A/N: This is the first story I've written in a while. It's a little Delena ONE-SHOT that popped onto my head. Though it could become a multi-chapter story. That will depend on the feedback I get. Anyway, English is not my first language and I don't have a beta reader, though I read it many times excuse any mistakes. The title is form the song Melancholy by Iced Earth. I hope you like it. Please review!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. This was writter for entertainment purposes.

Elena's P.O.V.

"Dear Diary,

I'm in a motel room somewhere in south Iowa. Don't know exactly where we are. I haven't written anything in weeks, being to occupied with the sacrifice and everything, But now I kinda felt a need to write. Stefan is not with me, as he gave himself over to Klaus in return for a cure to Damon's werewolf bite. He sacrificed everything to save his brother. I know he feels really guilty for being the one to make Damon turn in 1864. Finding Stefan is the reason we set out for this quest. Damon didn't really want me with him, but I insisted so much I think he didn't really have a choice but take me with him.

Anyway, me and Damon have been looking for Stefan for almost two months now. Thank God we have Bonnie and her tracking spells. She always seems to be able to know about Stefan and Klaus's whereabouts. They move fast and it's almost impossible for us to catch up with them. I think I'm the reason we always seem to keep a distance from them. Damon would easily be able to get to them. But he never complains about anything. He may actually want me here.

Everything we've learned about Stefan and Klaus is associated with destruction. Mysterious deaths and people missing are only some of the things they do. Klaus has turned Stefan into a killer, a predator with no remorse on killing people whatsoever.

Damon believes Klaus is building an army of wolf/ vamp hybrids or something and he's using Stefan to train and keep them contained. I don't want that to be true, but Damon is wrong on very rare occasions and this does not seem to be one of them.

Anyway, I'm lying on my motel room bed thinking about all these things. I can't sleep. I haven't been able to have a good night's sleep in a while. My mind is full of images of a Stefan killing and feeding on people without any shame or regret. That is NOT the Stefan I know.

To be honest, that's not all I'm thinking about. There is another thought torturing my mind. One I actually feel guilty about. Why? Cause I'm thinking about the man sleeping in the very next room. I'm thinking about him in a way his missing brother's girlfriend totally shouldn't. My biggest mistake ever was falling for him. But I couldn't help it.

It was not like that with Stefan. Stefan and I liked each other since day one. We became a couple quickly and everyone could see that we were meant to be. With Damon it was different. At first, I only saw the part of him that he wanted me to see. That awful monster that had no respect for human life at all. But as the time went by I got to know him better, we actually became friends. But only when he let me see himself, I realized how beautiful he really is inside. I liked him for all he is. I had come to fall in love with him, but I kept denying it for so long, cause I think I was afraid to take that risk. I wanted to feel safe.

But now it is too late. Stefan is with Klaus and I don't even know where I and Damon stand. Not after that night.

It was by far the best night of my whole life. Damon thinks I was too drunk to remember anything but the truth is, I could never forget the feeling of our bodies touching, his hot breath on my neck, him trailing kisses all the way from my stomach to my neck and finally colliding his lips with mine. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I don't regret giving into him. I actually am happy I did. Though I do know it was wrong. However, the way we fit together caught me off guard. It was like our bodies were created to be together.

God, I need him. I do. Right now. He thinks I don't remember a thing, and I intend to keep it that way. But I could really use a hug right now."

And with that, she shut her diary and decided to go knock Damon's door.

Damon's P.O.V.

Oh, God, what a day, he thought. This going after Stefan and the wolf/ vamp was getting exhausting. He fixed himself a drink, as it was everything he wanted at the moment. He had felt himself earlier. Luckily, the local blood bank had a huge supply of O-; all he had to do was compel a nurse and it was his. He took a quick shower and landed on his motel bed. The quality of the sheets wasn't nearly as good as his own. Great, he thought, another price I have to pay for saving my brother.

His thoughts wandered to her, the woman sleeping in the room right next to his. He had checked in on her first thing when he arrived, of course. Though he knew all along that it was a mistake to take Elena with him, he just couldn't resist her doe eyes looking at him, practically begging him to let her come with him. And though it was really selfish of him, he knew he's missed her if he left her behind.

He didn't admit it, but it hurt that she didn't remember a moment of the night they had spent together. And yet, it was the best night of his over 160 year long life. He had had sex with many women, for sure, but he had never made love that way, and he really did not believe he would feel so damn great.

He was surprised when he heard a knock at the door. Somehow, he was sure it wasn't room service.

"Elena" he said as soon as he opened the door. "What's going on?" She seemed to be cold. She was shivering.

"Can I come in? I'm cold.", he nodded. "Elena, what's going on?", he asked again, clearly worried to see her being so broken and knowing it was because of Stefan's condition.

"Can I sleep here tonight?", she asked and he knew he would never say no. "Sure" he whispered and moved over so she could get to the bed.

She crossed his room, laid on his bed, curled herself with his blanket and buries her face on the pillows. His scent was everywhere and she was intoxicated. It was what she needed. He was what she needed.

Suddenly, she felt a warm body against her back, under the blanket. She lost her breath at his sudden move. He laid down beside her and buried his face in her hair, breathing into it, enjoying her scent. She reached out, took his hand and tangled his fingers with hers. He pulled her closer, until his chest was touching her back and he tangled their legs together. It felt so good.

They would continue their quest for Stefan tomorrow. But right now, neither said nothing. The world held still for one night. It was just them. They slept well in each other's arms, for the first time since they had begun their journey.

That was exactly what they both needed.

A/N: So, this was it. Did I mention that I love, love, love reviews? Please let me know what you think.

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