Reunion
Damon ist wieder da *_* XD Mehr gibts eigentlich nicht zu sagen. Viel Spaß! Und vielen Dank für die lieben Kommis! Hab mich sehr gefreut^^
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"Good evening, ladies."
"What are you doing here?" Caroline snarled.
"Visiting," Damon answered matter-of-factly.
"You!" Bonnie growled and jumped to her feet. "How dare you come back?! How dare you look me in the eye?!"
"What?"
"Bonnie," Elena said warningly and got up herself. She put her hand on Bonnie's shoulder to calm her down. "Her grandma is dead," she told Damon.
"Oh." He understood. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?!" Bonnie repeated in a high-pitched voice. "She was trembling and on the verge of tears. "You should be sorry!" It's your fault Grams is dead! You forced her to do this… thing and it killed her!"
Bonnie wanted to say "spell" but quickly chose a different word as Caroline didn't know what they did about a month ago and none of them wanted her to know it, either.
Again Elena explained the facts to Damon who looked slightly confused.
"She was already quite old–"
"She wasn't that old!" corrected Bonnie.
"And this… thing," Elena continued. "It took her all of her nerves and strength."
"Oh," Damon said again. "I'm sorry. Really."
"You can stick it up your… Let's go, Caroline," Bonnie said and turned to Elena. "You coming with us?"
"Um…"
"I get it. See you around, Elena," Bonnie cut her off.
She and Caroline left the room. Damon sighed deeply.
"Phew…"
"I'm sorry," Elena apologized and sat down on her bed again. "I thought she'd gotten over it but when she saw you…"
"She blew up like a house full of gas," Damon exaggerated. "It's okay. I didn't think the old witch would die from it, though."
"Neither did I."
Silence fell upon them for a moment until Elena spoke again.
"So… what are you doing here? I thought you were–"
"Visiting," Damon repeated. "But Stefan wasn't home so I came straight to you. I thought you might be able to tell me where he went?"
"No," Elena said sadly. "I've no idea."
"Too bad."
Elena didn't reply to that. She was silent, staring at the floor. Probably thinking of Stefan, Damon thought. He couldn't stand to see her like this. So depressed…
"You know, as much as I don't like them as they hate me," he said. "I agree with your friends on one thing, though. You really need to get out of the house."
And with that he pulled her up from the bed into his embrace and started to dance with her, turning and twirling her around.
"Uaah, Damon!" Elena squeaked in surprise. "Did you eavesdrop on us?"
"No need. You're voice flowed outside through the open window. I already heard you talking when I got out of the car."
He did that fifties move with her, eventually holding her loosely in his embrace so that she had to look up at him.
"Let's go out," he suggested. "You and me outside there. How's that sound?"
He pulled her up and put her down on the floor so that she could stand. Elena looked quite funny. Her hair was disheveled and she seemed to be slightly dizzy from dancing.
"I don't know…"
"You're busy?" he mocked grinning. "Writing in you diary? Oh come on, don't stand me up. It's Friday night. Let's go have some fun."
"Where do you want to go, anyway?" Elena asked, still indecisive.
"If I'm not mistaken there's a party at the grill, right? With music… dances… Sounds like fun to me. Doesn't it to you?"
"Well, yes, somehow…"
"Great!" Damon exclaimed happily. "But you should change first. I'm not taking you in these clothes," he added, looking disgusted.
"Of course I'm going to change first. What – Damon, what are you doing?!"
As soon as Damon got her approval to his plans he headed for her wardrobe and started rummaging around. "Stop it! It's private!" Elena shouted embarrassed.
Damon ignored her and opened the drawer. There it was… lingerie and how beautiful it was!
"Oh, sexy."
"Damon!" Elena shouted emphatically, dragged him away from the wardrobe and pushed him to the door. "I'll go with you. I'll change now and I'll meet you downstairs, got it? And don't you dare to peep!"
"If I see something I haven't seen before I'll throw a–"
"Damon…!"
Elena was getting irritated and Damon didn't miss it.
"If I may make a recommendation. Take the red one. I'm sure it'll look beautiful on you. Oh and beneath those nice white… By the way is it Versace?"
"Get out!!"
Damon laughed amusedly and left, closing the door behind him. He went downstairs where he found Jeremy playing games in the living room and Aunt Jenna working in the kitchen. He entered the kitchen.
"Um, Ms Sommers?"
Jenna turned around with a warm smile on her lips.
"Don't be so formal. You can call me, Jenna," she offered.
He gladly did so. "Thanks, Jenna. Um, I'd like to take Elena out if that is alright with you?"
"Sure," Jenna agreed at once. "I'm glad someone is taking her out. She's been so miserable."
Damon smiled. "Is there any specific time for her to come home?"
"No," Jenna shook her head. "I know she's with you and that's enough. Just make sure she's in school on Monday," she added jokingly.
"That's not a problem," Damon replied grinning. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Damon," Jenna said smiling.
Damon turned around and walked into the living room to Jeremy and sat down beside him.
