Chapter 23

            Damon drove through Mystic Falls, Elena in the passenger seat. After a few days at the hospital, she was discharged. Elena was just looking out the window, her face expressionless. She didn’t move at all during the car ride, her hand resting limply on Damon’s. He squeezed her hand, but she didn’t react.

            Damon couldn’t blame Elena for being so depressed. Her parents were dead. Gone forever. He took a deep breath as they pulled into her vacant driveway. Jeremy was staying at a friend’s house for the night, unable to even be in the house. Elena didn’t really mind where she slept, knowing she’d find comfort in being close to the memory of her parents.

            “You’re home,” he said slowly, carefully. Elena nodded, her eyes still vacant, as she timidly opened the door. Damon was by her side in a second, rushing to her room with his vampire speed. He set Elena down on the bed, and she took a deep breath. It was sort of eerie, the state she was in. Elena was in shock, yet completely aware of her surroundings. She could move and talk if she wanted to, but chose not to. She was completely shutting down. He could tell that within moments her mind would be completely gone.

            “Elena,” Damon breathed. She didn’t even turn her head. The sigh was the last thing he had heard come from her. He wrapped his arms around Elena’s waist. Still no reaction. He kissed her neck, her lips…

            Nothing. She was a hollow shell of what once was Elena. Completely in shock.

            “What’s going on up there?” he asked playfully, knowing he wouldn’t get a reply. Damon knew what was happening. Elena’s mind was somewhere far away, reliving the moment of her parents’ death.

Soon, her lips started moving, first slowly without words coming out, until she whispered, “Jonah’s dead.”

Then she spoke, “Dad’s dead. Mom’s dead.”

And then Elena’s voice reached a crescendo as she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Everyone’s dead! It’s all my fault!”

She continued yelling these things over and over again, until her body joined in. Soon she was thrashing, and Damon had to pin her down to keep her from hurting herself.

“Jonah’s dead! Dad’s dead. Mom’s dead! Everyone’s dead! It’s all my fault!” she continued to shout, the volume decreasing each time. Damon was on top of her, holding her violent arms down. After another minute of fighting, Elena’s arms fell, her chest heaving with labored breaths.

Damon stroked Elena’s wet cheek with the back of his finger. “It’s all my fault,” she muttered again. Damon shook his head, denying the words. He pulled Elena closer to him, her head resting on his chest. He whispered random things into Elena’s hair, telling her how everything was going to be alright someday, how he promised she’d see them again someday. Damon was a little shocked at how mushy he was being, but at the moment he didn’t really care. All that concerned him was Elena’s well being. He’d do anything for her.

            Anything at all.

            After a long while, Elena’s tears stopped. “Damon,” she whispered frantically, grabbing onto his black shirt.

            “Hey,” he whispered, rubbing her hair gently. “You’re okay.”

            She took a few shaky breaths, and whispered, “No, I’m not.” She raised her head and looked at him so desperately. She looked lost, completely, utterly lost. Elena’s chocolaty brown eyes lacked their usual excitement, and it pained Damon to see her like that.

            “Elena, don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. I promise,” he confirmed looking at Elena with the most serious expression he had ever used.

            “You can’t promise!” she snapped, shoulders shaking. Damon grabbed those trembling shoulders, attempting to comfort Elena in her vulnerable state. Within seconds, the tears started up again. Water poured down Elena’s cheeks, an endless waterfall of sorrow and loss. Without knowing what else to do, Damon let his lips meet Elena’s.

            His lips fell upon hers with such force that Elena had to kiss back. It was her first reaction. Damon possessively wrapped his arms around Elena’s waist, her hands going through his hair. But he could tell that her mind was still somewhere else, somewhere it would be for a long time now.

            Someplace that he would never be able to reach.

            Far too quickly, Elena pulled away, still panicked. “No, Damon!” she practically shouted. “No! I can’t act like everything’s okay! It’s not! Everybody’s dead, and it’s all my fault!” Elena lifted her hands to her aching temples, desperate to relieve her pounding headache.

            “It’s not your fault,” Damon started with an exhausted tone.

            “And now, you’re still my secret boyfriend,” Elena continued, too lost in her own rant to even notice that Damon was speaking. “My secret boyfriend with a secret! Great, everyone’s dead and my life is full of secrets! What am I supposed to tell people, Damon? ‘My parents died in a car crash because they had to pick me up when my vampire boyfriend killed his vampire best friend who wanted to turn me and make me his for all of…’”

            Elena didn’t care that she was babbling. She couldn’t help it. Every single thought in her head just escaped her lips, without a filter. She could tell from Damon’s troubled expression that he was worried, yet it still hadn’t completely registered in her mind.

            “You’ll make it through this,” Damon said again, trying to comfort her. She just shook her head at him, picking up a pillow and throwing it at the bed violently.

            “I won’t!” she screamed, crying her eyes out. Damon was by her side in an instant, holding her face. Elena closed her eyes, wanting just to curl up on the floor and… die.

            “Elena…”

            “Damon, go away,” she whispered softly, venom throughout her voice. “Just go. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

            “No,” he said, standing tall. “I’m not going to leave.”

            “Please,” she demanded, wincing. “I don’t want you here. You shouldn’t see me now. It just makes it hurt more.”

            Damon was completely shocked, and just looked at Elena with desperate eyes, but she was stern. He knew what he had to do, to make Elena better. It would be difficult, but he would do it for her. Like he said before…

            He’d do anything for Elena.

            Reluctantly, Damon took the Vervain out of Elena’s back pocket, throwing it out the ground. He took a shaky breath, and looked at her directly in the eyes, pupils dilating.

            “You do not know me,” he said flatly, compelling her. “Damon Salvatore never existed. You are going to forget about me completely, and live on your own, a life free of secrets and lies.”

“I do not know you,” Elena confirmed, lost in his gaze.

“You will remember me when the time is right. I’ll come back for you someday. But until then, your heart is free of me. You won’t miss me, you won’t look for me. You’ll forget about how much we loved each other. Everything will be completely normal for you.”

Elena just nodded, and Damon gave her one final glance before disappearing into the darkness.

“Until we meet again,” he whispered into the loneliness of night, leaving Mystic Falls until it was time to see his Elena again.

But until then, the pain would be unbearable, he knew that. So without a second thought, Damon shut out his humanity as he left the only girl he ever truly loved behind.

The end!! I know it’s a tragic ending but it had to be this way! Please read my other fic forgotten memories if you haven’t. It is a sequel to this fic! Please comment! Thanks!

-Sara

Chapter 22

            “We kissed,” Jonah said, with a wicked smirk. Damon immediately turned his attention back to Elena, whose face turned bright red with rage.

            “You compelled me!” she pointed out, disgusted. Damon’s jaw dropped as he stood up from the bed, enraged.

            “What the hell, Jonah?! I told you to back off!” he snapped, walking up to the red haired vampire, pushing him.

            “Oh, c’mon Elena,” Jonah said, with a newfound wildness in his eyes. “You know you enjoyed kissing me. I bet you’d do it again if you had the chance.”

            “Never!” she said angrily. Damon walked back over to Elena and stood in front of her, guarding her from Jonah. She placed a hand on his shoulder, peering up at Jonah.

            “Why did you do that?” Damon asked, trying to cool down for Elena. When he was mad, she was mad. If he was calm, she was calm.

            Jonah just smirked, looking at Elena with hungry eyes. His next words were directed at Damon, but his eyes never left Elena’s. “You know, Damon, I had a mind lock on her for over two hours. That creates a deep romantic connection between two. All it would take now is a simple blood exchange to make her mine. Wait, let me re-word that. To make her want to be mine.”

            “No!” Elena yelled, digging her nails into Damon’s back. She buried her face in his shoulder, avoiding Jonah’s searing gaze.

            “And if I turn her,” Jonah continued. “She’ll be mine forever. She’ll crave me, need me. I’ll complete her. I’ll be her other half…”

            “Go to hell,” Damon muttered, enraged. He held Elena tighter, and she was fighting back tears. She was terrified at the moment.

            “And I’ll need her the exact same way, body and soul. And she’ll forget all about you, her thoughts full of me. You’ll be at the back of her mind, like a bug on the windshield of her life.”

            “Never!” she shouted, now in despair. She held on to Damon even tighter, probably leaving nail marks in his back. But he didn’t seem to care. He was now beyond angry at Jonah. He was absolutely furious! Threatening his relationship with Elena was a bad move.

            “Really, Dear?” Jonah said, cocking his head. He concentrated on Elena’s mind, knowing they still had a firm connection due to his two hours of compulsion. “Come here, right now.”

            Elena could feel her mind trying to shut itself down due to Jonah sneaking into her head. She slowly removed her nails from Damon’s leather jacket and tried to move away, but he held her close.

            “You’re not going over there,” he demanded, looking at her glassy eyes.

            “Yes, I am,” she said flatly, pushing him to get away.  He just held her closer.

            “Don’t go over there. Elena, he’s in your head right now. He’s going to do something very bad if you walk up to Jonah.” Damon spoke to Elena as if she was a young child, knowing that nothing could get through to her.

            “Jonah,” she repeated, turning her head to look at him. He was leaning against the door handle, laughing at how easy it was to manipulate her. Elena turned her head back to Damon then, giving him a stern look that Jonah couldn’t see.

            “Grab the stake,” she insisted, turning her head to the wood resting on Damon’s dresser. Her voice was so low that even Jonah couldn’t hear. “Follow my lead.”    

            Eventually Elena pushed out of Damon’s grip and ran up to Jonah. He raised an eyebrow and hugged her. She then gave Damon a dirty look, as she kissed Jonah’s neck intimately, causing his face to change. He immediately grabbed Elena’s head and extended his fangs, ready to bite, ready to begin step one of the blood exchange.

            Elena closed her eyes, ready to feel the sudden pain, but it never came. She reluctantly opened her eyes after another long moment, and saw Jonah lying on the ground, with a wooden stake sticking six inches out of his chest.

            Damon was standing by the door with wide eyes, just looking at her. “You got the message,” she said with a faint smile.

            He still looked at her, confused.  “Jonah was compelling you. How did you…”

            She just rolled her eyes, and pulled something out of her pocket. It was a purple flower. Vervain. “My dad snuck this into my pocket before I left the house.”

            She threw the Vervain on the ground and ran up to an awestruck Damon, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Damn,” he said, wrapping his arms around Elena’s waist. “You had me fooled for a second.”

