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A/N: And I'm back! Had some time on my hands and your reviews motivated me so much I felt I HAD to write more. Thank you to those who reviewed! I know I say appreciate it alot but I really do you guys!

ahem...now on to the story

Pairing: D/E

Chapter 4 - Dark Clouds Roll thier Way Over

Damon blurred through the Brazilian forest desperately. He frantically looked everywhere for a small figure in a purple sundress. Could this night get any worse?

~11pm Earlier at Night~

"So tell me Mr. Salvatore, what can I do for you?" Herman Moriera asked. He was in his 50's with pepper haired, he was a big man but on the chunky side. The kind of chunky that happened to muscular men once they age. Herman had cold black eyes with refined features that made him look like an academic rather than drug lord vampire.

Damon sat in front of his desk. They were in a hacienda in Calico one of the largest cocaine growing farms in the continent. "Stefan. Tell me where he is and nothing will happen."

"Are you threatening me?" Mr. Moreira began to laugh as if it was the most aburd idea ever.

" Don't think I can't take you pork chop?" Damon looked at him challenging/

The vampire stopped laughing "I'm 700 years old. You should show some respect."

"I can't take a vampire selling crack for a living seriously." He sneered at him.

The older vampire glared at him "It's a cover, what we have here a blood network, see those peasants out there?" Herman pointed outside to the people working the fields. "Those are not just peasants but our blood supply. Our slaves, brought from all over the world"

Damon looked outside in disgust. "A while ago I would have thought this was brilliant idea. A blood factory. But I was never a fan of slavery. Never as a human and not even now."

"We need this to ensure our survival. Why not profit from it?"

"Whose we?"

"Do not be stupid. I know she told you. I told her to." Herman sneered. "I had your brother but not anymore. Last time I saw him was in Mexico. He's already on the other side of the world." Suddenly more vampires surrounded Damon.

Damon sat back a in his chair taking in the new information. It was an ambush but he wasn't about to let Biggie see his weakness.

So the witch was a liar.

White witch my ass, he thought.

Damon couldn't believe he fell into that. Since when did he give people the benefit of the doubt? Pathetic. Now he had one more resort.

He continued to smirked at Herman. "I knew this was a trick."

The older vampire smiled satisfied that he had the upper hand. "Oh did you now?"

"Yes. It was all part of my plan you see. I wanted to you to catch me. I have a message. "

"Which is?"

Damon looked at the window again. "Damon Salvatore is coming for your ass."

Herman looked at him amused. "Is that another threat?"

"Well duh."

Suddenly guns were heard from the fields. All vampires turned around to see the peasants revolting outside. Everything was going according to plan, Damon had strategized this days before. Turns out the slaves have been for years planning a revolt against them collecting arms and ammunition. Made Damon's job so much easier all he had to do was compel the ring leader during the day to attack tonight and then set himself up to get caught by attacking people on the streets. It was suicide but Damon has become more desperate than ever.

A yell came from the doors and all vampires stood to see a bomb thrown with four seconds. All vampires stared dumbfounded was what was occurring Damon took the opportunity smash out of the window as an explosion was heard behind him. He hopped all of them were killed but he wasn't going to go back and check.

Damon turned around and saw the two story mansion burn. He didn't think this could work but he managed to pull it off. He knew he was probably wrong for manipulating the peasants they way he did and now they will most likely die. But he was never one to care about things like this. But he didn't feel anything about what he did. He was right to do this. Stefan and Elena needed him to be a monster if they were going to make it out of this alive.

Damon blurred away from the chaos, his thoughts completely occupied with Elena.

30 minutes later

Damon reached an apartment room and knocked on the door. An old woman in her 70's with her white hair pulled in a lose bun answered and said "Vem." Accepting the invitation Damon quickly walked in.

"Abrigado Thamara". He told her looking for Elena. Thamara had been living alone with no relatives, this made it easier for Damon to compel her and not worry about vistors to coming over. He instructed her not to allow anyone come in but him.

Elena sat in the dining table with napkin on her neck with a plate of rice and meat half finished in front of her. It was obvious Thamara was making her eat.

"Shouldn't have troubled yourself Thamara." He told the older woman.

Thamara shook her head not hearing any of it. "Too skinny, too skinny." She told him disapproving.

Damon sighed "I know. Thank you." He took Elena's forearm getting ready to leave.

The faster they were out of there the better, he needed to get to Porto Velho, get tickets and head to Europe. He didn't know where yet but all he knew Stefan wasn't on this continent. Herman could have lied but Damon deep down knew his brother was in Europe.

They bid Thamara goodbye and quickly left the building.

Soon as they hit the street a carnival was going on, thousands of people flocking to all events and attractions.

"Motherf-" Damon growled not finishing his sentence. Their getaway car was hiding five streets over from the building. He didn't want the car anywhere near Thamara's home since Elena was with her. He couldn't blur there without causing attention to themselves especially with so many people.

He looked over Elena hoping she was up for running if not he would carry her. Flying wouldn't work either, the sky was too clear and they the last thing he needed was his face on the news with a headline about a flying man. He looked at his watch, it was 11:30 pm which meant there was still a lot of time until sunrise. Damon took her hand and made a run for it.

Damon stopped suddenly sensing something was wrong. Could they be here already? He continued walking no longer wanting to run since it would only bring attention to him and Elena. They needed to blend.

They walked hurriedly through the crowd towards their car which was now two blocks away. By this time Damon knew they were definetly being followed but he couldn't make sudden movements just yet. He tightened his grip on Elena's hand and dragged her across the street. They stopped at an alley and he pushed himself on her against the wall. He peaked out and saw two move out from behind the food stand, Damon scanned to see if her could find the other four he saw earlier. Nothing. Shit, he thought.

