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I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of it's characters, I am simply playing with them!

RenRowselltrue: Of course I don't mind! :D Thank you! :D
And I agree, I wish they had a little more Delena - hence why I adore the books so much!

AUTHOR NOTE:
Okay, so, I got so many requests for a sequel I gotta do one! So, here you go, guys! :D

Damon moaned into the kiss, wrapping his good arm around Elena's waist to pull her closer. He shivered as she straddled his thighs, pinning him against the couch and deepening the kiss. She wasn't giving him any time to breathe and when she finally pilled away he was panting beneath her, and her lips on his throat weren't helping at all. He moaned again and leaned his head back, feeling her hands exploring the plains of his chest. She grabbed his wrists gently, pinning them above his head as she sucked on the soft skin of his collarbone, but froze when she heard him whimper. "Damon?"

He looked up at her, his wince fading as her hand fell from his forearm. "I'm okay. Sorry."

"What's wrong?" She asked, putting her weight on his thighs as she looked at him with concerned eyes.

"Erm.." Bonnie tried to get someone's attention.

Elena ignored her, prodding with, "Damon?" when he didn't respond.

"It's nothing, okay?" He said, his voice soft as he touched her cheek. He didn't want her to know about his werewolf bite. Not now. Not after she lost John, and Jenna. And she watched Jules be killed and Stefan be twisted into a knot. She didn't need another grave to mourn. Not yet. "Really, I'm fine."

She sighed but nodded, the trust in her eyes stabbing him like a knife. "Okay."

Alaric said, "I'm gonna go, uh, help Stefan with John."

"John's dead too," Elena said as Alaric left, sighing and shaking her head. She was crestfallen.

"Yeah." Damon nodded, his hand still resting on her cheek. He shivered when she kissed his palm, and she grinned weakly. She loved how easily she could make him shiver.

"Can we go home?" She asked. "I want to get out of here."

He nodded. "Sure."

"Where's Jeremy?" Elena asked Bonnie.

"Downstairs, cooling off," She said. "I'll get him and we'll get out of here. 'Kay?"

"Okay." Elena smiled, turning back to Damon as Bonnie left the room. "C'mon."

He stood up, and was smiling at her until dark spots started dancing in his vision and he stumbled, pressing his hand to his his forehead. He heard Elena's voice faintly, saying his name worriedly, her hands on him as she steadied him. He felt like he was being choked, and kneeled over slightly, feeling Elena pull him close to her as they were collapsing back on the couch. "Damon? Damon, easy. Easy."

He coughed hard, his vision foggy as his eyes shot everywhere, just looking for something to focus on. And then it was over. His head was in Elena's lap, and the only thing reminding him of his little problem was his throbbing forearm.

"Damon, what happened?" Elena asked, looking down at him with panic.

"I-" He started.

"Elena?" Stefan came in, cutting off Damon's attempt to explain. Only then did she remember she screamed his name out.

She snarled. "What, Stefan?"

He flinched. "I heard you scream.." He cut off, looking down at his brother. "Damon? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," He said, trying to sit up, but Elena wouldn't let him. He groaned, but didn't fight her much.

"Baby," She said, running her fingers through his soft hair. "What's wrong?"

He sighed. "Let me up."

She did.

He pulled his jacket off tentatively, slowly pulling the leather off of his wound, and Elena winced, reaching out and brushing her fingertips over the scar with the lightest of touches. "What happened?"

"Playing nurse to the fucking son of a bitch murderer?" Jeremy hissed, coming back in with his chest blown out like he thought he could do something.

"Jeremy, fuck off," Elena growled.

Bonnie touched Jeremy's back, giving him a warning look, her dark eyes whispering Take a step back, she's lethal when it comes to him now.

"Anyhow," Damon said, getting annoyed by the constant interruptions, especially when the punk little kid just came in to run his mouth. "Tyler Lockwood bit me."

Elena's face fell, and she took Damon's arm in her hands, studying the wound with tears in her eyes. "No," She said, shaking her head as she ran her fingertips over the soft tears in Damon's skin. "No. We'll fix this. We'll find a cure."

"There is no cure," He said softly, just watching her with pained eyes.

"Then why did you let me turn?" She asked, finally looking up at him. "I thought you'd be with me."

He felt tears pricking his own eyes at the lost, frightened way her voice trembled and cracked, and he kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."

"I won't let you die," She said stubbornly, the determination in her eyes vicious. "I won't."

