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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

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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…”

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

~

To Damon, it was four years of loneliness and his father’s accusations of weakness. He didn’t know how he knew, but he knew she was gone. The first week was the hardest, seeing as he couldn’t do anything to disprove the theory while he was in bed recovering. Somehow, the confirmation of her departure made it easier, as if the false hope had been weighing on his shoulders. It was silly to get hung up on a girl he’d known for a mere two weeks anyway.

Then why did he feel so abandoned?

To Elena, on the other hand, it only seemed like a short nap before she awoke in the clearing. The last thing she’d remembered was sitting in the barn with young Damon bleeding in her arms. What had become of him? And how had she gotten to the clearing? She looked down, not sure how to feel when she found that she was still in the blood soaked dress.

Sh heard a child’s laugh float toward her and she peeked over the familiar bush, seeing a young boy, no older than five or six, run across the green grass. A voice came from inside the house as the door opened again. “Wait for me, Stefan!” The door closed again as another boy ran out, he couldn’t be older than thirteen or fourteen.

“I’m not waiting all day, Damon!” Stefan yelled back, and Elena felt her heart skip a beat. These were the brothers before everything with Katherine happened. “I thought you were going to teach me how to swim?”

A light chuckle escaped her lips and she didn’t realize Damon was close enough to hear her until he turned. His eyes lit up when he saw her and he addressed his brother. “You go on ahead; I’ll follow you in a minute.”

Stefan sighed and rolled his eyes, nodding as he walked toward the lake. His brother wasted no time sprinting over to the bush. “Elena!” Damon barely managed to stay quiet enough to not attract attention to them. Suddenly, his grin disappeared. “You left…”

She nodded sadly. “I know, and I’m sorry. I can’t control when I leave.”

Damon looked confused. “What do you mean? Of course you can control when you leave; it’s a choice.”

“Not for me.” Elena shook her head sadly as she reached her hand over the bush to take his own. He simply stared when he saw the blood. She shook her head again as she realized how gruesome her appearance was. “This is your blood, Damon. It’s from that night when you were eight years old.” His eyes never left the dark red stains as she spoke. “Damon, have you ever heard of time travel?”

~

“So you’re from the year two thousand and twelve?” Elena nodded for what felt like the fiftieth time at yet another of Damon’s questions. “And your friend Bonnie is a witch?” A nod. “And she sent you back in time?” Another nod. “Because you didn’t like how things had happened?” Another. “And you know me and my brother in the future?”

The flow of questions hadn’t stopped for nearly ten minutes and she knew Stefan was probably wondering where his brother was. “Didn’t you say you were going to teach Stefan how to swim today?” Elena asked politely.

Damon jumped up quickly, turning to go. “I did. I’m sorry, Elena, but I have to go.” She nodded in understanding as he left, following him on her own path through the trees.

~

She watched from the trees as Damon pushed Stefan into the water and swam into the lake after him when he began to sink below the surface. Elena also watched as a still coughing Stefan pushed his brother down on the rocky shore and gasped as Damon let out a howl of pain and a string of profanities.

Elena bit her lip to keep from shouting out in concern, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly when he stomped off toward the trees. “Are you alright?” She asked when he stopped next to her, wincing when he tried to sit.

“It hurts.” He frowned when he tried to sit down again. “Did you see that? He pushed me! I’m trying to help him and he pushed me! See if I ever teach him how to swim now.” She let out a laugh despite how much she was trying to hold it in and Damon smiled. “You’re laugh is pretty, like my mother’s was.” His small frown returned. “I haven’t seen you in four years. A lot has changed since you disappeared.”

Elena stayed silent, waiting patiently to elaborate. “He never did that again.” Damon said quietly. “And he’s never done it to Stefan.” A smile lit up his face again. “And, on my birthday, Rosalyn Cartright and me went to Wickery Bridge, and she kissed me.” He seemed to be proud of the small accomplishment. “Rosalyn’s father owns the bank, and she’s really pretty.” Damon’s cheeks reddened faintly. “But not as pretty as you.”

