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Fanfic: Damon/Elena - "Anything for you, Elena" (Part 2)
carline forbes, candice accola
Title: "Anything for you, Elena."
Pairing: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
Chapter: 2 of ?
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up to 1x18
Summary: Takes place one week after chapter one. Stefan visits Elena, and things turn ugly when she defends Damon.

Elena was lying on her bed, face buried deep into the pillow – thinking. Thinking about Stefan; thinking about how he had looked at her with such a desire for death in his eyes. Her death. She was also thinking about how, in that second, due to nothing more than her own stubbornness and Stefan's true nature, she could have been dead; torn to pieces and left in a bloody mess. All because she just wouldn't listen. This brought her to a new train of thought; the thought of who she hadn't listened to, and how that same person had saved her life.


She was surprised at how even the thought of him was enough the raise her otherwise depressed-looking features into a genuine smile. She lay there for a few moments, remembering how he had brought her home, how he hadn't rubbed it in her face that he had been right and she had been wrong and how – even though at the time she had known it would change everything – she had kissed him.

Elena smiled into her pillow again as she replayed it in her mind. It had been one of those kisses that managed to say everything you had been feeling, but couldn't quite verbalise. It had made her palms sweat and her heart quicken. It made her feel more... connected to him somehow, as if now that the feelings between them had been acknowledged, there was no going back. It had been gentle and meaningful... perfect, even.

Suddenly, disrupting Elena's thoughts and causing her to jump slightly, she felt a buzzing against her leg and realised it was her phone. With something that sounded like a cross between a sigh and grunt of frustration, she hauled herself up from the bed, swung her legs off the side until she was sitting upright, then reached for the phone.

"Stefan calling ..." the screen read. Elena twiddled the device between her fingers, considering whether or not to answer it. Before she had a chance to make up her mind, she was startled by a sudden voice behind her.

"You can't avoid me forever, Elena," said the almost menacing-sounding voice behind her. Elena jumped from the bed and spun around and came face to face to Stefan.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, fear evident in her shaky voice. She backed up away from him and continued until she felt the solidness of the wall make contact with her back.

"Look, Elena, I just want to talk to you. To explain about what happened last week..." he trailed off, waiting to see if she'd allow him to continue.

For some reason, Elena found her fear dissolving and she was filled with a sudden desire to fight. She was sick of being intimidated and threatened into complying with the demands of all these vampires. For once, she was going to defend herself.

"What is there to explain, Stefan?" she began, stepping forward. This startled Stefan, and he didn't answer.

"You turned on me; attacked me like one of the animals you hunt, and you're standing there trying to tell me there's an explanation for it?"

"Elena, it wasn't my fault. It was Damon. I tried to stop, honestly I did, but he just kept going on and on and-" Stefan spoke in a hurry before Elena cut him off.

"Don't try and blame your actions on someone else, Stefan. Especially not Damon since he's the only one who seems to be able to stay true to who he is, whether it be good or bad. He doesn't pretend to be someone he's not and he certainly doesn't blame it all on anyone else, not even Katherine and all of this is her fault in the first place!"

"Why are you suddenly being so defensive of Damon? Only a week ago you hated his guts for all the terrible things he's done, have you forgotten that? Have you forgotten that he killed Tanner? That he fed off Vickie then snapped her neck and turned her? That he nearly killed your best friend? Oh and let's not forget the fact her turned your birth mother into a vampire, Elena! Do you not remember any of this or have you become just as gullible as every other girl he screws with? Has he charmed you into thinking he actually gives a damn about you? Because trust me, he doesn't, Elena. He's not capable of it."

Elena stood, tears spilling down her cheeks as each of Stefan's words hit her like a blow to the chest, like someone driving a stake into her stomach.

"Don't you dare talk to me about trust, Stefan. Damon might have done all those things you said. He might be cold and murderous and he might even be evil to his very core, but if he is it's because you and Katherine made him that way. She broke his heart, Stefan! Do you know what that does to a person? He had to stand there and watch the love of his life being dragged away to what he thought was 145 years of captivity. He put all he had into getting her back only to find out she hadn't given him a second thought. Then, of course, there's the added torture of knowing that the time he did have with her he had to share her with you."

