Elena sits in her bed staring up at the ceiling. Luckily she hadn't sold her apartment yet, so it had been easy to move back in. The plan was to get out of here, to get as far away from here, vampires, and the Salvatore's as possible, but Elena is having a very hard time sticking to that plan considering her feelings about a certain dark haired man, a man she kissed this morning. A kiss that electrified her entire being. A kiss that sent shivers up her spine, and an excruciating pulse to awaken between her thighs. That kiss sent all rational thoughts out of the window. Elena Gilbert has been completely swept into the tidal wave of Damon Salvatore, and vise versa. Elena even had trouble pulling away from him, leaving without allowing him to explore every square inch of her body, leaving without exploring every bit of his. That thought alone causes her to drool with want as she thinks of Damon's body colliding with hers, his lips against hers, him inside of her. Elena has never felt this way about anyone in her years, she has never felt a feeling so powerful. Maybe it is all too soon, but they have a connection unlike any other, and who was she to try and break the unbreakable?

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Damon is sitting amongst several night walkers as he leans against the palm of his hand, completely out of the current discussion. Usually Damon is the one giving the orders, calling the shots, but not this time as he sits at the head of the table completely silent. Whatever they are discussing is irrelevant though, the only thought that plagues his mind is Elena. Thinking about her causes a thick smirk to make its way onto his face. Damon has never felt this way, has never acted this idiotic over just one girl. Of course he knows that this will only turn out badly, how could it not? Damon is a vampire, Elena is a human, there is no way that would ever work, for a short period of time, yes, but for a long while? How selfish could he be? To steal her human life away from her? To take all of her youthful years away? Elena is only twenty-three, she should be dating men that could eventually place a ring around her finger. She should be spending time with those men, the men that can give her children and grow old with her. Damon can't give her that even if he wanted to, it's impossible on every level. By spending time with him, she is just wasting her precious time. As much as it physically pains him, maybe this isn't such a sagacious idea after all.

"Damon?" Luke calls his name out as Damon snaps out of his depressing thoughts and returns his attention to the people surrounding him.

"Yeah."

"So Enzo is dead, who killed him?" Luke questions bluntly and out of the corner of Damon's eye he sees Stefan as he looks to the ground, everybody waiting for the inevitable.

"I killed him." Damon answers honestly and the expected gasp echoes through the mansion as all of the people besides him and Stefan react to the news. "Turns out Enzo was the vampire who killed all those people, and those four Bennett witches."

"Enzo?"

"Uh huh," Damon nods, confirming everybody's suspicion. Everybody whispers and chatters about the skeptical topic, but Damon knows the truth because there hasn't been any drama since than, well not in the supernatural world anyway. His world is filled with drama including the fact that his brother believes that he compelled Elena to forget about all of this when he really didn't, instead he kissed her. He got all emotional and caught up in the moment and so he kissed her like an idiot. Stefan will find out eventually and Elena will soon realize that their relationship can't happen. He can be selfish, but when it comes to her he can only be selfless. Elena deserves better than him, she deserves better than his evilness, and all of the burdens he will lay on her. Elena deserves to actually live her life free of vampires, him, and everything else in this chaotic world. Maybe he should have compelled her, as he sits here now he begins to question whether or not his brother had been right.

"Alright well the only way to find out is if we go find out for ourselves, plus we could use a little fun don't you think Damon?" Stefan questions as he looks at his pensive brother.

"What? Fun? Since when do you have fun?" Damon chuckles even though chuckling is the last thing he wants to do right now.

"Well, I say you and I take a trip to go see some Bennett witches just to clear the air, and then really just let loose. What do you guys say?" Stefan questions as everyone shouts in delight around them. Since when is Stefan the fun brother? Has he stepped into an alternate universe where Stefan is the carefree brother and he is the brooding, pinning one. If he is, he needs to get back to reality fast.

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Damon and Stefan are walking down the busiest street of New Orleans, people pass them consistently but Damon doesn't notice much and just feels as if his feet are moving unconscionably.

"Damon?" Stefan calls out his brother's name a few times as Damon eventually transfers his attention from his thoughts to his brother.

"What?"

"What is wrong with you? This whole day you have acted like your life is ending." Stefan questions, intrigue covering his voice.