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 (in later chapters)

~

Stefan burst into the clearing just as Damon dropped to his knees, clutching his head in pain. The younger Salvatore turned to the witch in the other side of the clearing immediately. “What are you doing? Where’s Elena?”

His brother shook his head, temporarily relieved from the pain. “Elena’s gone. Bonnie sent her back. Too far back.” He sent a glare in the witch’s direction. “My memories… They’re changing…” Damon felt his brother’s confused gaze. “She didn’t need to see that…”

“Didn’t need to see what?” The curiosity was evident in Stefan’s voice. “Damon… How far did Bonnie send her back?”

The elder Salvatore frowned, the original memory and the new memory replaying side by side in his head and causing his hands to fly to his sides, groaning as he relived the lashing of the whip. “She’s in 1849…”

Stefan frowned, taking a step toward his brother. “Damon?”

“Stay back!” He managed to choke out, whimpering in pain. “It’s not important.” His sentence morphed into a cry of agony.

Bonnie did her best to explain. “His memories are changing because Elena went back and altered them. He’s reliving an old memory. Next he’ll live through the new one.” Another cry of pain split the air and Stefan flinched. “The only question now is, what’s the memory?”

~

It was two hours later when the pain finally subsided and Damon looked up, gasping for breath. “I have to go through that again?”

Bonnie shook her head. “You only go the the original memory once. Next is the memory altered by Elena.”

The Salvatore whimpered. “Wasn’t the universe content with me suffering once?”

Stefan watched in horror from his spot as his brother collapsed in pain again, the back of his shirt tearing at an invisible force. It wasn’t until long slashes cut into his skin that Stefan made any sound. It was a strangled sob, as if he were trying to hold it back. Blood began to flow down Damon’s back, the wounds not healing quickly like they normally would. Even Bonnie gasped, in sheer shock if nothing else.

All they could do is wait for two more hours to pass…

~

These two hours seemed longer than the others. Maybe it was the fact that the grass was stained with blood. Maybe it was because, for the first time in over a hundred years, Stefan was seeing his brother cry.

No matter what it was, as soon as Damon’s cries of pain quieted, Stefan sped to his side. The elder brother pulled his arm back harshly. “Don’t touch me.” He growled, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“Damon,” all he wanted were answers. “What happened? If it happened so long ago, why didn’t I know before now?”

He reached out a hand, hi brother pulling away again. “You were two, Stef. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Stefan shook his head. “Damon, you’re bleeding. If you weren’t a vampire, you would have bled to death by now.”

“No I wouldn’t have. I was fine for a whole night alone the first time it happened. I was fine with Elena when she went back and changed everything. I don’t need your help.” Stefan didn’t get a chance to say anything before he continued. “But you always have to know everybody’s business. So I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to like it. He whipped me. For two damn hours out in the barn because I cried when mom died. Alright? I showed weakness. I was punished for it. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Stefan stayed silent, reaching out to his brother again. Damon pulled away a third time. “I don’t want your fucking sympathy, baby brother. I got enough of your girlfriend’s in 1849.”

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 (in later chapters)

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Elena sat in front of the bush all night, patiently awaiting Damon’s return despite the full moon overhead and the distant howling of wolves. Her enhanced hearing enabled his quiet sobs to crash against her eardrums, silent tears flowing down her own cheeks. She had assured him his mother would be alright, and then she hadn’t been. Why she’d been compelled to give him hope, she didn’t know, but she had and now he’d probably hate her for the lies she’d unwittingly told. She thought of how upset he’d been even after he’d believed her false reassurance; how devastated was he now?

It wasn’t until noon the next day that she saw him again. The first thing he did when he saw her was throw himself into her arms, sobs making his entire body tremble. “She’s dead, Elena. My mother’s dead.” Elena held him wordlessly, letting him stain the bodice of her dress with tears. “You said she’d be alright.”

Her own salty tears began to fall again, dampening his hair. “I know. I’m so sorry, Damon.” He didn’t try to pull back, and she didn’t push him away. And that’s how they spent everyday for nearly two weeks.

Until she was woken in the middle of the night by the crack of a whip and the terrified screams of a young child.