            “Sorry,” Elena whispered, referring to her trickery and mostly Damon’s lifeless friend on the ground.

            “Doesn’t matter,” he shrugged, now looking at Jonah. “He was an ass anyway.”

            She laughed at that, bringing her lips to meet his. “I love you,” Elena whispered, before they began their long, passionate kiss.

            He placed his hand on her hip, the other caressing her side. Elena held Damon’s hair and deepened the kiss. Their lip lock seemed to last an eternity. When Elena finally pulled away, she looked at the clock. 10:45pm. Her eyes widened in shock.

            “I better get home,” she breathed sadly. “And you better get rid of the body.”

            Damon nodded, and picked up Jonah’s still form. “How are you going to get home, Elena?”

            “Uh, I’ll call my parents. I think they’re having a date night at the Grille anyway. They’re probably finishing up right now.”

            He nodded, giving Elena one last kiss on the lips before walking out of his room. “I love you, Elena.”

            “Love you too.”

…

            Elena was riding home with her parents. “You know, Elena, you could have told us that you were going to disappear for hours,” her dad said, annoyed.

            “Whatever,” she mumbled. “Damon is a good guy, Dad. Just give him a chance.” She rolled her eyes in the back seat.

            “Elena, you can be nice,” Mrs. Gilbert said sweetly. “Is everything alright between you and Damon?”

            “Fine,” she muttered, and the ride was filled with silence. Soon, they were driving over Wickery Bridge, and Elena froze in fear at the sight before her.

            “Dad!” she shouted from the backseat. “Deer!” A large deer was running along the bridge, causing him to swerve. The next thing they knew, the car had broken through the guard rail, plunging into the icy water.

            Elena blacked out from the impact.

…

            Elena woke up in the hospital the next morning, a cool hand holding hers. She turned her head to see Damon’s concerned eyes examining her.

            “What happened?” she mumbled, trying to keep her eyes open. It was very difficult due to the morphine in her system.

            Damon just looked at her sadly, bringing his hand up to her face, wiping away the stray strands of hair there. “You were in an accident.”

            She thought hard about this, and then remembered. “There was a deer in the road and… oh my god, Damon! Where are my parents?!”

            Elena tried to sit up, panicked, but Damon gently led her back down. “Shhh,” he said. “You need rest.”

            “Why are you avoiding my question?!” she snapped angrily. “Damon, where are my parents?!”

            He shook his head, not wanting to tell Elena the truth. She had been through far too much to know the truth. “Damon,” she pleaded, worried out of her mind.

            He took a deep breath, and spoke. “They passed away last night.”

            And then, her heart shattered into a million pieces.

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-Sara

Chapter 20

            “Elena, let’s go get the food ready. We’ll let you guys have a little… chat,” Miranda said, heading into the kitchen with Elena following.

            Elena knew what was coming. Questions. And a lot of them.

            “That’s the boy you’re in love with?” her mom whispered, pointing toward the living room.

            “Uh, yeah,” Elena said, nervously brushing her hand through her hair.

            “How old is he?”

            “Uh, not that old…” she trailed off, muttering “Twenty-one,” under her breath. She avoided her mom’s gaze, grabbing a serving spoon.

            “Elena, it’s alright,” she said, her voice soothing. “I know you care about him. It’s just… don’t you think you’re growing up a bit fast. Elena, he’s twenty one. Are you sure he’s in love with you?”

            Elena looked up at her mother, shocked. “Mom, Damon loves me. So much. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep me safe.” Her mom just nodded. Damon was going to have to be very charming in order to get her approval. Elena knew it.

            They walked into the room, and Damon looked tense. Elena gave Damon a confused look, but he shook it off. He was very confused by Grayson, but put on a kind attitude while they led him to the dining room. “You have a lovely home,” he said sweetly, and Elena let out a relieved sigh when her mother smiled approvingly.

            But she could still sense the tension between Damon and her dad.  Probably because of the fact that Damon was older, she thought. But, they both acted as if nothing was up, during dinner, and Damon placed his hand on Elena’s knee while they ate. “See, I told you we could cook,” he said, his forehead against the side of her face. Elena grinned, closing her eyes.

            “Yes,” she breathed.

            “I’m glad to see that Elena’s actually happy with a boy,” Miranda said approvingly. “You guys are so cute!”

            “Mom,” Elena started, then turned to face Damon. “Parents,” she mumbled, knowing he hated being called cute. He just shrugged it off, and then looked back to Grayson, who was trying to be happy for them.

            “Damon,” he said, once he noticed their food was finished. “Would you like to finish our conversation?”

            “Of course, Mr. Gilbert,” he said kindly, standing up.

…

            Once Damon and Grayson were in the family room, they tensed up. “What do you know?” Damon demanded.

            “You’ve been alive since 1864,” he stated, with wide eyes.

            “How do you know all of this?”

            “I am on the secret council, you know? And, let’s not forget that Jonathan Gilbert wrote about you and Katherine in his journals.”

            “I see,” Damon said, feeling somewhat annoyed. His personal life wasn’t as personal as he thought it was. Damn journal.

            “Does Elena know this?” Grayson asked, intimidated by Damon. He was trying not to judge him, but he knew about vampires. They were hateful creatures, and deserved to be hated in return.

            “Of course,” Damon said, nodding his head. This was no longer about just getting Elena’s father’s approval. This was business.

            “You need to leave my daughter alone,” Grayson said sternly. “She may be falling into your little trap, but she deserves to be more than just a blood supply.” Damon’s mouth dropped open. Grayson was so ignorant about this. Who did this man think he was, to tell Damon he was using Elena?

            “I would never use Elena,” Damon told him. “I care about her. I’m never going to hurt her. I swear.”

            “I wish I could believe you,” he began. “But you are soulless. And we both know it, Damon. Now, if you don’t mind, leave my house. And please, do not tell Elena about my knowledge. I will tell her when the time is right.” Grayson pointed to the door, his brows furrowed.

            Damon just rolled his eyes and left. So much for getting Daddy’s approval, he thought.

            (Later that night)

            Jonah was drinking Damon’s whisky when his friend walked through the door. “Why the pout, Bobbyo?” he asked, looking into the bottomless glass.

            “Ugh, her dad hates me,” Damon explained, groaning. He grabbed a random bottle of whisky from the table and took a huge sip. He swallowed and sat on the couch.

            “Life sucks, dude.”

            “Yup,” Damon said, popping the “P”. Jonah just smirked and left house, an idea popping into his head. His next stop?

            Elena’s.

…

            Elena was sitting in her room, listening to music when Jonah knocked on her window. She rolled her eyes and opened the window. “Jonah, what do you want?” she demanded. His eyes hungrily took in the sight before him: gray sweat pants and a short camisole that ended just after her belly button.

            “Please, invite me in,” he said simply. “It’s cold out.”

            “Too bad.”

            “Pleeeease!!!” he said, acting like a little kid. “Please, please, please, pleeeasee!!!”

            “Fine, come in and shut up!” she told him, rolling her eyes. And Jonah slowly entered, looking extremely nervous for no apparent reason.

            “Look, Jonah, I’m not in the best of moods, so please, whatever you want, make it qui-” She was cut off, when Jonah’s lips crashed upon hers. He held her face in place. Elena tried to push away, but he was too strong.

            And after a while, Elena realized she was kissing back.

Chapter 21

            Elena had been kissing Jonah for what seemed like hours. They were now sitting on the edge of her bed. Her hand was at the side of his face, the other tangling with his fiery hair. His arms were just wrapped around her waist and shoulders, holding her in an unbreakable embrace. They were kissing each other hungrily now.

            She didn’t know why or how, but then one word crossed Elena’s mind for the first time in a long time:

            Damon.

            She immediately pushed Jonah away, Damon’s name sending a guilty shock through her body. Now she just felt confused. “Oh my god,” she muttered, and then became angry. “Stay out of my head!”

            Jonah licked his lips, smirking. “What do you mean?”

            “Don’t play dumb!” she snapped, giving Jonah a hard slap across his face. He fell back from the impact. “What the hell is your problem?!”

            He brought his hands up to his jaw for a moment, looking into Elena’s eyes. “Oh, please. You know you enjoyed that, Elena.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, and his expression looked all too much like Damon when he was being sarcastic.

            “You made me enjoy it!” she shouted

“You know you love me,” he said, going in for another kiss. She pushed him away, screaming at the top of her lungs. Within seconds, her father came bursting through the door. Elena immediately let out a sigh of relief.

“Elena, what’s wrong?” he asked, highly confused. She just looked dazed and frazzled. It took her a minute to respond.

“Uh… nothing. We’ll… uh, talk later. Sorry, Dad. I have to go talk to Damon. It’s… ummm… urgent!”

Elena knew her father didn’t approve of Damon for some reason, but she quickly pushed past him and ran outside, feeling the tears fall. How could she do this to Damon, even if she was being compelled?

She dialed her cell phone as she walked outside. She called Damon’s number. He immediately picked up. “Well hello, Princess.”

“Damon, I need to talk with you. I would drive, but I don’t think I’d make it to the boarding house without breaking out into tears again,” she said through her sobs. She ran her hands through her hair, waiting for Damon’s response, when he was suddenly standing in front of her, his face concerned and solemn. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, in a comforting hug.

Elena hugged back and continued crying into Damon’s shoulder. He stroked her hair soothingly, whispering meaningless things into her ear. “Elena,” he said louder now. “What happened?”

She continued sobbing for a while, until mumbling into his shoulder, “Jonah happened.” He immediately pulled away just a bit, to look into her glossy, guilt filled eyes.

“Let’s go to the boarding house, okay? We can talk there.” Elena nodded in agreement as Damon picked her up in his arms and ran to the boarding house using his vampire speed. When they reached his room, Damon set her down. “What happened with Jonah?”

“Well, he showed up at my window,” Elena said, sitting on Damon’s bed. “And he wanted me to invite me in. He kept begging me, and driving me nuts, so I invited him in. And then…”

“We kissed,” a voice said from the doorway. Elena and Damon turned around to see Jonah, staring at them with a huge smirk plastered on his face.

I know, this chapter is a little short! Sorry! Wanted to post SOMETHING! How do you think Damon will react to the news?? Only a few chapters left!

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-Sara

Chapter 18

            (Next night)

“No, there is no way I’d ever adopt a bunny!” Damon said through the phone. He was talking with Elena. They were asking each other stupid questions, just passing the time.

