He hadn't wanted too but Damon had heard Stefan's final threat. He knew his brother, and he knew that whatever he set out to do he would manage to achieve. Nothing mattered to Damon anymore, only Elena, but he also knew that Stefan was now dangerous. He didn't know how he was dangerous, but an aura was leaking out of him, and it was the same feeling both Damon, and Elena had felt the other night, it was death.
Elena had just returned from seeing Bonnie, and was waiting on the old mattress that she and Damon had found earlier. She heard the door open, and ran to the door. Elena was taken aback when she saw the immense passion, and fear that had taken over Damon's appearance.
'Damon, what's happened, what's wrong? Damon… you're scaring me, tell me.' Elena's words spilled erratically out of her mouth. Damon's face fell at the fear he knew he had projected onto Elena, and he didn't want anything to spoil this exciting, and special relationship he had struck up with Elena. His shaking hands reached swiftly out to her, and pulled her into him, steadying his fears, and his body.
'Nothing baby, don't worry.' He whispered into the nape of her neck, before proceeding to gently peck it. Elena relaxed as his kisses ran along her neck, and her jaw line, and found their way to her lips. 'Damon…' she started before he sharply cut her off with a passionate kiss. His hands ran slowly down her back, and lifted her onto him. Her whole body cooperated without even having to think about it. Her body crumbled into him, as he slowly lay her down on the mattress. The passion was bursting through his veins with every kiss that was laid onto her supple body. Her dark needing eyes watched him as he brought his hand to her chin, against everything in his body he stopped.
'Not yet Elena, we can't, not here, not like this.' He exclaimed softly against her chin. 'Somewhere special.' Elena nodded gently, and leant her head into his chest while he wrapped his strong arms around her, and kept her close to him.