Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries, L.J. Smith does, I am just merely writing up a idea that popped into my head. All of The Vampire Diaries character's belong to her and not me.

Summary: What would happen if Elena lost her voice, would she be taken advantage of. How would Damon and Stefan react to this, How would everyone else react to this.

Author Comment: This is my first time writing a Vampire Diaries fanfiction, once again I apologize if anyone seems out of character. No Beta Reader yet either!

Also the music that inspired the first part and helped me write it (It may match it while being read) is Bloodstream by Stateless then after My December by Linkin Park when she awakes half asleep, half awake. Then Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode (it only inspired and helped a little) and finally Sort Of by Silversun Pickups.

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Damon found himself somehow in this room; Elena Gilbert's room. He was staring at her sleeping form. Her eye lids covered the twin pools of warm brown eyes, peacefully, her lashes upon her cheek were like dark crescent shadows. She looked serene, calm, and peaceful despite the things she had to go through.

He walked over to her sleeping form and brushed the strands of hair that were threatening to cascade over her eyes. He leaned in more and gently ran his hand across the side of her face, as he did the night after his brother's first big football game.

He walked closer and closer towards her slumbering form; her hair, chocolate brown tresses splayed out slightly onto the pillow and he continued on with trailing his finger down across her soft creamy skin.

After a few minutes of this affectionate gesture, he walked towards the chair underneath the white shelf that, held pictures and whatever else; which was beside the mirror. He discarded his shoes beside the chair, he discarded his jacket and gently draped it upon the chair.

He padded softly around Elena's other side and stealthily climbed under the covers. He smiled to himself; a mix of a smirk and a genuine smile of being content. He moved closer towards Elena and pressed himself gently against her warm sleeping body. Damon haphazardly threw an arm across her waist and took in her sweet scent.

He felt his eyes growing heavier and he succumbed to sleep himself, Elena's heart beating a regular, peaceful and soothing rate; helped lull him into slumber's grasp even more.


Elena felt warm which wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it was a good kind of warmth, it was soothing. She opened one eye slowly and looked at the clock, the numbers illuminated in the dark read: 4:30 in the morning.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes whilst she turned around slowly onto the other side. She wasn't really half aware of anything and didn't care at all about anything right now she was too sleepy and contently warm.

Elena leaned more into the warmth and smiled sleepily and placed her head onto something warm, comforting which had a comforting smell it's self.

She fell asleep smiling to nothing in particular, or at least that's what her mind told her.


Elena woke slowly and without opening to her eyes. She sighed happily; she was warm all over and smiled at the brief memory of what occurred when she awoke early in the morning, only to fall asleep on and to something warm and comforting. It held a nice warmth that kept her calm and feeling secure.

She felt something shift and she slowly opened her eyes and was met with sight of a piece of black material. Black material? She noticed her hand was placed onto the black material lazily and she noticed the soft feel of it.

Wait, what does the black material belong to?

She looked into the face of a sleeping peaceful Damon. Her eyes widened slightly.

What is he doing here? She realized as she noticed he was under the covers, lightly pressing against her. She swiftly checked if she was wearing pyjamas or if any article of clothing was missing and sighed in relief when she found that none were missing at all.

Elena glanced at Damon's face taking in his calm and peaceful expression. His hair was tousled slightly more than usual. She smiled but the thought why was he here? popped into her mind.

He's so warm…and he looks so peaceful and calm when he's asleep. There are no devious expressions or whatever on his face. She thought and smiled.

She quietly, not wanting to rouse him from his sleep shifted and then glanced at his face to see he was still sleeping. Still content at the warmth that wrapped around her like a blanket, Elena snuggled into her pillows more with her eyes open and turned her face as to face Damon's own sleeping face.

When she was about to close her eyes again and sneak in a little more minutes or an hour or so of sleep, she saw his blue, crystal and cerulean eyes snap open. As he seemed to focus, wake up and take in the sight of her; a smirk appeared on his face.

"Good Morning Elena." He used his usual cocky tone.

She rolled her eyes a little, now noticing that his arm was still thrown across her waist; she unlatched Damon's arm from her waist and got out of the covers, out of the bed and sat on the covers.

"Aw, No Good Morning, that really hurts." He said imitating a wounded person once again.

He laughed after a moment and stayed quiet. She stood up and started fixing her side of the covers and when she was done, she crossed her arms and gave Damon a look.

"What's with the look, that's not a nice way to treat your guests Elena and I must say I am a special guest." He grinned.

She went to say "Damon, what are you doing here?" or something else that was witty.

However when she went to speak, nothing but air came out. Basically she was mouthing words over here. What the hell! Don't tell me it happened already! I've lost my voice!

She heard a laugh and Damon say "Cat got your tongue?" she just stared and touched the hollow base of her throat.

Damon tilted his head to the side slightly with the smirk still on his face and said. "Are we playing charades? Because you know I'll win. Or are you testing my ability to hear, or something?"

She shook her head. She got an idea from what he said and began to make actions to convey to him what was wrong.

She pointed to her eye, then her throat and then she made a searching action as if she had lost something.

"So we are playing Charades." He stated with a smirk still on his face.

She repeated the actions and all she got from Damon was a confused expression. After a minute he sounding a little concerned said "What's wrong Elena?"

She pointed to her throat and he suddenly was in front of her and said "Your throat hurts? Does it hurt so bad you don't want to talk?"

