Damon and Elena: Five Years

Summary: (Sequel to Damon and Elena: Forgotten Memories) It's been five years since Damon and Elena defeated Klaus, and Stefan left Mystic Falls. Elena's life has been absolutely wonderful with Damon, but everything changes drastically when Stefan returns. Meanwhile, Elena is learning that she is more special than she could have ever dreamed of, after meeting with a woman named Yasmine, who vows to protect and help Elena with her newfound abilities.

But is Yasmine worthy of Elena's trust?

Prologue:

(From where we left off in Forgotten Memories)

Elena Gilbert was still sitting with Damon in Stefan's old room, his arms locked tightly around her.

It had been a few hours since Stefan had left them here. He told her that he needed time alone, to figure out what to do about his addiction to human blood. Elena didn't care anymore about what Stefan had said to her. She just wanted to stay with Damon like this, forever.

Elena drowsily turned around to look at Damon, who was still stroking her hair. She needed to see his face to know she wasn't in a dream. She still couldn't believe she had someone as perfect as Damon holding her. But there he was, looking at her with those big, blue eyes that always made her forget what she was thinking.

She took a quick look at the clock: 11:45 pm. Her eyes grew wide with shock. "We've been sitting here for over two hours?"

Elena could feel Damon nod behind her, as he put his lips at the top of her forehead. "Guess so," he muttered.

"I have to get home," she stated, looking into Damon's fathomless eyes. "Jenna's going to kill me if I break curfew."

Damon looked upset, but hid it with his usual smirk. "You're the only teenager I've met who actually cares about breaking curfew."

Then Elena's face turned serious, and very sad as she said, "I have to tell Jenna about Jeremy."

Damon nodded. "You're right."

Elena decided to brighten the mood by giving him her fake smile, the one that always made him laugh. The first time they were a couple, Damon told her she looked like an awkward little kid on picture day.

Damon grinned at her. "Alright," he sighed, placing both of his hands on the side of her face. "Good night, Elena."

"Night," she said, before kissing him. It was a long, passionate yet gentle, kiss. She loved Damon's kisses. Stefan's were nothing compared to his.

Elena pulled away far too early, and just looked into Damon's eyes. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure," he said, giving her one more peck on the lips. Elena then stood up, but as soon as she did, she felt a bit lightheaded. She was losing her balance.

Within seconds, Damon's arm was around her waist. Elena looked confused. "Don't worry," he assured her. "It's just Klaus's blood in your system. You'll be fine by tomorrow."

When Damon let go, Elena walked to her car, with renewed energy. She waved at him as she drove off.

Elena drove halfway home feeling fine, when suddenly, she felt another wave of lightheadedness. She reached for her head, and lost control of the wheel, the car swerving off of the road. She tried to put her hands back on the steering wheel, but she didn't have the strength. When the car broke through the guard rail, it flipped over, causing Elena to smash her head into the windshield. Then all was still.

And Elena felt nothing but a never ending blackness.

...

Elena woke up in the boarding house. She looked outside; the sun was shining bright, but the curtains were closed. And everything hurt, especially her teeth. Everything bothered her eyes, yet her vision was absolutely flawless. And she was hungry for something, but she didn't know what.

"Hey," a voice whispered in her ear. She turned around to look at Damon's solemn face.

"Damon," she said. "What happened?"

He looked down at her face, his expression flat. "You died."

Chapter 1

(5 years later)

Elena woke up, Damon's arms wrapped securely around her. She turned around to look at his gorgeous face. He was always so beautiful when he was asleep. Damon looked vulnerable, nothing hiding on his face. She always joked with Damon, that when he smiled in his dreams, he smiled in his sleep.

Elena lifted her hand and began outlining the side of Damon's face. She started by outlining the curve of his eyebrow, until she reached the top of his lip. When she did, she felt a nip at her fingers. Damon had bitten her!

"Instincts," he muttered, half asleep.

"Good morning, Damon," she whispered, running her hands through his disheveled hair.

"Mrnn," he mumbled, closing his eyes again.

