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The Vampire Diaries Fic: Soldier Boy
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Title: Soldier Boy (1/1)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (tv show, not book)
Characters: Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Words: 565
Spoilers: Through 2x09
Disclaimer:
The Vampire Diaries and its characters belong to the CW, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: In this war, he won't be a deserter.
A/N: I'm new to TVD and to Damon/Elena, so forgive me if there are gaping holes in this. Con crit is always welcome.

There are a thousand reasons why this 'ship is dirty/bad/wrong, but I can't help being intrigued anyway. ;) Fiction isn't real life, after all. And the angst, oy...

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Soldier Boy

He goes to her with the taste of Rose still heavy on his tongue.

Cloaked in shadow, with only the cold stars in the night-black sky to keep him company, Damon sits vigil in the ancient oak behind her house, the bark rough at his back. The Originals are out there; she isn't safe, and as long as she isn't, he'll wait by her window like her own personal gargoyle. If that's what it takes.

He can stand seeing her in Stefan's arms. Baby brother deserves her even if he doesn't. (That doesn't keep him from wanting her; if only love and desire were that simple.) He can stand her not remembering his selfish confession. He can even stand the arctic distance in her eyes, the miles he put there with his rash actions.

But she has to be all right. The alternative would be intolerable.

She's trying hard to muffle the sounds of her crying against her pillow, probably in an effort to avoid alarming Jenna or Jeremy, but he can hear her. Is she afraid? Sad? The questions torment him, tugging him inexorably toward her room. His hands grip the rough bark until his palms are scratched and bloody, holding him there against his every instinct. She won't welcome his presence, won't allow herself to find comfort in him. Friends, she told him, help each other, and right now this is how he can help her.

Friends, he thinks, his mouth filling with bitter ash. What is it about him that makes him such a fucking pansy for women who could never love him? All that love's ever gotten him is an eternity of loneliness.

It doesn't matter. In this war, he won't be a deserter.

Eventually Elena's sobs quiet and cease, her breath relaxing into a sleep he desperately hopes is peaceful but fears is anything but. If the vervain didn't keep him from doing it, he'd fill her dreams with sunshine and puppies and even...Stefan.

Only once he's certain she's asleep does he come into her room. Her blanket lies in a sad heap at the bottom of her bed, her ridiculous stuffed bear has been tossed onto the floor. He can't help rolling his eyes at the latter, but his mouth curves into a smile utterly devoid of cynicism as he tucks the bear into bed next to her and gently pulls the blanket over her sleeping form.

Despite his effort to avoid looking at her face, he fails: even vampires can be compelled, it seems. He permits himself a quick glance at the tearstains on her cheeks and chin - silver paths of captured moonlight - and calls himself a fool a thousand times over.

The longer he stays in the stillness of her room, the more he'll want to touch her. One of his hands lifts toward her face, hovering there, not touching, just feeling the heat rising from her. Then he departs, resuming his post outside, like a good little soldier boy.

Lulled by the metronome of Elena's heartbeat, Damon keeps watch in the tree, a dark sentinel, eyes at half-mast but fully awake. Until dawn drifts in on tendrils of gold and indigo, and he hears her heartbeat accelerate as she begins to wake.

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K,

Go listen to this and tell me it isn't them: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfzRlcnq_c0

You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don't want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
I always will

I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don't have a choice but I still choose you
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
Oh I don't love you but I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will

You know what you've done here, right? This one demands to be explored in fic ... What I've had in my head since he told her he loved her is a lingering what-if: what if it hadn't worked? What if she'd remembered?

I squealed so loud that every dog in the neighborhood went deaf. *g*

Do it! Write it! I will read it and squee and praise and clap my hands with joy.

I hear you on the "lingering what-if." I've had twinklings myself. You know, there's a theory that she was drinking vervain tea, so the "compelling" didn't work. I'll see if I can dig up a link, honey.

In the meantime, I fully support your desire to write this TVD fic -- or any other. I am so glad you're feeling inspired. I adore your writing. ♥ If I can help you in any way, please let me know. For example, I can ply you with this: Photobucket

If you heard a very loud thud, that was me, falling off the couch. That -- I can't say I don't have any words for what I'm seeing, but they may not be appropriate for polite company. I'll settle for guh.

I'll see what I can do about fleshing out the plot bunny, since you ever so kindly provided me with this pretty piece of ... inspiration. Hand-holding will definitely be required, though!

So works for me. He is something isn't he?

Have you seen "The Sacrifice"? of course you did stupid question. It was worth the wait wasn't it?

I didn't get to watch The Sacrifice exactly when it aired because they were airing high school football on our local network, but I watched it just as soon as I could get my greedy little paws on it. *g* And I loved it!

I don't live in the US. I live in UAE. And so I have to wait two hours after it airs and download it to watch it. Sometimes I have to wait for 6 or 7 hours to get it here.

Their airing the first season here and so I can't watch it with them. If I did, which I do anyway (can't get enough of Damon) I'd go nuts.

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