Suddenly Damon heard something swoosh and stab on his side. Damon cried out in pain and grasped his side.

"Vervain." He grimaced.

The next second he heard a scream. It was Elena's scream. He whipped his head around and saw a curly haired vampire grab Elena's arm, smiling ruthlessly at Damon. Ignoring the pain Damon was about to attack but before he could he saw a fist punched through his opponent chest ripping out his heart. The fist belonged to another vampire but Damon couldn't see him very well in the shadows and partly because the pain was blinding him. Damon doubled over in pain but not before he caught a glimps of a purple running out of the alley. Damon immediately knew Elena was running and he blurred after her.

By the time he was out on street there was no sign of her. Damon cursed and conjured as much fog as he could so she wasn't so easily exposed to the other vampires. The only problem is that it made it that difficult for him as well. The only way he could find her was feeling for her emotions using the blood bond he had with her. But since she was basically devoid of emotions. Damon wasn't sure it would work. He blurred fast through the confused crowed and noticed more vampires were blurring as well, he took out his wooden dagger and ran at them instantly killing them. He felt a terror ripple across his chest, it was Elena's fear.

"Elena!" He yelled out.

Present time~~~

Damon noticed the trees violently moving east, he flew higher into the sky above the fog get a better look. There he saw Elena quickly running through the forest. He flew faster targeting her pursuers and he grabbed the female vampire by her black braid and threw her across forest and staked her before she could get up. He lifted from the ground and looking for the other two vampires but he saw Elena stop at waterfall looking down.

"What are you doing?" He whispered to himself.

Elena looked wildy back at her pursuers running after her and smiled insanely. Just as he was closing in on her, Damon heard her.

"I'll kill myself before you can have me."

Damon felt a stab of fear at the bottom of his stomach as he watched Elena throw herself off the cliff. The vampires tried to follow her off the cliff trying to get her, but Damon was faster hitting the ground, he blurred past them using his arms to push them back and staking them both in the chest in one swift movement. Within seconds he ran off the cliff. Ten seconds before she hit the water, he caught her protectively and braced for the impact. They both crashed into the water.

Damon's back slammed into a rock near the surface. He clenched his jaw suppressing himself from crying out in pain immediatly feeling multiple bones break. Still holding on to Elena they both submerged deeper into the water. She was unconscious, but he still couldn't move not until his injuries healed themselves which could take too long. Especially since it's been over a month and a half since he fed. He was too caught up with Elena and Stefan he simply didn't take care of his needs. Bad idea.

The water became red but he knew it was his blood. He couldn't taste Elena's which relieved him. He heared her heart beat starting to slow. He winced as he tried to move his arms, his right wrist was broken and this left shoulder was dislocated. His legs were in no better shape, there was no way he could swim. Ignoring the pain he grabbed Elena's face and forced his lips on hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth and began to breathe air into her. Come on Elena wake up, open your eyes. He pleaded in his mind watching her. Breathe Baby. Suddenly her heart began to beat faster and faster. Elena opened her eyes and looked at him alarm.

She immediately kicked away from him and swam towards the surface. He watched her swim towards the surface and felt a wave of relief wash over him. Soon as he felt some of his bones heal he followed her direction. He painfully crawled on to the river bank out of the surface and saw Elena lying on the river bank trembling.

"Elena!" He called out. "Elena!" He buckled onto the ground; his wounds were still not healing as quickly. Dammit I need to feed. He waited for a few moments and continued crawling towards her. He stopped over her. "Elena? Are you okay?"

She stopped and turned to face him "Da-Damon?" She whispered reaching out to touch his face.

Damon closed his eyes to her touch and them opened then stared intensely into her chocolate eyes. She was back, his Elena was back. Her eyes said it all. Suddenly he collapsed on top her unable to support himself.

"Damon?" She sat up craddling him on her lap.

Overcome with so many emotions he said nothing and nodded in acknowledgment.

Her eyes welled up in tears. "Why? Why didn't you just let me die?" Elena croaked out.

Damon's eyes sparked with rage at her words. Was she fucken serious?

He couldn't speak, he didn't trust himself to. Damon could not get over the fact that her first sentence in over a month was about her asking him why he didn't let her die. The fact that she was willing to kill herself at all him unbelievably enraged. After all he did to keep her alive! He struggled to control himself.

Elena realizing what she said, she took back her words. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm sorry Damon. For everything I am sorry."

Damon knew she was apologizing for many reasons, many of them were not necessary.

"Don't." he said rather harshly, rolling off her lap. Elena jumped by his tone.

" It's okay." Damon swallowed staring straight at the sky.

She nodded tearfully.

They remained like that until sun came up. Though Damon was long before healed, he just couldn't face her without wanting to rip her heart out or suck her dry.

Say what! Damon flies? Yes he does. Well my version does. I'm not sure how right that is considering the novels (which I never read but I did wiki to reseach. Fruitless unless I missed it?) and the show (which I thought he did in the first episode). Can anyone set me straight on that? Please?

I didn't want to but...Marcella is corrupt...I honestly thought I was going to keep her as an ally...but it had to be done for the story

And more importnantly...ELENA IS BACK! Finally! Now we can get our dynamic dou go full throtle. I think this calls for a celebration! But is she back to her old self? maybe...maybe not.

Hope everyone liked it! I know it was a little on the short side compared to the last chapter but hopefully it was good. Please review if you did! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter or the story!