#askelenagilbert

       Yes, maybe not right this second but it’s definitely a possibility. It’s something we’ve talked about before. When that’ll happen? I’m not sure, I don’t mind waiting until I know for sure its what he wants too. 

In the dark of the night I hear my sirens call

I have no strings yet I feel her pull me along

I am her devoted slave

I bring my siren what she craves

Summoning me to bring her meal I comply

Silently watching as another victim dies

Free will stripped from me I can’t say no

Even if I wanted to I wouldn’t be able to go

There’s a darkness surrounding me it tells me what to do

There’s a voice that’s unfamiliar telling to survive and pull through  

That’s what Damon Salvatore was when it came to the seductive siren known as Sybil. Her evil henchman and a puppet to its master that never disobeyed. Once there had been two henchmen but now it was only down to one. Enzo had been saved and released from this prison but Damon had gone past the point of no return that those who once fought for him seemed to have given up. The only person he had in his life besides the lifeless corpses was Sybil. His own companion was this siren and it’s why he remained by her side. It’s why he remained loyal to her annoyingly so. Never once had he gone against her wishes he always remained her faithful puppet and because of it he was rewarded for it. The trust she had in him gave him the ability to sometimes slip away because she knew he would always come back and even if he didn’t want to it’s not like he had anywhere else to go back to.

Are you sure you won’t partake in joining me for dinner? This one is quite succulent and you know I’m always happy to share with you

Rain check it’s the anniversary of my mother’s death it’s tradition that I visit the mausoleum to pay my respects to her. Granted she wasn’t mother of the year material she was still my mother none the less.

I see. Would you like me to join you?

Thank you but no thanks. This is something I’ve always done alone. I’ll be back later maybe I’ll even be a gentleman and pick us up a midnight snack.

Now here he was parting from his mother’s grave after paying his respects and finding his gaze flicking over towards the Salvatore crypt. Why he doesn’t understand but he feels his stomach drop as if it had brought pain to him for a reason he hasn’t figured out. With a soft sigh he begins to make his way out of the forest halting his steps for a moment as he remembers he had promised to bring Sybil a snack. A smirk playing at the corner of his lips as attuned hearing focuses in on the sound of a party happening in the woods. Just as he’s about to head deeper into the woods a voice causes him to stop dead in his tracks honing in on the voice.

I know Stefan I’ll be careful

That voice. Eyes widening because how was that even possible? Not wasting another second he flashes off until he’s making his way through the clearing of the trees and casting his attention towards the figure standing in the middle of the road. Even with her back to him he recognizes her figure. “What deal did you make with the devil to bring you back here” finally announcing himself as he stands a few feet behind her

“Katherine.”

‘Being human is not what you want’

Throughout the day he had been hearing that conversation by various people that he cared for or well tolerated on good days. Each time someone spoke of ‘his wants’ and ‘his dreams’ it only seemed to irk him more, because maybe they knew him, but at the end of the day they couldn’t see into his heart. Sure, he’d miss being a vampire, that was a given, because there were perks to being a vampire like compulsion. If he needed to get out of something compulsion would do the trick, but if he were human and got pulled over for speeding he’d be screwed. There was also the perk of inhuman speed, but as a human he’d have to walk and run just like the rest of them. As a vampire pain was easy a simple cut healed up right away, but now if he accidently sliced his skin he’d have to go to the ER and get it treated. Humans got exhausted easily which meant if him and Elena got wrapped up in making love he’d have to take a breather or two before round whatever, but he wouldn’t mind that, because he’d get to relish in knowing they had exhausted each other. He’d have to get a job, find something he was good at, because unfortunately killing wasn’t one of them, and then of course he’d have to learn to really live his life because at any second it could be taken from him.

The last one scared the hell out of him, because as a vampire he had never really thought of death, he had been invincible for a while, but as a human a simple car accident could kill him or he could be at the wrong place at the wrong time and end up getting shot or worse Elena. Yeah there were the advantages and certainly the disadvantages of being both, but at the end of the day he’d have Elena, he’d be able to go back home to Elena and that was worth it all.

I use to miss being human and now I can’t think of anything more miserable

Great, just great apparently not only had Elena taken the cure, but she had transported back in time when the sire bond was still a royal pain in the ass. The sire bond had been the reason for screwing up everything, because it had made him paranoid, made him believe that Elena had only felt something for him because he wanted her to feel it, and because of it he had said that, but the truth was the most miserable thing in his eyes would be losing her to Stefan. Having to give up vampirism only to watch her run into his brother’s arms, and what would he be left with? Absolutely nothing.

“Don’t tell me what to think”

The universe doesn’t get to tell me who I love

Maybe he hadn’t been the one to lose his memories but as he stood there with Elena’s hands interlocked tightly with his he found himself being flooded with past memories. Moments of the sire bond and the universe fating Stefan and Elena together deeming Damon and Elena to be doomed, but had Damon believed it? No, because he had known inside his heart that Elena was it for him. When it came down to it no one had the right to write Damon’s story except for himself and the fact that Elena was standing there telling him this wasn’t what he wanted only seemed to tick him off I will always choose you why wasn’t she getting it? Why wasn’t anyone getting it that he’d choose Elena in every way shape and form?

Everything she was saying he was hearing, but he remained silent, his cobalt hues staring or rather glaring at her as he detaches himself and draws his hands back. Just a few hours ago she had been kissing him I feel like I want to kiss you they had been celebrating and getting ready for the new life that had awaited them, and now here they were arguing. Elena, his girl had gotten her memories back and instead of holding onto each other for dear life and whispering words of love she was taking her leave? Deciding to give him some space?

