Stefan and Delena: Without You

{36} Make ups and Mess ups

Damon's P.O.V

I felt my anger slowly simmer to a sudden stop as realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I'd been ignoring everything Elena had been trying to explain to me and only focused on the bad part, the part that involved her and Stefan kissing and resulting in them sharing a bed together and possibly taking things further without either of them currently being aware of it. I'd forgotten completely that Elena and Stefan were both vampires, vampires with heightened emotions and senses. So Elena's upset over our fight would have bound to have had a huge effect on her drunken self whilst she was with Stefan that night. Also, being a drunken vampire just made the matters worse, when you're drunk you aren't yourself. And I knew Elena's type of drunk, she was the kind that would only live in the moment. A drunk Elena was the opposite of herself, but whilst Elena was in that state, she was also the opposite of Katherine. Yet the opposite of Katherine, was Elena. 

The more and more I thought about the predicament, the more and more it began to occur to me that if I never went about the proposal situation the way that I did, I wouldn't be feeling the way I was right now. Confused, I was confused. And if Elena really didn't remember kissing Stefan when she woke up next to him that following morning, she must have extremely deep in her opposite, drunken personality. Which also meant that even though drunk Elena wanted Stefan at that present moment in time, the real Elena wouldn't have.

Just as I started to make my way up the tiny steps to my front door, I started to feel... Warm inside. Warmth and a hint of relief, maybe even happiness in the mix somewhere. I understood, I was feeling relieved and overjoyed and most of all I felt like I'd one Elena back without even trying. Because it suddenly occured to me, right at that second, that Elena... My Elena, was telling the truth. I no longer had anything to feel angry about, I had no reason to lash out at Stefan. Even if he was aware of what he had been doing that night, I didn't care one bit because I knew Elena was not aware of it. And that was all that mattered. Stefan could be in love with Elena all that he wanted, Elena was in love with me. Not him. And if I took something like a stupid mistake, I was giving her the freedom to love Stefan. She wouldn't love him in that way right now, but if I let Elena go and make the biggest mistake of my one hundred and seventy-three years of existence. She would be for sure to go back to Stefan some day. I didn't want that happening. So I needed to apologize to Elena and win her back whilst I still could. 

I turned around and headed back to walk to the woods where I'd stupidly left her. But just as I turned around a car pulled back up onto the drive. Stefan.  I noticed his eyes widen a little at the site of me, was he worried I'd hurt him? Even though I wanted to, the feeling of knowing Elena loved me and not him satisfied me even more than the feeling of hitting him straight across the mouth.

"Damon." He greeted me, his words dry with enthusiasm.

"Hello, brother." I replied with the same tone of voice.

"So, I guess we should discuss the um... Elena issue." He sighed, removing his eyes from making contact with mine. I shrugged and collapsed on the couch, reaching for the empty glass and bottle of bourbon I'd left there.

"Issue? What issue? I'm over it." I said with a little more enthusiasm.

"You need to know that you shouldn't blame El-... Wait? Over it? Since when?" He asked, confused and most likely to be shocked at how quickly I'd managed to calm myself down.

"Yeah, it's no big deal, Steffy. You were both drunk and stupid. It's not my problem you two don't know how to handle your alcohol like moi." I laughed into my glass as I took my first sip. The strong taste of the bourbon hitting my tongue like a tidal wave.

"Don't call me Steffy." He replied within an instant, "but tell me, how are you so... Cool with this?" 

"Well, Stefan. I have to admit, I was on my way over here to... Well to punch your lights out. But I had a sudden change of heart, because I realized something. Yes, Elena kissed you. But if she was really that drunk to not remember, why do I even have to be mad at her? Or you for that matter. Because Elena doesn't need to be drunk to kiss me, unlike you and your situation." I grinned, Stefan shot me a hint of a glare which made me think he was jealous. I didn't care, though.