Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena From Vampire Diaries

Wells/Felicia asked her. “I have no idea,” Finley said and they all burst out laughing again. “Hey Mr. Neighbour,” the man said as he batted his eyelashes at me and I could see them giggling as they tried to hide their faces. “Hey,” I said to him and turned toward their table. “Finley would like to know what your name is since you’re neighbours now,” he said as he kept laughing. “Damon,” I said and he turned around. “His name’s Damon!” he yelled from where he stood right next to me and then started walking back to their table as Finley slapped him on his arm and they laughed some more and yelled out, ‘Vampire Diaries!’

Samson clicked his tongue but said nothing. “Let me just keep my fingers crossed that you will eventually join our lab,” Damian said. Elena sighted a black car that was parked by the roadside. It's obvious to her that someone was watching. She handed a glance toward Samson, and he subtly gave a nod. “I will be returning your jacket next time we see,” Elena said lightly. Damian opened the car door for her. “Elena, I really mean it. We would make a great team,” he stated.

A hint of vulnerability creeps into Eli's tone as he searches Damon's eyes for any sign of insincerity or hesitation. Damon's expression softens with tenderness as he listens to Eli's heartfelt question. He leans in closer, cupping Eli's cheek gently as he gazes intensely into those captivating hazel eyes. Eli, I want nothing more than for this to be real between us. More than just fun, more than a fleeting encounter. Damon's earnest words send a warmth blooming through Eli's chest, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. He leans instinctively into Damon's tender touch, savoring the comforting heat of his palm against his skin.

Just then, Adrian walked in. He saw Damon, and his relaxed demeanor vanished, replaced by an icy stillness. "And you are?" Adrian asked, his voice losing all its warmth, becoming dangerously quiet. "Damon Blackstone," Damon said, meeting his gaze. "Elena's ex-mate." Adrian's eyes turned to chips of blue ice. "Mr. Blackstone. Elena's safety is my concern now. You can leave." "Can you handle a Dark Moon witch who has nothing left to lose?" Damon retorted, his old Alpha fire flickering for a moment.

Her eyes looked tired. "Elena...," Damian began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Damian, it's early in the morning," Elena said calmly. She leaned against the door frame. "What's wrong?" "I just... I wanted to see them. Olivia, Katty, and Delya," he replied, trying to smile. "If I may." Elena stared at him for a few seconds. There was no anger, but no warmth either. She nodded slowly, then opened the door wider.

“I never told her that, and she was the one who brought the drink to my room yesterday, so it got me confused and thinking. I decided I wasn’t going to act rashly, so I ordered that she be locked up while I made some findings.” “To cut the long story short, She wasn’t the one who brought the drink yesterday. It was Anya.” He revealed. I didn’t understand what he had just said. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Didn’t he say that the maid brought the drink, so how come it’s Anya now? “I don’t understand,” I said in a bid to let him know that I was confused. “Anya is a shapeshifter werewolf, and she’s been working with Whitney all this time,” Damon revealed, and my mouth went wide open.

Damon made to raise his hands and signal them to step back but before he could take action, Dante fired 4 simultaneous shots dropping all of his men to the floor in their pull of blood. Damon's eyes widen but he pushes away the fear immediately raising his head high and trying to stay sophisticated. Damon reached out to his gun. He pulled the trigger but Dante fired a shot at his hand and his gun crashed into the floor. "What do you want from me?" Damon's voice quivered but he was trying so hard to sound domineering. "I want to kill you, so you don't ever have to come against the woman I love again. Elena is not your problem and you know it you had no reason to come for her."

He tried to remember Aria, remember her face and laughter and maybe the rage will come back stronger enough to make him want to avenge her but when he tried hard to remember, it was her laughter and voice that filled his head instead - Alena, Eliana. “Do whatever you want with me, Damon. I'm tired.” She said finally and he could see it in her eyes that she truly was exhausted. “Damon,” Came The Beta’s voice this time. “I understand your sentiments concerning Alena but you must understand that we must do what we have to. She is not your mate, she is the evil here to run us.” “Has she killed him?” Another person asked. “We’ll have to break the door,” Theo said with an undertone of excitement.

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"And I know you can feel it too." It's not a question. It's a statement. Because of course they both feel it. The shift in the mate bond. The way Elena's presence feels different now. Stronger. More substantial. More other. Dante nods slowly. "What happened to her, Seraphina?" Seraphina sets down her glass. Takes a deep breath. When she speaks, her voice is careful. Measured. "Elena is a vampire." "What?" Dante stares at her. "That's impossible. She's been tested. She has a wolf. An omega wolf that I can smell on her. She can't be..."