            “I love that mental picture,” she giggled. “Damon Salvatore holding a bunny.”

            “Yeah, never gonna happen,” Damon told her, smirking. “What are you doing?”

            Elena sighed on the phone. “Just sitting in my room. Grounded.”

            “Why?”

            “Hmmm… let’s see,” she said sarcastically. “I was hiding you from them for two months, I snuck out last night. The list goes on and on.”

            Damon laughed. “I’m not a very good influence, am I?” he asked her jokingly.

            “Eh,” she said, thinking it through. “You’re alright.”

            “Hold on,” he said, his tone now full of determination. “I’ll talk to you in one minute, okay?”

            Elena just rolled her eyes. “’Kay.” She hung up the phone, opening her diary.

Dear Diary,

I’m grounded… of course. I can’t leave the house now. My parents found out about Damon… well, I told Mom about Damon. And then, I snuck out to see him. Yup, I’m a total badass now! Haha!

Damon loves me. Last night, he told me that he loves me! Who knew that Damon Salvatore was capable of love?!

And then… there’s Jonah. He compelled me to kiss him! And I was going to do it too, but Damon saved me (Thank god!). I don’t know what I’m going to do about THAT!

…

            Damon headed down the stairs, grabbing his leather jacket. Jonah was there, downing a blood bag.

            “Hey, bud,” he said. “Long time no see. Where were you last night? Locked in your room with our girlfriend?”

            “My girlfriend, Jonah. She hates you,” Damon pointed out angrily. “You know, I used to actually enjoy your company. Now I can’t wait until you leave.”

            “Won’t happen unless you’re girl’s going with me, D,” he replied coyly. Damon rolled his eyes. He hated the way Jonah made him feel. He felt like Stefan! Damn Jonah for making him so damn broody! He had to get out of the house.

            “Whatever,” he mumbled, walking out the door.

…

            Elena was writing in her diary, when suddenly, there was a noise coming from outside her window. She immediately shut her journal and looked at the window. And there Damon was, already standing inside. Elena’s eyes widened in shock. “You can’t be here!” she whispered venomously. “I’m grounded.”

            “So?” he said, smirking. “If I remember correctly, you can’t go out of the house. So I went in.”

            She just rolled her eyes playfully. He rested next to her on the bed, pulling her close. His arms were wrapped around her waist in an unbreakable grip. And then he started tickling her.

            “No!” Elena gasped, trying to wriggle out of his grip. Of course it didn’t work. “Stop!” she tried to get out through her laughter. He just kept tickling her, climbing on top to torture her even more. “You… can’t…. be here!”

            Eventually he stopped tickling Elena and she pushed him away, catching her breath. She sat up after a while and Damon followed. “Want to do something hilarious?” he whispered in her ear after a while.

            Elena turned around, her face full of suspicion. “Depends,” she said. “What is it?”

            Damon pulled out his cell phone, smirking the whole time. “I think we’ve been broody enough for one week.” He was looking through his contacts until he found one that pleased him.

            “What are we doing?” she asked again, nudging him with her elbow.

            “Chatting,” he said simply, raising the phone. The contact that was selected was labeled: “Bunny Eater”.

            “Let me guess,” Elena chuckled. “Your brother?”

            “Yup!” he said, popping the “P”. Elena laughed. He was such a kid. “Just follow my lead, and don’t use your actual voice. He’ll think you’re Katherine.”

            Elena nodded, sadly. Katherine was a touchy subject. The phone began ringing, and soon, someone picked up. “Damon?” The voice was emotionless, but sounded somewhat like Damon.

            “Stef!” he said, with mock excitement. “How’re the bunnies doing?”

            “Why would I tell you?” Stefan asked, annoyed. Elena tried not to laugh from behind. They were so kind to each other.

            “Because my girlfriend wants to know,” Damon explained, raising an eyebrow at Elena. She smiled at him. “Princess, would you come here?”

            “Totally,” she said, trying to sound like a stereotypical valley girl. Damon nodded approvingly.

            “Damon, leave that poor girl alone. She’s a person Damon, not a toy that you can feed off of whenever you want.”

            “Oh, Stefan,” he said, pressing the speaker button. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

            “Yeah, you totally don’t, whatever you’re saying,” she said, smiling at Damon. She had to admit, as mean as this was, it was fun. It got rid of all of the stress.

            “Kitten, do me a favor and go answer the door, and bring the delivery girl with you.” Elena’s jaw dropped. She tried to hold back her laughter.

            “What?!” Stefan asked, appalled. Elena buried her face in her hands. Damon’s brother was too gullible.

            “Yeah, whaaat?” Elena repeated with the dumb voice. And then Damon’s voice became flat, and he pretended to compel her.

            “Go answer the door,” Damon said, his voice flat. Elena tried to stay silent. “I need a snack, and I’m not just talking about the pizza.”

            “I will answer the door,” she replied, trying to act like she was being compelled.

            “Damon! Leave that girl alone!” Stefan shouted. And then Elena lost it. She started laughing uncontrollably.

            Damon just sighed, laughing too. “Oh, Stefan. You’re so gullible. El… Ellen here is fine. Right, princess?”

            “Perfect!” Elena said, changing her voice to normal, except a few tones higher. “No compulsion necessary. Sorry, Stefan! He made me do it!” And Elena started laughing again when Damon tickled her shortly.

            “Damon, just leave her alone.” And then, Stefan hung up. And Damon cracked up.

            “We’re so mean!” Elena said, laughing.

            “Yeah,” he breathed.

            “Why did you want to call your brother? I think we almost gave him a heart attack… I mean, whatever is closest to a heart attack when it comes to being undead…”

            “I don’t know,” Damon replied. “With Jonah here, I’ve been stressed out lately, and making fun of Stefan gets me back in the mood.”

            “The mood?” Elena said mockingly, as Damon pulled her onto his lap. He kissed the side of her neck, slowly moving his way up to the bottom of her jaw, right where the skin was softest. Elena exhaled deeply, running her hand through his hair. The other hand was on his back, pulling him closer.

            And then he froze, his veins visible around his eyes. He could feel his canines now in his mouth. He tried to pull away before he could hurt Elena, but she only held him closer.

            “No,” she whispered into his hair.

            “I can’t,” he said, struggling with the decision. “I can’t hurt you.”

            “You won’t,” she whispered, her voice full of a gentleness that Damon couldn’t fight. So, very slowly, he bit into her neck.

Chapter 19

            Elena exhaled sharply at the sudden pain, but it quickly faded to pleasure. Her hands brushed through Damon’s hair, while he just held her waist, trying to pull her closer. The pleasurable shockwaves were coursing through her veins, all radiating from where his lips were placed on her neck. His fangs were no longer in her throat, but his mouth was still against the wound. Each moment, her thoughts became incoherent, hazy. Only one word spun through her mind:

            Damon.

            She couldn’t even think about anything else if she tried. Damon, Damon, Damon!

            Eventually, he pulled his lip away from her neck, but she drew him closer again. Damon chuckled, and Elena could feel his cool breath on her throat. It sent chills down her spine. “Elena,” he started. “I suggest that we stop now, unless you want me to drain you dry.”

            She had to pause for a moment. Being drained by Damon sounded like a good way to go…

            Damon laughed. “Well, I’m not going to,” he told her, smirking. She nodded as Damon sat them both back up.

            “Okay,” she said, coming back into reality. She brought a hand up to the wound, now feeling a slight twinge of pain. “This hurt like hell the last time you did it.”

            “Well,” he started, placing a hand on her shoulder, looking at her still bleeding neck. He bit his wrist quickly, bringing it up to her face. It took her a moment to respond, by placing her lips over his wound. “This time you were willing.”

            And then they both felt it. Their minds, merging into one, like two drops of water. Elena’s grip tightened around his wrist, until she let go of him. “Blood exchange,” she said simply, still feeling Damon’s mind within her own.

            She could practically feel his approval before he even opened his mouth. “Exactly.”

            It was exhilarating to feel this close to Damon. And he felt the same way. Damon instantly grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her breathless.

            Elena lifted her hands to Damon’s face. His hand slowly trailed down her arm, and the kiss deepened.

            “You should meet my family,” she whispered suddenly against his lips.

…

(3 days later)

            Elena was free. She was no longer grounded. And Damon was meeting her parents tonight. She grabbed her hairbrush and combed out her brown locks. She applied a little bit of make up before coming down the stairs. Her mom and dad were not home yet.

            Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Elena ran her fingers through her hair once more before opening it. And there Damon stood, with his black jeans and leather jacket. “Ugh,” he groaned, walking in. “Jonah’s such a pain!”

            “Why?” she asked, as Damon wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck.

            “He’s just… obsessed,” he whispered, bringing his lips up to the portal of her ear. “With you.”

            “But you’ll keep me safe,” she confirmed, closing her eyes in pleasure. She lifted her hand to hold the side of Damon’s face, her temple resting against his cheek.

            “Of course. Now, what do I have to do to get on your parents’ good side, kitten?”

            She smiled and turned around to face him. “Try not to be all that cocky. And just… be yourself, except not as…”

            “Amazing?” he suggested, smirking. Elena shook her head, grinning.

            “Yeah, yeah.”

            “Okay,” Damon sighed. “Well, I have a perfect idea.”

…

            Miranda and Grayson Gilbert walked into their home, expecting to see Elena waiting to nag them about meeting her boyfriend. But she wasn’t there. But there was a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. Miranda looked at her husband wonderingly.

            Suddenly, Elena came out of the kitchen, laughing. Her black skinny jeans were covered with flour. It looked as if she had been throwing it all over the place. She grinned at her parents, as an attractive man walked up behind her. He had a towel resting over his shoulder, and his tight black t-shirt was also covered with flour.

            “Mom, Dad,” she said confidently, her gesture pointing to the man. “This is my boyfriend, Damon.”

            He smiled at them kindly, outstretching his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Dr. Gilbert, Mrs. Gilbert.”

            Boyfriend? Elena’s mom thought as she accepted his hand. He looked at least four years older than her daughter. She would talk with Elena later.

            Grayson, on the other hand, just shook Damon’s hand with a firm grip, when he noticed the ring resting on Damon’s finger. Grayson looked at him with some sort of strange recognition, but shook it off.

            “We tried to cook for you,” Damon started, when Elena began laughing.

            “And failed miserably!” she added, looking at him with eyes full of admiration. He had the same look in his eyes. It was obvious that they were head over heels for each other.