"Sorry I woke you," she said, although she knew Damon did not hear it. He was resting soundlessly again. She kissed his forehead before walking down to the kitchen. Elena was hungry.

Elena took slow steps down the stairs, examining their modern home. They had purchased it a few months ago, but she was still trying to figure out her way around the large place. She had to admit; it was fun living in California. After all, they couldn't stay in Mystic Falls forever.

Once Elena reached the kitchen, she opened the fridge, grabbing the first blood bag in sight. She extended her fangs, letting out a big sigh before ripping the bag open, draining it completely dry.

"Taking a break from the bunnies today?" Elena heard behind her. She turned around to face Damon, who was smirking wildly. She rolled her eyes at him.

"You know my diet isn't strictly animal blood, Damon," she pointed out, but couldn't help smiling at him.

"I'm glad to see you're actually awake," she giggled, putting the empty bag away.

Damon flashed her his usual cocky smile. "Even I need my beauty sleep," he said.

"You sound like a pageant girl," she noted, walking up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a long, passionate kiss. She felt Damon's fingers go through her hair, and she shuddered. He chuckled against her lips in pure pleasure. Only he could make her tremble like that.

After a while, they both pulled away, staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours. "Do you know what day it is?" he asked her, Elena feeling Damon's breath on her lips.

She groaned. "Yes. It's been five years since I became a vampire," she sighed.

"No," Damon corrected. "It's been five years since the beginning of forever."

Elena nodded, leaning in to kiss him one more time. "That, too," she said, grinning.

…

Stefan watched as the golden sun fell into the horizon. He always enjoyed watching the sunset on the beaches of Jamaica. They relaxed his every nerve, and somehow, made him forget about the never ending bloodlust he faced every day.

Soon, the moon was shining over his head. It was time to hunt. Stefan stepped off of the shore, heading for the closest hotel in sight. It wasn't too hard to find one; the city he was in was a major tourist trap.

Stefan walked through the entrance of the grand hotel, ignoring the worker's "Welcome to The May Point Hotel". He made his way to the pool, facing multiple beautiful girls who were sitting alone, relaxing on the hotel's cheap poolside chairs.

He made his way to the most beautiful girl, with long brown hair and brown eyes. He walked up to her, and as soon as he sat on the edge of her chair he could hear the girl's heart beating out of her chest. He smirked as he grabbed her shaking hand.

"Hello," he said to her, kissing her hand. "What's your name?"

"Lauren," she replied, lost in his teal eyes.

Within moments, Stefan had taken the girl around a corner, into an alley between the buildings. He looked deep into her big eyes, and said, "You will not remember what happened to you tonight. You were resting at the pool. That's all you remember."

"That's all I remember," the girl repeated.

The dazed girl leaned in to kiss Stefan, but he went straight to her neck, biting it, drawing blood. He enjoyed drinking from this girl. She reminded him of Elena, his old girlfriend. This girl had the same hair, but her eyes were different, and her face wasn't as beautiful. But he enjoyed taking blood from a girl that reminded him of Elena.

Stefan pulled away from the girl, putting his hand over the wound. "You will go back to your room now," he commanded, compelling her. She followed his instructions, and disappeared.

Stefan backed up to the hard wall of the hotel. He let his head hit the wall, too. That girl had really gotten to him for a reason. She was a lot like Elena, his sweet, sweet Elena. He thought about his old love occasionally, and now was his time to do it again.

He wondered what Elena would think of his new lifestyle. He had changed a lot in the past five years. He wasn't the same person at all. The human blood had altered his personality completely, and he knew it. Stefan didn't care. He didn't care about anything as long as he could have the blood. Elena was the one and only exception.

He always thought about her. He hadn't seen her for five years. She would be twenty two now, probably engaged to some human. He guessed that she wasn't with Damon anymore. His brother was too much of a jerk to keep that girl.

Stefan was going to come back for Elena. That, he was certain of.

Chapter 2

"Stop it!" Elena squealed. They were sitting on their white leather couch, Damon tickling her. "Stop it, Damon! I mean it," she managed to get out through her laughter.