"Nothing lets just go." Damon shakes his head as he brushes his brother's questions off and opens the door of one of the Bennett witches shops. The door dings and instantly all eyes turn to the two brothers standing here at the front door. New Orleans is known for voodoo and witches, little do people know is that they truly do exist. Many of the Bennett witches own voodoo shops, just for fun of course. This shop happens to be owned by the one and only Lucy Bennett, one of the most powerful witches in all of the city.

"Well, well, well, look who it is." Lucy struts over to the two brothers, her heels clanking against the floor. The tall woman is intimidating and usually Damon would find her sexy, in fact he slept with her not too long ago, but the minute Elena stepped into his life she somehow pushed every other woman to the side.

"Hello Lucy." Damon smirks, trying to play off the heartache he actually feels at the moment.

"Alright everybody out, we have to close early." Lucy calls out to the few customers lurking the store. The people oblige to her orders as they all file out of the shop, one of the woman looking the two handsome men up and down as she walks out. Damon smirks and waves his hand at her, while Stefan rolls his eyes at his brother's doings.

"So how did I get so lucky to have both of the Salvatore's in my shop at the same time?" Lucy smirks flirtatiously.

"We came to say that we are very sorry about the death of the four witches, but that problem is taken care of." Stefan informs her broodingly and Damon is relieved when he hears that mellow tone voice once again, and the Earth is back on its axis.

"Good, but those four dead witches are still dead."

"Can't save them all, should've been more careful." Damon responds snarkily.

"So they should have." Lucy agrees as she struts back over to the counter and runs her hands over the glass. "Is that all you came to tell me? That the city will be peaceful again?" She giggles.

"Yeah, and now that we have, goodbye Lucy." Damon nods in her direction as he turns for the door and walks out thankfully. Being in there is like torture as Damon sucks in the fresh air. Stefan comes out of the shop not to long after as he smacks Damon on the back of head.

"Ow." Damon whines dramatically as he touches the spot on his head that Stefan had slapped.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You were supposed to be nice." Stefan shakes his head at his brother.

"Nice is your thing remember?" Damon responds snarkily as he shoves his hands into his pocket and begins walking down the street once again. His stomach than drops when he sees Elena moving around in the cafe, completely visible through the glass windows.

"Is that Elena? I thought you compelled her to leave?" Stefan questions as he notices the brunette woman as well.

"I compelled her to forget what we are, I never said I compelled her to leave town." Damon tells his brother, little does he know that Damon didn't compel her at all, in fact she still knows every single thing.

"Oh, well that's good." Stefan nods. "She deserves to live her life without knowing about all that stuff."

"Yep." Damon steers away from the cafe as he tries to walk by it as fast as possible, but that doesn't stop his eyes from finding her as they walk by. Her navy blue apron tied tightly around her gorgeous body, and her brown, silky hair sways around as she travels from table to table. How is he ever going to do what he needs to do? Then, as if she can feel his presence she lifts up her head and their eyes lock like two oppositely attracted magnets. A smile comes across her face as she sees him, but Damon doesn't reciprocate the gesture as he turns his head and continues to walk down the street side by side with his unenlightened brother. If he smiles she will only receive false expectations that he can't live up to. At first he wanted her, hell he still does, but now that he knows her, now that he feels something for her he realizes that it would be selfish of him to be with her.

Damon and Stefan continue walking until they are back at the mansion, vampires filing in and out.

"What the hell is this?" Damon questions as people crowd around the house.

"I told you, we are having fun. The night walkers are never going to follow us if we don't let them let loose once and awhile. The past couple weeks all we have done is figure out this and that and now that the problem is solved I figured they would respect us more if we let them indulge in a little fun." Stefan waves his hand from right to left, and Damon notices that several humans lurk the mansion as well, little do they know that they are the meal.

"Okay, just make sure nobody dies." Damon rolls his eyes as he grabs his favorite crystal bottle of bourbon and trudges up the stairs. Usually Damon is all for a good soirée and delicious meal, but tonight he just feels an extensive amount of exhaustion as he strolls into his bedroom. The massive bedroom is quiet as Damon shuts the door, keeping out any vampires or humans that actually feel the need to walk upstairs. Damon strolls over to his king sized bed as he swallows the amber liquid. Damon lies back, still dressed, as his head hits the mattress and he stares up at the familiar ceiling. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just forget about her and move on? He wondered that same question until he heard a slight knock at his bedroom door.

