Delena Chapter 6

Delena Chapter 6 Monster Revealed

Damon yawned as he woke up, looking down to see Delena and Elena sleeping peacefully next to him. He let a smile cross his features. He was so happy that his family was safe. He wouldn't let anything happen to them ever again. Slowly, he got out of bed as quietly as possible and winced when a burning sensation on his wrist grabbed his attention. He looked down and saw the mark Klaus left there had still not healed. It looked like to be permanently engraved into his skin. He groaned, pulling out a long sleeved shirt and some black pants. He didn't want Elena to question him about the burn and be worried so he was going to hide it for now until he could find away to get rid of it. 

He descended down the stairs, grabbing a cup and setting it on the table as he made some coffee. He casually flipped through the newspaper while he waited for the coffee to finish. He let his mind wander far away from where he was at, thinking about Klaus and if he really finished him off. He doubted it though. He knew that Klaus would probably still be alive since he is the oldest vampire among them. He just needed to find away to kill him.

The sizzling of the coffee pot caught his attention and he quickly took it off the coffee maker and poured some into a cup, taking a small sip and setting it on the table.

His ears perked up at the sound of shuffling feet from upstairs and knew that Elena and Delena were awake. He looked up as Elena strode down the stairs with a sleepy Delena nestled in her arms. "Morning." she pecked him on the cheek lightly as she sat Delena down in her high chair. 

Damon smirked as Elena finished strapping Delena in and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closer to his chest. "How'd my kitten sleep? Hm?"

"I slept good." Elena turned around and smiled up at Damon as their lips met in a fiery wave of passion. She pulled away quickly, much to Damon's distaste.

He cast her a sour glare. "You seriously love to torture me don't you?"

Elena giggled, opening the fridge and pulling out some eggs. "Yes I do. One of my favorite pastimes."

Damon growled, glaring at her. "So help you Elena if Delena wasn't in this room-"

"Or what Damon?" Elena put her hands on her hips, waiting for Damon's reply. "You'd F-U-C-K me so bad that I wouldn't be able to walk? We all know who is in charge of that part of our relationship and it most certainly isn't you!"

"We'll see about that tonight you naughty little vixen." Damon sneered as he kissed her forehead softly.

Elena smiled, tilting her head back as Damon trailed kisses down her throat and to her chest.

"Ew gross!"

Damon rolled his eyes as he reluctantly pushed himself away from Elena and walked over to Delena who had her hands over her eyes. "That wasn't gross. It's what humans do all the time to one another."

Delena uncovered her eyes and smiled up at him. "Then why you do it? You hate humans."

"I have a few that are exceptions." Damon replied while kissing her on the cheek. "They're not so bad."

Elena smiled, cracking eggs into a bowl and stirring them up. Damon walked over to her and leaned against the fridge. "So what do you want to do today?"

Elena turned around and kissed him softly. "Anything you want, except that." Elena glared at Damon's dirty thoughts that were no doubt going through his head. 

Damon gave her a very convincing innocent look. "Elena, do you honestly think of me that lowly?"

"Yes." Elena replied, setting the eggs on the stove and turning it on. Damon watched as she mixed the gooey yellow yolk up, making a disgusted face.

"What are you making?"

"Scrambled eggs." she replied while looking up at him with a glare. "Why?"

Damon smirked. "But you suck at cooking."

"Oh right, and I suppose you are an excellent  cook." she rolled her eyes sarcastically while taking the cooked eggs off of the stove. 

Damon winked his eyes at her. "Oh you know I am. You forget that I have years of experience with this stuff."

Elena finished putting a steaming pile of eggs on a plate and set them infront of Delena. "There you go sweetie." She turned back to Damon. "Then amaze me."

He smirked. "With pleasure." 

He walked over to fridge and opened it, reaching for the carton of milk but then froze as a searing pain grappled him. Damon hissed in pain, holding his head with both hands as the pain intensified. Elena quickly ran to Damon's side, looking at him with concern laced in her eyes. "Damon what's wrong?"

"There's..there's something in my head. I can't-I can't-" Damon let out a howling scream of pain before he fell to the floor.

"Damon!" Elena screamed as she shook him desperately, trying to get him to wake up.

"Momma, why Daddy laying on the floor?"

Elena looked over to Delena who had witnessed the whole thing. She shook her head, tears sparkling in her eyes. "I don't know sweetie." She turned back to Damon to see that he was starting to wake up. "Damon?"