Between the gut wrenching cries of pain and the deafening sound of worn leather striking flesh, she could hear a scolding voice. “Don’t think I don’t see you out there, with her. That girl you’re with everyday. Crying out in the open for all to see. Tears are a sign of weakness. Pain is weakness leaving the body.” Another crack of the whip split the air. “Goodbye weakness.”

A figure made its way to the house from the barn as the smell of blood and the sound of those familiar sobs reached her, causing Elena to spring into action. She made her way toward the barn, following the sweet yet salty scent to the figure’s victim.

What she saw when she arrived made her sick.

A puddle of blood covered the ground beneath him, the moonlight reflecting off of it casting everything in an eerie, red glow. She scooped him up gingerly, ignoring the deliciously forbidden scent of the blood around them as he cried out. “Shh..” she soothed, sitting down and running a hand through his hair. “You’ll be alright.”

“Elena…?” he mumbled through the pain. “He thinks I’m… He says I’m weak… Do you think I’m weak, Elena…?”

She shook her head quickly, holding him close to her. “No, Damon. You’re strong. You’re so strong.” Elena tried to keep her tone upbeat, but that was hard to do when someone she loved was bleeding to death in her arms. “You’re stronger than I’ll ever be.”

That seemed to satisfy him and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the pain. “I’m tired… Can I sleep, Elena?”

She nodded. “Yes. Sleep. When you wake up, the pain will be gone.”

Damon smiled softly, a few words escaping his lips before he drifted into sleep. “You’re very pretty…”

Elena smiled sadly and closed her own eyes, the tears streaking down her face and dampening the young boy’s hair.

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 (in later chapters)

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The girl’s dark hair whipped around her face in the violent wind, the trees around her melting into mind numbing blurs. She felt detached from it all, as if she was simply watching it on a screen, and not standing barefoot in the green grass. Everything had melted into a strange tie-dye of green when she finally heard a voice. “Elena!” That was Damon. Of course he’d go after her. But she didn’t want him coming after her. She didn’t want to be a vampire.

And so she asked Bonnie to send her back. To a time before she’d met either of the Salvatore brothers. To a time before her parents died. To a time when nothing bad ever happened in Mystic Falls.

~

When she blinked her eyes open, she was laying on a larger patch of grass with not a stitch on her, the blue sky above much too clear for it to be early March, and therefore not the same day she and Matt had driven off the bridge. Good, she thought. I’ve successfully time traveled.

The sunlight seemed to reflect off the dewy blades of grass directly into her eyes and she sat up, planning on addressing her current issue: the fact that she wasn’t wearing any clothes. It should be an easy problem to fix, except for the fact that she had no idea where she was, and therefore had no idea where her house was. Elena looked to her left and saw a bush, crawling over to it quietly and peeking over. What she saw certainly wasn’t what she was expecting.

It was the Salvatore manor, returned to it’s 1864 glory, good as new. There was a young boy walking across the lawn, his dark hair disheveled as if he’d been running his hand through it. Looking around, she realized everyone else must be inside. “Hey,” she called just loud enough for him to hear. The boy looked in her direction and she waved him over. “Can you come here for a moment, please?”

He looked around too, as if to see if she was talking to someone else, before jogging over to her. “Is there something you needed, miss?” She frowned in confusion - since when did children this young have such good manners? Elena was shaken out of her thoughts when the boy spoke again. “Miss?”

“Oh, yes. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me?” He nodded, a signal for her to continue. “Can you tell me what year it is?”

He looked at her strangely, as if the question was ridiculous, and it probably was. “It’s 1849, miss.”

She gasped silently, trying to process the new information. “Thank you…” she trailed off, hoping the boy would provide a name.

He filled in the blank quickly. “I’m Damon. Damon Salvatore.”

“Damon…” Elena breathed, her voice nearly inaudible. “Damon. Does you mother have any clothes that she won’t miss? I seem to have lost mine.” She was suddenly afraid of sounding scandalous in front of the younger version of one of her favorite vampires.