"Hey, Jeremy, how you doin'?"
"I'm fine, thanks," Jeremy answered smiling. "You?"
"I'm fine," Damon said casually. "Hey, um, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure."
Half an hour later Damon and Elena reached the grill. When they got out of the car Damon offered Elena his arm for her to take which she did hesitantly. The grill was already full of people. As usually everyone was there, meeting people and having fun. The first thing Damon and Elena did was getting something to drink.
"What do you want?" Damon asked.
"Anything without alcohol," Elena replied.
"You sure? Last time you drank it was fun."
"Yeah and I could swear my head was going to burst the next morning." Damon laughed. "I'll have a coke."
"Make it two," Damon told the bartender. Elena looked at him half-amused. "What?"
"No alcohol for you, either?" she grinned.
"No, I have to drive you home safely, right?" he said passing her the coke.
"I thought it wouldn't affect you," Elena said, taking her coke.
"That would be awesome."
In a corner of the grill Caroline and Bonnie were watching them suspiciously.
"Want to drown in her misery, huh?" Caroline said, pissed.
"She looks pretty elated if you ask me."
"I can't believe she chose him over us," Bonnie gnarled. "Traitor."
"What does she see in him, anyway?" Caroline asked, shaking her head. Bonnie gave her a look. "What?"
"Nothing…"
"Wanna dance?" Damon asked.
"Oh no, rather not. I'm still dizzy from our dance in my room," Elena said grinning and took a sip of her coke.
Suddenly a cell phone started ringing. It was Damon's who took it out of his pocket and glanced at the display.
"Oh, this is important. I've got to take it," he said. "I'll be right back. Don't run away."
"I'll be a good girl and wait for you," Elena promised half-laughing.
Damon left her side and she let her gaze wander around the room. She saw Caroline and Bonnie standing in a corner and decided to join them.
"Hey," she greeted them, smiling. "You're having fun?"
"Less fun than you, I guess," Caroline shot back and crossed her arms, looking sternly at her. "I thought you wouldn't go out."
"I really wasn't going to. Damon persuaded me," Elena explained.
"So he better then?" Bonnie asked fiercely. "Better than us?"
"No!"
"Did you forget what he did?!"
"No, of course not."
"Then why are you with him?"
"It's some kind of a deal," explained Elena. "I agreed on hanging out with him because I need him to do something for me."
"And what's that?"
"Yeah, what's that?"
Damon was back and looked at her questioningly. Elena looked at him and found that he looked slightly pissed. How much of their conversation had he heard?"
"Well, we'll see you at school, Elena," Bonnie said.
"Bye, Elena," Caroline said.
The two girls quickly walked away. They couldn't stand to be with Damon in a room. Elena felt a little bit guilty for choosing Damon over them. She understood their anger. Almost as if to find and answer to her problem she looked at Damon who didn't looked pissed anymore.
"Hey, how about me fulfilling my promise tonight," he asked, catching her off guard.
"Which promise?"
"The promise. You know, four weeks ago when I said we should go on another road trip together, when you were all whiny whiny about me leaving."
"I wasn't whiny," Elena corrected him.
"Oh yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't."
"Whatever. What do you think?" Damon finished this useless discussion and demanded an answer from her.
"I don't know…" she began hesitantly.
"Don't tell me you've got plans for the weekend 'cause I know you don't."
"What if Stefan comes back?"
"He won't. Trust me, he won't."
"How do you know? Did you two talk?" Elena asked.
"No, we didn't." Damon answered. "Look, Stefan's not the type to leave and return a week later. Last time he left he came back fifty years later."
Elena stared at him.
"Don't give me that look. I'm sure he'll come back before the fifty years have passed," he assured her. "But not all too soon. So?"
She was still not sure about going, killing each and every one of Damon's nerves.
"What have you got to lose?"
"Why are you so stubborn?" Elena inquired suspiciously.
"Okay," Damon gave in. "Okay, you've got me. I've got an ulterior motive… I'm bored."
Elena laughed.
"Okay, fine, how long will we be–"
"We'll leave now and we'll be back Sunday night," he told her.
"Okay, but I have to go home first, ask Jenna for permission and get my stuff."
"No need. It's already done."
"How?"
"When you were dressing up I asked your aunt for permission and while you were a good girl waiting for me I met your brother outside. He brought your stuff just like I asked him to," Damon explained.
"You let him pack my clothes?! He's my brother!"
"Would you have preferred if I packed your clothes?"
"No!"
"So, what's the problem? Let's go!"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him.
"What about your stuff?" Elena asked when they reached the car.
"It's already in the back of the car," he said, opening the door on the passenger's side.
"Thanks," she said and got into the car. The next moment Damon was in the car, too. "You planned this."
"As spontaneously as ever," he smirked and started the car.
They left Mystic Falls and hit the freeway. Elena couldn't help but feel excited just like the last time she had hung out with Damon. She knew hanging out with him was actually fun so she had something to look forward to. She deliberately glanced at him every now and then and smiled. He didn't miss it and smiled smugly back.
