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NIGHT THREE

Elena sighed, pressing her palm against the cool glass of the window pane as she stared out into the pouring rain wearily. The weather still hadn't eased up, just like the man had said it wouldn't on the first night. He'd been right. It still wasn't showing any move to clear up and stop raining. She looked back around to Damon, who was lying on the bed.

It had been another long, boring day spent inside. Elena was dying to get some fresh air, but with all the rain, she wasn't sure if there was any left. The second she'd step outside, she'd get soaked to the bone. And so they'd spent the day inside the tiny room, ordering room service and telling jokes. It was now going on midnight, but Elena couldn't sleep. She didn't feel tired.

"Come back to bed." Damon whined. "I'm getting cold over here without being used as your personal teddy."

Elena sighed. Damon was never going to get over the fact that for the past two nights, she had used him as her teddy, curling into him when the thunder got too loud and when the room seemed top dark.

"I can't sleep." She responded softly.

"I can see that."

Damon cocked his head to the side, studying her. Despite the fact that she'd said she wasn't tired, she looked exhausted. Probably just trying to look strong, he thought.

"Missing Stefan?" He asked, a bitter tone to his voice. It bothered him to no end that she was probably thinking about her perfect boyfriend right now.

Elena bit her lip. No. She didn't really miss Stefan that much - they'd been fighting a lot lately. But she couldn't admit that to Damon, could she? "Yeah." She lied, hoping he would believe her.

He did. "Right. Of course. Because the moment we get back you two can go riding into the sunset again, right? Sitting on your magical unicorns and looking at the rainbow."

Damon spat the words out harshly, and Elena knew that he was still upset about her choosing Stefan. She wasn't even sure if it was the right choice anymore, though. Not that she could say that to Damon's face.

"Why are you acting like this?" She said angrily.

"Just stating the obvious, kitten." He said casually, crossing his arms behind his head as he sat up in the bed and leaned against the wall.

"Damon, just leave me alone, okay?"

"Why?"

"UGH! You're so annoying!"

Damon smirked. "Wow, Elena. Someone has temper issues. Is it your time of mont-"

"DAMON!"

He grinned, chuckling at her anger for a moment before his laughter died down and his face turned sad. His lips pressed into a firm, thin line as he grimaced.

"But it's true, isn't it? You're thinking about Stefan, even while you're here with me."

Elena groaned. Why was he so interested in what she was thinking about? She looked out the window again, watching as the rain created another puddle outside their window.

"Why do you even care what I'm thinking about?" She asked slowly, her anger dying down as she took deep breaths.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because whenever I talk to you, you're wishing it was Stefan instead."

"That's not true." Elena was telling the truth, but she knew he wouldn't believe her, and he didn't.

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

Damon looked at her angrily, slipping out of bed and storming towards her. "Then how come whenever I talk, you look like you're thinking about something else, Elena?"

"I don't know what you mean." That was the truth again. But he still wouldn't believe her, she was sure of it. Damon had absolutely no respect for himself. He truly seemed to believe it was impossible for anyone to love or care for him.

"I think you do." Damon's voice was cold, and irritated. Elena huffed.

"Why can't you just shut up for once, Damon? I am with STEFAN!" Elena spat out, then froze. She clapped a hand over her mouth. That had been a terrible thing to say - she was so selfish! What on earth was wrong with her, mocking Damon about her relationship with Stefan like that?

"Damon, I didn't me-"

"I got the message, Elena." He picked up his jacket, and Elena watched with wide eyes as he began to walk towards the door. Was he leaving? NO!

"I think I'll spend the night somewhere else." He said bitterly, and Elena's heart melted at his sad eyes. How could she have been so mean? Why did she have to open her stupid mouth and say that?

"B-but-"

"You know, Elena, you spend a lot of time critisizing me for being so impulsive, but I think we all know who's really the impulsive one." With that, Damon flashed out the door, slamming it behind him as he went.

Elena buried her face in her hands. She'd been so rude and obnoxious, shoving the facts in his face like that. Maybe she really was the impulsive one, to have just spat it out so clearly. Just 30 seconds ago, he'd been standing in that doorway, and now he was gone. Well, there was no point trying to find him now. He was probably long gone and staying in another room.

