Surprise! A quick update! All your amazing reviews made me want to write more! I had something else planned for this chapter but these two wanted some blood play. And I can't deny Delena what they want! So enjoy and don't read if you're not into blood sharing!

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According to Damon's GPS there wasn't a hospital around for miles so he settled on the local bar, finding some random girl to flirt with, sneak out the back, feed on and compel to forget. He didn't think a thing of it. It was survival. He never considered the brown haired beauty back at the hotel, naked in his bed; awake and worried she'd been left alone.

Elena woke up and forgot where she was for a moment. She suddenly remembered and looked around, expecting to find Damon in bed with her. It was empty. She got up and discovered her bag at the end of the bed. She opened it and found a few clothes and toiletries and made her way into the master bath. The shower felt amazing and she expected Damon to come in any moment and join her. She blushed at the thought. But he never showed up. Curious and beginning to grow worried, she shut off the water, dressed and left the master bedroom to explore the rest of the suite. It was huge but not that glamorous. There was a small kitchenette that was void of any food as her stomach rumbled, reminding her she was starving! Damon wasn't in the living room or the other bedroom, but she did spot a passed out Alaric sprawled across the bed. She softly laughed, closing the door. Elena was starting to worry that Damon had left them there. Maybe this was his plan, to find somewhere to abandon her with Alaric, knowing he'd wake up and get them both home so Damon could move on without them. She shook the worry away, thinking surely Damon wouldn't do such a thing.

She decided to order room service and peeked out the window to see it was growing dark again in the random small town they'd stopped for the night. She must have slept a while, as she felt fairly rested. Remembering her phone, she went back to the master bedroom to call Damon. It went to voicemail and she grew too angry leave a message so she just hung up. Where the hell was he?

Just then there was a knock at the door. It was room service with her dinner. She'd ordered breakfast for dinner, mostly because she could and because nothing else sounded good. She ate a couple pancakes and some scrambled eggs and put the tray in the hallway. Elena dialed Damon's number again and this time he answered.

"Well good morning sunshine." He joked on the other end.

"Where the hell are you?" Elena asked, relieved he'd answered but still worried.

"I was hungry. I'm on my way back. In fact I'm pulling up now." He said, not waiting for her reply. Damon felt a twinge of guilt for not telling her he was leaving but Elena was a big girl and he didn't plan on being gone as long as he was.

"Fine." She said through her teeth and pushed the end button on her phone, throwing it on the floor. It didn't break but she felt better for a brief moment.

Elena paced the floor, wondering where Damon had gone to 'eat' when the suite door opened.

Damon shut the door behind him and walked up to Elena, pulling her into his arms. "Mmm, you look beautiful and smell wonderful. How did you sleep?"

Elena pushed him away. "Where did you go?"

Damon put his hands up. "Ok, before you get all domestic on me, I'm sorry. I should have left you a note or something. I just knew I was hungry and couldn't do anything about it sitting here."

Elena crossed her arms over her chest. "Why not? I have blood. Why not feed from me?"

"Because you're not a Capri Sun, Elena. I was really hungry." He said, plopping on the couch, kicking off his shoes.

She glared at him and felt a tad grateful that he didn't want to drain her but grew curious at where he did find blood. "So did you find a blood bank or something?"

Damon twisted his mouth. "No, nothing around here with bagged blood."

Elena shook her head, not believing what she was about to ask. "So who did you feed from?"

"I think you mean whom?" Damon corrected her, folding his hands together and resting them on his stomach, giving her a playful smirk.

"This is not the time to be an ass. I'm serious. Who?" Elena repeated.

"Fuck, I didn't ask her name? Not like she'll remember anyways. What's the big deal?" He shrugged.

"If you don't know the answer to that question then I don't know why we are even together!" Elena shouted.

"This is us together?" Damon scoffed. "Really? Tell me Elena, who knows about us? Hmm? Anyone? Bonnie? Caroline? Matt? Stefan?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "What does that have to do with you finding some tramp to feed from? How is that supposed to make me feel? We have amazing sex and you leave as soon as I fall asleep to go suck some random stranger's neck? UGH!" Elena shouted and started to stomp out of the room but Damon was in front of her before she could blink.