            “Well,” Miranda began. “Elena, let’s go get the food ready. We’ll let you guys have a… chat.”

            Elena nodded, and walked out, giving Damon an expression that said, Good luck. He nodded back unsurely. Was Damon Salvatore actually getting nervous?

            “So, Damon,” Grayson said, sitting on the couch. “Where are you staying?”

            “I live with my uncle, Zach, in the Salvatore Boarding house,” he replied simply, keeping a straight gaze with the father of the woman he loved.

            “You’re a Salvatore?” he asked, that look of recognition covering his face again. Damon nodded, biting his lip. Wait. Damon Salvatore did not bite his lip. Ever. What was she doing to him? He thought, with a smile.

            “How old are you?” Grayson asked, eyeing him intently.

            “Twenty-one.”

            “No,” he corrected him, with a cold expression. “How old are you really?!”

            What was Damon supposed to think about this? A concerned father, a crazy man? Or was he something different entirely? Did he know more than he was letting on?

            Just then, Elena and her mom walked in, leading them to the dining table. Damon was still baffled about what Grayson had said.

            Damon was sure about one thing. Elena’s dad knew something.

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Chapter 17

            Elena rushed home, her hands running through her hair. She felt bad about the way she walked out on Damon. He didn’t deserve that. She knew it.

            But, was this the life she wanted? She didn’t want to be at risk of being compelled by anyone again. That was for sure. But she couldn’t just let Damon go.

            And now, so many secrets were piling up. Damon’s secret, and Damon in general. She felt terrible keeping this from her parents. They deserved to know. Just then, as if she were reading Elena’s thoughts, her mom knocked on the door.

            “Elena, are you alright?” she asked, walking in the room. “You look upset.”

            “Mom,” Elena sighed. “I’m so confused.” She rested her face in her hands, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Mrs. Gilbert sat next to Elena on her bed.

            “What’s wrong?” she said, wrapping her arms around her daughter’s shoulders, comforting her.

            “Mom, do you remember when I got all dressed up, and you thought I was going out with a boy?” she suggested. Her mom nodded, concerned. “I was. Well, technically I am. I really care about him, Mom. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and Dad, but I didn’t think you would approve of him.”

            “Elena, look at me,” she demanded. Elena raised her head. “It’s alright. You’re a teenager. Things like these are going to happen, dear.” Her mom brushed a stray hair away from Elena’s face. “Now, what is his name?”

            “Damon,” Elena said, remembering how excited she was when she first said it. The way his name rolled effortlessly off her tongue… was frightening.

            Of course Elena’s mom was a little upset with her, but right now, she only wanted to make Elena feel better. “How long have you been seeing this Damon?”

            Elena took a deep breath and bit her lip. “A while,” was all she said. Her mom looked at her with curious eyes.

            “How long is a while, Elena?”

            “Two months.”

            Mrs. Gilbert paused. Two months. That was a long time to keep a secret like this. “Elena, why did you keep it from us?” she asked.

            Elena shook her head. “Because, I knew you would react this way!” she snapped. “You’re disappointed in me.”

            She weakly smiled. “Sweetie, I will never be disappointed in you. Look, we’ll talk about this later, but right now I just want to know what’s upsetting you.”

            Elena shrugged. “Elena, I know you. And this isn’t all that’s bothering you.”

            “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me!” she confessed. “Damon may be… wise… but he’s like a twelve year old on the inside.” She internally chuckled. Damon would be having a heart attack if she said that to his face. “And… he makes me happy. Really happy.”

            “Well, what’s the problem?” her mother asked.

            “His friend has a… crush on me. It’s just a lot of drama. And Damon, well, he’s sort of… I don’t know. He’s… different than all of the other guys I dated. I guess you could say I’m not used to it,” she attempted to explain, referring to Damon being a vampire.

            Her mom just nodded, not wanting to push the subject. “And, it scares me, Mom. It scares me to know that he’s so protective of me. I’m scared that one day, I’m going to wake up and it will all be a dream, or he’s changed his mind about me. I don’t want my heart to break, and I know him. He’s done it plenty of times. He knows me better than any of my friends, and when I talk to him, my heart stops beating. But, I don’t know. And then with his friend…”

            Mrs. Gilbert placed her hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Do you love him?” she asked, interrupting Elena. She had a blank expression. “Elena, answer me. Do you love him?!”

            “Yes,” Elena said, almost immediately. “I love him so much. More than I could have ever loved Matt.”

            Her mom sighed. “Look, Elena. I’m not the happiest about this whole thing, knowing you’re in love with a boy I didn’t even know about, but you obviously care about him. Don’t let Damon’s friend get in between you.”

            “I know,” she breathed. “Thank you, mom.”

            “You’re welcome, sweetie.”

            Elena smiled at her mom. She was the best.

            Elena slowly let her head rest on the pillow, until her eyes closed.

            Elena was walking in the woods, her feet bare. Her hair was hanging on her shoulders, blowing freely in the wind. She shivered at the cold weather. Her green sundress was not warm enough.

            Just then, two arms wrapped themselves around her waist from behind. Elena gasped immediately, turning around to meet Damon’s bright blue eyes.

            “Gotcha,” he whispered in her ear, stroking Elena’s hair, tucking it behind her ears. She closed her eyes in pleasure.

            Elena turned around to face him, and he started outlining her lower lip with his finger. “What are you doing here?” he asked, brows furrowed.

            “Sometimes I write in my journal here,” she told him, looking around at all of the trees. She was momentarily mesmerized by the forest, when Damon suddenly pulled her closer. “A better question is: Why are you here?”

            He only smirked at her. “Well, I can’t get my food at the grocery store, now can I?”

            She smiled at him, and they continued on with their pleasant conversation. After a few more moments of useless small talk, they were kissing, locked in a tight embrace. When Elena pulled away, she was out of breath.

            Her mind was growing hazier every second. She had to make this quick. “I love you,” she panted, her hands against his chest.

            Damon pulled her closer, and began whispering in Elena’s ear. But she couldn’t hear it.

…

            Elena opened her eyes slowly. She remembered the dream perfectly, and knew what she had to do. She looked at the clock: 12:30 pm. Damon would still be awake. And she needed to talk to him.

            She grabbed the car keys, and drove to the boarding house. Jonah was sitting in front of the television, holding a glass of Damon’s scotch.

            “Elena,” he slurred. “I knew you’d come back for me.”

            She rolled her eyes. “Stay away from me, Jonah.” Elena walked up the stairs, ignoring his remarks. She did not want to talk to Jonah right now.

            Damon was sitting in his room, reading some nameless book. His eyes immediately moved to the doorway, where Elena was standing, just looking at him with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.

            “Elena,” he whispered, placing the book on the nightstand.

            She smiled at him sheepishly and walked in, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Hello,” she said. “I’m sorry for walking out today.”

            He only shook his head. “No… It’s alright. It’s tough to learn about this. And Jonah compelled you… it’s overwhelming.”

            “Very,” she said. “But I’m here, apologizing.”

            Damon grabbed her by the arm, and held her against his chest. “Don’t apologize,” he demanded. “It’s alright, okay?”

            “Yes,” she agreed, her mind still overworking. “Look, Damon. The mind control- did you ever use it on me?”

            “No,” he replied. “I never did. That’s a first for me.”

            Elena chuckled at this. “Sounds like you’ve changed a lot in the past two months.”

            “Yeah,” he agreed, placing his lips on her forehead. “I have.”

            “Why?” she asked.

            Damon took a deep breath. After a few long moments, Elena figured he wasn’t going to reply. Eventually, he did. “I think... I’m in love with you.”

            Elena froze. Did he just say what she thought she just heard? Damon loved her. Wait! She turned around to face Damon, smirking. “You think?!”

            He smirked back. “No… I’m in love with you. No ifs, ands, or buts, Miss Gilbert!” he said sternly, causing her to laugh.

            And then her face hardened. She wanted to feel comfort in his words, but something was still nagging at her mind. “Is it possible? For vampires to feel love?”

            “Obviously,” Damon said, kissing her cheek. Elena grinned at this. Damon was telling the truth; she could just tell. She didn’t know how; she just did. “Vampires can shut off their humanity, including feelings of love, like a switch. But, somehow, you managed to flip the switch inside of me, Elena, without even trying.”

            “Well, Damon Salvatore, ‘I think I’m in love with you’ too,” Elena told him, doing a very bad impression of Damon. “I love you.”

            He just smiled at her, and it was a real smile, not a smirk. That smile was something he only had reserved for Elena, and she was happy.

            Damon held Elena closer to him, but then she froze. She turned her head to look at him, a smug grin on her face. “Wait!” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Please don’t turn into your broody brother! I need at least a little bit of sarcasm with my Damon!”

            He just nodded. “Now, what am I? A meal at a diner?! ‘Yes, sir. I’d like to get the Damon with a little bit of sarcasm on the side.’””

            Elena smirked at him. “Just like that.”

            “I love you, Elena” he said randomly, liking the way it sounded.

            “Yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. “I know.” And then she paused. “Oh no! I’m turning into you!”

            Damon chuckled as he kissed Elena passionately. And their lips didn’t part once that night.

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Chapter 15

        “I still can’t believe you went all the way to the lodge to see me,” Elena said, Damon’s arms wrapped tightly around her. She was back home now, after a few days apart from him.

            “I know. I’m that amazing,” he mumbled in Elena’s hair, slowly bringing his lips to the back of her neck.

            She sighed in pleasure. “I’ve missed you so much. I always hated those family hiking trips, and knowing I could have spent all that time with you made it even worse.”

            “I missed you, Elena,” he whispered, enjoying the feel of her neck against his lips, her blood rushing through those veins…

            The temptation was driving him mad! Why didn’t he just bite her already? She was just a girl.

            Damon snapped at that thought. Elena was not just a girl, she was his girl. And he wanted to keep her safe, but this was the worst his bloodlust had been, and he couldn’t remove his lips from her throat. That scared him, how little control he had over the moment.

            He continued to kiss the back of Elena’s neck, when he suddenly felt that throat turn, two hands holding his face, trying to pry it away from her neck. He was now kissing the side. Elena giggled, but was still confused how tense he was. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Damon didn’t reply. Elena was puzzled, so she decided to get Damon’s attention by lifting his face.

            She lifted his head, placing a kiss on those lips, trying to bring him out of whatever trance he was in. But Damon was too far gone in bloodlust. He wanted to get close to Elena’s blood. He needed it. And without thinking, Damon extended his fangs, sinking them into Elena’s neck.

