AN: Hi… you know that awkwardness that you feel when you run into an Ex after not seeing them for a long time? Yeah… this kind of feels similar. I want to apologize so much for not updating my stories recently, and I will not make excuses, though I will say honestly I let a ghost writer whose books I don't even read depress me. It was literally too depressing to think about Bamon or the series at all. Of course I know I shouldn't let the GW ending get to me, after all the story ended for me at midnight. Anyways… this is a three-shot, already completed. I had to get back into writing for Bamon again somehow and this is it. Also I've decided to complete one story at a time, so in your review if you could tell me which story you want completed first I will take the one that has the most requests and get to work.
Warning: this is an AU story; characters may seem OOC due to this fact. Also I apologize for any and all mistakes in advance.
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say that I do not own The Vampire Diaries series? They belong to , and alloy entertainment…
Damon Salvatore could hear the gentle swish of satin and lace with each step she took down the aisle.
Her heart pounding steadily in excitement, or was it in fear if the unknown.
With every step she took the voice in his head grew louder until it screamed at him, 'You're too late!'
He always was though, 'too late' when it came to romance.
He prided himself on being clever and cunning, but when it came to love, he always seemed to draw the short end of the stick.
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
He supposed that he could think of this particular time as a step towards success.
After all, for once he wasn't losing the girl to his saint of a brother Stefan.
He quietly lurked in the shadows of the chapel watching his little bird march her way closer to the object of her affection, the white wolf.
What was his name again?
Zed? Zebra?
It didn't matter.
In fact knowing his name would only make this all too real.
He could always use his speed to whisk the blushing bride away from this place and take her as his own...
This thought appealed to the dark and impulsive parts of himself.
He glanced at his little birds face, lit up with a beautiful smile and he knew that he could not take her happiness away even if it meant he couldn't have her.
Damon was a lot of things, selfish being one of them, and yet now that he knew his feelings for his little bird he knew that he could never be selfish with her.
He forced his eyes away from Bonnie and quietly exited the cathedral.
Even if he felt he deserved the pain of knowing that she was to wed another, it didn't mean that he could watch the ceremony.
He wanted to leave this place and numb his pain with hard liquor and blood, but he knew he couldn't leave.
He would go to the reception, dance with the bride, maybe even say a toast; all to make her happy in the only way he could now.
All of his brooding must have made him lose track of the time because now the guests started to make their noisy exit from the large double doors of the cathedral.
He stood at the edge of the crowed, trying not to stand out as he observed the lovely bride.
He watched as she scanned the crowed and smiled a bit as her brown eyes met his.
He knew she would find him; she always did.
It was as if she had a built-in radar tuned into him.
He gave her a subtle nod to reassure her that he would not just disappear.
She looked relieved.
It had been a while since Bonnie had talked to Damon.
He had kept his distance ever since the day he had confessed his love to her.
She would be lying if she said his confession didn't make her happy, but she was engaged to Zander and after years of longing for Damon who never saw her, it was good to be seen; to be the first choice for once.
It had been the hardest thing she had ever done to turn Damon down.
Her heart and her soul told her to say yes, but her mind said the opposite.
How could she be certain that he wasn't pining after Elena?
If she hurt zander and went on with Damon only for him to change his mind and want Elena again, than Zander's pain would be in vain and she couldn't do that.
Not to the man who only saw her.
Even so, a small part of her had hoped Damon would steal her away from that small chapel despite the fact that she had made him promise not to.
She stood quietly in the corner, watching as her guests enjoyed her reception.
She knew he would come soon and ask her to dance.
He had promised, and he always kept his word.
She hadn't noticed that she had begun to wring her heads together.
Her back stiffened as she felt his presence draw near and she turned to face him.
He bowed before her, a habit from all those years ago when he had been human she supposed, but it was all part of his charm.
"Damo-" she began, only to be quieted with his finger.
"Shhh."
Her brows knitted together as she looked into those onyx eyes that she had fallen into countless times before.
"I don't want you to apologize; you've done nothing to apologize for."
Although he had removed his finger from her lips she felt the lingering burn of his touch.
He took her hand and led her to the dance floor, what song was playing she couldn't say, for whenever she was with Damon the world around them seemed to dissolve leaving only them.
Her heart sped up as it always did when he was near, and the small smirk on his face told her he heard it.
She let him lead her in the dance, unsure if she could will her feet to move.
"Thank you." She said, tearing her eyes away from his.
She didn't elaborate on what she was thanking him for because it was for so much how she could ever begin.
She knew he needed no explanation, he knew her inside and out, maybe even better than he knew himself.
"Don't think this is me giving up." He whispered in her ear.
Her eyes widened and she looked at him in question.
He let out a dark chuckle at her reaction but in an instant any humor was gone from his handsome features.
Her breath caught as his eyes smoldered, burning into hers and seeing past her walls and straight into her soul.
She knew he wanted to engrave his next words onto her soul so that she would never forget.
"Don't think the thought hasn't crossed my mind to just take you and leave this place, in fact it's even stronger now that I have you in my arms, but I won't. I want you to be happy, but I have not given up. There will be a day when he messes up and I will be there when he does. You know I am very persistent."
It was amazing, even now, after she had vowed to love another until death do them part, her heart beat for Damon.
Before she realized her eyes had filled up, tears threatening to fall at any moment.
"Damon I-"
He stopped her once more.
"I know, and I won't make you say those words yet. Not until I can have you to myself."
He cupped her cheek, keeping her eyes on his until suddenly he stiffened and looked at something behind her.
"I believe that our dance is up little bird… remembered what I said."
She nodded, and she would.
AN: again I apologize for any and all mistakes. I wanted to get this up quickly. I will also be uploading the other two parts, so hopefully you can just read every part together… R&R for a bottle of black magic wine.