Chapter 59: Damon Salvatore's Wedding
The wedding ceremony began with the first rays of sunlight seeping through the trees of Mystic Falls, bathing the garden in a soft golden glow. White jasmine flowers—Elena's favorite—draped from every arch, candles floated gently in crystal bowls, and the chairs were perfectly aligned, all facing the small altar at the edge of the garden, where Damon now stood—in a stunning surprise, exactly on time.
Stefan stood beside him, smiling confidently as he carried the title of best man, while Alexander remained just behind them, watching silently and steadily.
Stefan whispered to Damon, nudging him lightly with his elbow:
"You okay?"
Damon didn't look at him. His eyes were fixed on the aisle.
"I'm terrified," he said quietly.
Stefan chuckled softly, "That's a good sign."
"I almost didn't come."
"I know."
"Alexander yelled at me."
"I know."
Damon finally glanced sideways at him and said, "You seem to be enjoying this more than you should."
Stefan's smile widened. "It's not every day I see Damon Salvatore in love… and nervous."
Alexander leaned slightly forward and added:
"And not threatening anyone because of it."
Damon mumbled something unintelligible, but they all fell silent when the music began to play.
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Elena appeared at the start of the aisle, her dress catching the morning light like a veil of stars. Her hair flowed in soft waves, and her smile—small, shimmering, tinged with awe and joy—was directed at only one person.
Damon.
He held his breath. For a moment, time seemed to shrink and slow, then burst into a dazzling clarity.
Every mistake he'd made, every drop of blood he'd spilled, every wall he'd built around his cruelty, collapsed at once.
This was Elena Gilbert.
And she had chosen him.
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The ceremony was simple and sincere. The vows were quiet, heartfelt.
Damon, facing her with his hands trembling slightly in hers, said:
"I never imagined I'd get this… not love… not you. But here you are, stubborn enough to see the good in me—even when I didn't."
Elena's voice wavered as she replied:
"That good was always in you, Damon. I didn't create it… I just saw it."
Alexander stood in the back, turning his face away for a moment, his fingers tensing slightly.
But a soft smile formed on his face.
It wasn't jealousy he felt. It was pride.
And when it came time for the kiss, the guests erupted in laughter and applause. Bonnie and Caroline were crying, even Alaric wiped away a hidden tear in his usual stern way.
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Later, during the reception, Stefan raised his glass to give a speech.
He said:
"I always thought I'd never see this moment… but I'm glad I was wrong. Damon, you've come a long way. And you've become someone I'm proud to call my brother."
Then he looked toward Alexander.
"And I think I speak for both of us when I say—this is the happiest we've ever seen you."
Damon raised his glass toward them, and the three brothers exchanged a silent look that needed no words.
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As the night wore on, the music rose, people danced, and the Salvatore garden transformed into a world of warmth and light. Bonnie pulled Alexander into a slow dance, resting her head against his chest.
She whispered to him:
"You did well today."
He replied:
"I just found my brother… he did the rest."
Stefan spun Caroline under the lantern lights, while Damon and Elena slipped away to the edge of the woods, alone.
And for the first time, there was no looming threat. No curse. No shadow.
Just family… born of blood and fire… standing in the light.
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Some time later
The Salvatore house was no longer quiet. Laughter echoed through the halls, the scent of fresh coffee constantly wafted from the kitchen, and the mornings had become a symphony of conversations, kisses, and sometimes arguments over shower time.
Stefan and Caroline took over the sunroom in the mornings for yoga. Damon and Elena occupied the library, filling it with her beloved book clubs and his endless sarcastic commentary. And Alexander? He remained like a shadow drifting through the house, never settling, his eyes silently observing everything.
One morning, as he sipped his black coffee in the kitchen, Stefan walked in, his hair messy and a playful smile on his face.
He said:
"You know, considering you've survived death twice, you're surprisingly calm for someone still single."
Before Alexander could reply, Damon poked his head in through the door.
"Exactly! You've got Bonnie—smart, gorgeous, terrifying. What are you waiting for? A third resurrection?"
Alexander laughed and said:
"You two just got married, and now you want me to join your 'eternal torment' club?"
Stefan patted his brother on the shoulder and said:
"It's not torment… it's romantic melancholy."
Damon added with a wink:
"Very poetic. But seriously, man. Bonnie's amazing. And she loves you. She literally brought you back from the dead—again. If that's not marriage material, what is?"
Alexander looked away, his smile fading slightly.
"You sound like some kind of cult."
Damon leaned back, folding his arms across his chest and said:
"No, a cult of happily married vampires… who know you better than you know yourself."
Stefan poured himself a cup of coffee, then asked in a softer tone:
"But really, have you thought about it? Marriage? Bonnie?"
Alexander didn't answer right away. His thoughts drifted to Bonnie's sweet voice, the strength in her gaze, and the way she could ground him with just a second of silence. She was the one thing in his life that ever made him believe in peace.
"I've thought about it…," he said quietly.
Damon raised an eyebrow.
"And what's the verdict?"
"I'm… scared."
Silence fell over the kitchen.
Stefan said, gently:
"That makes sense. You should be scared. But you've faced Judges, demons, curses… even our father. What could be scarier than all that?"
Alexander turned to them, shadows of hesitation and thought in his eyes.
"What if I hurt her? What if all the darkness I buried comes back? Marriage is a promise… and I don't want to break it. Not with her."
Damon stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Then don't. You fight every day to be better. You protect us, you protect her. That's who you are. Don't let fear stop you from being happy."
Alexander looked at his brothers—his family.
And for the first time in a long while, he didn't just see survival… but a future.
"You think she'll say yes?"
Stefan smiled confidently:
"She brought you back from the dead. I think she already did."
Damon laughed:
"That's how we like you, groom-to-be."
Alexander sighed and looked up, but a smile began to creep onto his face despite himself.
"Alright, I'll talk to her. But if this ends in disaster, I'm blaming both of you."
Stefan raised his cup and said:
"We'll take full responsibility."
Damon gave a mock salute:
"To the last single man… who won't be single for long."
And as the morning light poured through the kitchen windows, the three brothers stood together—ready for the next chapter of their lives… and for Alexander, perhaps the most important one of all.
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