-4 years later
“Now, Elena, are you sure you want to do this? He doesn't know we're in town yet. You can still back out. We don't need to do this, if you don't want to.” Damon grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes, looking worried and caring. I smiled at him and gently stroked his hands. “I'm sure, Damon. It's been four years. I miss Stefan, and I think it'll be great to see him again,” I said to reassure him that this was what I wanted to do. He frowned when I said I missed Stefan. “I miss him like a friend. Don't worry. You're my only one,” I said and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Now, let's go see your brother.”
As I knocked on the front door, I felt my self getting a bit nervous. It had been almost five years since I'd seen Stefan, and I was a bit worried that hadn't been enough time. What if he was still head over heels in love with me, and jealous at his brother? No, five years had to change that. It just had to. And I hadn't been lying when I told Damon I missed Stefan. I had missed him a lot. I didn't miss him as a boyfriend, but as a friend.
I smiled as the door opened. There he was. The Stefan I'd been missing. And now I was one hundred percent certain. It was Damon I loved. My feelings for Stefan were long time gone. “Elena? Damon? What are you doing here?” he asked, looking surprised. “We had hoped you might want to say hello?” I said with a hopeful smile printed on my lips. Damon grabbed my hand, and gently squeezed it. “Yeah... Uhm, sure... Come on in,” he said and stepped a side, allowing us to go inside the house. Hmm, no living resident?
Stefan had been living in Italy ever since he left Mystic Falls. He owned a big house, with lots of space, and it was very modern. I smiled as we stepped inside. The white tile floor as amazingly clean and matched all of the white furnitures. How he managed to keep everything clean, was a mystery to me. I had been having big troubles trying to keep my apartment back in London clean from blood. It was quiet hard, feeding, without staining the floor.
“Do you want anything? I have blood bags?” Stefan asked, looking awkwardly at us. Blood bags? Was he back on the human blood? He didn't seem to have turned his feelings off, and he didn't seem like the predator he became when on human blood. “Yeah, sure... A negative for both of us,” Damon said, knowing that was my favourite type. That also happened to be Damon's blood type. What a coincidence!
Stefan disappeared for a moment, and came back with three blood bags and three crystal glasses. We grabbed one each, poured a bit of blood in it and started drinking. That seemed to answer my question. He was back on human blood, but he seemed to be able to control it. Thumbs up to him! Damon had thrown himself on the couch, sitting and watching Stefan and I carefully. Didn't he trust that I loved him, and not Stefan? I sat down on the couch, right next to Damon, and instantly felt his arm wrapping around my shoulders, and gently pulling me closer.
At first, it had been really awkward, talking to Stefan again. But after a while, all three of us seemed to relax a lot more, and the conversation quickly seemed normal again. It wasn't hard, returning to our old pattern. Except, that this time Damon's arms was wrapped around me, and when Stefan looked away, he placed small butterfly kisses on my cheeks, my neck and mouth.
-5 years later
I don't think I've ever been so scared and nervous in all of my life. My white dress felt way too tight, even though I knew it fitted perfectly. It wasn't like I could put on weight. I felt sweaty, and I felt like my heart was beating a thousand km/h. Maybe this had been the wrong decision after all? Maybe I didn't want to do this?
No. This was the right decision. We had been talking about this for almost five year now. Actually we'd been talking about it ever since we visited Florence five years ago, to see Stefan again. When we had walked through the beautiful streets of Florence, I hadn't been able to think about anything else than me in that white dress and Damon in a suit. But it had seemed so silly back then. We were vampires, we had an eternity together. Why the need to be together on paper as well? I guess that was just the leftovers of my humanity that kept pulling. And I'd let them do the lead.
Now, as I stood in front of the beautiful church, my veil hiding my face, I was getting nervous. This was serious business. All of my friends and family was waiting in that church. He was waiting in the church. I smiled at the thought. Damon would be in that church, in his finest suit. And he would be smiling when I stepped in side. This was right. I was going to be with Damon forever, and this was just my confirmation of it.
I smiled as I stepped inside the church, the music playing from the big organ. My arm was tightly squeezed around Jeremy's. He was the one who walked me up the isle – both my fathers had died, and I didn't want Alaric to do it. After all, he was filling the role of Damon's best man. Even though Damon had asked Stefan to do it, he'd refused. And both of us had accepted that. That's why Stefan was sitting on the last row in the back of the church, watching us. Caroline and Bonnie were walking behind me, both being my maids of honour. I simply couldn't just choose one of them.
And there he was. Standing by the altar, wearing his best suit. Both his hands on his back, and his eyes firmly set on me. I couldn't see him clearly – the veil was way too thick. If I had been a human, I wouldn't have been able to see a thing. But I wasn't a human, and I was able to make out just what Damon looked like. God, he looked sexy.
As we reached the altar, Jeremy let go of my arm and gave it to Damon. As soon as I felt him touch me, I started relaxing. I hadn't even noticed how tense I had been. But when I felt his gentle touch against my arm, I relaxed. This was right. This was were I was supposed to be.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered. I felt my cheeks getting red and discreetly stroked his arms with my thumb. “Thank you,” I answered, whispering just as low as him. Only vampires would be able to hear our words, and the priest was all human. We had only used a bit of compulsion – Damon's birth certificate was a bit of a problem, since it said that he was born in 1842. It was also a bit hard, convincing the priest that I wasn't the 18 year old girl I looked like. But after a bit of compulsion, everything had been in the right order.
“Will you, Elena Gilbert, take Damon Salvatore as your lovely wedded husband, till death do you apart?” the priest asked. Both of us smiled at the sentence. Death would never do us apart. “I do,” I said. Our hands were firmly clasped together, and our eyes didn't leave each others. We were really doing this. It seemed a bit weird, to get married, when we had an eternity together. But Damon had wanted me to do this. I had only been a vampire for 10 years. As Damon kept pointing out to me, I was still just a little girl. I had shrugged at him, but it was true. I still had all of my dreams from when I was still a human girl. Of course I wanted to be married. And I wouldn't want to be married to anyone else than Damon.
“And will you, Damon Salvatore, take Elena Gilbert as your lovely wedded wife, till death do you apart?” The usual smirk appeared on Damon's face. How many people in this church knew just how funny this ceremony was? “I do,” he said. I didn't miss the small spark in his eyes as he said those two words that made me his, forever.
We had agreed that we would use our daylight rings as wedding rings, and yet again compelled the priest to forget about the rings. It would be bad if one of us started burning inside the church. “You may now kiss the bride.” Damon took a step closer, and slowly lifted the veil. Being free from it, I couldn't get my eyes off his. I had never seen so much love in his eyes. It made my heart melt completely. How was I ever able to leave this man?
He put both of his hands on my face, gently cupping it, and pressed his sweet lips against mine. Without taking care of the flowers in my hand, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer, feeling the sweetness of his kiss. We had done the whole “don't see each other two weeks before the wedding” thing, and had been apart for the past two weeks. It had been hell. Even though I had been with Bonnie and Caroline, picking out a gown and stuff like that, I hadn't been able to think about anything else than Damon, and how much I missed him. I had been crying at night, missing his warm and firm embrace. And now I was in his arms again.
“I love you,” he whispered, as our lips parted again. I couldn't help but laugh, feeling a small tear rolling down my cheek as I hugged him. “I love you too. So much,” I said, feeling his arms tighten around my back. And together, we walked down the isle again, knowing that we belonged to each other for eternity.