A/N Hey fanfiction world ;) Have a new story for you (And YES, I know I'm already writing two :P) But next week's promo is too amazing to not write anything about it.
I know A LOT of Delena shippers are writing roadtrips, predictions and a dozen things regarding this episode. We're DELENA fans, hello ;) I love reading what everyone writes, however I've got my own plot and plan.
Like I always say, I continue the story if I get enough reviews :)
A little note: This story isn't going to follow Season 3 exactly. More like a Delena roadtrip FOR NOW, but that will be decided as we see more chapters.
Title from 'No light, no light' by Florence and the Machine. I am OBSESSED with it right now.
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over, you will start
You're my head, you're my heart
"How about you come with me?" Damon was asking Elena after he had just said that he was going to Denver, in hope that Jeremy could connect with Rose. They needed to know who turned Rose so they could see which original was safe to kill and which not.
"I can't leave Alaric," She protested.
"That's the reason you should be coming with me," Damon moved a bit closer to her, invading her personal space like he always did. "I can't leave you here unprotected. I wish I can believe that Alaric won't hurt you, but I won't take that risk."
Elena looked at Damon, contemplating what he said. After all, she was dying to see Jeremy again. Damon waited patiently, but he knew deep down that it didn't matter if she wanted to come or not, because he'd take her with him either way. It would be a cold day in hell indeed when he left Elena unprotected with a serial killer on the loose.
"Okay," Elena mumbled finally. "What do I need? I mean, how long are we going to stay?"
"You don't have to bring much," Damon answered shortly. "We'll buy stuff if it's necessary. I'll come pick you up in an hour…"
Before Elena could protest that an hour was barely enough to change and shower, let alone packing, he was gone.
Another reason why Elena didn't want to go was because she was afraid of being alone with Damon. Not afraid of Damon-she knew Damon would die before he'd even think of hurting her, but because when they were alone their relationship seemed to grow, making her already confused feelings even worse. Because she couldn't resist his snarky comments, his flirtatious looks, and most of all, those compassionate eyes when there was the time of pain, sincerity and tears.
She remembered the first time they went on a roadtrip together. She hated him back then, and was even terrified of him, yet she trusted him when he said 'yes', when she asked if she was going to be safe with him. And she also had fun with him, too, as they drank shots and talked. How much things changed since then.
She packed some clothes and underwear along with other necessities quickly.
When he came to pick her up, Elena had just finished drinking her coffee. He came in to help her carry the small suitcase and then he held the door open for her, all gentlemen like. The first part of the trip was in silence until Elena realized that he wasn't driving in the direction of the airport, which was at least an hour away.
"The airport's that way," Elena said, pointing at the sign. "This is the longer way."
"I'm not going to an airport, Elena," Damon smirked back. "Why would I want to travel in a plane when I can be stuck here with you in a car?"
Elena shot him one of her looks. "Seriously, Damon."
"Oh, fine," Damon rolled his eyes. "I'm not a fan of airplanes. Still don't trust today's technology much. And I'd be a tad pissed if you die in an airplane crash after all the sacrifices I've made to keep you alive," He was teasing her now, and Elena knew it, because she knew that if something happened to her Damon would kill himself.
"You're afraid of planes," Elena's lips twitched up in a brilliant smile once his words sunk in. "Ha-ha."
"No," Damon said, feeling suddenly pissed off. "Why would I be afraid of planes?"
She shrugged, leaning back against the seat. "It's a drive across the continent, Damon."
"I already told you-"
"Whatever you say," Elena teased, yawning, then she turned serious. "Damon…do you mind if I sleep a little? I'm still very tired…"
"Sure, go ahead," Damon said softly, turning the radio down to almost mute. "I'll wake you up for lunch, okay?"
"Thank you," Elena replied, making herself comfortable on the seat, shivering a little from the breeze.
"Here," Damon said, taking off his jacket and putting it around her shoulders.
She smiled. "Thanks."
At about 1pm Damon pulled over at a take out. He took off his seatbelt and inched closer to Elena to wake her, but he took his time into admiring her beautiful face and form as she slept. She was like an angel. God knows how many times he had snuck up in her room to watch that peaceful face at night.
"Elena," He called out her name gently, but she didn't respond.
"Elena," He said again, a bit higher as he shook her gently.
Elena finally stirred and opened her eyes. "Hey, Damon," She offered him a warm smile. "What time is it?"
