Unknown POV
We walked over the Wickery Bridge moving as a group. The wet pavement smelled fresh after a long rain. I heard the group with their usual chatter, but my mind was focused on the mission at hand uniting the doppelgangers.
People began to stare as we trumped into the town's square but luckily after a short journey we made are way into the seclusion of the trees. The dirt road that lead to the Salvatore boarding house was long and winding. After some time we reached the circular drive way in front of the looming humongous house. Our group approached the house and I directed them to line the drive way while I waited inside. It was easy to tell that no one had been here in a while. A set of keys was missing from the hook in the garage, and the bedrooms beds were all perfectly made. I move down into the basement and find a refrigerator of fresh cold blood. I wonder how long they have been gone. I wonder if they will come back is my favorite topic right now. I return to the living room and sit on the couch to think things over when I hear the crunching of gravel. My friend Anastasia calls out "Their here," I hold my breath ready to met the descendants of the great Amara and Silas.
Elena's POV
The lush forest has just come into view, we are almost home. Even though I am faced out the window Damon and I still find little ways to touch. When we come to a stop light he puts his hand on my thigh and when he turns up the music volume our hands brush. Something has changed between us instead of being playful are love is intense and desirable. We now have an understanding that we can't live without one another luckily being a vampire we won't have to. Even our touch is hungry like each brush is the last. Wanting to remember it for ever.
I wanted to go straight home and tell Jeremy about the trip but then Damon shocks me by doing something unexpected.
"Move in with me," He says, "I can't bear for you to call a place away from me your home,"
"this is a big descion," I say pretending like I haven't already made my choice.
"It would be convenient so I don't have to bring clothes when we have our sleep overs, plus I am practically there every day anyway. And the most important reason...... I get to spend every second of every day with you. I just hope we dont get sick of each other." He is practically shaking with excitement when I say I will move in.
"oh and by the way my love I could never get sick of you, but the exception is only with the diease of loving you more if that's the price I have to pay it shall be done," he says smiling while leaning into to slowly kiss me.
" I call Jere right now to help move my stuff out," I shout more excited than the time imaginator ID updated AFTER.
"no, I'm tired and I want to take a nap next to my new roommate and then take a long hot shower and then," he emphasizes, "help her brother help her move in all of her junk," he laughs.
"It's not junk," I complain, but I can't hide my amusement.
The car turns down the freshly wet dirt road. The rain begins to drizzle and the mist lifting off the ground makes it hard to see the road in front of us. I hear the car shift from driving on gravel to cement. I see figures surrounding the drive way and hear multiple breaths. The next thing I know is that the car stopped dead in its tracks and the figures are approaching the car.
"Elena, stay calm," Damon says trying to figure out what's going on. He rolls down the window and I see a face of someone who is a stranger to me.
"Hi I would like an order of curly fries and a milkshake also I want you to get the hell off my property," Damon says snarling his pearly whites gleaming.
"Who are you," the stranger asks puzzled her eyes look around and see Damon's hand in mine. Her eyes widen.
"the better question is who are you," Damon replies.
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You and I ( A delena story) (under editing)
FanfictionThis is a delena fan fiction full of laughs, cries and changes of heart. Elena Gilbert as you know has always loved Stefan Salvatore, She uses the saying "it will always be stefan" more than just a couple of times. But, what happens when that statem...