Chapter 9

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Elena's POV

I sit on my bed as everyone had went home except for Alaric. Speaking of. He walks in my room and hands me a glass of water. He sits next to me on the bed and he hugs me. He just hugs me.

"I'm so glad your ok. You could have died. You could have died." Rick says into my shoulder. I hug him back and I hear him say, "Be Safe."

Damon's POV

I sit on the couch in the living room of the Salvatore boarding house with a drink in hand. I sit there thinking, he was going to kill her. He was going to do it right in front of me. I wouldn't be able to deal with that. My humanity would be gone right now. I, I love her. And I know that by loving her I'm hurting Stefan. If I could I would kill Marcel 500 more times. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM!

I shoot up and throw my glass of bourbon into the fireplace. I watch the flames grow. I then grab my leather jacket and head out the door, slamming it in the process.

Stefan's POV

I'm mad. I'm furious. There are no other words to describe my emotion right now. I hate him. I hate Damon. I wish he never came to mystic falls. Then, I hear a little switch, turning off.

10 minutes later

I walk onto Elena's front porch and knock on the door. I see her beautiful smile as she opens it, and then I see her frown.

"Stefan. I'm so sorry." She says.

I nod, take her hand and walk into the house. I hold my arms around her waist.

"It's ok. Nobody is perfect, but everybody has to face the consequences to their mistakes." I say. She has a very confused look on her face, right before I smash her head into the wall, and watch her slim body I once loved, fall to the ground.

Damon's POV

I pull into the small driveway of Elena's house.

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