"Occupied." Damon calls out, bothered that someone would even try to come in here, and if it's Stefan that is even more annoying. The door then creaks open slowly as Damon lets out an overblown sigh. "I said-" Damon begins to speak until he rises and notices the person standing there in front of his door. His words fall and his breath halters as Elena stands there pure and perfect, her skin glowing under the faint light.

"Hey." Elena greets him subtly, her silky voice reaching his ears.

"Hey back." Damon responds, both of them still positioned in the exact same spot. "What are you doing here?" Damon questions.

"Oh, umm I overheard someone talking about it and I thought that maybe we should talk." Elena stutters out nervously, obviously both of them are on edge at the moment.

"Oh," Damon lets out, words completely escaping him at the moment. He doesn't know what she is thinking, and she doesn't know what he is thinking, both of them completely in the dark as they look at each other lustfully.

"If you don't want me here I can go." Elena responds insecurely, if only she knew what he wants, what he wants to do with her. He doesn't want her to go, he want to throw her against the bed and blow her mind, and yet he can't because that would be selfish, and he can't be selfish when it comes to Elena Gilbert.

"No, that's okay, I think we should talk." Damon rises to his feet dejectedly as he places the bottle of bourbon onto the dresser. Elena stands there anxiously, waiting for him to say whatever it is he needs to.

"So about yesterday morning, what now?" Elena questions. Damon shakes his head back and fourth as turns to meet her stance. She looks so unsure, so vulnerable as she stands there waiting for him to say something.

"Elena I think it was a mistake." Damon reveals to her painfully.

"What?" Elena gasps, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth, he was the one who kissed her, of course she kissed him back but he was the one who started it, and now he is calling it a mistake?

"Elena you don't get it, this could never work."

"So what you're just not even going to try? Did it even mean anything to you?" Elena questions, hurt vibrating through her tone.

"Are you kidding? I had wanted to kiss you since the second I met you, of course it meant something." Damon tells her truthfully.

"Then why are you so set on pushing me away?" Elena questions vulnerably as she takes another step towards Damon.

"You think I want to push you away?" Damon questions, his eyes wide and his voice full of poignant emotion. "I don't want to push you away, I want you Elena, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because this," Damon points between both of them with his finger. "We could never work, you want to know why? Because you are a human and I am a vampire and that's the way it is. I will always look like this Elena, and every year you will get older, and it's not that I care about that but what I do care about is you and I refuse to let you waste your life with me."

"Waste my life? What the hell do you mean?" Elena shouts, desperate for answers.

"I mean you are young, you should be dating men who could eventually marry you and give you children, a person you could grow old with, a human man."

"Damon." Elena leads on faintly as she shakes her head back and fourth painfully, and deep down she knows he is right too.

"And as much as I wish I could be, I can't be selfish with you Elena!" Damon yells as he locks his eyes with her now hurt ones. "I can't take away your life away from you Elena. You deserve all of that and I can't give it to you ever."

"Well, who said I want all that? Did you ever ask me what I want?" Elena begins to shout back, that familiar stubbornness jumping out at him once again. Damon shakes his head, not knowing what to do or say.

"Look at me." Elena demands as she grabs his muscular arm and turns him so that he is facing her. "You are not allowed to make my decisions for me, if you don't want this then fine, I'll leave and I will never bring it up again, but you can't make up my mind for me. I want this Damon, that is my decision and you can make yours but nothing you say will change mine!"

"Elena you don't get it!"

"I do! I do get it Damon and maybe you're right, maybe this isn't going to work but I have spent my whole life running from things and I don't want to run anymore, I want you." Elena tells him honestly, her voice breaking every now and than. Damon can't help but get caught up in those brown orbs as he questions everything, everything that has happened so far and what could happen if he really let this happen.

"I could still compel you." Damon reveals as he steps dangerously close to the stunning woman.

"Then do it." Elena pushes back, powerful strength coating her voice.

"I could just make you forget me entirely." Damon leads on as her breath glides across the side of his cheek, making him quiver with want.

"So go ahead." Elena steps closer to him as she presses her chest to his, the feeling of her body against his sends an ache through his body, an ache that pleads to touch her, feel her, and the hardened member in his pants completely agrees.