"It's one pm," Damon said, looking at his phone. "You should probably eat something, we don't know what we'll find later."
"Yes, I am a bit hungry," Elena replied.
"Good. That was what I was hoping for, since you weren't eating enough lately," He sighed. "I'll go get you something. Any preferences?"
"A burger's good, thanks," Elena mumbled, and Damon nodded.
"A burger it is then. Without pickles," He winked at her, knowing how much she hated those.
Elena smiled again, waiting patiently in the car. Her stomach was growling.
A few minutes later, Damon returned with two burgers, fries and a coke. They ate in silence until Damon turned to her. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Where are you going?"
"I need to eat, Elena," Damon stated. "I can't just open the bloodbag here like a Capri sun."
Elena shivered.
"I won't kill anyone, I promise," Damon whispered, and blurred away.
Elena sighed deeply, dabbing the dashboard with a pen.
10 minutes.
15.
20.
What was taking him so long? Sighing, she got out of the car, walking to the direction she had seen him move.
As she turned, though, she saw him feeding on the girl. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she was clearly enjoying the bite because she was moaning in pleasure.
Elena turned away immediately. She didn't want to feel jealous. That girl was being treated as a snack, she thought, why should she, Elena Gilbert, be jealous?
Not more than two seconds passed before Damon appeared next to her on the driver's seat.
"Satisfied?" Elena asked plainly.
"For now," Damon shrugged, turning on the radio.
"You haven't said much," Damon noted, sighing when the silence stretched out for too long.
She shrugged.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, Elena? I can feel you thinking from here."
"Nothing."
Damon sighed, pulling the car over. Elena looked down.
"Tell me," Damon insisted, taking her chin gently in her hands. It was then that he realized that she was crying.
"Elena, what's going on?" He demanded, his voice higher this time. His finger stroked her chin.
"I'm scared."
"You don't have to be," Damon squeezed her hand with his free hand. "Nothing's going to happen to you."
"No, Damon, I'm scared of losing you," She admitted. "I can't risk you being dead because of an Original…"
He sighed. "Elena, nothing's going to happen. We'll talk to Rose, and we'll see, okay?"
"But there is a missing weapon," She sobbed. "Someone who knows about us, and about Alaric's hiding place. What if someone…Oh God…"
"Look, nothing's going to happen," Damon hesitantly reached out to hold her close. "Okay? We always survive," He repeated, mimicking the words she once said to him.
Elena relaxed in his hug. It was actually the first time he had hugged her, and the sweetness felt good. Her face buried in his shirt and when he felt her do that, he wrapped his other arm around her waist, clenching her tighter. Then, he stroked her hair softly, the touch calming her.
When they finally pulled away Damon missed the warmth of her body next to his, but Elena had stopped crying. He reached out to wipe away the tear tracks and gave her a warm smile.
"Thanks," She said quietly.
"You're welcome."
"Caroline said Alaric's doing much better," Elena said as she read the text Caroline sent her.
"That's good," Damon said, relieved. "We have Judgy to thank for that."
"Speaking of Bonnie…" Elena continued hesitantly, "She was with Klaus when Rebekah was torturing you…Did you see her?"
"I don't blame her for not helping me," Damon said unexpectedly. "Yes, I did. But as I said, I can't blame her."
"I never thanked you for saving me," Elena whispered. "I know you did it to protect me."
"You're welcome," Damon said with a sigh. "I already told you, Elena. I will always choose you. It doesn't matter who has to pay the price as long as you are safe."
He paused for a minute. "By the way...I heard you when I was feeding on that girl. I knew you were watching me."
Elena blushed, looking down to avoid his gaze.
"I know that you're against it...But I have to remain in control, Elena," He continued firmly. "You are with me in a car, completely defenseless. I can't risk hurting you."
"I know you would never hurt me..."
"I know that. But I might be a vampire, Elena, however I'm also a man," He said hesitantly. "You're not just a human being to me and you know that."
You're my soulmate, he wanted to add. I don't want to hurt you, not physically, not emotionally. And I don't want to lose the control of my emotions.
Elena sighed, but didn't say anything. This was going to be a long roadtrip indeed…Because she had a feeling that lots of confessions were going to be made.
So, do you like it? Please review :) Nothing special for a first chapter, but those that read my stories know that I take time developing characters especially in a Non-AU.