            It was the best blood Damon had ever tasted. It reminded him of Elena herself: sweet and highly addicting. He barely even heard her scream. Elena began thrashing in his arms, but he used his vampire strength to hold her arms at her side. Slowly, she began weakening, and stopped fighting, and Damon’s thirst was being quenched.

            And then he heard the painful whimper escape her lips.

            He immediately let go of Elena, and she stared at him, frightened. She flung herself backwards, hitting the wall of the tree house. “Please, no!” she kept shouting through her tears. She kept backing up to the wall, although she was going nowhere.

            “Elena,” he said softly, ashamed. How could do this to her? “Elena, I’m so sorry!” He slowly approached her, bringing her into his arms, cradling her. She froze, horrified, and looked into his eyes, desperate eyes that said, ‘Please don’t hurt me’. That killed him inside.

            After a long while of silence, Elena said, “What are you?” her voice was full of awe, and shock- lots of shock.

            “Elena, I’m so sorry,” he said, a little shocked himself.

            Elena’s anger flared back up. He was avoiding her question! “What are you?!” she demanded. She squirmed out of his arms, hitting the back of the wall again, looking at him with those big, scared eyes.

            Damon took a deep breath. There was no time to avoid the question, no excuse. “I’m a vampire.” He looked her directly in the eyes; blue on brown. He was serious, and needed for Elena to believe him. He didn’t know what he would do if Elena rejected him now…

            She didn’t say anything. She only looked at him with a look mixed with awe, denial, and fear.

            “I didn’t want this to happen,” Damon told her when he realized Elena was not going to say anything. She only nodded, and continued to be silent, every single thought possible running through her head.

            Is he going to kill me?

            My neck hurts!

            Oh my god! I kissed a vampire.

            Why is he looking at me?

            Did anyone hear me scream?

            Finally, after long minutes, Elena spoke. “It must be hard, to be so alone.”

            “Yes,” Damon confirmed solemnly. “Yes it is.”

            She gasped, still too many thoughts spinning in her head. “I don’t know what to say.” Elena was staring at the floor, avoiding Damon’s piercing gaze. And then his eyes flickered to her neck that was still bleeding. Without any question, he took off his shirt, gently throwing it on her lap. Elena lifted it timidly and held it to her neck.

            “Why don’t I just tell you about myself?” he suggested after a long pause, raising an eyebrow. “There’s a lot you don’t know, Elena.”

            She meekly nodded, still not looking at him. Damon was so hurt by Elena’s body language but spoke coolly. “I became a vampire in 1864.”

            Elena’s jaw dropped, now looking into his eyes. Good, he thought. Eye contact. Now we’re getting somewhere.

            “Katherine turned me.”

            Elena immediately looked shocked. “Uh,” she started, blinking rapidly. She was at risk of passing out. Information overload, Damon guessed. “Start from the beginning, please.”

             “My brother, Stefan, and I were best friends. But then one day, Katherine came to Mystic Falls. We both fell in love with her. And she had us both.”

            Elena nodded, telling him to continue. Damon followed her orders.

***

            It had been hours since Damon started explaining himself to Elena and they were still talking. “So, Stefan forced you to turn?” she asked him. Elena had warmed up to him after a while. The shock was wearing off, and she was slowly inching towards him.

            “Yup, and 144 years later, he’s chomping on Bambi,” he told her with a halfhearted chuckle. “I’m glad Stef turned me though.”

            “Why?” Elena asked, moving closer to Damon again.

            “If I decided to die, I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”

            Elena looked at him with those big, doe eyes. “Do you want to be here right now?”

            Damon looked taken off guard. “Of course!” he said moving closer to Elena, holding her shoulders, making her face him. “The only reason I’m still here, in Mystic Falls, is because of you. I hate this place, and I hate Zach. Jonah’s just… annoying. But you, you light up my day. And I totally suck at these pep talks –no pun intended- so I just want to say it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so lonely for these past three days. And Elena, I’ve been pretty lonely in the past 150 years. But those three days, those were the worst.”

            Elena smiled at Damon, pulling his face toward hers for a kiss. She needed to feel his lips against hers.

            The spark was still there. She still felt it. And it was better, because Damon wasn’t holding back now. He wasn’t going to hold back now. Elena wouldn’t want that. And he had to admit, it was so much better, knowing he didn’t have to hide anything now.

            Eventually Elena pulled away, and smiled at him. “It seems like you’re turning into the humane brother you always hated,” she said. “I mean, seriously. Would you believe it if someone told you fifty years ago, that you would be running to a lodge two hours away just to see your girlfriend?”

            “No way!” he exclaimed. “But, trust me. You have not met St. Stefan. If you think I can be broody, wait till you see the man who has the words, ‘boring’ written on his forehead, in those little lines that it makes when you brood too hard…”

            Elena laughed again, as Damon wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re babbling,” she said, resting her head on his bare shoulder.

            “Yeah, I noticed,” he said sarcastically, but there was no bitterness in his voice. Only sweetness that made Elena shudder. She felt safe in his arms.

            At that moment she was positive.

            He wasn’t going to hurt her. Not now, not ever.

Chapter 16

            The past few days were full of explanations and stories for Damon and Elena. Now, she was sitting on the boarding hose sofa, with Jonah by her side.

            “The Steelers are so going to win,” she said, absorbed in the television.

            “Nah, the Giants have this one,” he said indifferently, also watching the game. Just then, Damon walked in, a glass of blood in his hand. “Okay dude,” Jonah said to Damon, still not looking away from the TV. “You have the coolest girlfriend ever. She knows her football!”

            “Yes,” Damon started, walking over to them. He placed his glass on the table, and pulled Elena onto his lap, her head resting on his chest. “Elena’s the coolest.”

            Elena chuckled, when she looked at the glass full of blood, then at Damon. “It’s gonna take a while to get used to that,” she sighed, pointing to the glass.

            Damon just smirked at her. “You’re doing fine, kitten.”

            Jonah rolled his eyes. “Kitten? Seriously, man? There’s a reason vampires aren’t made for dating.”

            Elena only shook her head, and turned her attention back to the game. After a few moments, the Steelers got a touchdown. “YES!” Elena shouted. Damon looked at her, an amused expression covering his face.

            “You’re the cheerleader,” Damon told her, tightening his grip on the hug he had on her from behind. “Cheer,” he demanded seductively. Elena just rolled her eyes, and turned her head around to face him.

            “I don’t think so,” she whispered, inches away from his face.

            “I’m not kissing you until you cheer for us,” Damon negotiated, raising an eyebrow.

            “Yeah?” Elena asked, bringing her face closer. Damon could feel her every breath on his skin now. “How long can that last?”

            “You do realize I’ve gone 145 years without having a lasting relationship?” he said, doing his infamous eye thing.

            She rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. But it was a playful kind of annoyed. She reluctantly sat up, stretching her arms. Jonah suddenly seemed very absorbed in Elena, and not the game.

            Elena rolled her eyes one more time, before starting. “Victory, Victory! It’s our cry! V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!” She finished by doing a split.

            Damon sighed. “That was so cheap,” he said, as Elena sat back on the couch.

            “It’s all you’re getting,” she replied cockily, grabbing the back of Damon’s head, pulling him closer to her. “Now, we had a deal.”

            Damon laughed and let his lips meet Elena’s. It was great to kiss her now. He wasn’t hiding anything. He pulled her even closer, his hand caressing her back. Elena put her arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. Eventually, Jonah had had enough.

            “Not in front of me, please!” he insisted. Getting Elena was hard enough without Damon in the way. “Damon, shouldn’t you go put your cup of blood away or something?”

            “Yeah, probably,” he agreed, still not releasing his hold on Elena. She giggled automatically, and Damon reluctantly got up. So, Elena sat on the couch normally again, and concentrated on the football game.

            Suddenly, Jonah was beside her. “What?” she asked, smiling. Her eyes were still glued to the television, but his hands grabbed the side of her face, bringing it towards his. He was sick of playing these friendly games.

            His hazel eyes locked on hers, the pupils dilating. “You are going to kiss me, right now,” he commanded, finally snapping.

            Elena’s face was flat, along with her tone of voice. “I am going to kiss you,” she repeated, lost in his trance. Jonah smirked as Elena leaned closer to him. The split second his top lip touched her bottom lip, he was thrown across the room.

            Damon threw Jonah on the floor, punching his face. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jonah asked, desperately trying to fight back. He was older than Damon, but his friend was angry at the moment, beyond angry.

            “What’s wrong with me?!” Damon repeated, disgusted. “You’re the one compelling Elena!”

            Elena had to blink a few times, before coming back to reality. What had just happened? The last thing she remembered was Damon leaving the room.

            And then she heard him shouting. “You’re the one compelling Elena!”

            Compulsion? As in… mind control? “What?” she asked, breaking her long silence. “Who compelled me?”

            “Jonah!” Damon yelled, throwing him on the floor one more time. And then he ran up to Elena, holding her face with his hand. “Are you okay?”

            “Yeah,” she told him, biting her lip. “I’m fine.”

            “Sorry,” Jonah said, getting off of the floor. “I kinda snap sometimes…”

            Elena meekly nodded, and grabbed her purse, heading for the door. Snapping was a huge understatement.  “Elena…,” Damon said, reaching for her.

            She only shook her head, walking closer to the door. “Cups of blood, fighting, mind control?! I’m sorry Damon, there’s only so much I can take in one day,” she cried, speed walking out the door.

            Damon let her go, only hoping she’d come back.

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Chapter 14

        Four days.

            It had been exactly four days since Elena left for her family hiking trip, and Damon felt alone. Extremely and utterly alone. It was strange, how much he depended on her for the past few weeks.

            “You know, I fed off of a girl today,” Jonah told Damon, sitting on the leather couch. He was staying at the boarding house now. “She looked a lot like Elena… Wish it was her. Well, ya know, bffl, in the words of my idol, Katy Perry, ‘Comparisons are easily done, once you’ve had taste perfection.’ Kinda ironic how she says ‘taste’, isn’t it?”

            Damon rolled his eyes. He was getting sick of Jonah’s obsession. He raised a suspicious eyebrow at his friend. “Are you saying that you fed off of Elena?” he asked.

            “Nah,” Jonah sighed. “You know me, dude. I’m harmless.”