"Elena, don't." Damon shakes his head as she brings her delicate hand up slowly and slides it across the back of his neck. The room is dark, silent, the only sounds resonating through the bedroom are the fire crackling and their heavy breathing. Damon's head slowly lowers, and she swallows roughly, glazing her tongue over her dry bottom lip as they stare at each other desperately. Damon slides his larger hand up her back as she shutters against him, every single atom in her body pleading for him to touch her in every way possible. The hand placed along his neck travels down until she is resting it upon his cheek. Damon should turn away, or push her away, or just compel all of this away, but he knows deep down that he could never as he lowers his head slowly connecting his lips with hers for the second time. The first kiss is light and gentle as they tear away for a moment, but that moment doesn't last long when Elena swings her arm around his neck, pulling him deeper into her. Damon's hands grab onto her waist, hauling her into him. How did their conversation transform from that to this so quickly? That is the thing, everything about their relationship is quick, both of them diving deep without any rational thought. Damon tried to think rationally, he wanted to be able to let her go, to give her the life she deserves, but the second she walked through that door with that same gentle smile he lost it. He tried to hold his ground, but when it comes to Elena that is hard to do.

"Elena wait," Damon tears his head away from her, breaking their joined lips. Both of their breath is heavy as she falls against him, her chest still pressed up against his, her lips now swollen after too good of a kiss.

"Why?"

"I don't want to mess this up." Damon speaks emotionally, actual fear evident in his husky voice.

"It won't." Elena runs her hand over his shirt covered chest, her breathing slowly diminishing as she breathes him in. Damon can't help but grant her what she desires as he drops his lips to her neck, slowly sucking on her pulse point. Elena's breath falters as she quivers in his embrace. She softly moans as Damon finds the direct spot on her neck that makes her whole body shutter. Damon leaves gentle kisses all across her chest as she fists her hands in his soft, black hair, her fingernails scratching against his scalp.

"Damon." She whispers faintly as Damon runs his hand up the inside of her shirt, feeling her warm body underneath his hand. Elena than brings him back up to her once again as she kisses him once more, this time it's forceful and passionate as he slides his hand out from beneath her shirt and underneath her ass. He lifts her up so that her legs are wrapped around his waist as he carries her over to his bed. Elena falls willingly as her hair sprawls across the massive bed and he grinds against her smaller body. They should probably talk, about them, about him, about her, but at the moment neither of the two want anything else but each other.

"Elena, are you sure?" Damon questions as he kisses the edge of her jaw.

"Uh huh," Elena breathes out slowly as she caresses his cheek with her hand once again. Elena had never felt a feeling like this before, something so powerful that it made your head spin, something so magnetic that she can't help but give in and allow herself to connect with him, it is consuming. Damon's hands run wondrously around her body, exploring her in ways she usually never allows any other person. After everything she knows, you would think she would be scared, untrustworthy of him, and yet she never trusted anyone more with her body. She doesn't know what that means or how that even happened but somehow Damon grasped her trust, and she grasped his. Damon kisses her once more before he is tugging at the ends of her shirt. Elena's pulls at the end of his as well before tugging it over his head and off of his body. Elena's hands find his perfectly sculpted body as she runs her hands over his torso nervously. He watches her poignantly as she kisses his neck, and then his cheek, and then his lips, wrapping an arm around him as she brings him impossibly closer. Damon than lifts her shirt over her head before throwing it to the ground. He runs a hand up her torso as he revels in this moment, in her beauty. Elena's breathing is heavy as her chest rises and falls rapidly, causing her boobs to bounce lightly inside her bra. Damon shakes his head in astonishment as he grips one of her breasts with his hand and kisses her neck, Elena loses it in response as her head falls back and the noises she makes just makes Damon desire her even more. Damon lowers himself as he travels down her body and pops her jeans open. He glides the zipper down slowly as he slides the material down her smooth legs seductively. Elena watches him intensely as her legs quake with want, in fact her whole body quakes with want. Once her jeans are off, Elena's body is completely exposed to Damon as he takes in her beauty, her olive skin that glows even through the dark night. She is so beautiful that he gets enraptured in her body for a moment. Damon glides his hand up her smooth thighs slowly as he kisses the insides of them unhurriedly, taking his time to appreciate every beautiful attribute of hers. Elena swallows roughly as he senses her already losing herself just as he touches her legs. Damon smirks for a moment when he tugs at her black laced underwear, either she knew she was getting some tonight or she always wheres this sexy of underwear, either way Damon is fine with it. He than slowly wraps his index finger around her pantie line as he looks up at her. Elena is breathless as she stares down at the man so close to a place she didn't allow anyone to touch.