Damon nodded, not seeming taken aback by the situation at all. “My mother won’t miss any of her clothes; she’s very sick.” The sentence didn’t seem to phase him at all, as if he’d come to terms with it. “She’s been very sick for a long time…” he turned and marched back to the house before Elena could respond.

He came back out a few minutes later, a dress and corset bundled tightly in his arms. “This is all I could grab before I heard my father coming.” Damon said when he reached her, turning around politely as she dressed. “Why don’t you have your clothes?”

“Because I don’t have them.” She said simply. “My friend Bonnie… It’s not important. You can turn around now.”

Elena walked out from behind the bush as Damon turned, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re pretty.”

She blushed faintly. “Thank you, but aren’t you a little young to be looking at girls?”

He shook his head quickly. “I’m already eight. I’ll probably be married in less than twelve years.” Damon smiled sadly. “And my little brother won’t be far behind.” It was his turn to blush. “You’re really pretty.”

Elena shook her head slowly. “Where I’m from, I’m only average. My friend Caroline is pretty.” A sad smile appeared on her face when she realized she’d probably never see her friends again. Never see Stefan again. Never see the sarcastic, older version of the little boy in front of her again.

“Prettier than you, miss? I don’t think so.” His eyes widened. “What is your name, miss? You know mine, shouldn’t you be fair and tell me yours?”

She smiled softly, nodding. “I’m Elena.”

The grin on the eight-year-old Damon’s face returned for a moment before melting away, his gaze shifting to the now open front door of his home. A man, she assumed his father, was standing. “Damon,” he called. “Please come inside. I need to speak with you.”

Damon’s face paled. “He never says please. Only when something really bad happens.” He looked up at her. “My mother, the doctor said she was getting worse. Do you think she’s…?” His quiet voice trailed off.

“No, I’m sure she’s alright, Damon.” Elena said quietly, not even convincing herself. “I’ll be right here when you get back, alright?” He nodded and stood, walking toward the house.

~written out of complete boredom~

Elena Gilbert sat on the couch, twisting the new daylight ring around her finger. Stefan had gone out hunting, instructing her to stay put as to not endanger any lives.

She stood up, beginning to pace. How long would it be until he got back? Her feet carried her up the stairs, presumably to Stefan’s room, only to change direction upon reaching the second floor. The door creaked open, revealing the empty bedroom that hadn’t been inhabited in a week. (Or was it two weeks?)

Elena sat down on ~his~ bed, studying her surroundings. A copy of ‘Gone With The Wind’ sat on the bedside table. ‘His favorite,’ she thought immediately. He wouldn’t have skipped town without all of his things, would he?

The answer was yes, and he did. He was a vampire, he had an eternity to come back and collect his things. Why would he stick around when he could be off having fun?

She closed her eyes and lay back, allowing the weak remnants of his scent to wash over her. As Elena drifted off to sleep, she was sucked into a memory…

…She stood in the parking lot, waiting for her parents. “Katherine.” A voice behind her breathed. She spun around to face… Damon…

‘That’s impossible,’ she thought. ‘Damon wasn’t there…’ A whisper of a memory floated through her brain. “I want you to get everything you’re looking for.” Tidbits of hit words ricocheted around in her mind. “A love that consumes you… passion… adventure… danger… everything you’re looking for…”

A single tear slid down her cheek. ‘He’s probably with ~her~,’ Elena thought enviously. ‘The girl at the the Grill with her stupid hair and blue eyes.’ What was her name? Shannon something? What did it matter? Damon clearly cared more about his new ~friend~ than Elena’s well-being.

She frowned. Is this what he’d felt for the past year? Chasing after someone who doesn’t love you back? She was kidding herself by saying she’d let go of him…because it was really him who let go of her.

tyrellandtargaryen:

Fuck everyone of you who thinks that “Bonnie is always the one that gets hurt”. Allow me to introduce you to Damon Salvatore, whose been dragged through so much shit I’m surprised he’s still fucking alive and relatively quirky.

Tumblr distracts me… time to actually write now. Slow replies on Twitter (though, I’m jailed, so that doesn’t really mean much…) and Delena will be written shortly.

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