SofieArtGirl

 Damon Salvatore mindlessly wandered the woods past the penthouse. A dark figure stood not more than ten yards in front of Damon. "Fancy meeting you here, brother," Damon said in his thick Italian accent. Stefan turned to face his older brother. "Damon," Stefan said, his blood-stained lips barely moving as he spoke. "Last time I checked, brother, you were against the blood of animals. Are you tired of living off little Elena's blood?" Damon demanded of his brother, his black eyes glowed in the moonlight. Stefan clenched his jaw and Damon smirked as he saw this. "Aw, dear brother, are you mad at me now?" Damon mocked. "Why do yo

Damon POV Once I was over Stefan’s expression, I decided to speak. “What the hell do you think you are doing, dragging me out of my car like that?” I demanded. That only made Stefan angrier. “What do you think you were doing with Elena?” Stefan wanted to know. “Elena doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide what she can and cannot do. You’re not her father.” It felt good saying that to Stefan’s face. Recently, he had been so protective of her, never allowing anyone--not even her friend Mutt or whatever--near her. It made me sick, having to see Elena cut off from the real world like

 Elena was quiet for a minute. For that time, she stared blankly at Damon then turned her gaze to Stefan. Finally, she spoke up. “That’s not true, Damon…” Damon snorted. “How so?” He looked skeptically over at Elena. “Like this…” Elena hesitated before dropping Stefan’s hand and moving over to Damon. She leaned toward him until he was forced to press his back against the wall. Elena stood on her toes to wrap her arms around Damon’s neck and kiss his lips. Damon POV My body went completely numb and shied away from Elena’s touch. But, why? This is what I wanted, wasn’t it?