            “No, you’re the opposite. What was up with the whole, ‘Hey Elena, did you know your boyfriend really doesn’t give a damn about you and he’s just using you as a replacement for his ex’ act? Yeah, Jonah. Totally not harmful at all, right?” Damon said bitterly.

            “Dude, how many times can I apologize for that?” Jonah said, annoyed.

            “It doesn’t matter, because you’ll be all over Elena once she’s back.”

            Jonah quirked his lips in a smirk, raising his eyebrow. “You know me so well.”

            “I know, dude,” Damon imitated, smiling. And then his phone vibrated.

            He flipped open his phone, and there it was in big letters:

            You have:

            1 text

            From: Elena

            He immediately accepted, reading her text, smiling like a fool.

            Hey D :) It’s rely boring here. I miss u!!!! Watcha doin???

            It didn’t even take him two seconds to reply.

            Same old. Yelling at Jonah… I’m bored too. Why are u bored?

            Bcuz Ur not here! :’(  she wrote back. Damon laughed.

            Where r u? he asked, absorbed in their chat, ignoring Jonah’s curious glares.

            Willow Lodge. Like 2 hrs away from MF.

            Oh, can’t wait to see you soon. Bye, princess.

            Elena replied quickly. Ugh, y princess? Maybe I should call you ‘fluffy’ since princess sounds like a cat’s name. Maybe yours should b 2 :)

            Damon chuckled at Elena’s comment. She was so cute!

            LOL. I think if you start calling me Fluffy my head will explode, he wrote back, now taking a seat on the couch. Jonah was reading their conversation over Damon’s shoulder.

            Ugh, gtg. Dinner. Bye, Fluffy!

            Damon rolled his eyes playfully. See u in 3 days.

            He shut his phone, still smiling. “Was that our girlfriend?” Jonah asked.

            Damon grunted. “Yes, Jonah. That was my girlfriend.”

***

            Elena returned to their suite after dinner with her family. She was happy to know that she had at least texted Damon, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

            “Elena, Jeremy, come here,” her parents commanded, standing in their room.

            Elena walked into the room, Jeremy following. “Yeah?” he said with a bored expression.

            “Your father and I are going on a date later this evening by the lake. But we didn’t want you guys to be here without anything to do…” Elena and Jeremy’s mom said.

            “Mom, we’ll be fine,” Elena commented, shrugging.

            “I know, but there’s a teen party going on in the lodge. I thought you guys might enjoy that.”

            “Sure,” Jeremy sighed.

            “Why not?” Elena asked, smiling at her brother. He smiled back.

            “Okay then, I guess it’s settled,” their dad said, buttoning up his Armani shirt. “And Elena, can you at least try not to flirt with the boys?” he whined.

            Elena only laughed. She would never do that to Damon. End of story. “You don’t have to worry, Dad.”

            “But if he seems like a nice boy, talk to him,” her mom encouraged. “Maybe you could use a boyfriend after the whole Matt thing. But please, save your father a heart attack and don’t bring him back to Mystic Falls with you!”

            “Awkward…” Jeremy said, causing them all to laugh.

            “Whatever,” Elena rolled her eyes. “I’ll go to the party with Jeremy. You guys enjoy the lake.” She smiled at them.

            “Alright. Love you,” Grayson said, walking out the door.

            After putting on a little bit of makeup and a black and white dress from Forever 21, Elena walked out of the suite with Jeremy by her side.

            “You look snazzy,” she told him, giggling. “Hoping to meet a few ladies?”

            He just groaned. “Shut up,” he said jokingly.

            Elena rolled her eyes as they walked to the lodge. Elena didn’t know what to think of the party. It looked like a bar mitzvah for sixteen year olds, with dimmed lights, disco balls, and DJ’s. There was even a bar there, serving sodas and Shirley temples.

            “Great,” she muttered sarcastically under her breath. She looked over to Jeremy, but he was already gone, walking towards a group of girls.

            Elena exhaled deeply as she grabbed a coke from the bar. She sat on a white couch, examining the party.

            Suddenly her phone started vibrating. She had received a text from a blocked number.

            Hello Elena.

            Who is this? She wrote back.

            I am in the parking lot, the text said. Elena looked confused, as she waited for more texts, and they came quickly.

            I am in the lobby.

            Her heart skipped a beat, with something like fear, but that wasn’t what she was feeling. It was more like curiosity. So, without replying, Elena kept reading the incoming texts.

            I am in the elevator.

            I am on the fourth floor. Elena gasped. That’s where she was! How did this person know her location?

            I am walking into the party.

            I see you.

            Look for me.

            Elena looked around for someone with a phone, but didn’t see anything. She couldn’t even see the doorway due to the tons of people.

            Who am I looking for? Elena asked, running her fingers through her hair.

            The extremely sexy guy wearing a leather jacket ;)

            Elena took a deep breath. It couldn’t be, could it?

            Damon!

            There he stood, looking at her with those breathtaking blue eyes. Elena’s jaw practically hit the floor as she ran up to him. “Oh my God!” she shouted, burying her head in his shoulder. “I thought you were some creep-o!”

            “Close,” he said, laughing.

            “Why are you here?!” she squealed, looking up into his face, his absolutely perfect face.

            “Because I missed you,” he said. “I couldn’t wait three more days to see you.”

            “This may be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me!” she gasped. “Thank you!”

            Damon held her face. “Don’t mention it, Princess.” And then their quick kiss turned into a longer kiss, full of white-hot passion. After pulling away, Elena’s head was reeling as Damon held her face close.

            “I can’t stay,” he whispered against her lips. “When Jonah finds out I’m missing, he’ll freak and look for me.”

            “Okay, okay,” she breathed. “But we have some time, right?”

            “Right.”

            Elena smiled at him. And so, they spent the next few hours cuddling on the couch, pigging out on sodas, and kissing.

            “I still can’t believe you did this for me,” she said after a long, comfortable silence. “You’re the best.”

            “I know,” Damon said cockily, taking a sip of her coke. Elena just grinned and rested her head on his chest, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

           I know, this chapter is just a bunch of fluff! Oh well, tell me what you think!! Please comment!!! Thanks! In the next chapter, Elena's back in Mystic Falls, and a lot of drama is going to unfold!!

Chapter 13

        Damon woke up the next morning, Elena still happily asleep in his arms. His face was buried in the back of her neck, inhaling her amazing scent. Oh, how he wanted to sink his fangs into that neck…

            Damon immediately jerked away, turning his head to the ceiling. And now, the bloodlust was even worse than their first date, because now, he was thirsty.

            It took all of his will power not to bite her right then. It was driving him mad. She was just teasing him with her perfect, sweet smell. He didn’t want to ruin the moment and leave. He felt so comfortable holding her, like she fit into his arms perfectly.

            Damon didn’t know how much control he had at the moment, but he had enough not to hurt Elena. He wanted to protect her from his world.

            So, Damon did not feed from Elena. He simply held her, becoming mesmerized by her sleeping face.

            Elena ran through the woods, not sure of her destination, but she kept running, Jonah’s words spinning through her head.

            “Identical.”

            “Rebound.”

            “Replacement.”

            She kept running now, desperately. Finally, she ran out of breath, only to see Damon in the clearing with… her? Well, it looked like Elena, that was for sure.

            And Damon was kissing that girl, holding her and slow dancing, and whispering everything into her ear.

            “Damon!” Elena shouted, running towards the couple. “What are you doing with… her?!”

            He looked up at Elena, and froze. He looked completely stricken. “Katherine?” he asked, holding her face.

            “What are you talking about? I’m not Katherine,” she pleaded. “Who is that?!”

            “That’s Elena,” Damon said simply. “You are Katherine.”

            “No!” Elena shouted desperately, looking at the other girl.

            When the girl spoke, she sounded exactly like Elena. “He can’t tell the difference between us.”

Elena sat up, gasping for air, looking around her desperately. She was still shaken up from the dream.

Elena jumped instinctively when she felt two arms wrap themselves around her shoulders. “Shhh. Don’t worry. It was just a dream,” Damon whispered in her ear.

She softened at his words, but then stiffened. “Who am I to you?” she asked, her mind reeling. Elena knew they had just talked about this, but she still felt shaken up.

“Elena,” he sighed, stroking her hair. “You know the answer to that.”

“I know, but…” she tried to find the right words. “You lost her. I’m sure it must be pretty traumatic for you.”

“It was… But Katherine is gone, Elena. It’s been years since I’ve seen her. I don’t have any desire to see Katherine now.”

            Elena looked up at his face. “What was she like?”

            “Who, Katherine?” Damon asked, although he knew that was who Elena was asking about. “She was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. But Katherine was also possessive and rude at times. She was dating my brother while I was. We shared her. And it tore us apart.”

            “So, Katherine ruined your relationship with your brother?”

            “Yes, she did. And right now I am holding you. You! You are sweet, and the exact opposite of Katherine. You surprise me every day. And I like that.”

            “You have to promise me, Damon Salvatore,” Elena told him, looking into those intimidating blue eyes. “Look into my eyes, and promise that I’m not a Katherine replacement. Promise me that, and I will believe you with all of my heart.”

            Without any hesitation whatsoever, Damon replied, looking back into her chocolate eyes. “I promise.”

            She nodded at him. She could tell that he was being honest; there was no sarcasm in his face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, bringing her face closer to his, and then started giggling. “But if you don’t mind, I’m getting a little tired of this broody Damon business.”

He laughed too. “You have not seen broody, Princess, until you meet my brother.”

“Can’t wait,” Elena commented sarcastically, bringing her lips to his. There was so much wrongness between them lately, and for some reason, this made everything alright. He wrapped his arms around Elena’s shoulders. She tangled her fingers in Damon’s hair, pulling him closer.

“I’m going to miss this,” she whispered against his lips. And then he pulled away, baffled by her words.

“Why?” Damon asked, mystified. Was she leaving?

“My family’s taking our yearly hiking trip,” Elena explained, her eyes sad. “I’ll try to text you as much as I can.”

Damon pouted, and then grunted, holding her close. “Don’t leave me here with Jonah!” he joked. 

“I’m sorry,” Elena said. “It’s going to be hell without you.”

“I know,” he said cockily. She laughed at Damon’s comment. “When are you leaving?”

“This afternoon. I’ll be back before you can even miss me!”

“Alright,” he sighed. Why was Damon getting so upset? He was so confused. Vampires do not feel this way about humans. It wasn’t natural.

He gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you in a week?”