"That wasn't my fault, Elena. It was Katherine, she compelled me."

"No, Stefan. She compelled you to have feelings for her. She didn't compel you to treat Damon the way you have been for the last century and a half. That was your decision."

Stefan lowered his, as if he had been shamed by what Elena was saying.

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe Damon behaves the way he does because it's what you always expect from him? Maybe if you had a little more faith and didn't constantly expect the worse, he might be able to show the side of him he shows to me. His good side."

Elena emphasised the last part.

Elena could see his hands clenched by his side and when Stefan lifted his head, his eyes were red and his veins prominent like before. Although it sent a sliver of fear down Elena's spine, making her skin turn cold, she didn't stop speaking because she knew that, for the sake of the brother's relationship, it had to be said.

"Do you want to know why he "gives a damn" about me? It's because I'm the only one that gives a damn about him."

Stefan growled a harsh sounding grunt before stepping towards Elena.

Elena's whole body was shaking in fear and her eyes were bursting with tears that she refused to let flow. She had to see if he really was capable of hurting her. She needed to know so that she could let him go once and for all. She had given up so much for him and his "secret". She had lied and kept things from the people she loved most for him, and he couldn't even fight the one urge that would save her life? Elena was furious and her stomach was in knots and she was scared stiff but she couldn't help but shout. She needed to get it out before he killed her.

"That's it, Stefan. Finally admit to what you are. Stop kidding yourself, you're no better than any other vampire and you're definitely not any better than Damon." Elena spat at him, her disgust at him clear in her voice. Stefan only ever heard Elena talk like this when she was angry at Damon.

With that, Stefan flew at her, knocking her hard against the wall. He grabbed a hold of hair and yanked it back in one harsh movement, exposing her neck. He stood for a few moments, watching the pulse below the skin and for a second Elena thought he was going to let her go, but then all traces of emotion left his face and he plunged his fangs deep into her throat. Elena screamed in agony as Stefan gulped the life from her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and where Stefan's teeth made contact with her skin, it stung like someone stabbing her with a red-hot poker. He kept going for what felt like an eternity until she began to feel light-headed, and then everything went black just before he dropped her limp body to the floor.

"Elena! Elena, can you hear me? Elena, open your eyes and look at me. Elena, look at me!" she heard a panicked whisper in her ear. As she fought the heaviness of her lids, she opened them slowly. As the feeling began to return to her body, she became aware of the arm that was wrapped around her waist, holding her up from the floor. Then, she noticed a pressure in her mouth and she realized it was Damon's wrist. She could feel the warmth of a thick liquid sliding down her throat and eased the burning inside of her as well as the pain on the outside. Once the colour had returned to her face and she was able to open her eyes, Damon with drew his wrist and placed his hand on the other side of her waist. He lifted her with ease onto the bed and laid her flat. Elena lay there for a few moments taking everything in. His face which was only inches from hers and she inhaled the smell of his leather jacket and the feeling of his breath on her cheek.

"Damon," Elena whispered groggily, " was Stefan. Stefan bit me..." she trailed off as her eyes filled up. "I thought he was going to kill me, Damon. I don't want to die, I don't want to... " she sobbed.

"Shhh, Elena." Damon consoled, his hand gently brushing the hair away from her wet cheeks.

"As long as I've got you, you're going to be fine... drunk, occasionally, but fine." Damon continued and somehow Elena mustered a smile through her tears.

"That's better," he said, acknowledging the smile.

Damon raised his hand again to catch the last of Elena's tears as it trickled down her cheek. They were so close now that in a breath they could be touching. Damon's hand was still holding Elena's face and as she stared into the ice-blue eyes that had always made her knees weak, she leaned in and kissed him. It was different from before, more serious, more deep. They slowly broke apart, their foreheads pressed against each others. Their mouths were slightly parted and they could each feel the others breath.


"Are you sure, Elena?" Damon asked with his eyes closed in anticipation for her answer.


"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." Elena answered with a smile and as Damon's eyes opened, they simultaneously leaned in and kissed again...

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