The sound of Elena’s footsteps retreating out of the room causing something in Damon to snap as he turns around “no you know what no….we aren’t doing this right now” finally gaining the confidence he had sought out in the first place. “I’m calling a timeout…five minute pause because guess what Elena you have your memories back and the last thing you remember about me is when I died, and I had promised you that I’d come back, but I didn’t. I got stuck and transported into a prison world and for months on end the only hope that I clung onto was that I’d make it back to you and all would be right again.” For a moment he pauses “you would run into my arms and I’d hold onto you just soaking the moment in, and we’d cry…yeah we’d because I’d be so happy and relieved to have you in the arms that it would get the best of me” he says with a slight chuckle.

“That didn’t happen though instead I came back and you treated me like a stranger, and yeah eventually things between us got good but I missed you, I missed the you that remembered me, you’re here now, and I’m here.” Gesturing towards himself “we’re both here, so I’m asking you Elena” his baby blues shining with vulnerability “to give us five minutes.”

I don’t care about some lame ass cure for vampires either, because I don’t want you to be cured

The statement alone had been selfish, but then again selfish seemed to describe Damon Salvatore when it came to Elena Gilbert. When the cure had first been introduced he had dreaded it, because everyone, including Stefan had been full steam ahead on wanting to find it. The cure wouldn’t just solve vampire-ism, but also break a sire bond that had formed between him and Elena. It had been foolish of him to think happiness had landed at his feet, because of one night and morning spent in bliss. Damon had thought maybe the universe was finally letting up, and he’d get the girl, but then enter Stefan, and enter sire bond.

Take the cure with me

The words which had caused him to stop dead in his tracks, because he had been stunned, actually stunned by Elena at what she was offering.

That’s how much I know this is real. That’s how certain I am that I’m going to love you even after this is all over. Take the cure, be human with me, we’ll be together and grow old together this doesn’t have to be hard anymore.

How could words that had sounded so hopeful crush him?

That’s not me Elena, that’s Stefan. You know I use to miss being human and now I can’t think of anything more miserable on earth.

Yes he could, and he found himself too damn cowardly to say it. Elena might have been certain that her feelings for him were real but everyone else including himself? They didn’t believe it, and in Damon’s defense he couldn’t help but be weary because when he had heard ‘always Stefan’ on constant repeat it was hard to move past it. More miserable than being human would be being human and watching Elena realize what a huge mistake she had made, the words that she had promised him being broken, and all he could do was watch her run back into his brother’s arms, the right arms. What would he be left with? Nothing, he wouldn’t be a vampire, he’d be in the miserable human race like every other idiot, and that was not a risk he was willing to take, because being a vampire was all he had.

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I love you

I love you too

Five years from now where do you see yourself?

Easy, with you

What do you want me to say Damon that I’m never going to be one hundred percent okay with being a vampire for the rest of eternity? Fine, but I’m okay with that because that means I get to be with you, forever and just the thought of that is good enough for me why isn’t it good enough for you?

All I see five years from now is you. You see your entire future and I want you to have that. You’re going to take the cure Elena.

Well I don’t want it Damon. I don’t want to live without you either.

Once again Elena’s words having the power to stun Damon completely as he stared at her in complete awe; because he knew she wanted the chance to be human again. Maybe as a vampire Elena had eventually been able to embrace that life, but recently he could tell she was starting to miss out on the joys of being human, growing old, but thanks to Jo and Alaric having kids. Ever since the cure had been given to him he felt it as a heavy weight, and burden to bare because eventually he’d be telling Elena, and letting her go. I can’t be selfish with you Elena the mantra he had lived by, he could be selfish with anyone else but not Elena, and knowing she yearned to be human again he couldn't let the chance slip away even though technically he almost had, enter his own Mother being the one to tell his dirty little secret.

There she was standing before him with cure in hand and rather than accepting it, and allowing herself to finally give herself the life she rightfully deserved she was telling him no. Damon had told her he couldn’t live without her, and she was stating the same, and yet she had no memories of their love, and yet she was choosing him. Over everything, every memory of being human and every planned out future she was willing to let it slip away, for him. Never in his life, human life included had someone made him first choice, and yet Elena was choosing him over humanity. Yes, being a vampire is what Damon did best, and the perks of being a vampire was something he always relished in, to sum it up Damon loves being a vampire, but he loves Elena more.

The words that had slipped out of his mouth something that even surprised him, but he meant them. A promising shade of blue meeting a questioning shade of brown, Damon’s hands closed over hers, never once removing his gaze from her so that she can see how serious he is.

Whether she is sporting a heart beat or fangs I’m going to love her. If she’s baring a heart beat then I am too. If she’s human, then so am I. I meant it when I told her I will always choose her.

Relieved, I won’t have to ever endure one of her ballads. Hey look at me I’m a vampire without their humanity and before I kill you I’m going to sing a tune.

“Let me go, let me go I won’t turn my humanity back no more”

“Let me go, let me go if you don’t I’ll kick down this door”

“Here I stand and here I’ll stay”

“The blood will continue to pour, emotions never bothered me anyway”

Why the hell aren’t we together? Did we never get together and are just friends? Did we not work out that we decided to call it quits? Were we not attracted to one another? I’m not a fan of this question, what the hell kind of question is this? In every scenerio I want Elena and I can’t imagine standing on the sidelines watching her with someone else. I’m sure as hell NOT choosing my brother in this. Tyler, nope, he’d probably end up biting her. Liam, god no he’s an idiot and he thinks his dry humor is actually comical, psh he lacks comedic timing and reminds me of a llama. Can I choose an old man getting ready to croak? Fine, fine Matt I guess, but their realtionship would be dull as ever….