WHO: Elena and Damon; deadlycharming WHEN: Backdated to the night of 09/15, after this WHERE: Elena's room WHAT: Elena's decided she's ready RATING: High STATUS: In progress
Elena had pulled a robe around her while she waited, perched on her bed. She couldn't sit still. She kept changing position and fidgiting with her hair and robe. She wasn't sure what had made up her mind that tonight was the night or that Damon was the one, but she could tell she had made the right choice by the excitement that was mixed with the nerves racing through her mind.
She had set a few candles around the room and dimmed the lights until the space was illuminated by a flickering golden glow. It reminded her of where Damon had taken her in her dream the first night he'd taken her blood. It had been against her will then, but this was all her. She wanted him, in every way. He was her dark prince and this would be better than any dream.
The candle flames flickered in the breeze from the open window, where Elena's eyes were trained, eagerly waiting for the familiar flap of pitch black wings.