Title: Rivers Of Time
Summary: Inspired by the song It Will Be Me from Brother Bear II and vaguely related to what some on Twitter know as DarkStoryTime. After Elena turns, she asks Bonnie to do a spell to make everything as it was before she met the Salvatores so that she could have a second chance at being human, but of course, the spell goes horribly wrong.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse
Damon didn’t even tell his brother about Elena - that six year old tattle tale would go straight to their father. She was his secret, and he liked it that way. There were times where she would disappear for a few weeks before visiting him again, but for almost a whole year, he had her as a friend. He would ask her questions about the future and Elena would answer them as often as she could.
And then she disappeared for almost seven years.
During that time, he’d succeeded in getting drunk on whiskey more times than he could count - and even dragged Stefan with him once - and whipped three more times. It was on his twentieth birthday, in 1861, that she returned again.
It was the first day he was allowed out of bed after the most recent whipping and his back still stung, the cotton sticking painfully to his wounds. Then he saw her, and all the pain seemed to vanish. “Elena…”
“Damon.” A smile appeared on her face at the sight of him. “How long has it been?”
He smiled despite the pain; his friend was here, and that’s all that mattered. “Almost seven years.”
Elena’s smile faltered slightly as she took in his change in appearance. “You’re so much older.”
“Twenty today.” He supplied eagerly.
Her small smile spread into a grin and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “Happy birthday!” The grimace of pain on his face when her hand made contact with his back didn’t go unnoticed. “Damon? Are you alright?” He nodded unconvincingly and took a step back, only stopping when Elena pulled him back toward her by his wrist. “Damon, take off your shirt.”
He did as she commanded, slowly popping the button-down shirt open and discarding by the trees, facing her the entire time. She stepped forward slowly, forcing him to turn around at the same snail-like speed and gasping when she saw the newer wounds. “Damon…” They were almost worse than the ones twelve years before and she couldn’t help but let a few tears spill from her eyes. “He did it again…”
“Three times…” Damon winced as her hand travelled gently up and down his back. “Once a few weeks after you left. Again when I got Stefan drunk. And a few weeks ago.”
Elena leaned forward and pressed her lips against his mutilated back, frowning as he stepped away. “Damon, I just want to help.” He shook his head and sat down in the grass, not expecting her to sit down behind him and place another gentle kiss to his wounds. “Let me help you… Please?”
He nodded slowly, shivering slightly at her featherlight touches. Elena’ continued to trace every scar and gash on his skin with her lips, lying on her stomach to reach the ones on his lower back before sitting back up and pulling his head around to face her, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
Neither of them could remember exactly how it happened, but an hour later, they were both lying side by side deeper in the woods, their clothes having been discarded a few feet away. Damon’s arm was hooked around her waist, and one of Elena’s legs was tangled with his. Their lips were a mere inch apart as they watched each other, both looking for a hint of regret in the other’s eyes.
Not finding any, Elena close her eyes and sighed in contentment as Damon pulled her body closer to his. “Elena… You know what I haven’t been able to say to you in seven years?” A quiet “hmm” tumbled from her lips before he continued. “You’re really pretty…”