"'Lena," He started quietly, his arm still in her hand.

"No!" She yelled, her grip tightening on his hand enough to make him hiss in pain, which she released quickly, kissing the raging red skin. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Damon, you're not dying." Her eyes were desperate, pleading with him to just listen and not prepare her for the worst. "You can't die on me. You can't just leave me."

"I don't want to, 'Lena." Fear flashed in his eyes for a moment, and she kissed him softly, comfortingly, and he melted into her.

Stefan tried again to get someone's attention. "'Lena?"

She growled against Damon's lips, but pulled away and looked at him, exasperated by his stubbornness. "What?"

"Can I talk to you?" He asked. "Outside? Alone?"

She grumbled and stood up, kissing Damon's forehead before pushing ahead of Stefan and outside. "What?"

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

"Nah." She shrugged. "Do we have to do this now? I'm kind of pre-occupied."

He sighed and grabbed her, crushing his lips against hers in a kiss so full of desperation she hardly responded. She just stood there, motionless, her lips pressed in a line as if he were still speaking several feet away from her. And when he pulled away, she suppressed an eye roll. "Please, Elena."

"One," She said, "'Lena is meant for Damon, and Damon alone, to call me. And two." She picked up her hand, slamming her palm across Stefan's face, hard enough to make him take a step back. "Don't ever do that again."

He swallowed, covering his stinging cheek with his hand.

"Now, if you have nothing to say to me about Damon getting cured, I have nothing I want to say to you." She tried to walk past him, and he gripped her arm. She closed her eyes in boredom and sighed. "Yes, Stefan?"

"Don't be Katherine," He pleaded. "Please."

"I'm not Katherine," She said, her eyes still closed as she waited for him to say something useful about Damon, or drop her arm. "I'm not with both of you." She looked at him then. "I've made my choice, Stefan. Accept it."

He winced, dropping his hand. "I'll, uh, I'll go find something. Me and Bonnie...He can't die."

"Finally!" She said. "We agree."

"Bonnie," Stefan called, ignoring Elena's comment as she waltzed back over to Damon. "C'mon, I need your help."

Elena took both of Damon's hands in hers as Bonnie went to Stefan's aid. "Let's go, okay?"

He just nodded, standing up slower this time.

She helped him get outside, and into the car that was parked there. She gave John's corpse a sad glance before letting Damon get in the backseat. She looked at Alaric. "Will you drive?"

"Sure," He said.

"Jeremy." She gestured to the front passenger seat.

"Elena, if you want me to get in that car, he's gotta go," He said, crossing his arms.

"Oh, would you get your head out of your ass?" She hissed. She'd never spoken to anyone like that before, so it took Jeremy aback a bit. "It's not all about you. Now get in the damn car or I will tie you in a knot and stick you in the trunk. And if you say another word about Damon, I will separate your brain from your skull and give you one that operates. Does that compute for you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child."

She sighed, looking calm and exasperated, but then she was in front of him slapping him so hard he was sent back three feet, airborne, slamming into the wall of the house.

"Sis!" He groaned.

"Will you shut up, now?" She asked, monotone. "I will put you in the trunk, so help me."

He sighed and stood up, wobbling only slightly. "Fine, but I don't have to like him."

"Just don't tell me about it," She hissed, getting in the backseat with Damon as Jeremy sluggishly walked to the front. She gripped Damon's shoulders, forcing him to lie down on the flat leather of the backseat, and stroked his hair. When he looked up at her with confusion in his gaze, she grinned. "You look tired."

He nodded slightly, turning on his back and looking up at her. "I love you."

"I love you, too," She said, leaning down and kissing his forehead, letting her lips linger on his skin for a moment, smiling when his eyes closed at the contact. She stroked his cheek as he slipped into unconsciousness, and asked Alaric to take a road with the least bumps to not jostle him. She continued to stroke his face as the ride continued, and eventually he turned so his back was facing the windshield. She moved her hand and eyes down to his arm, which he was currently lying on, and sighed, stroking the skin softly. In his sleep, he whimpered, and she leaned down and kissed his temple, feeling him instantly relax at her touch.

"It will be okay," She whispered in his ear. "You'll be okay. I promise."

Okay, so, again, I'm calling this complete because I'm not sure if I wanna keep going! I know where it will be going, and all that, but I'm not sure if anyone wants to read MORE. So! If you wish to make my day-and to read the next chapter-...

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