"Do it." Elena nods in his direction as he kisses her center over the thin material. Elena moans sweetly as he brushes his finger against her wetness. Damon than drags her underwear down her legs slowly. His hand falls to her torso as he places sweet kisses against her thighs. Elena's head falls back as her breath falters and he inserts a single finger into her wetness.

"Oh, you are already so wet." Damon whispers snarkily as he pumps a single finger into her. Just from that motion, Elena's whole body is shuttering beneath his touch, helplessly surrendering over to him. Damon smirks as he adds another finger into the mix, using both his middle and ring finger to pleasure the sexy woman.

"Oh my god." Elena moans in a high pitched scream as her back arches up and she begins to completely lose it. As Damon watches her, he has never wanted to please a woman more. He has never wanted to see a woman orgasm more, to see her completely let go of everything except for him. Watching her made his cock harden even more as her body vibrated with satisfaction. Just knowing that he is satisfying her, satisfied him. Elena's moans echo through the room as Damon drops down and flicks his tongue against her clit, swirling it around the excruciating bundle of nerves. His fingers plus his tongue pushes Elena to her breaking point as she lets her orgasm wash over her. She grips to the silk sheets tightly, holding onto her sanity, but it is useless as she falls deeply into the satisfaction Damon gives her. Damon doesn't know it yet, but Elena had never been pleasured like this before. She has had sex, but never had sex felt this good. Her former partner didn't want to pleasure her, in fact he reveled more in seeing her cry than seeing her shutter with satisfaction. That is a whole other story though, and tonight's story only consists of two characters, Elena and Damon.

"Damon that's was-" Elena leads on breathlessly, amazed at what she had just experienced.

"Oh that was nothing." Damon smirks wickedly as he licks his fingers, tasting her deliciousness. Elena lies there resting her weight on her elbows as she tries to control her breathing, but how could she ever control herself after that? Damon than slides his jeans, and boxers done his legs only to reveal his impressive body. Elena swallows roughly as she gazes at him, completely impressed at the sight she is given. He didn't know it but that night at the party she overheard a woman talking about how impressive the infamous Damon Salvatore was in bed, and now that she sees him for herself she can't help but completely agree. Her breath gets lodged in her throat as a sudden wave of nerves washes over her. Damon smirks as he notices her stunned gaze, but this isn't just another hook up, this is Elena. The faintly lit room plus the fire brings a romantic vibe to the scene as Damon lowers himself slowly down onto the bed. Elena's legs spread automatically as he lies between them, completely captivated by the woman in front of him. To say that she amazed him would be an understatement. Her brunette locks are sprawled out across the pillow as Damon runs his fingers through her soft hair. The sound of her breathing enters his ears as he revels in this moment. Damon than finds the clasp to her bra as he unclasps it like a pro. Elena allows him to slide the clothing off of her arms as her naked breasts are revealed to him. Damon shakes his head in a amazement as he views her.

"God you are beautiful." Damon compliments her sweetly as she lies there beneath him completely naked. Her smile sends a warm feeling to erupt inside of him. Damon takes a moment to genuinely appreciate her as he kisses her jaw slowly yet passionately. Her hands crawl onto his back as she feels at his taut muscles. Damon than drops down until his head is buried in the crook of her neck, kissing her wildly. He has not yet been inside her as his hardened cock stands in front of her center, throbbing to enter. Damon kisses her one last time forcefully as he slips one hand underneath her body, holding her tighter against him.

"Elena," he breathes out as she nods, encouraging him to do what he so desperately desires to. Her legs widen even more as his tip slowly enters her wetness. A soft whimper escapes Elena's mouth as he pushes deeper into her. She stretches to fit him as he slides his whole length inside of her. She is everything Damon had desired and more, a feeling he revels in as he feels her tight, warm walls clench around his hardened cock.

