My Love Affair With Damon - A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Wait. What Just Happened!?

"Seriously, Stefan?" Damon whined. "Your girlfriend is offering to spend an eternity with you, and you're too scared to help her. Oh, please. Elena, would you like me to kill you?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. It seemed like everyone had returned to old habits pretty quickly. Damon was back to his bastard self. Stefan was back to his protective self. Elena was back to her stubborn self. But, the thing is, old habits die hard. Or, so I'd heard.

"Elena?" I urged. "Yes, or no? Damon's offering you a great opportunity here. I suggest that you take it into account. Your boyfriend is being too pathetic to think straight. Damon's offering you something extraordinary. I should know; I myself am a vampire. Duh."

"I...don't know!" Elena exasperated. "I mean, I want to be with Stefan, but if Stefan's not ready for that kind of commitment yet, then shouldn't I respect his judgement?"

"Honey, it's up to you," I drawled, my English accent almost too dominant. "But, either way, make sure it's something that you want. I'd hate to think of you living a sad, lonely life."

I giggled slightly, impressed by my own sarcasm. It seemed that nobody else found it particularly funny. Ah, well. I didn't really care. They didn't understand Damon humour, either, which just showed how much of a crappy sense of humour they all had.

"Tick, tock," I muttered under my breath.

"Hey," Stefan snapped. "Don't push her. Think about Elena here. Just because you were able to make snap decisions, it doesn't mean that she can. It's not easy for her. Her parents were killed in a car crash. She's been in several near-death experiences due to vampires. She's a doppelganger. Life's been rough for her."

"Stefan," Elena whispered. "Please. Don't be harsh."

"Sorry," Stefan murmured. "I don't mean to-"

"It's fine," I cut him off. "Don't sweat it. Everything's cool with me. Everything's super. Get it?"

Stefan nodded. I grabbed Damon's hand, and we both began to walk away.

"Wait," Elena said. "Damon? I need to make one thing clear. Whether I do become a vampire or not, I'll never go back to you. I'm Stefan's. I've been Stefan's all along, and I will be Stefan's. Always. Are we clear?"

Damon gulped, but nodded all the same. Elena smiled, satisfied.

"Is that all?" I inquired.

"Mmm hmm," Elena confirmed.

Then Damon made my knees give way, scooped me up into his arms and ran me through the trees and back to Stefan's car. He opened the passenger door and threw me in. I buckled up my seat belt.

When I thought Damon was about to get in, he didn't. He walked back the way he had came, in the direction of the site of the cut-short sacrifice.

"Where are you going?" I asked after him, rolling down the driver's window.

"To get your father's body," he replied, not turning around.

"Don't worry about that," I shrugged. "It's not the highest of my concerns. I'd rather the bugs ate away at him than have to deal with all of the funeral shit. I never went to my mother's funeral. Why should I go to my father's?"

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

"Okay then."

He ran back and hopped in the driver's side. I scooted back over to the passenger seat, leaning my head against the door and closing my eyes.

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I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sunlight. I pulled the duvet tighter around me, shivering slightly.

"Good morning," Damon whispered in my ear.

"Morning," I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

At the foot of the bed were two large suitcases, neatly packed. On top of one of them were two plan tickets.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"You mean where are we going?" he corrected.

"Yeah. Whatever."

"To England."

"What?"

Now I was awake.

"I need to get away from here. You know. I have my reasons." Also known as Elena. "Besides, what better way to get to know my girlfriend than visiting her hometown?"

"You won't suit England. It's not your kind of place. Not where I used to live, anyway. Quiet country towns. I've never been to any of the cities."

"Well, lucky for you, I have. Went on a stag party to London a couple of years back. We had a blast. Visited a few clubs. Went to some pathetic place called the London Dungeon. I nearly got myself a job there. Anyway, this was all Stefan's suggestion. While we're over there, we're sorting out your father's funeral. I looked through your phone and contacted a few relatives of yours. I know you don't want a funeral, but I don't care what you say. I love an excuse to get drunk."

"Figured. But you're sure that you want to go to England of all places? How about Chicago? New Orleans? New York?"

"Nuh uh. Now way. Bad memories in those places. My brother became a ripper in Chicago. I was part of a freak show in New Orleans. I got married in New York."

"Married? You got married? Wow. Nice one. So, when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow."