Author's note: Here's another chappy! I pretty much had it finished a couple of days ago but I sometimes work and rework things to death. I just hope it is ok and flows well. I have so much in my head regarding how this story is going to go, the middle and the end, but it's out of sequence :) I greatly appreciate all the awesome reviews the story has garnered so far. I am really glad you all like this so much, especially considering I am new to the series and fandom. Anyway read, enjoy (hopefully), and review!


With each step he took away from Bonnie's room an unexplainable urge, a near crazed need filled Damon. He had a painful hard on which he just couldn't will away, and he was relieved when he saw Elena making her way down the corridor carrying a food tray and one of her short satin nightgowns. With a predatory gleam in his eyes and an almost sinister smirk on his lips, he flashed to her, grasped her, and then entombed them inside one of the vacant bedrooms.

"Damon!" Elena exclaimed out in surprise and annoyance. She looked down at the items she was holding to make sure nothing had spilled, just before Damon freed her of them, and set them upon a nearby table. "Stop it," She added as she pushed at his chest to still his actions. In reply he latched his mouth to her neck and sucked gently and nibbled with his blunt teeth. Elena instantly melted against him turning her head to give him better access. "Mmmmm," She moaned out as she now clutched at Damon to hold him close while his hands pulled and tugged at her clothes. "No, Damon…" She spoke in a hushed tone. Her words sounded like a protest and were in direct opposition to what her hands were doing as they pushed at Damon's clothes. "We can't do this right now."

"Sure we can." Damon huffed out as he moved back a bit to stare down into her eyes and at the same time unbutton her jeans. "Just need to be a little more naked." She smiled playfully as he quirked his brows.

"Baby, I need to get those things to Bonnie, make sure she's ok, and settled in…"

"Bonnie is probably soaking in a bath as we speak. Besides, I was knocked unconscious too don't you want to make sure I'm ok?" He threw out a pout and Elena rolled her eyes as a smile graced her lips. "C'mon, I'll be quick." He seductively coaxed.

"Not too quick," Elena replied arching a brow at him and then raised her arms so Damon could easily pull her shirt off. They fumbled their way to the nearby king sized bed, stripping as they went. When they finally crumbled atop the bed they were fully naked. Just as Damon was positioned to find the release he desperately craved he was hit with a wave of nausea, which had him scrambling to the attached bathroom. "Oh my God, Damon, are you ok?" Elena rushed into the bathroom after him and found him crouched over and dry heaving into the toilet. After a few seconds Damon's naked form flopped back as the weight of his suddenly clammy body rested against the side of the claw foot tub. "What's happening?" Elena asked but to no one in particular. She stared down at him truly frightened by what had just happened.

"I'm fine," Damon puffed out as he gulped in air that his body didn't really need.

"You're not fine Damon, you just got physically sick." Elena exclaimed.

"Probably just a side effect of whatever it was that happened to Bonnie and me. Tomorrow Bonnie will research this, find out what this is, and then we'll fix it. I just need to rest, I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning." He offered as a way to alleviate her fears, which resonated in her eyes.

"OK, well let me help you to your room and then I'll check on Bonnie." She said as she took a step forward and reached down to help him up. When her hand touched his bare arm the nausea arose within him again and he hurriedly moved back from her touch.

"No, I'm gonna just need to sit a moment more here, but you go check on Bonnie. If she's experiencing the same thing she's probably gonna need you more than I do right now." Damon stated and could tell by the way Elena's eyes widened at his words that her concern for Bonnie would get her to leave him be for a while.

"OK, once I have Bonnie settled I'll bring you up some blood." Elena replied as she turned to enter the bedroom and redress.

"Bourbon would probably make me feel even better," He said around a grin and Elena tossed him a grin back over her shoulder.


In the twilight hours


He had moved stealthily as he extracted himself from the unfamiliar bed, and from the arms of a woman he didn't know. He quickly exited the huge house and easily found the destination he sought. He spotted his heart's desire in the gazebo on the back grounds. When she felt him grab her from behind, filling both of his hands with her breast, she leaned back against his larger, solid frame.

"God it's so wonderful to 'feel' you in my arms again," He moaned out in true bliss as he leaned down and buried his face against her neck, where he kissed her and breathed in her scent. Her eyes drifted closed as she smiled and relished being in the arms of the man she had loved for eons. "I would have come sooner but this body got a bit sick. So it seems that your 'do not touch' spell is still just as strong as when you cast it over 3 centuries ago," Her smiled broaden at his words. "Really, Lovely, you must gain control of that jealous streak of yours, you should know by now that you are the only woman I want sharing my bed."

"You know I do not like others touching what is mine." She spoke around a sigh. "And you, Darius, are mine." She added as she turned in his arms and stared lovingly up at him. She finally decided that she liked this new face of her love very much. She thought it didn't compare to the handsomeness of Darius' original face, but it was a face she was definitely pleased with.

