Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries sadly :(

Author's Notes: I caved! I can't wait til SEPTEMBER 9th and for now I'll take things into my own hands (Grins evilly). Oh where are my manners! Hello everyone this is my first fic ever...so please take it easy on me. My grammar may not be the greatest but I'll try my best. - Takes place sometime after the finale.

Couple: D/E

Prologue

There's a still in the street outside your window ~

He watched her breath gradually shorten and her body begin to tremble against his, he quickly began to hush in her ear and soothing words quickly spilled from his lips instinctively. The trembles didn't stop; soon she began to shake more violently against his embrace.

"Hey, it's okay...I got you" He whispered, "I'm here you are fine".

She balled her hands into fists and beat them against him. Damon grabbed her hands and pulled them into his bare chest.

"Elena look at me, you are safe".

Elena didn't stop sobbing silently, he would be surprised if she did cry out, and at least he'd know she was there. But she never made any sounds, since that day.

Damon tilted her head to face him "Shhh look at me, I'm not going anywhere I promise."

And she stopped suddenly looking into his icy blue eyes as if she was in a trance; Damon quickly ran his fingers through her hair and began to caress her silky cheek. He stared back into her chocolate eyes, dead and lifeless. They were nothing like they were before, full of passion and kindness when he first met her. Now she was just a vacant shell, with nothing left inside. Well, he actually refused to believe there is nothing there; he will pull her out of this he vowed. Damon held her closer to him, her gaze never breaking from his.

Every night they would stay like that for hours, staring into each other eyes until eventually she would close her eyes and position her head onto the crook of his neck fast asleep. Damon liked to think this somehow comforted her from whatever demons were trapping her inside and it killed him that he couldn't do more. He knew one thing, he was going to kill the people responsible.

Damon closed his eyes and thought of Stefan, his sweet little brother Stefan. He hated him and yet loved him, he was the one who ruined his life but even Damon knew he couldn't live without him. Stefan was the reason of his existed and though he indulged being a vampire it simply wasn't as enjoyable at least that is what he told himself for 145 years. Deep down Damon knew that despite his present 'condition' he loved his brother although he will never admit it out loud. He'd rather stake himself than admit it. But where was his little brother now? He didn't know nor did he know if he was 'alive' or present.

Three weeks he's been trying to track down who took Stefan, however Elena's condition wasn't exactly helping him navigate faster. But what could he do? He couldn't leave her at Mystic Falls. There was an ongoing war happening. Something greater was going on and it had to due to the founding families and yet there was more and it had to with Elena. He was beginning to think the Elena looking like Katherine was not coincidental or some freaky draw in the gene lottery, that being said she is a needed to get her out of there and leave the rest to Bonnie, Alaric and Jeremy. They needed to focus on defending the town and it wouldn't be easy if they also had to focus on protecting Elena as well. When Damon found her he quickly stole her away from it all and left town looking for Stefan. He had a hunch wherever Stefan was there will also be answers.

He felt Elena's body began to tense and he immediately opened his eyes and found himself staring into a pair of brown eyes. She managed three hours of sleep, at least that was some improvement he suppose though he heard humans needed at least 6 – 8 hours of sleep. And in her condition that was what she needed, he recalled many nights were she would just lay awake silently screaming and crying inconsolably all night and him trying to comfort her the best he could. But it wasn't for the past week that they have slowly begun to subside. However, he still couldn't manage a response from her.

Damon gently smoothed her hair and smiled. "Good morning sunshine." he said kissing her forehead, in his head he could picture the old Elena rolling her eyes at him. This Elena just stared empty into space; Damon searched her eyes for a few minutes for a light but nothing.

"Right" he said disappointed. "Let's go get you some food and this time you have to eat more than four bites." He said quickly getting out of bed making a grab for a clean shirt, Elena didn't move from her position on the bed. He watched her as he buttoned his black shirt waiting for a response.

Silence

He didn't like the fact he had to leave their motel room for anything, but humans needed food. And since she looked so frail Damon felt increasingly worried about her weight. Damon pulled out fresh clothes from the duffel bag placed them in her arms.

"Go shower Elena."

He gave her an encouraging smile as Elena slowly got up from the bed.

"Good girl. Now what do you want a bagel? Muffin? I know," He snapped his fingers. "How about pancakes?" Elena said nothing as she walked somberly towards the washroom.

"Okay so pancakes it is." Damon whispered sadly to himself.

He put on his on his leather jacket and noticed Elena changing, half naked with the door wide open. She was totally out of it. Damon respectfully looked down and made his way towards the bathroom and closing the door. He leaned his forehead against the door and closed his eyes and he heard her run the shower. He felt is chest constricting with an ache, if he had a heart it would be his heart breaking. He breathed out loud and left the room.

Anyone asleep yet? Should I continue? Lemme know!

Oh and the Crossfire by Brandon Flowers inspired this for me hence the title.

So I'll most likely be putting little lyrics here and there.