Stefan and Elena

The problem with so many Delena fans is that they believe what they want to believe. They see and read something and they try to constitute their own theories. It just totally makes me laugh when they constantly try to pimp Delena and say that Elena loves Damon as much as she loves Stefan. I’m sorry but that is NOT true whatsoever. I’ve read all 6 novels (without skipping a page) and I can assure you, it’s not even close. In the novels, it is constantly stated that Stefan Salvatore is the ultimate soulmate of Elena Gilbert and vice versa. In so many other words, Stefan is Elena’s “other...

This takes place sometime in the future, after the events of Midnight. There is some Bamon, so if you're a Book Stelena fan who doesn't like Book Bamon, bare with me. I publicado this a long time hace on Fanfiction.net, and finally decided to post it here too.


There was a soft knock at the door.

Elena slowly sat up from her place, lying across the bed, suspecting that it would be either Meredith o Bonnie and Damon coming to check on her, as usual.

Yes, even Damon still came once in a while. She knew that even if he was no longer in amor with her, he still cared about her in his own way.

"Elena?"

She...

7 MONTHS LATER

„How is she?“ – Stefan asked while entering the bedroom.

„She’s perfect“ – Elena replied. She was laying on her stomach on the bed, with her arms below her head. She was watching sleeping baby in front of her. She was so tiny, but her skin was so soft, and Elena was constantly caressing her little fingers. Little hair she had on her head was castaña, castaño brown, and her eyes were dark brown. When she was sleeping, she looked exactly like Stefan, especially the parts around her lips and her nose. But when she opened her eyes, she was the spitted imagine of her mother.

„So“...

„Damon! Do something!" – Elena was screaming while shaking Stefan por his shoulders. But Stefan did not move. He did not mostrar any signs of life. But he wasn't dead. At least not in a way vampiros die. Elena was crying helplessly, but she did not let go of him. She was just shaking him and screaming his name every few seconds, then she would turn around and beg Damon for help. But Damon did not know what to do. He didn't know what is happening, and he didn't know how to help his brother.

„Call Bonnie" – he finally said.

„Bonnie?"

„Yes. If someone knows how to help him, it's Bonnie. She's...