"You know what I am. You know I'm not like Stefan. I don't leave your side to go hunt down prairie dogs and cute little bunnies, okay? You know I need blood to survive. This wasn't about sex. It wasn't about leaving you to find someone else to fool around with." Damon pushed Elena's still damp hair away from her face and framed it in his palms. "Look at me. I'm in love with you. If I could have stayed and held you all day I would have. It was only about surviving."

Elena pouted but melted at little at Damon's words. "I don't like it Damon. I've never been jealous but it makes me crazy when other women even look at you. Do you know how sick it makes me to think of you putting your lips on another woman's body?" She growled with disgust. Damon sighed but Elena continued. "Think of the situation if it were reversed. Would you be okay with someone else feeding from me? Another guy?" She didn't dare mention Stefan. Damon growled. "Exactly, so how is it fair for you to ask me to be okay with this?"

"I'm sorry. Look this is me, Damon Salvatore apologizing. Alert the papers. What do you expect me to do?" He looked into her eyes, pleading with her to understand.

"Feed from me," she said, the lust returning to her eyes and she pressed her body to his and wrapped her arms around him. Damon moaned. She was like a hit of heroine that he couldn't say no to. "If we were in Mystic Falls it would be different," Elena explained. "But if you can't get bagged blood on the road then feed from me."

"Elena, you'd be too weak. I'd have to give you some of my blood and make sure you ate well and it would be somewhat of a slippery slope." He said, unaware his fingers were caressing her neck.

"I've had your blood before, what's the difference? If its survival then lets survive together." Elena knew what she was asking. They'd been through this in the heat of the moment but planning to share blood seemed infinitely more serious. She knew doing this with Damon would make anything she had with Stefan seem like a silly crush but she was already so far gone that she didn't care. She wanted Stefan safe but she was in love with Damon, the two were incomparable in her mind.

Damon shook his head but his mind relented and suddenly he was thirsty again. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck. "Do you know what you're asking?

Elena nodded. "Yes." She softly said.

"You know that once we do this there's no going back to Stefan, no pretending you didn't want me, none of that." He warned.

"Exactly, maybe this will also make you realize that I'm not going back to Stefan. I choose you." She said looking into his clear, blue eyes.

Damon pressed his lips together and drew a breath.

"So?" Elena began. "Are you still…hungry?"

"For you? Always." He growled before pulling her in for a searing kiss.

"So, how do you want to? I mean…" She trailed off, feeling flushed and suddenly innocent.

"Come on," Damon took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He pulled her onto the bed with him and lay down. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right."

Elena shivered as she curled into Damon's side. He leaned over her, kissing her neck gently and pulling her hair to the side. "I want you to know, what feels like a sexual moment between us, well it's not how it is when I find some random girl."

Elena sighed. "Damon now is not the time to remind me of what you just did."

"No, look at me." He moved back so they could gaze into each other's eyes. "It's the difference between having a cheeseburger at the corner McDonald's because you're starving and there's nothing else to eat and eating strawberries and whip cream off of each other in bed."

Elena smirked at the thought.

"Ah, there's my dirty girl." Damon smirked back. "But do you understand?"

She nodded. "Still doesn't make it hurt less though."

"I know," Damon said, breathing in her scent as his lips danced on her skin. "How about I make you forget all about that."

Elena nuzzled into Damon's shoulder as he planted more kisses around the vein that was calling to him. Elena's heart sped up and Damon laughed. "You're going to have to take a deep breath and calm down Elena."

"Easier said than done." Elena said as she felt her body responding to Damon's lips grazing her skin.

Damon turned and kissed Elena slowly, like they had all the time in the world. She became hypnotized as her lips lazily entwined with his. There was nothing in the world like being kissed by Damon Salvatore. It was indescribably amazing. Elena relaxed enough for Damon to move over to her ear and down her throat to the nape of her neck. He'd tasted Elena before but had never had the pleasure of her laid out in front of him, willing to become his personal buffet. He took a deep breath as his face change and he descended, sliding his fangs into her skin. Elena gasped for a moment and then moaned as pleasure coursed throughout her body. Damon moaned along with her, reeling in the taste and sensation of Elena's blood. It was fucking amazing. He grew hard as he continued sucking on her pulsing vein. Thankfully he'd already fed because he was feeling a bit greedy as he continued drinking her in until he heard Elena sigh and her heart slow a bit. He pulled back and ran his tongue along the two small wounds. He looked in Elena's eyes and saw her sleepily gazing at him with a smile on her lips.

