Stefan made any kind of mover towards me he’d make sure nothing happened. I trusted him.
“Well Elena, if tu want to know everything…Then I’m ready for tu to let Damon kill me when it’s over.” I was stunned at this.
“Why would I want to set Damon on you? Stefan….what have tu done?”