"You feel so damn good." Damon groans huskily as he stares down at the stunning woman. Her mouth is gapped open as he thrusts into her gently, easing her into it. The last thing Damon would ever want to do is hurt her. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, harder." Elena moans out seductively as her thighs clench around his waist. A smirk makes its way across Damon's face as he thrusts deeper into the woman, making her moan desperately. Her sweet cries echo through the air as Damon brings her impossibly closer, pushing her breasts against his chest. Damon drops his head down as he twirls one of her hardened nipples in his mouth, his teeth scrapping against it roughly. He continues to pump into her deliciously as his pace quickens, but still he keeps it so that he will last long enough to appreciate this moment. Elena's hands find his chest before Damon is tearing them off dominantly and holding them over her head. Both of their fingers are entangled with each other's as Damon holds her arms above her head and drops down to kiss her once again. The kisses they share are deep and lasting as they taste each other passionately. Elena's moans then turn into screams as he thrusts into her even deeper, hitting a spot that makes her whole body quake.

"Holy sh-" Elena screams. "Right there. Damon!" She moans out, causing Damon to slowly lose it as he hears her sweet moans. Forget porn hub, hearing Elena moan so drastically because of him is the best gift he had ever received.

"Fuck Elena." Damon groans out, completely losing himself as well. Elena finds his lips once again as she kisses him once more. Their bodies are wrapped up in each other's as Elena's walls tighten around him and her nails dig into the skin of his back. Both of them moan out in pleasure as they both pull each other closer and closer to the edge. Eventually Elena is completely sent as her head falls back and her mouth gapes open, a precious moan escaping her lips. Damon continues to thrust into her until he finds his own release, leaving both of them completely stunned after what just happened. Elena's legs are still vibrating as she tries to control it, but finds it impossible to do. Once they are both completely finished Damon pulls out of her and topples over to the side. That is one of the many things Damon did like about having sex as a vampire. There is never a need for a condom considering the fact that vampires can't procreate. As he lies there beside her, he almost forgot what it was like to have sex with someone you share a deep connection with. It's crazy the difference it can make based on who you are with and what they mean to you. Elena means everything.

"Well shit." Elena swears as she pulls her hair off of her glistening chest. Her boobs still rise and fall deliciously as she tries to control her still unsteady breathing. Damon chuckles at her response to their mind blowing sex as he lifts the sheets up enough for both of them to slide into. Elena follows his actions as she slides into the sheets as well.

"Damon?" Elena calls out his name, her voice suddenly quaking with vulnerability.

"What?" Damon questions as his eyes fall sorrowfully to the woman beside him.

"You're not going to regret this right?" Elena questions, soft insecurity escaping her voice.

"Never." Damon shakes his head, completely reassuring her that never in a million years would he regret this night, their night.

"Good." Elena responds as her tired eyes meet his. Damon smiles sweetly in response before tugging at her waist, pulling her into his side. Elena rests her head upon Damon's chest as he swings an arm around her, cradling her against him. Elena feels so safe as she lies here still shaken up after what had happened only a few minutes ago. But as she lies here in his arm she realizes how safe she feels when she is in his embrace. The sound of his heart beat against her ear is comforting as she draws abstract objects against his handsome chest. Damon's hand finds her hair as he plays with it gently. The feeling causes Elena to slowly shut her eyes as his finger tips travel through her scalp. Usually both of them could go a couple more times, but for now one would be just fine. And that one is probably equivalent to other people's three times. What can he say he is a master at satisfying a woman, and based on Damon's opinions she is extraordinarily skilled as well.

"Damon?" Elena sounds through the room once again, her voice stronger than before.

"Yeah?" Damon responds as he still plays with her silky brunette hair.

"I want you to know something."

"Yeah?"

"You are far from second best, in fact I would choose you over anyone." Elena mutters sleepily as her eyes flutter shut and she moves slightly against his body. Damon's eyes widen and his jaw stiffens as he hears her speak those words. How did she know he feels that way? How did she figure him out so quickly? She didn't know but those words mean much more to him than she would ever know. His whole life that is how he has been treated, and than a gorgeous, talented, stubborn, kind, amazing woman walks into his life and somehow makes him feel alive again. Elena Gilbert is something he hadn't known he needed, and now that he has her, he is never letting go.

Hey, thanks for reading! I was deeply contemplating whether or not that would happen, but I decided it made sense and I a beyond excited to keep writing this story. Anyway, thanks and leave a review :) Until next time...