Damon & Elena // Delena // " Set The brand 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 meer 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 of his face, but in his eyes. His...

"think i'm playing one meer verplaats and i snap her neck and break this ring" He zei smirking
Elena started struggling to break free but it was useless the man was holding her tight. Damon started to verplaats a little bit
"ah think about what you're doing" He zei
"what do u want" Damon asked
"none of you're concern" The man zei through gritted teeth.
"look she did nothing to u if it was me--"
"it was you" The man zei "what don't remember? okay how about June 29 1895. i remember it as the dag u 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 u everything and maybe if he had…” he glared up at Damon with a rage that petrified me. “Maybe if he had told u then I wouldn’t be here explaining myself, I wouldn’t have walked in on u two upstairs, and possibly we’d still be together…” I knew he was right. If Damon had told me that Stefan had zei he loved me and he was sorry about whatever...

The door in the living room went open and Kelsey entered the house. She had wished her parents were gone to bed, but even her 13 jaar old sister was still awake.
“You’re home pagina early” Amber noted, looking at the clock. “It’s not even midnight yet”
“What’s on your head?” Gabe pointed at Kelsey’s head. Kelsey, who had forgotten there was blood on it, tried to wipe her head. “Oww” she groaned.
“What is it?” Gabe repeated. Kelsey shot a glance at her sister and Rachel understood what she was trying to say. “Amber, go to your room. It’s bedtime”
It was as if Rachel...