“Okay, Elena. I’ll miss you.”

And Damon was telling the complete truth. He had no idea how incomplete he would feel without her for the next week.

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Chapter 12

            “What do you think of him?” Caroline asked, pointing to a guy. She was sitting with Elena and Bonnie at the local mall’s food court.

            Bonnie made a disgusted noise. “He’s cute, but he’s ordering a Big Mac and large fries. Plus a soda!”

            Elena understood where this was going. “Car, that guy looks more interested in his burger than us,” she said, taking another bite of salad.

            “Ugh, you’re right. Hey, speaking of guys, whatever happened with that guy you flirted with in Mystic Grill?” Bonnie asked Elena, suddenly intrigued in their conversation.

            And then Elena remembered the girls hadn’t actually seen Damon’s face, so she could cover things up. As much as she wanted to tell her friends, Elena knew that the whole school would be the next to know, including Jeremy, who would most definitely tell her parents. And there was also a jealous, protective, part of Elena that didn’t want anyone to know about Damon. He was her little secret. That made their relationship exciting. The need to be alone. Away from everyone else, in their own separate world.

            It had been a week since her first date with him, and they had spent every possible moment together. They would picnic in the meadow, slow dance to David Archuleta, and kiss. A lot. In public, Damon was sarcastic, and a bad boy. But Elena could see past that, and he wasn’t like that with her. He was a hopeless romantic.

Elena knew it. …

            “Elena?” Caroline asked suspiciously, noticing her friend’s dreamy, far away gaze.

            “Oh yeah!” she said, slightly frazzled. “Um… he left for…. Uh, college.”

            “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Caroline said, pouting. “Bonnie said he had a hot back.”

            Elena giggled a little, while Bonnie looked embarrassed. “His back was hot.”

            Then they all broke out into laughter. The girls talked until they all decided to say goodbye around four in the afternoon.

            “I’m gonna hang around for a while,” Elena said while her friends started standing up. “I forgot to get Jeremy something for his birthday.”

            Caroline and Bonnie nodded, and after saying their goodbyes, left. Elena got up and headed for the stores, clueless about what to get her brother.

            After wandering around store to store, Elena was absolutely clueless. She had no idea what a guy would want for his birthday.

            Suddenly, when she was about to give up, Elena noticed a bright red head walking toward her.

            “Jonah!” she shouted desperately. He smiled at her, his face friendly.

            “’Sup E?” he asked.

            “I need your help!”

            Jonah looked very interested. He was liking the sound of this. “What’s the problemo, amigo?”

            She chuckled nonchalantly. “My brother’s birthday is coming up… I have absolutely no idea what to get him… can you help?”

            “Totally. Have you checked out Abercrombie?”

            Elena looked at him, confused. “Why would Jeremy want something from Abercrombie?”

            Jonah just grabbed her wrist and led her into the beach themed store. They walked to a table, displaying designer perfumes and colognes.

            Jonah gave Elena a smirk and lifted up a bottle of store brand cologne. “You know how whenever you get a shirt from this place it smells… great?”

            “Yes…” Elena said, not following.

            “They spray this stuff in the morning. Girls love the smell. So when a guy wears it, he’s a major chick magnet. See look.”

            Jonah sprayed the cologne on his neck, and was surprised when Elena leaned forward to inhale the scent without using any compulsion.

            “Mmmmm,” she said closing her eyes. Now Jonah was using compulsion just to keep her there.

            Elena realized that there was something different about this smell, because Jonah himself smelled… in a weird way, good. Not nearly as amazing as Damon smelled, but still… amazing.

            She was taken out of Jonah’s trance by the sound of a phone ringing.

            “Hello?” she said, turning around.

            “Guess who?” the other person asked on the phone, causing Elena to smile.

            “What are you doing, Damon?” she asked softly, still smiling like an idiot.

            “Nothing… what are you doing, princess?” Elena laughed at Damon’s pet name for her.

            “I’m just at the mall. Jonah’s helping me pick out a gift for my brother,” she said simply, giving Jonah a look that said, thanks again. He nodded in return, giving her a smirk.

            And then Elena realized that Damon still hadn’t replied. After a few more seconds, Damon’s began speaking, his voice rigid. “Jonah’s with you?”

            “Yeah, he knows a lot about Abercrombie,” she joked, leaning against a shelf. Jonah laughed, agreeing with what she was saying. “Hey, Damon, do you want to meet us here. I miss you.” Her face was pouty, and she knew Damon could tell what her face looked like by the tones of her voice.

            “I miss you too,” he chuckled, still not used to the whole “couple” dynamic, and very annoyed with Jonah. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

            “M’ kay,” she drawled.

            “Mmmmhmmm, bye now!” he said sweetly before hanging up.

            “So, I guess we’ll get the cologne for Jeremy,” Elena said to Jonah, changing the subject.

            “Sure,” he said.

            After checking out at Abercrombie, they were sitting on a bench, eating a soft pretzel. “I guess this counts as my dinner,” she joked, ripping off a peace and handing it to Jonah. He accepted it and took a bite.

            “Hey… Can we talk about something? Friend to friend?” he asked, suddenly becoming serious.

            Elena noticed the concern on his face. “Yeah, sure. What’s wrong?”

            Jonah sighed. “It’s about Damon.”

            “Oh,” she said simply. “What about him?”

            “You really like him, don’t you?”

            “Yes, I do.” She smiled and took a sip of lemonade. She really, really liked Damon.

            “Did he tell you about… Katherine?” Jonah asked nervously, or at least he pretended to be nervous.

            “Yes. He said that I looked like her,” she sighed. “But that’s not why he cares about me.”

            “Do you know how much you look like her?” She just came up blank. “Elena, it’s identical.”

            She gasped. “Well, he dumped her, didn’t he?”

            “No. She went missing a few years ago. Poor guy never got over it from what I’ve heard. He never stopped looking.”

            Elena opened her mouth, quickly covering it with her hand. “Oh my God… do you think I’m just some replacement?”

            “I don’t know,” Jonah told her, his face sincere. “But even if you’re not, I don’t think this will last, considering he’s on the rebound still, and is quite a heartbreaker.”

            She didn’t say anything but bury her face in her knees.

            “I’m sorry I had to tell you this. I think you should know before he hurts you. Damon’s my friend; I care about him. But I don’t want you to be left heartbroken, you know?”

            She just nodded. “So, Damon’s like this with every girl? It’s not just me?”

            “He’s with a new girl every time I see him.”

            Elena just closed her eyes, ashamed. How had she fallen for this game? She was nothing but a toy to Damon, a replacement of the girl he still loved.

            Just when tears were threatening to fall, Damon walked up to them, grinning. “Hello, Jonah,” he said, trying to be friendly.

            Then Damon noticed Elena’s sad expression. “Princess, what’s wrong?”

            She looked at Damon, extremely hurt. That look would haunt him forever. “I’m just feeling a little sick. I should be getting home. Thank you for helping with the gift, Jonah.”

            Elena immediately stood up, walking away swiftly. Damon’s hand brushed against her arm for a moment, but she never turned around.

            He looked over to Jonah, who was smirking wickedly.

            “What did you say to her?” Damon asked.

            “Everything to get her to come running into my arms,” he replied, an evil, sinister expression covering his face.

            Damon knew Jonah was up to no good, so he did the only thing he could think of. He rushed out of the mall doors, determined to fix everything with the only girl that mattered.

***

            Elena walked inside her house, to find it empty. Jeremy was out with friends and her parents were on a date.

            She was glad to be alone.

            Elena ran up to her room and locked the door. She sat on her bed, and her eyes were watering. She had only spent a few weeks with Damon, but it was all for one reason, one reason that made her stomach twist:

            Katherine.

            After long minutes full of self hatred and sadness, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She didn’t know who it was, and she didn’t care.

            “Go away,” she demanded, expecting that it was Jeremy or one of her parents.

            The voice that answered shocked Elena. “No.” It was Damon’s voice.

            She walked up to the door slowly, and opened it. “You shouldn’t just walk into people’s houses, you know.”

            “Please tell me what’s bothering you, Princess.”

            Elena laughed halfheartedly. “How many girls have you called ‘princess’ in your life, Damon?”

            “One,” he answered honestly. “Is that what this is all about? My past relationships?”

            Elena exhaled deeply, and decided just to get to the point. “You told me I looked like Katherine. You didn’t say I was her twin! I don’t want to be your sick replacement of her. I am not Katherine.”

            “I know.”

            “And worst of all, I’m also your rebound girl?!” Damon looked at her, concern covering his face. “Well, I’m sick of this. Jonah told me Katherine was missing. So, stop wasting your time with me and go look for her if you love her so much!”

            “I know where she is,” he said simply. “And I don’t care. I want to be with you.”

            “I don’t understand why you’re using me like this! Please, just go. I don’t think you know where she is, and that’s why you’re playing your little mind games on me… because she’s out of reach and I’m right here.”

            “Yes,” Damon confirmed. “You are right here. Katherine was the past. You are the present. And I want to be with you!”

            “When you look at me, who do you see?”

            Damon didn’t hesitate to answer. “You are Elena Gilbert. A beautiful girl, inside and out, something Katherine never was. You are caring and sweet, and you have the most amazing brown eyes I’ve ever looked at. And I don’t want to lose you.”

            Elena was a bit taken back from this. “But, even you told me the resemblance was why you met me…”

            He placed a finger on her lips. “It was. But like I said in the clearing, I got to know you, and I realized how special you are. And I hate myself for doing this to you.”

            And there was something that sparked in those fathomless blue eyes, something that told Elena he was telling the truth. And when he reached out to hold her, she didn’t reject him. She cuddled into his arms instinctively.

            “I’m sorry this happened,” he whispered in her hair. “Jonah knows nothing.”

            Elena nodded at him, and he slowly led her to her bed. She crawled into the covers immediately, but she just couldn’t take away this moment with Damon. There would always be that fear of waking up to find out everything was a dream, that eternal fear that he would run off, searching for Katherine.

            But somehow, she knew he wouldn’t. Damon knew it too.

            He started to walk away from Elena once he thought she was asleep, but she grabbed at his arm, pulling her over to him.

            Damon followed her orders.

            He crawled into the bed, wrapping his arms around Elena, until her breathing slowed and she was resting.

            So, Damon fell asleep, holding Elena Gilbert in his arms for the first time.

            But still, he had that pain inside, that pain of knowing what he was and how much he didn’t want to hurt her...

