Damon and Elena

Damon was sitting in the cafeteria of the hospital. He was still angry with Elena. Though angry wasn’t exactly the right word. Defeated was Mehr like it. It felt like the universe was doing everything to keep them apart. Well, Damon meant what he’d said. If Elena died, so would he. He wasn’t going to spend another century and a half alone and hated. Sure, there would be other women begging for his attention, but none of them would be Elena Gilbert.
“Damon?” he heard a weak voice say from behind him. He looked over his shoulder. Elena was standing in the doorway, a blanket over her...

originally written Von : SuchALittleMonster on FanFiction.net

I was alive. At least... I think. My eyes stayed tightly shut. Laying quietly I took a couple deep breaths. Breathing in the air around me, I replayed what had happened in my head. It still didn't seem real. Was it real?

I slowly opened my eyes and was instantly met Von the sunlight shining in through the window. I could feel the warmth on my skin, I was deeply relaxed and comfortable. I always felt this way waking up Weiter to Stefan in the morning. We would lay in bett for hours upon hours, wide awake, but silent. Neither one of us ever...