The Vampire Diaries FanFic: Delena (A Compilation of One Shots)

Delena: That Kiss

            The Christmas music blared through the speakers of the grill – the sound resonating off the walls and creating a cheerful, if a little too loud, atmosphere. Empty glasses of alcohol littered the numerous tables – and everyone, including my broody brother Stefan, had a smile on their faces. Matt was working his butt off to keep up with the orders, clearing the tables and satisfying the impatient customers, because even though it was a Christmas party, he still needed the money, and the Grill needed staff, anyway. I’m sure Matt wasn’t too fussed – he doesn’t seem too keen on dancing frivolously in front of everyone like Caroline is eager to do – and at least working gives him an excuse to get off dancing duty. I, however, had been sat at my usual seat at the bar, downing drink after drink and getting increasingly drunker. Thanks to my compulsion, at Elena’s request, I’d compelled the bar people to give out alcohol all night with no request for ID. With a chuckle, I thought about if Sheriff Forbes found out about my relevance to this underage drinking binge. I stopped laughing when I caught sight of Stefan dancing with Elena to Jingle Bell Rock. I felt physically sick – seeing her with a smile on her face, and dancing with someone who wasn’t me was upsetting enough. But what annoyed me even more was that that someone happened to my goody two shoes little brother. Elena’s in denial... I know she has feelings for me – she just doesn’t want to admit it, because then history really will be repeating itself.

The way that you looked at him, and then you looked at me.

You must think that I’m proper blind,

Proper blind not to see.

          My heart stuttered – something it hasn’t done for a very long time – when Elena caught my eye over the shoulder of my brother. Something clicked, when our eyes connected, and for the duration of the dance, we gazed at each other’s eyes, neither one breaking contact. She must know she wants me, not Stefan, I thought bitterly as I downed the rest of my drink. I know she wants me. She just can’t seem to see that that’s OK to want me and that Stefan won’t mind. OK, fine, Stefan would probably kill me if I laid a hand on Elena, but that’s beside the point. I want her.

That I was just a stop gap sitting somewhere in-between his hand and his lap

Let me tell you that I wasn’t born yesterday, my dear.

            The song finally finished and Elena pulled her eyes away from mine. She too, had been drinking, but not as much as my brother. Anyone could see that Stefan had drank a bit too much – typical, I thought, Elena’s chosen to be with the brother who can’t handle a drink or two. Even for a vampire with heightened ability and balance, he was a bit unsteady on his feet. Therefore, it wasn’t any surprise when I overheard with my extra sensitive vampire hearing,

            “Sorry to be a party pooper, Elena, but I really need a lie down. I guess I shouldn’t have drunk that last vodka... but don’t worry about me, I’ll get home in a flash – you stay here and enjoy the party.” I smirked. Loser. I think I may have spilt some of my drink on me in shock when instead of arguing, Elena nodded, leant up to give Stefan a peck on the lips, which he quickly turned into a snog, with a glance in my direction (I mimed retching and he smirked.)

            “Fine,” Elena reasoned, “But make sure you text me when you’re back to the house, OK? I’ll come by later.”

            “Ok babe,” Stefan leered, and I notice Elena shivered at the name. Now it was my turn to smirk.

          With Stefan gone, I managed to get off the barstool and stand upright, and made my way over to Elena.

          “So Stefan bailed on you, eh?” She shot me a disparaging look, but I wasn’t discouraged.