She shook her head, annoyed she searched for a loose sheet of paper and pen. When she found both she wrote quickly and slightly messily and then thrusted out the paper towards Damon.

He grabbed it and began to read and then one of his eyebrows rose. "You lost your voice?" she nodded frantically with a happy look on her face.

He grinned at her and suddenly she got afraid, not because she thought he would feed on her or kill her or something like any of the two. No, she was afraid of what plans, devious plans were stirring up in that mind of his.

She swallowed as the grin faded and he gave her a sly smirk. She put out her hands and backed up slowly and shook her head. She quickly searched for a notebook or booklet with lined paper and she found the pad of paper she needed. She wrote something down and quickly handed him the paper and then backed up.

He smirked at her and looked at the piece of paper he was holding. A minute ticked by and she saw the smirk still on his face but with an eye brow raised.

"Damon no funny stuff…I mean it." he read this aloud and then laughed to himself.

"Aw…don't be a kill joy; you might like some of my plans or games." He walked closer towards her.

Elena began to write quickly, just in case Damon decided to walk closer while she was writing. She ripped it off and shoved it in his direction again; he grabbed it silently with an amused expression.

"Damon, right now…or really anytime at this point, do I want to know what these plans or 'games' (if you want to call them that) are." He read aloud once again and shook his head slightly, laughing a little with the smirk on his face.

Damon neared closer and Elena backed up almost hitting things.

"We'll see, Elena you might just change your mind later" He flashed a devious little grin with a devilish twinkle in his cerulean crystalline eyes. Damon sent that flirty eye gesture Elena's way and laughed while looking her up and down.

She wrote something else and handed it Damon as he was a step away. He grabbed it still amused.

"Damon, can you please move a little? I'd like to go shower" He grinned as he said these words.

"Fine, I'll just come with…you don't mind do you?" After a minute of her giving him a dirty look he just flashed a smile at her again.

"Good, let's go" He winked and she glared at him. She wrote something else and mouthed 'No way Damon' and gave him the paper.

"No way Damon! You're not joining me; you can use the shower after me if you want though." He sighed as he read these words and mockingly gave her a 'I'm hurt' expression.

He grinned though as he spoke. "Fine, kill my fun; you'd have loved me being in there with you" She rolled her eyes at this cocky remark. He winked again as he discarded the sheets of paper he had in his hands. He laid down on her bed lacing his fingers behind his head. She put her pad of paper and pen on the table.

She grabbed articles of clothing and stealthily tried to grab undergarments so she could avoid cocky or flirty remarks; she felt his eyes on her though. As soon as she got everything she'd need she dashed into the bathroom and locked it.

She entered the shower and turned the knob to the hot setting but she turned the cold on as well and began applying shampoo and massaging it into her hair and scalp. She washed out the shampoo and washed her herself with her soap and exited five minutes after.

She dried her hair and got rid of the excess water on both her hair and body with the towel. She began to brush her still damp hair with the intention of letting it air dry that way.

When she was finished she dressed her self in a light blue white dotted, lace camisole and dark black and comfortable, jean capris. She was simple today.

She exited the bathroom and padded with bare feet into her room only to see any sign of Damon not visible in the room. She began to look around and called out his name momentarily forgetting that she lost her voice and frowned when she remembered. Damon, where did you go? Wait, what is that smell; smells like something's cooking…?

She got her answer when a cocky voice came from the door. "Did you miss me?" She swiveled around and crossed her arms and went to speak but then shut her mouth and walked over the table, grabbed the pad of paper and pen and wrote something.

She ripped it and gave it to him. She grabbed thin ankle socks, put them on and walked to her closet and picked out flat heeled, black boots which embellished with silver studs. These were the one she wore when she went to Stefan's first football game and then gave her the Vervain necklace. At the thought of the necklace she adjusted the Vervain necklace.

"You're not funny, where did you go…what is that smell; it smells as if someone's been cooking." He read aloud and she turned around to face him.

"One I am funny, two no where I went to the boarding house to change and shower since you wouldn't let me shower with you" she raised her eyebrow at him and he sent her a smirk.

She noted he had showered; his own hair looked slightly damp and a bit curly in some parts. He was wearing the black t-shirt or sweater he had been wearing the day he told her he had to meet 'the teacher' and left her alone with Stefan, it was paired off with his black jeans and shoes.

"Three I'll show you myself" He held out his arm towards her and she took it still holding onto the pen and papers.

He walked down the stairs and brought her into the kitchen. She walked in to see the kitchen table with cereal boxes and two plates that held each a fork and knife and bacon, eggs, bagels and glasses of orange juice. There was an empty bowl beside one of the plate with a spoon.

"I didn't know what you'd want to eat so I made a moderate amount of various food." She just stared. She wrote something and gave it to him and he read "Thank you" a look crossed his face but she didn't have time to decipher what kind of expression it had been.

He simply nodded blankly and said "Your welcome" she heard an unknown emotion in his tone.

They each took spots at the table beside one another and ate in silence, it was a comfortable silence and not an awkward one; they didn't need to fill in the silence with meaningless, random words and bits of conversation. They just sat there eating and enjoying each other's company.


Author's Note: Hoped you liked the chapter and that it wasn't cheesy or corny. (or that it hasn't been for any previous chapters.) Damon's already started scheming, he seems quite amused at her losing her voice but concerned as well. We shall see what Damon's scheme's will be.

Until the next chapter. Please Review! ^^ Thank you for those who story/subscribed and favorited and reviewed once again. Thank you for everyone who's reading as well.