"So? Satisfied?" She asked.

"You're going to be the death of me." He shook his head.

"Well thankfully you're already dead." She said as her eyebrows drew together.

He laughed. "Your turn." He bit his wrist and held it over her lips. "You make the first move, I promised myself I wouldn't force you to drink my blood again."

Her expression changed at the memory. "I know you were only doing what you thought was right."

Damon nodded. "Glad you've come to your senses. Bleeding here…" He held up his wrist.

Elena smiled and took his wrist with both hands, bringing it to her lips as she latched on and began to suck. Damon's blood was exactly as she remembered: sweet and tangy and incredibly Damon. When she'd last drank from him it was out of force and she was still convinced her heart belonged to Stefan. She was also kind of freaked out about the whole Klaus thing so needless to say it was very different from what was going on in her head at this moment. Damon was amazed Elena was taking this blood swapping things so well that he didn't notice the sound of Alaric waking in the other room. It wasn't until they heard his voice that they both snapped out of their trance, realizing they weren't actually alone.

"Hello? What the hell?" Alaric called, standing in the middle of the living room.

"Party's over." Damon said, pulling his arm away from Elena as he kissed her head and walked out to greet Alaric.

"Well look who's sobered up!" Damon exclaimed at Alaric.

Alaric looked like he'd been asleep for days, hair a mess and his clothes weren't looking much better. He blinked and looked around. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Small town USA." Damon smirked, plopping on the couch.

Alaric sat in a chair across from him, rubbing his eyes. "No, seriously."

"Seriously? Somewhere in North Carolina. I wasn't paying attention. You agreed to come with me and help Elena and I find Stefan." Damon explained.

Alaric put his head in his hands and groaned. "You mean I was drunk and you kidnapped me?"

"I did not kidnap, you were drunk and willing." Damon said, drawing his eyebrows together.

Elena lay there for a few moments listening to the exchange and trying to feel less turned on. She was fully clothed but felt like they'd been caught having sex. She sighed and followed Damon out into the living room. Alaric took one look at her and then her neck and rolled his eyes.

"Well this is new." Alaric said looking at Damon.

Damon shrugged and Elena took her place beside Damon.

"Does Stefan know you're coming to rescue him with his girlfriend as your personal chew toy?" Alaric spat.

Elena sighed. "I know this doesn't look good but," she hesitated and looked at Damon who was eagerly waiting to hear her explanation. "Damon and I are together now."

"How long was I out?" Alaric rubbed his face.

Elena laughed and looked at Damon who was looking pleasantly intrigued at Elena's announcement, even if it was just to Alaric. "Not that long. We haven't told people because well there's just always something more important going on…and I wanted Stefan to know first."

Alaric stood up and crossed the room. "So you want to find Stefan to tell him you're with Damon now?"

"No." Elena said.

"Stefan has gone off the deep end with Klaus." Damon explained. "He's drinking human blood, lots of it."

Alaric squinted. "I had a dream that there were empty blood bags scattered all over my apartment.

"Wasn't a dream man," Damon replied.

"Shit, when does it end?" Alaric shook his head.

"When Klaus is dead." Elena said and both men looked at her questioningly. "We have to kill him. He should be dead already. I think that should be our plan."

"Well sure and I want world peace." Damon retorted.

"There has to be a way. We'll find it. I believe in you." Elena said as placed her hand on Damon's cheek.

"Well this is cute and all but what now?" Alaric asked.

"Now we get both of you some food," Damon began, standing up to grab the room service menu. "And then we head to Duke to meet Katherine."

"Oh man, you've got to be kidding me." Alaric said as Damon tossed the menu at him.

"I don't kid around about that bitch. She's a good resource, we'll need her." Damon said flatly.

Alaric looked through the menu and handed it to Elena. "I already ate," she replied, "You can go ahead an order."

Damon picked up the menu and made a face at her. "We made a deal. Eat again."

"Oh kay," she said sighing, "guess I'll eat again."

Damon gave her an approving nod as she picked out something else to eat. They ordered, ate, and got ready to hit the road again. Soon enough they were all crowded back into Damon's sports car and on the road, headed to meet the bitch that started all of this mess.

So, what'd you think? Most of this chapter wrote itself so that was kinda fun! I already have a plan for the next chapter so I may get it up by this weekend!

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