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Chapter 10

            Jonah sat with Elena and Damon . He was directly across from her, and his friend was very tense.

            "So, Elena. What do you do in your free time?" Jonah asked, intrigued by her. She was so beautiful, and he was amazed how calm she was, considering how stressed out Damon was.

            "I don't really have a lot of free time," she explained honestly. "If I'm not cheerleading or at school, I'm here."

            Damon looked impressed. "You're a cheerleader?" He turned his head to face Elena, and she did the same.

            "Yup," she giggled, bringing her face closer to Damon's, by holding the bottom of his chin. Their eyes locked for a moment, and they didn't even look at Jonah when he started talking.

            "That's really cool," Jonah said, trying to get Elena's attention. She didn't look up. He was beginning to get jealous. He was going to have Elena by the end of the week.

            He promised himself this. And Jonah always kept his promises...

            "Yeah, it is," Damon whispered, his forehead against hers. Their noses were barely touching.

            Jonah grunted, annoyed. "I'd love to watch you sometime," he added in a final attempt. Nope. Elena was too far gone. If only Jonah could have that effect on her...

            "Mmmhmm," Damon said, chuckling. Elena laughed too.

            God! New couples are so annoying! Jonah thought bitterly with a roll of his eyes. He would have to wait a little while until Elena could actually come to her senses and see past Damon.

            "Whatever," Jonah mumbled, standing up. "I'll leave you two alone.

            He didn't wait for a response. He just walked away. He didn't want to see Elena cuddling with his only friend.

            Thanks to his vampire hearing, Jonah could hear Damon whisper to Elena, "Now where were we?"

            And then Jonah could see from the corner of his eye that they were kissing. Perfect.

            Oh, well. He still couldn't wait to see Damon's face when he stole his girl... again. It would be priceless.

***

            "Okay, I'll pick you up at six. Wear something nice," Damon instructed on the phone. He was talking with Elena about their date.

            "Where are you taking me?" she asked, laughing on the other end.

            "Well, Miss Curiosity, if I told you it wouldn't ne a surprise, now would it?"

            "Whatever. I'll see you at seven." Damon smirked, but it slowly faded into a look of confusion when the realization hit him of what he was doing.

            He was actually going on a date. With a human girl, who thought he was human too.

            Wow, he thought with a smirk. I'm starting to act all dopey like that Cullen dude.

            He froze suddenly when his cell phone started ringing.

            Damon didn't recognize the caller ID, but he answered anyway. "Helloooo?"

            "Damon?" The voice on the other end was hoarse, but familiar.

            "Stefan?!" Of all people. Damon was not expecting his brother to call.

            "Uh, sorry. I accidentally called the wrong contact..." Stefan mumbled, obviously feeling  awkward.

            "That's it? No 'how are you, Damon?' or 'Nice to talk to you, Damon'?" Damon grinned when he heard Stefan sigh on the other end.

            "I'm not playing these games, Damon. I really don't care about which girl you're feeding off of at the moment."

            "As a matter of fact, little brother, I'm getting ready for a date."

            "You expect me to believe you're dating someone? Yeah, sure..."

            Damon rolled his eyes. Oh, Stefan. Always the pessimist. "Think what you want. Now, as peachy as this conversation has been--" Damon didn't even bother finishing the sentence before hanging up on broody Stefan.

            He had a date to get ready for!

            Elena was applying lip gloss when she rushed down the stairs. Her mom and dad were in the living room.

            "You look pretty," her dad said, standing up. He  stood up, and with a twirl of his hand, motioned for Elena to spin around, so she did.

            "You do look cute, El," her mom said from the couch.

            "Got a date, E?" her dad asked, smiling.

            "I'm just going out with a friend," she stated simply.

            "Is this friend a boy?" her mom asked slyly.

            Elena rolled her eyes, and then the doorbell rang. "I'll talk to you guys later! Love you!" she shouted as she ran outside to greet Damon with a kiss after she shut the door.

            "Are you ready to go on our first official date?" Damon asked her. When Elena nodded, he led her to his car.

                Chapter 11

            Elena was sitting in the passenger seat of Damon's red Camaro.  They had been driving for about forty-five minutes, talking. Now, the air was filled with a comfortable silence as her hand rested gently in his. Elena inhaled the night air, along with Damon's own intoxicating scent, deepening her relaxed stat. Her eyelids were feeling heavy...

            "Don't fall asleep on me!" Damon joked, turning his head to look at her. "We're almost there."

            She immediately raised her head. "We are?" And then Elena noticed a sign on the deserted highway.

            It said, "Washington DC: 16 miles".  And Damon got off at that exit.

            "We're going to DC?" she asked, thrilled.

            Damon turned his head and gave Elena a smug grin. "The one and only."

            Washington DC was the closest city to Mystic Falls; Elena had been there tons of times, but there was something exciting about being there with Damon.

            "What are we gonna do there?!" she asked with wide eyes. He laughed at her excitement.

            Damon, after taking a deep breath, turned on the stereo. And then he grabbed Elena's hand to the controls.

            "Go to CD four," he instructed. Elena followed his orders, somewhat amused, somewhat baffled. When she pressed the "play" button, she waited a few anxious moments, until the song intro began.

            It was the song, "Good Life" by OneRepublic.

            "Oh my god!" she said, impressed. "How'd you know OneRepublic was my favorite band?!"

            Damon wiggled his eyebrows at Elena, causing her to smile at him. "You told me at the grille a few weeks ago."

            Elena raised her eyebrows at him, amazed. "You pay attention," she noted. "Wait... what does OneRep.... hold on a second! You are not taking me to where I think you're taking me!

            "I thought you'd enjoy seeing them live," Damon said coolly, enjoying Elena's reaction. She looked highly impressed, and amazed.

            "That is so sweet!" she exclaimed. "But really, you don't have to..."

            "Our first date should be one we remember for a while, don't you think?" Damon suggested, but Elena still looked guilty, so Damon tried to excite her. "It's at an exclusive location. It's not a concert in a stadium. They're playing in a five star..."

            "How much did you pay for this?" she interrupted, while Damon pulled into the parking lot, stopping a few hundred feet before the valet.

            He held Elena's face between his hands. "Money's not an object, Elena." But that guilty look on her face would not go away. So, he decided to remove her expression with a kiss.

            Damon leaned in to her, and Elena immediately let her lips fall upon his. And there it was again: that undeniable spark when their lips touched. The feeling reminded Elena of when she was in Middle School, and shocked her fingers when touching her locker. Except this shock was so much sweeter.

            Without realizing she had done anything, Elena was sitting on his lap, her arms around Damon's neck while his fingers were tangled in her hair.

            Elena had to pull away for breath, and Damon softly began to speak. "The concert's starting soon."

            And then Elena finally came back to reality. "Right," she whispered, smiling shyly. Damon smirked too.

            After handing the valet his keys, Damon walked into the restaurant, his arm around Elena's waist. They were  immediately greeted by a hostess, with light brown, straight hair. "Hello. Welcome to Mira Brownson's, 'Eternity'. Do you have any reservations?"

            "Check under Salvatore," Damon replied, never taking his eyes off of Elena, who was looking around the place in wonder. He could hear her heart beating quickly, her sweet blood pulsating throughout her...

            Without noticing he had moved at all, Damon's nose was against Elena's jaw, inhaling her sweet, addictive scent.

            Damon snapped out of his trance once Elena's hand held the side of his face, as if she could somehow feel his need for her, and was enjoying it. But he knew that Elena didn't understand any of it.  That was one thing she would never be able to know.

            But, Oh, He wanted her blood so badly...

            Once they reached the table, Damon was fine. He didn't know why he wanted Elena's blood so badly; he had just fed recently, but there was something alluring about Elena's scent in particular that Damon was attracted to.

            Her pulse was now normal, Damon under control, smiling at Elena with those stunning blue eyes.

            "I can't believe we're here!" she said, still examining the dimly lit place. They were sitting close to a small dance floor, made out of the finest hardwood, the walls burgundy. They were also very close to the stage. Only about ten other couples were in the room. "I've heard this is the best restaurant in DC."

            "It is," Damon confirmed, flirting with his eyes, which Elena got lost in. Damon was lost in her eyes too. They stayed like that until the waitress came to take their orders.

            Shortly after Damon and Elena's meals arrived, the band shuffled onto the stage. Elena gasped. She was in utter shock. She was so close to OneRepublic!

            "You're the best," Elena told Damon, her eyes wide. Damon chuckled. She was completely star struck.

            "I know," Damon laughed. Elena didn't take her eyes from the lead singer as he began talking.

            "Thank you all for coming out tonight," he said. "We're gonna start off with my favorite song from our album, Waking Up. Please enjoy the show, and feel free to use the dance floor."

            Elena exhaled deeply as they started playing. She immediately starting laughing as soon as she heard the intro. "This song is called 'Everybody Loves Me'. This should be your theme song."

            Damon just looked at her, with a sinister look on his face. "Is that a compliment, or are you calling me stuck up, Elena Gilbert?"

            "Both," she chuckled. "Just listen to the lyrics."

            Damon followed her instructions.

            "Oh my.

            Feels just like I don't try.

            Looks so good that I might die.

            All I know is everybody loves me"

            Damon nodded in approval. "This song does suit me well," and then he did that "eye thing" that Elena loved so much.

            After the couple finished desert, the band started playing a decent slow song. It was called "Dreaming Out Loud".  And when Damon asked Elena to dance, she had never said yes so quickly in her life.

            They walked up to the hardwood dance floor, Elena wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer and placed his hands on her waist.

            Elena rested her forehead against Damon's, her eyes closing in pure pleasure. Soon, more couples showed up, dancing, but as far as Damon and Elena were concerned, they were the only two people on the planet.

            She ran her hands through Damon's soft hair, and he just brought his lips to her cheek, slowly inching his way back to her lips.

            Elena shuddered for a moment and then she brought her hands to the side of his face, all of the impurities of the world slowly melting away to one simple, pleasant thought:

            Damon.

            And then they pulled away, and continued to slow dance all night. It didn't matter what the tempo of the song was. They didn't stop dancing together until the show was over.

            Three words echoed in Elena's mind as Damon drove her home:

            Best. Date. Ever.

Please Give me your feedback! What did you think of this chapter? Mostly a filler, but I think it was time to introduce Damon's bloodlust, don't you think? And of course, Damon and Elena's chemistry is still growing! Please comment!
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