The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

damon

Imagine Damon having to choose between you or Elena.

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"Damon, I really don't want you being so close to her," I heard Elena's voice say. I rolled my eyes, desperately trying not to scoff at Damon's bitch of a girlfriend. She thought that because she had Damon wrapped around her little finger, and everyone else in this retched town, that she could just tell him what to do. Maybe he would listen, but I wouldn't.

"Elena, I don't see the problem," he retorted. Damon couldn't see how manipulative and evil she was, especially when she was smashing her lips into his non-stop. "Y/N's my best friend. And you're my girlfriend."

I didn't stop myself from groaning that time. Damon sent me a dirty look, telling me to shut up. Unfortunately for him, I didn't listen to anyone but myself. If he had to constantly remind Elena that she was the one for him, then she wasn't. Even Klaus Mikaelson could see that Damon and I would be the most perfect couple the world had ever seen. Together, we were a match made in whatever the real life version of heaven was.

"Damon." She said his name like that again. In the tone that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The way that made me want to rip her heart out right then and there. In that condescending, disappointed tone you would give to a bad puppy. Damon Salvatore was no dog.

"Why don't you come over? Why don't we all have dinner together?"

I let out a snort. If Elena and I had dinner together, blood would be shed.

"Damon, I don't think so."

"Yes, you will. Both of you. Then we can work this out."

"Damon, baby, when has anything ever been worked out over dinner?" I asked him, standing up from his couch. "Sounds like wishful thinking."

"Y/N, Elena," he said to the both of us, "you will both come tonight. And no one is going to get their neck snapped, staked or burned at one. We are grownups, we will be civil."

Under my breath, I mumbled loud enough for Elena to hear it over the phone too, "Some of us are more mature than others."

Elena's reply to my little joke was more whining on her part. Thankfully, I just took Damon's scolding look and my jacket before hopping out of the Salvatore house. If I was going to go to some dinner date with Damon and his new bitch, I was damn well going to show up with a date myself in some clothes that would make even the sexiest prostitutes cry.

A few names ran through my mind of who to invite as I drove my car back into town, but only one came to my mind over and over again. Someone who owed me big time. Dragging him into this wouldn't only make me a terrible friend, but also a terrible person.

His phone rang a few times, probably because he was too busy crying into his teddy bear to answer. Finally, when he picked up, I nearly jumped out of the seat I was driving in. "Hey."

"Hey," he croaked.

"I want you to be ready by the time I get home. We have a date tonight."

"What?" Despite not being able to see him, I knew confusion was written all over his perfect features. "Date?"

"With Damon and Elena."

"Y/N, what the hell? I'm not going."

"Stefan, please," I pleaded, though it didn't sound very convincing. Y/N Y/L/N didn't beg for what she wanted. She got it in any means possible. "I think I have a way for you to get Elena back. Or just get her back."

Stefan sounded even more broken. "I don't want revenge."

"Sure you do, Stefan. She cheated on you with your brother. The brother that has messed up everything in your life." When Stefan didn't reply, I took that as he was thinking through what I said. "Be ready. We're going shopping."