"Why?" he said slyly, moving his hands to her waist, pushing his fingers right where her body curved. She screamed joyfully at the tickling pain.

After a while, Damon had to pause for a moment, Elena using his weakness to her advantage. "Alright, you're asking for it," she said, pinning him to the couch. Damon chuckled, then gave her his usual smirk when she extended her fangs.

Damon tried to break free of her grip, but her hands were not going to move from his wrists. How strange. He was older than her, he should have been stronger. But Damon shook off the thought. Elena was his other half, so it would make sense that they were equally strong.

"Go ahead, bite, my little demon," he said, challenging her. Then Elena moved her face closer to his, grinning wildly. The dark veins around her eyes had disappeared, and her eye color turned back to the chocolaty brown that he loved.

"I don't need to," she whispered, giggling. "Because you stopped."

Elena then let go of Damon's arms, sitting up, bringing him with her. Damon laughed. "You're a manipulative little thing," he joked, grinning. "I like it when you drink human blood… you're… feisty."

Elena snickered for a moment, rolling her eyes. She felt Damon wrap his arms around her waist. She cuddled into his shoulder instinctively. "Well excuse me for wanting to keep some humanity by feeding on an animal occasionally." Elena's feeding habit was simple: half animal blood, half human blood, from a bag, of course. She alternated daily, and Damon always bothered her, joking that she was more fun on the days she fed off human blood.

"You have the strangest view of life," Damon told her. "Why kill a squirrel when you can simply take blood from a blood bank, without killing anyone?" And that was his diet nowadays: blood bags. Fresh blood was rare for him to feed off of. He had to admit, Elena was rubbing off on him. She had convinced him to stop killing people.

Elena rolled her eyes, turning her head to face him. "It's so obvious that you haven't been a human for almost two hundred years."

"Two hundred?" he chuckled. "Man, I'm getting old. Wait, that's not possible…"

Elena laughed, lifting her hand up to the side of Damon's face. She ran her finger along the side of his face, marveling his perfect features, the features that hadn't changed since 1864. Damon did the same, holding her face, the face beautiful that would forever stay seventeen.

Suddenly, the couple was taken out of their pleasant moment by a ring of the doorbell.

Elena stood up, and opened the door, Damon behind her. When she looked at the person standing there, it was a girl, no older than nineteen, looking at them with a strange shock and recognition.

"Damon Salvatore?" she questioned, eyeing him intently with her large, hazel orbs.

"Yes…" he said, confused. He wasn't the only one.

The girl grew more awestruck when her eyes fell upon Elena. "Then you must be…"

"Elena Gilbert," she replied with a grin.

"I'm sorry. We're not really interested in buying anything," Damon interjected from behind. Elena nodded in agreement, beginning to turn around.

"Wait," the girl said, pushing her straight black hair behind her ears. "I'm a vampire. My name is Yasmine.

Damon and Elena exchanged concerned glances. "Then why should we trust you?" Damon asked, standing in front of Elena. He wasn't taking any risks with Yasmine. There was something strange about her.

"Because I've been told to send you a message," she replied.

"From who?" Elena asked, rubbing Damon's shoulder, causing them to become less tense for a moment.

"Klaus."

Elena and Damon froze.

"Klaus is dead," Damon pointed out angrily.

"I know that. I wasn't actually sent by Klaus, but it's my duty to tell you this," Yasmine replied, then shifting her gaze to Elena. "You were the last vampire he turned, right?"

Elena exchanged glances with Damon, before facing the peculiar girl once again. "Yes, I suppose I was," she confirmed. Elena hadn't really thought about that.

Yasmine nodded, as if Elena's words had answered her every question. "You were the last vampire created by the original. Do you know what this means?"

"No…" Elena and Damon both said at the same time.

Yasmine looked at both of them, and after taking a deep breath, said, "You need to come outside. I have a lot to explain."

Hmmm… what do you think? Please comment/review! Who is Yasmine? What does she want? What is Elena? Sorry for the cliffhanger!