His crystal blue eyes shot open and he got up, looking at Elena. She gasped when she saw how cold and emotionless his eyes were. They were void of any emotion, completely cold. "Damon what happened to you?"

Elena let out a scream of pain as Damon's hand connected with her cheek, hard. "Shut the hell up you stupid whore!"

Damon stood up and walked away, leaving his crying and shocked wife on the floor. "What happened to you Damon? What did that headache do to you?"

In a flash, Damon had Elena by the throat, slowly closing her airway up until she could no longer breathe. "I thought I told you to shut up? I don't like repeating myself."

Elena clawed at his arms and struggled to get free. Her lungs burned and her brain was screaming at her. She never felt this much pain in her entire life. "I'm sorry." she choked out, tears falling freely down her face,

Damon smirked cruelly as he threw Elena into the wall, hearing her blood curling scream as she of her bones snapped under the intense pressure. "That'll teach you to question me. Haven't you realized that I'm a vampire and that I don't care about anyone? I was foolish to think that I needed a family. All I need is myself." 

Elena watched through tear streaked eyes as Damon walked away, confusion sweeping over her like a cloud that wouldn't go away. "Damon what happened to you?" Elena sobbed, putting her face in her hands.

Delena watched her mother with confused eyes. Why did her daddy hit her? Why was he acting like this? After a few minutes, Elena slowly got up, wincing from the broken bones. Tears still clung to her face while she walked over to Delena and took her out of her highchair, setting her unfinished plate of eggs on the table. She quickly set Delena down on the floor and staggered over to the couch, motioning for Delena to join her. Delena walked over to Elena, looking at her tear streaked face as she picked the small toddler up and held her in her arms. "Listen to me very carefully Delena." Delena looked up at her mother, seeing the sadness falling from her once happy filled chocolate eyes. "I don't want you to go around Daddy for awhile. Stay as far away from him and don't talk to him no matter what. He's not being himself and I don't want him to hurt you like he did Mommy. Do you understand?"

Delena nodded, kissing Elena's cheek where a bruise was beginning to form. "Don't cry Momma. Daddy will be nice to us again."

A choked sob broke through Elena's lips as she stared at the innocent child sitting next to her. "I hope you are right."

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be longer! And yes it's only gonna get worse from here on out. Please review!

I Was Wrong

A/N: I know I wrote a fanfic like this but I wanted to do this from Damon's POV of that night. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: My hands clutched the vervain necklace tightly as I looked deep into Elena's eyes, speaking the four most selfish words I have ever said to anyone. "I love you Elena."

Chapter 1

My eyes were swimming with mixed emotions as I sat by Elena's window, listening to the sound of the running tap and the sound of Elena brushing her teeth. I looked down at the tinkering object that I dangled loosely from my hand, careful not to let the pendant hanging on the chain touch my body. 

Shortly after we killed Elijah, I found her necklace tossed off to the ground in a tangled heap. I picked it up with care and stuffed it into my pocket, intending to give it back to her. But I never thought that I would be confessing my most inner feelings that I kept buried so deep inside where I didn't even acknowledge their existence. 

There was no going back. I couldn't go back now even if I wanted to. I had to tell Elena. I had to let her and myself know how much I care, how much I need her. After I heard Elena was taken, I began to imagine what life would be like if she wasn't here, and quite frankly, it scared the hell out of me. 

Before I met her, I had no remorse for the crimes I committed. I felt no compassion towards humans who lost their lives by me. I was a cold hearted killer, not caring about anybody. Until I met her. Sure she looked like Katherine but she was nothing like her. She had a heart of gold and a strong willed mind. She kept me in line when I was at my worst and I hated that I was so weak towards her. But I soon began to develop feelings for her; eventually I began loving her but hating myself for it. She was my weakness. She was my humanity. She showed me how to love, how to feel remorse, how to come out of that hardened shell I have lived in for the last century. 

My heart burned with the desire to tell her, to tell her how much I love her. She was my reason for living through Katherine's rejection. I loved her. I wanted her. But I knew she didn't want me. That hurt more then anything. 

She didn't deserve me. She didn't need to be with a guy who enjoyed killing and tried to kill her brother. She didn't need a monster for a boyfriend. She needed my brother, someone who would treat her right.

The running of the tap shut off and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before Elena came in here and see me. I braced myself for the onslaught of emotions that would bombard me as soon as I saw her, chocolate hair flowing down her backside, resting in a straight line at her back. Her beautiful brown eyes baring into mine, seeing past my shell and into my tortured soul that longed to love her more then anything. I would never admit it, but it kills me to see her with my brother. It kills me to see her laugh so joyfully at him because I know that I will never make her laugh like that. I will only make her cry and fuel her burning hatred for me. She didn't need anymore pain in her life, which is why I'm going to do everything in my power to protect her.

