Perfect Moment

Chapter Name inspired by the lyrics from Martine McCutcheon's 'Perfect Moment'- very nicely describes the wedding between Damon and Elena – yes, I said wedding!

This fanfic is based on the lyrics from the song 'My Name' by McLean. I am in love with the song, have a listen to it. I think it describes the Damon/Elena relationship perfectly.

The little snippets from the song will be in italics.

Hope you like it... Enjoy x

If someone told me two years ago I would be marrying Elena Gilbert I would have laughed and told them they had the wrong brother - That the brother they wanted was his saintly brother Stefan: master-brooder extraordinaire. But no - Two years later here I am. Here we are - finally.

The music started, and everyone turned, Elena came floating in as if from a dream in her elegant strapless wedding dress, beaded with tiny crystals across the bodice with a ruffled skirt, a small silver tiara rested atop of her perfectly straightened hair. I saw her smile at me, checking me out with an impressed look on her face as if saying 'not bad'. Naturally I was impeccably dressed; with my designer suit, imported from Italy, a crisp white shirt, and a black bow tie finishing the look. All I needed was a gun and I could call myself 007. The name's Salvatore. Damon Salvatore.

Elena was finally standing next to me; I held Elena's hand lightly as she looked at me, the love she feels for me radiating from her very being for everyone in the small church to witness. I look down at my wife-to-be and smile my cheeky smile I know she loves so much, I gently add pressure to her hands, giving it an excited squeeze, she looked at me and grinned – that's when its hit me– everything that had happened was meant to be, building up to this moment. This perfect moment.

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'I was in the darkness waiting to be found
my heart was locked away and beaten to the ground
tried to find my way but there was no way out...'

Katherine had hurt me: for more than a century I had kept my heart locked away, saving it only for her – for when I freed her for the tomb – my diabolical plan seemed flawless, with just one problem: Katherine wasn't there. She never was. She never cared.

As I stood in those dark woods that night, all I felt was pain, like someone had taken my heart and had beaten it to the ground. I felt as if a darkness had enveloped me and there was no way out – suffocating me from the inside. But this feeling didn't last for long, for I had her – a descendant of Katherine, so pure, so warm, and so caring – everything Katherine most definitely was NOT.

'But when you're close to me, whenever you're around
you take the pain away, you make it worth the wait...'

Elena: She took my pain away in just one embrace. In that hug I remembered the night I had touched her face as she slept; it was like Katherine was in my grasp, so close yet so far. But with this, I also felt a conflicting feeling; a genuine feeling of love for the girl, not for her resemblance to the love I had lost, but to her – just her – to the strong willed, determined, loving girl who laid peacefully before me. I didn't know it then, but two years later I would be standing at the altar, facing her before a room full of our family and friends and saying my 'I do's'.

Hope you liked it...More flashbacks on the way. Review and tell me whether I should continue...

- Kara