"Completely and always," He affirmed as he nipped at her collarbone. "But how about next time you do a hex that will make them sick instead of me," He suggested as he gripped her about her waist and pressed her front to his. She only giggled in reply. "I must say I am quite pleased with this body you have chosen, she is almost as breathtaking as your very own body. But, why don't you use the body of the other, she belongs to this one. It would make things easier would it not?" She shook her head as she let her fingers tickle his flesh that peeked out from his unbutton shirt.

"This one is a witch, Darius" She answered excitedly. "A powerful witch, she does not even know how powerful, but I shall show her."

"So you have finally found your kindred spirit." He said as he lovingly caressed her cheek. "And do you think she has the power to anchor us to these bodies permanently?"

"I know she does, but…"

"But…"

"She is a 'very' powerful witch," She repeated her earlier claims.

"Meaning?"

"She has built subconscious protection spells around herself. She has been hurt a lot, this one, and she is well acquainted with death. It has been difficult for me to penetrate these barriers she has up around herself, which is why we will not be able to stay in control of these bodies permanently yet. In some cases like earlier we will not even have full control."

"Yes that was a bit disconcerting, having them ruin the moment, our first time making love in over 180 years." He nearly growled out. "Thankfully it didn't last for too long this body certainly started to enjoy himself once the bloodplay started."

"As did she," She stated.

"Speaking of enjoying oneself," He dipped down, captured her mouth with his, and then gripped her backside to lift her from the ground, and she easily wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to one of the gazebo's benches, sat down, and settled her down so she was straddling his lap. "How much time do you think we have before they return?" He asked as he pulled down the spaghetti straps of the blood red satin gown she wore to expose her supple breasts.

"I do not know," She answered as her hands tugged at the ties in the waistband of the of the black silk pj bottoms he wore. He lifted up a bit to assist her venture and groaned joyously when she wrapped her warm hands around his freed, erect member. "So we should make the most of our time together." She advised as he slid his hands up her thighs, pushing up the fabric of the gown to bunch about her waist. He was happy to discover that she wore no undergarments as he settled his hands on her hips, lifted her a bit and then impaled her upon him. They both cried out ecstatically from the sensation of being so intimately connected once again. They clung to each other as they slowly rocked and ground against each other.

"Oh Lovely…Lovely, how I love you…" He groaned out as she threw her head back lost in what felt to her like excruciating pleasure, as his head fell forward to rest against her breasts. He lifted a bit and brushed soft kisses between the valley of her breasts, and then carefully traced his tongue across the puckered and bruised flesh on her left breast. He immediately realized his mistake as she fell back in his embrace and shrilled out her climax and everything around began to dim out. "No!" He roared out seconds before he slipped away. His grip tightened on the hips of the Goddess tethered to him in the most delicious ways. For a millisecond he had thought this to be his beloved until she bolted upright and locked her bright, enlarged, green eyes to his electric blue ones. "Bonnie," He whispered out. Her mouth fell open as if she wanted to speak but no words spilled from her lips. She clutched at his broad, bare shoulders to steady herself as he continued to bounce her upon his lap. Up, down, up, down…Damon knew that he should stop his movements but his orgasm was just too close. For her part Bonnie knew she should stop him but she could only bite down upon her bottom lip and moan out uncontrollably as another orgasm started to sprinkle over her. Both Damon and Bonnie's eyes stayed locked onto the other's much like those of enemies who didn't trust each other, all while they continued to move in a slow and sensual rhythm that was as old as time. Damon slid his hands from Bonnie's hips and hugged her closer to his chest as he suddenly moved them to the floor of the gazebo, where he settled her back against the floorboards. This new position gave him the leverage he desired as he plowed into Bonnie with more force. When he grasped her right leg, just under her thigh, and lifted her leg and locked it over his left arm she threw her head back, arched up as her mouth fell open.

"Ahh…GOD!" Bonnie gasped out and sounded as if he were squeezing the air from her lungs. She couldn't control the way her hands reached for him, the way her nails clawed at his back, and the way she now thrust her backside from the floor upward to meet his every bruising thrust into her. Damon let his head fall until their foreheads fused together their suspicious eyes still locked onto each other's as he dipped his mouth in further and sucked hers into a deep kiss. It took nearly an hour and a couple more orgasms between them before they felt sated enough to end their unusual rendezvous and carefully make their way back up to the house.