The soft padding of feet from the bathroom to the bedroom perked my ears as Elena's form came before my eyes. My eyes ran over her body, taking in her strapless blue tank top and checkered shorts that fit nicely around her curves. I flashed her a smirk, trying to hide my pain as I sat there, my emotions ready to explode any moment if I didn't come out and say them. "Cute PJs."

Her eyes looked into mine, red and on the verge of closing. She looked exhausted. "I'm tired Damon."

Her voice made it perfectly clear that she wanted me to leave, but I couldn't without telling her how I felt. Even if my motives were selfish, I couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. My hand went to the vervain necklace that was sitting on the outskirts of my pocket, ready to fall out and make itself known to the world. I held the chain carefully in my hand as I brought it up into Elena's line of vision, dangling it infront of her with that same mask I always wore. "Brought you this." 

Her eyes widened in surprise, probably because I was the one returning it to her and not Stefan. "I thought it was gone. Thank you." Her hand reached out to take it but I pulled it out of reach. I didn't want her to have it just yet. Her features fluttered together in frustration as she looked at me with that same tired look. "Please give it back."

Her voice was almost to a begging point and if I had not known any better I would've handed it over without a second thought, but I couldn't. Not yet. Every passing moment that I stood in that dreaded room with her I could feel my walls breaking, crumbling and shattering to pieces right before my very eyes. My 145 years of living in coldness and resentment was being broken by this petty human girl. She was my weakness, the key to unlocking my humanity and the good that was once there. And here I was, about to make the biggest mistake of my life. "I just have to say something."

A flash of fear and apprehension flew through her face as I said those words. I knew she had every right to be nervous. The last time I was in here I basically killed her brother right infront of her. He came back to life but that doesn't erase the fact that he was laying lifeless in Elena's room. She had every right to hate me, and she still does. "Why do you have to say it with my necklace?"

Looking deep into her eyes, I braced myself for the words that were about to escape through my lips. "Well...because what I'm about to say..is probably going to be the most selfish thing I've ever said in my life."

Realization soon set in and Elena shot me a warning glance. "Damon don't go there."

I inwardly sighed and looked at her face, full of suspicion and slight fear for what I was about to say. "I just have to say it once. You just need to hear it." I closed the gap between us, my breath hitting her face softly. I could hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest, almost as if it was going to jump out any minute.

My hands clutched the vervain necklace tightly as I looked deep into Elena's eyes, speaking the four most selfish words I have ever said to anyone. "I love you Elena." I could feel my insides shaking; my wall was completely destroyed and my emotions were plain as day on my face, in my words, and in my voice. She just stared at me, obviously in shock that I had just made a huge declaration of love to her. She has no idea how long I've wanted to say that to her. But my speech is far from over. "And it's because I love you, I can't be selfish with you." My voice was getting weaker and weaker with every word I spoke but I had to continue. I had to let Elena know how I feel. "Why you can't know this. I don't deserve you." 

Why should I deserve her after everything that I have done? Why should I, a self serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities, get a girl who is pure as the snow that hits the ground? She doesn't need to feel sorry for me, she doesn't need to clean up after me, and she definitely does not need to pick up the pieces of my broken heart because they can't be salvaged. They can't be fixed. My voice completely shattered as I said the truth right to her and myself. "But my brother does." I leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead. I let my lips absorb the softness of her skin before I pulled away, my eyes shining with explicable sadness. I could feel wetness in my eyes for the first time in forever as I placed my hand on Elena's cheek, softly running the padding of my thumb up and down her delicate skin. "God I wish you didn't have to forget this." 

A lone tear escaped my eye as I compelled her. The feeling of it running down my cheek at the slowest pace hurt worse then if that tear had been vervain. It burned my skin internally, leaving a scar that can never be seen by the naked eye. It kills me, having to confess my love to her and take it away just like that, it kills me to know that she will get back with Stefan.

But most of all, it kills me that she will never know how much I love her. "But you do." 

The End

A/N: Oh god, that was so depressing to write but I have a feeling that Elena will remember those words someday. When she does the fandom will promptly explode. 

I really hoped Damon wasn't too out of character and if he was then just tell me. I love feedback! You guys are amazing with the reviews!:)