What Episode Does Elena Choose Damon Novels & Stories

He found her sitting on a bench in the garden, staring up at the moon. "May I sit?" he asked. Elara nodded, her heart racing. "Of course." Damon sat down beside her, his gaze fixed on the moon. "I heard you were upset about Victoria's proposal," he said. Elara's heart skipped a beat. So he had heard. "I... I was surprised," she said. Damon turned to look at her, his silver-gray eyes intense. "I have not made a decision yet. And I want you to know that whatever I decide, it will not be because I do not care about you."

Chapter 2 A scream tore from Elena’s throat as she saw Davod and Chelsea having sex on her bed. Elena’s phone fell to the ground with a crash as David pulled away from Chelsea and hurriedly covered himself with the sheets. “Elena, we can talk about this,” He raised his hands and spoke in a patronizing tone. “Hello?” Elena could hear the 911 attendant’s voice callling out on her phone as she staggered back and the baseball bat dropped from her hands.

Leo screamed to the rest of the guards who were trying to take Kylian down. Suddenly, my eyes darted to a figure who was looking around, trying to look for something or someone. He turned around, and I could see his face. It was Damon; why wasn’t he with the kids? I hope nothing has happened to my children. I could feel my heart beating fast. Soon enough, Kylian noticed his presence and brought out a gun from his pocket, pointing it in Damon’s direction. "Damon, watch out!!!!” I screamed as Kylian fired at him, but it was too late, as the bullet had already hit him.

he rasped. The sound of her name nearly disappeared beneath another violent surge. Black veins spread farther across his throat, reaching toward his jaw and temple. Damien moved fully in front of her this time. “We’re done. Seal the chamber.” “No,” Elena said immediately. “Look at him!” “I am looking at him!” The force behind her answer startled even her. Damien stared at her for a second, stunned into silence. Elena softened instantly, stepping closer to him instead of away. “If we stop now, it finishes taking him,” she said quietly.

Elena took a step toward him. Then stopped. Her phone buzzed again in her hand. She didn’t look at it. She already knew. It was Scarlett. Or it could be. And everything inside her felt like it was about to break. Two paths. One choice. One moment. Elena stood there Caught between love and truth. Between comfort and desire. Between staying… …and leaving. She took a breath. Opened her mouth. “Raphael, I” Her voice broke. He stood up slowly. “What is it?” he asked.

Damien's POV I watched Elena step out of the car and something in my gut twisted tight. She told me to leave but I didn't. I leaned forward and tapped the driver's shoulder. "Hold on, don't go yet." "Sir?" “Just wait here," I said, my eyes fixed on Elena as she walked toward her house, her shoulders were tight, and her steps slow like she was tired. Then I saw him, Caleb Harding, leaning against his car like he owned the place.

The waiter came over, and she smiled at him, ordering something. I wanted to scream. How could she sit there, sipping coffee and enjoying her morning, while I was up here plotting her downfall? She didn’t deserve this life. She didn’t deserve Dante’s love or protection. My fingers brushed against the small knife strapped to my leg, the urge to act almost overwhelming. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to be smart, to wait for the right moment. Elena reached into her bag, pulling out a phone. She held it to her ear, her expression softening as she spoke. Was it Dante? Was he checking on her? The thought made my stomach twist.

My whole body shook, and I froze. If I didn’t, they’d take Leo without me. I would, if I did, be walking right back into the arms of the man I had been attempting to escape for five years. Damian stared at me, his expression unknown. “Your choice, Elena.” I had no choice. I took a shaky breath and raised my chin and looked him straight in the eyes. “I hate you.” He only smirked. “Get used to it.”

“Still emotional. Still predictable.” Damon pulled his arm back like he was about to hit him. I stepped forward. “Damon stop.” He froze. He didn’t let go. He didn’t breathe. He just stopped. “Elena’s dying,” I said. “We need to move her.” Damon’s jaw clenched. He released his brother with a shove but didn’t take his eyes off him. His brother rolled his shoulder like Damon’s grip had been nothing. “She’ll die in a few minutes,” he said casually. “The damage is internal. She shouldn’t have come.”

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.