She wished she knew which one.

Elena made her way over to the bed, lying down on Damon's side. The pillow smelled just like him, for he'd been lying there only moments earlier. She inhaled deeply, the scent comforting. Just like every night, it was pitch black in the room, and she shivered uncomfortably. Before, she'd always had the option of cuddling up into Damon for comfort. Now he was in an entirely different part of the motel - somewhere - and she was alone with her fear of the thunder and the darkness.

She took another deep breath, smelling his pillow like it was the sweetest perfume. But he wasn't there.

Maybe she should go looking for him. But it was now midnight, and how was she supposed to find him at this hour in this light? He could be anywhere in the motel by now.

A shock of thunder shot across the sky and she jumped in fear. Even as a child, she'd always hated thunder. The night her parents had died, there'd been a thunderstorm while they drove home, before they reached the bridge. It didn't exactly help with her fear of it.

Elena almost thought he might have been joking. Or maybe he was waiting outside for her to fall asleep so he could come back in without her noticing. But she knew her words had cut him too deep for it to be a joke.

She was 18. She should be able to handle a bit of thunder and lightning, right? And the dark - she should've gotten over that. And she had - but she wasn't home, she was in a motel in the middle of nowhere, and now she had no one, except an angry vampire who was probably many rooms away from her by now.

A flash of lightning illuminated the curtains, and she sat up in bed, whimpering. Just like the first night, more images of her father drowning swam through her mind, and she shuddered in fear.

She needed to find Damon. Now.

Damon lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was extremely irritated. Elena's words had hurt more than he'd like to admit, and he couldn't seem to forget them.

It had been easy to compel a person into spending the night somewhere else and take their room. In fact, he'd done it in record time: 3 minutes and 37 seconds - using his vampire speed, of course.

He wondered where Elena was. It was the only thing that he could think about. Was she still in their room, curled up in the bed and trying to forget him? Or had she gone to the lobby by now to find some light?

Damon knew that she was scared of the dark and the thunderstorm, and he wondered why. Surely it wasn't because of the things themselves, was it? Did she have some bad experience related to them? Or maybe it was the things her mind conjured up in the dark...

He briefly considered the fact that she might be looking for him, and then pushed it away. No. Of course she wouldn't be doing that. Elena had probably lay down in the bed and pulled the blankets tight around her, happy that there was no one to share it with tonight. Their fight had probably already been forgotten by her.

But then...why could he hear footsteps echoing outside? There was a long pause, and Damon held his breath. Was that Elena? A knock sounded on his door, and he closed his eyes. He couldn't answer. Not if it was her.

"Damon." A voice whispered. So it was her. Interesting. Her voice was shaky, like she was scared. Instantly, Damon felt bad. She was probably terrified of this storm, like she had been every night so far. Maybe he should of...no. Her words were still embedded in his mind, cutting him deep.

He waited another 30 seconds, then finally let out his breath when the footsteps sounded again, and this time they got quieter and quieter until whoever it was -he liked to think it was her- was gone.

Elena trudged through the rain, holding her cardigan to herself tightly. Where was he? He couldn't have gone far - it had barely been 15 minutes! Now, which room would Damon Salvatore want to stay in...?

She looked around, her eyes finally finding another building - another part of the motel. She quickly jogged towards it, trying to escape the cold rain that had soaked her clothes inside out.

Reaching the overhang, Elena ducked into shelter and stode along the stone pathway. All the doors had umbrellas leaning against them, or wet boots outside of them.

There. At the end of the path, one room didn't have any boots or umbrellas leaning against the door. That had to be Damon's. Taking a shaky breath, she started for it.

Elena paused outside the door. Damon had to be in here, he had to. She knocked twice, rapping her knuckles against the wood quickly and firmly.

There was a silence, and Elena slumped in defeat. So he was in here. If it wasn't him, they would be answering. And he was ignoring her.

