Damon & Elena // Delena // " Set The Fire To The Third Bar

It was Stefan.

He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once more and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance or his face, but in his eyes. His...

"think i'm playing one more move and i snap her neck and break this ring" He said smirking
Elena started struggling to break free but it was useless the man was holding her tight. Damon started to move a little bit
"ah think about what you're doing" He said
"what do you want" Damon asked
"none of you're concern" The man said through gritted teeth.
"look she did nothing to you if it was me--"
"it was you" The man said "what don't remember? okay how about June 29 1895. i remember it as the day you killed me and made me like this." Damon waited for him to finish his sentence and used his speed to dissapear...

Stefan looked at the floor guiltily.
“Go on Stefan, explain yourself,” Damon pressed. Stefan looked up at him angrily.
“You already know everything.” He looked back at me. “Elena, I’m so sorry I left you. I asked Damon to tell you everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told you then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on you two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had said he loved me and he was sorry about whatever...