A few hours later


She had intended to hide away in the bedroom until she was sure that no one was around to hear her slip away, but Elena had checked on her as soon as the morning's first rays of light crept into the room. Elena had brought her some clothes to change into and idly chatted with her as she always did. Bonnie found that she couldn't truly look her best friend in the eyes and had to swallow down the sobs that wanted out. She was filled with such regret and anger at herself for what she was certain Elena would think was an unforgivable betrayal. Bonnie had willingly had sex with her best friend's boyfriend. Granted she hadn't initiated their encounter nor had any recollection about how it had begun, but she did know how it had ended. Worse still she had been a compliant participant in the end and had enjoyed every second of it. She had been relieved when Elena had finally left telling her to come downstairs to breakfast before closing the door behind her. Bonnie didn't know how she would be able to sit through breakfast with the guilt that was nearly choking her, especially if her co-conspirator was there, but she knew that it was the only way to get out of the Salvatore house. She wanted out desperately, feeling it would be the only way she would be able to forget what had transpired between her and Damon mere hours beforehand. So she willed herself to get up, shower, scrubbing away any unseen evidence from her skin, and prepare herself to go down to breakfast.


Downstairs


"I don't know I think something is wrong with her, this morning she acted like she didn't want to talk to me. I could tell there was something bothering her but whatever it was she didn't want to share it with me" Elena said as she slowly twirled the cup of untouched blood in her hands. She stood in the kitchen leaning against the huge island as Stefan leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest, while listening to Elena's concerns. "We share everything with one another, always have."

"Well cut her a little bit of slack, it's gotta do something to your head when you lose time like she and Damon did last night. And we still don't know what the hell happened out there," He stated and Elena nodded in agreement as she bunched her brow in contemplation. "How is Damon acting?"

"Why don't you ask Damon?" The elder vampire entered the room throwing a glare at his brother as he passed him in the doorway and made his way to the microwave where he knew he'd find a perfectly made cup of blood courtesy of Elena.

"Ok, so how are you feeling?" Stefan asked as he watched his older brother take out his breakfast and take a big gulp of it.

"I'm dandy," Damon replied with a Cheshire grin on his mouth which instantly fell into a scowl at his Stefan. "Didn't know you cared so much baby brother,"

"This is serious Damon." Stefan said as he pushed his body from the doorframe and moved further into the kitchen to stand across from where his brother stood close to the sink. "If it had just affected you I might not be so concerned…"

"Nice," Damon blew out around a smirk as he rolled his eyes slightly and then took another drink from his cup.

"Whatever happened to you it happened to Bonnie too, so I really want to find out what this mist was and what it did to you two."

"I agree, we need to make sure whatever happened isn't something harmful to Bonnie," Elena added and Damon threw her a playful scowl.

"Gee thanks babe, your concern for 'me' is so sweet." Damon spoke out teasingly though not really bothered a bit by her words.

"You know I love you Damon, but Bonnie isn't a super being who virtually can't die." Elena defended.

"Give Witchy some credit, she's pretty damn powerful, besides she's died before and she came back stronger than ever." Damon proclaimed.

"But she's not immortal like us Damon," Stefan tossed in.

"And she hates it when people are discussing her when she's not around." Bonnie's voice filled the room as she crossed the threshold into the kitchen. She stole quick glances at Elena and Stefan but purposely avoided Damon as if looking at him would somehow expose the secret of what they had done in the gazebo to the others in the room.

"Hey," Elena greeted as she placed her cup atop the island and moved to her friend, grasped her hand, and tugged her over to the island so she could sit at one of the stools there. "You hungry, I can whip you up something?" Bonnie smiled warmly at her friend as she shook her head.

"I'm fine, don't have much of an appetite." She jumped a bit when Damon sat a tall glass of orange juice before her. She looked up to find Damon's eyes on her for a brief second before he turned and moved to the sink and placed his cup inside. "Thanks," She mumbled out to him and then the room fell silent for several moments before the quiet was interrupted by one of the groundskeepers rushing in through the side door that was connected to the kitchen.

"Mr. Stefan," The winded man directed to the Salvatore he was most acquainted with since Damon never spoke to them or acknowledged them in anyway.

"Hey Jack," Stefan regarded the man who was in his late 50's in concern.

"You're needed outside, out by the entrance, we found a body." Jack announced instantly gaining the interest of everyone in the room. "No one called the police, we knew that we should let you know and let you decide on how to proceed." Jack added. It was known among the sparse staff that was infrequently around the Salvatore mansion that there was something strange about the Salvatore's and strange happenings often occurred around them. So if a body showed up, which had happened on more than one occasion thanks to the carelessness of the older Salvatore brother, then the staff knew not to call the outside authorities. "Some young boy he couldn't have been more than 13 or 14." Jack stated and Stefan shot questioning eyes to Damon, who in turn looked back baffled as he shook his head no to the unasked question of if it had been his kill. "He was clutching this music box." Jack held it out and Bonnie was the one to move to the man and take it from his hand.

"Show me," Stefan commanded as he then followed the gardener out the door, with Damon and Elena right behind him. Elena paused when she noticed Bonnie was still standing in the kitchen studying the music box as if mesmerized by it.

"Bonnie, you ok?" Bonnie jumped a bit and sat the box on the table and moved to the door where Elena stood waiting.

"Yeah, let's go," She responded as she followed the others trek out.


TBC...