The Salvatore boarding house was filled with silence. Damon walked in first, holding Elena's hand, who was walking behind him as he looked around for any signs of Stefan. Elena's mind was preoccupied for a moment at the hand-holding. What did this mean? Was she his girlfriend? Was this just casual? Was he just being protective? Suddenly she felt saddened by the thought of anything but the first option being true.

"He's not here. Come on."
She followed him up the stairs, still hand-in-hand. They walked through the long hall and Elena realized she had never been in this part of the house. They walked to the very last door and Damon took out a key and unlocked it. She walked in and he turned on the light. She was taken aback by the feel of the room. It was about three times the size of her own. Long dark-red velvet curtains hung by the window. The king sized bed was very high and covered in black covers. Everything was neat and the room smelled really good.

"Wow look at all these dark colors. How very…Damon of you" she said, laughing at her own words.

She tried to sit on the bed but it was too high."A little help here?" and they both laughed as she struggled to get on the bed. He picked her up and put her on the bed. He stood there looking at her and didn't take his hands off her waist.

She genuinely made him happy. Something he thought he would never experience again after all these years. Sure, on the surface he always seemed to be having the time of his life, but inside he was hurting and the guilt of hurting innocent people had slowly began to eat him up. But then he met her, and even though she was with his brother, she still managed to bring out this side of him. Without anyone taking note he started to change his ways. First and foremost he had to make sure he didn't kill anyone. He was tempted a few times but never actually went through with it because her face always seemed to pop-up in his head right before he was about to do something stupid. The next behavior change was even harder to do. He started to drink blood only from the blood banks. Of course he preferred his blood at 98.6 but he knew he couldn't be going around biting people anymore, at least not when she was around. But he truly missed the taste of fresh blood pouring out of human flesh.

"Damon? Hellloooo? What are you so deeply thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how badly I want to throw you down on this bed and rip your clothes off with my teeth."

Elena's eyes widened in surprise and intrigue.

"I'm sorry to disappoint Elena. But I got a lot of work to do and may need my strength. But when the time comes…well…you remember" he said wiggling his eyebrows.

Elena laughed and hit him on his chest. He pretended like it hurt and they both laughed again. Their laughter was interrupted by Stefan's presence.

"Why is she here Damon? I specifically told you not to bring her!" Stefan yelled.

"Calm down Chubaka. She can stay here and you and I go downstairs"

Stefan left and Damon gave Elena a quick kiss.

"Stay here"

"Okay"

"Elena, I'm serious. Promise me you'll stay here"

Elena looked away frustrated. "Fine. I promise"

Damon went downstairs and didn't see Stefan so he went to the basement.

"Stefan? We didn't play hide and seek when were kids, I don't know what makes you think now is a more appropriate time"

He was suddenly smashed into the wall by an angry Stefan. Veins under his eyes, fangs out, eyed blood-shot red.

"What the HELL Stefan? Get off of me!" Damon said, still attempting to control himself and not beat the shit out of his brother.

"You just had to fuck her didn't you? Trying to replace Katherine with Elena? That's low, even for a dirty prick like you. She was traumatized and alone and you took advantage of her in that basement and probably compelled her to keep being interested. Because that's the only way you can get girls Damon, nobody would want you willingly."

If this was any other time Damon would have suffocated him for saying those things. But Damon knew this wasn't his regular brooding, weak brother. Damon used his strength to push Stefan back. Normally, Stefan would've been thrown against the wall when that kind of strength was used but he just barely stepped back. Damon, having already mastered the art of kicking ass, used his moment of weakness to attack him. They fought. Punches were thrown. Heads were hit against the wall. But they kept moving until Damon had Stefan in the same place where Stefan had him locked up after he had ingested vervain from Caroline's blood. Damon got out in time and locked the door while Stefan's arms reached out and tried to strangle him through the bars of the cell as he roared in anger.

"I guess we have to do this the hard way, Stefan."

As Damon was walking up the stairs he heard his brother's screams…

"When I get out of here I'm going to kill you Damon! And your little whore too!"

Damon knew that wasn't a threat to be taken lightly. He really had to use all his strength to fight of Stefan and if the jail cell wasn't so close, his own strength may have worn off in time and Stefan could've easily killed him. He had never seen Stefan like this before, it was never this bad. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head, they were actually scaring him. He ran up to his room, and surprise surprise, his mood changed at the sight of the girl sitting on his bed. She hadn't noticed him yet. She was focused on writing in her diary. Her long straight brunette hair was flowing down on the side of her face. She wasn't wearing any make up but she was beautiful non-the less. Her lips were sweetly pink and plump. She was wearing a pink tank top and black underwear. Boy shorts as far Damon could tell. She looked up and saw him covered in blood, cuts, and bruises.

"Oh my god! What happened?" she got up and went to examine him properly.

"It's fine they'll heal soon"
"What happened?"

"I shouldn't have brought you here. He's very dangerous. He's very angry and the blood is taking over him. And I think the more he thinks about us, the angrier he gets. He thinks we betrayed him."

"We did" she said with a sound of guilt in her voice. "Where is he now?"

"I locked him up downstairs. I'm going to take you back to your place."

"But if he's locked up then why do I need to go?"

"I don't know Elena. I don't feel good about having you in the same house as him right now."
"Well he's been invited into my house, so if he were to get out, he could just as easily get to me there. I think I'll be safer here with you. Plus I don't want you to have to do this alone. And I want to be here. I want to be with you."

They both realized the double meaning behind her last words as they left her mouth. They kissed and he pulled her into a hug as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest.

"So what now?" she asked standing comfortably against his embrace with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Now you get rewarded for being a good girl and listening to me," and he threw her on the bed.

By the way I'm totally making this up as I go. No idea how I want the story to end.

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