DAMON!
I woke with a start covered in a thin sheet of sweat. My oversized shirt and shorts damp, I decided to take a bath to calm down before I went back to sleep, or tried to anyway. I turned on the water and let it run for a bit to get the right temperature and poured some lavender oil in. "Dumb pointless dreams interrupting the only sleep I get" I mumbled as I peeled off the sticky clothes. I got in and inhaled the lavender trying to find some peace, without any luck. The dream that had woken me was still fresh in my mind causing a little shiver to go down my spine even though the water was steaming hot. It was the same dream I'd been having for the past 3 weeks and no matter how much I tried to shake it or try and distract myself before bed it still caused me to wake up, screaming Damon's name.
It always started a little differently, I'd would be in a restaurant, the mall, my room, the park, the location didn't really matter. I was always wearing black and red though in one way or another, then I'd hear a noise, turn around and find myself in front of Damon and Stefan's house. I walk up finding the door open and walk inside being pulled by some force I can't explain. I head up the stairs and my heart starts to beat faster the excitement I feel is almost touchable. I can't wait to see him, just a few more steps and we can finally be alone. I reach his room and open the door but it's empty, the excitement turns to pain "how can you not be here" my voice barely whispers it. I know I should leave but instead I head towards his bed and throw myself on it taking in his smell, it intoxicates me, but I remember that he isn't here and a sigh escapes me.
"Why so sad pretty lady?" his sweet voice breathes in my ear. A smile forms on my lips and I get up and throw myself at him knocking him back on the bed. His lips crush against mine and the knot in my heart I never know is there releases. My lips were made for his, my body finally home; I finally break the kiss and look down at his face. Those ice blue eyes stare back at me with a look that can only be described as soul reaching; I stroke his raven black hair as soft as feathers. "You know it's not nice to make me feel bad" I said looking down at his smirking face, I loved that smirk. I kissed him again because I couldn't not kiss him; my heart gave the clench it did whenever he was near. "Well aren't you in a loving mood" he said against my lips before they went back to molding against my own, my tongue skimmed his lip and I savored the taste before I caught it between my teeth and gently bit down. He let out a soft moan and with a speed only a vampire could have flipped me onto the bed and began to explore my neck with lips, teeth and tongue. "So what time do you think he'll be back?" I asked wanting to gauge how much precious time I had with him. "I don't know, he went out hunting so I'd give us at least a couple of hours" he softly nibbled on my ear which always seemed to give me goose bumps. "Then we better not waste it talking" I said before I pulled his mouth to mine, I kissed him like he was the last drink of water in the middle of the dessert while my hands explored his back, his chest and whatever I could reach. "You know you're going to need to talk to him soon Elena, I don't know how much longer this can go on, and I don't want to share you anymore." "Shhh to much talking, not enough kissing" I say which puts that smirk I love on his face, but his eyes are pinning me down and I know he can see my soul. "I promise that I'll talk to him ok just please kiss me" that earns me smile "how can I deny such a sweet request." His lips come back to mine and it's like fire is shooting through my veins, I guess I get pretty into it because I never hear him bang the door open and scream my name. All I know is that I feel the swoosh of air and I hear the crack as Damon hits the wall. I get up and see him crumpled on the floor while Stefan is standing over me, his eyes are livid and as I open my mouth to try and explain he grabs me and drags me out. I don't see Damon moving so I scream out to him to try to get him to wake up. That's when I wake up. "Just a dream, it doesn't mean anything at all" I tell myself. Of course I can't tell Stefan about these dreams, he's already been on edge about me and Damon's friendship thinking that Damon might get between us and that history might repeat itself. I've tried to reassure him though that he's the one I love and that nothing could change that. Then these dreams began and not wanting to risk messing with my head I've tried to spend as less time with Damon as possible, it obviously wasn't helping though. "Ugh! Why can't people just shut off dreams" but then my heart gives that funny clench again and a voice in my head says "but you don't want to shut them off." Just then my cell phone rings with an incoming text it was from Damon: Dead men, they celebrate, as the final chapter fades away, 'Cause they can't hide, We can see their flesh is rotten! "Guess who's giving a concert in Chicago?"