Tear me apart | a delena fanfiction | Completed

8. In danger and leaving again

Elena woke up to a shining room. To a shining, strange room. And to a king size bed she'd never seen before.

Where am I? she wondered. What did I do last night? she was getting scared and she decided to get out of that bed. Damon was the first thing she thought. Where is he? Did he leave me alone in that bar? Elena had a terrible headache and the minute she stood in her feet, the room started to spin around her.

When she calmed herself, she got out of that room and decided to investigate a little. She found the stairs and started to recognize everything. The Boarding house, she thought. She let out a breath of relief she didn't know she'd been holding. I'm safe she thought again. When she reached the parlor, she found Damon sleeping on one of the couches. She approached him and kneeled beside him.

He looks like and angel, she thought. So peaceful and innocent.

"Staring is rude Elena." he said. She jumped in fear and fell to the floor.

"Damon, you scared me!" she yelled at him.

He opened his eyes and saw her laying on the floor; and he couldn't help the laughing.

"It's not funny!" she yelled. Again.

"Yes it is." he smiled at her. And then her stomach made a deafening noise. Damon looked at her with an amused look and asked her "You hungry?"

"Yeah, a little." she replied.

"Ok, I'll make you breakfast then."

"You?" she asked, shocked.

"Yeah, me." he mocked her tone. "C'mon." he rose from the couch and offered her his hand. She gladly took it and used it to help her get up from the floor. He led her to the kitchen and, once there, she sat in a chair and watched him make her pancakes.

"Didn't know you cooked..." she said.

"Well, there are a lot of things you don't know about me Elena." he replied, winking at her.

When he finished cooking, he placed the plate in the table, in front of her and Elena started eating. She finished in five minutes because she was starving.

"So," she started "what were you going to tell me yesterday before Caroline interrupted us?"

"Umm, nothing important, really." he replied.

"Damon, I know you. You were going to tell me the truth about why you went to Louisiana."

"Can we talk in my room? Here, even the walls can hear..." he told her.

"Sure, I'm fine everywhere, as long as you tell me everything."

They climbed up the stairs and entered his room. They sat down on his bed and Damon took Elena's hands.

"Elena, there's something I've been wanting to tell you since I left and it has nothing to do with what I did in Louisiana. Look this is really, really hard for me to tell you but-"

"Damon! Are you there?" a voice called him.

Damn it Stefan he thought. "In my room!" he yelled back. Stefan entered Damon's room and found him with Elena.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asked, looking at both of them.

"Why yes, Steffi. What do you want?" Damon asked, annoyed.

"Someone's looking for you downstairs." he replied.

"Who?"

"He said his name is Jack and he needs to talk to you right now."