"Damon." She whispered shakily, just once, knowing he could hear her. More silence. Maybe it wasn't even him after all. Giving up, Elena turned, heading back to her motel building.

She threw the door open and stormed in angrily, slamming the door shut. Why did Damon have to be so difficult? She threw her wet clothes off and pulled on dry ones, drying her hair with a towel from the bathroom. She brushed her teeth - again - and brushed her hair, then pulled on a pair of socks and climbed into bed.

Before settling down, Elena eyed the chair in the corner. One of Damon's shirts was lying on it, discarded. She reached for the muscle tee, pulling it on and sighing softly as Damon's scent engulfed her, calming her down at once.

She lay her head on Damon's pillow once more, closing her eyes. Another clap of thunder roared in the sky and she shivered, scared. Where was her vampire when she needed him?

He made his way through the rain, heading for their motel room. Damon had tried, he really had, to stay mad at her. But when he thought of her scared doe eyes from the previous night as she flinched at the sound of thunder, and her shaky voice as she'd whispered his name just 10 minutes ago, his resolve collapsed.

He needed to find her, and make her feel safe again.

She was at the bottom of the lake, pounding on the car window with her fists. Despite the fact that there was water everywhere, she could hear each one of her screams crystal clear.

She begged them to let her out of the car, to save her. And by them she meant everyone. Her friends. Caroline, Bonnie, Matt, Tyler, Jeremy, even April. And Stefan. They were all hovering outside of the car, watching her drown in front of them.

But not Damon. He wasn't there. Elena's subconcious quietly wondered why.

"It's your fault, Elena." Jeremy whispered through the water, his eyes cold. "You killed our parents. You went to the party that night. You deserve this."

"Please!" Elena sobbed, trying to unbuckle her seatbelt.

Stefan watched her with cold eyes. "You deserve this, Elena." He repeated Jeremy's words, and Elena covered her ears. "NO!"

"NO!" Elena awoke screaming, tears running down her face as she thrashed around. "NO!" Her eyes were open wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

Warm arms encircled her. "Elena. Elena, look at me!"

She continued to thrash around, and Damon used his supernatural strength to pin her to the mattress. He'd come into the room, only to find his angel thrashing around on the bed and screaming. Whatever nightmare she'd been having, it must've been horrible for her to react this way.

Holding her to the mattress, Damon watched as her struggles eventually died down and she began to choke on her sobs. He helped her to breathe, sitting her up and rubbing circles into her back.

"D-damon?" She asked, her vision blurry through her tears. He nodded.

"I'm right here, princess."

She slumped in his arms, and he held her to his chest tightly. "You were having a nightmare." He whispered softly, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head. She coughed, and he took her hand in his, holding it tightly. She squeezed back instantly.

"I-it was horrible! I-I was in the car, at t-the bottom of the l-lake again, and everyone was t-here, all my f-friends, and they w-were watching me d-drown!" She choked out the words, and he hugged her tightly.

Elena hid her face in his chest, breathing in deeply.

"It's okay, kitten. You don't have to tell me."

"Damon?"

"Yes, princess?"

"You weren't there, though. You were the only one that wasn't. It was like I-I knew that you w-would never hurt me." She swallowed thickly, and he tucked a strand of hair behind her small ear.

"Elena, kitten, you're tired, and-"

"Damon, I know what I saw! You were the only one that didn't want to hurt me!" She cried, desperately needing him to believe her.

"It's alright angel, I believe you, I do." He tugged the blankets over her, covering her tank top covered chest. She grabbed his arm.

"Please get into bed, Damon! Don't leave again!"

"Sshh. I know, kitten, I won't." He climbed into bed with her, and she snuggled up next to him, laying her head on his chest and looking up at him through her wet lashes.

"Damon, I'm sorry."

He sighed, brushing the water from her eyes. "I know, kitten. I am too."

Elena relaxed against his chest, closing her eyes. Strangely, she loved Damon's little pet names for her. Kitten, angel, princess...they made her feel special, like she was the only girl in the world to him. Maybe she was.

Damon closed his eyes along with her, stroking her hair as they slowly fell asleep together.

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