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Elena shut the door behind her, placing her back against the wood, taking a deep breath. She'd headed into a spare bedroom in the boarding house; one she'd briefly been in before.

She was so confused right now. Her heart was breaking for Stefan, yet there was something going on under the surface of Damon. He'd been so different today; like someone had knocked all sense of cocky Damon out of him. Bar the stripping his t-shirt off but when did a guy not try to reduce clothing whilst with a girl?

She looked down at his shirt in her hands, unfolding it from its ball. She looked behind her to make sure Damon had not followed her before letting her towel fall to the floor. She was already wearing underwear beneath the towel, with the exception of a bra. She'd make it her mission to grab one later, for now she needed to get dressed. Pushing her arms through the sleeves, she wrapped it around her, buttoning it higher than normal to keep her modesty. It fell at the same height as the previous shirt she'd borrowed, mid thigh. In all reality, it wasn't the most modest of clothing, no matter what she did to it.

Her head had begun to throb from the movement, her temples raging at her. She gave into her oncoming headache, slumping down in an armchair. It made a sinking noise as she sat a sign that the leather had aged and become softer.

She could smell the musky scent of Damon as she raised the sleeve to her nose. The curiosity of his scent had gotten the better of her. It wasn't like how attics smelt, with the damp musk that seemed generic in every one. Instead it was deep, soothing and somewhat sexy. She breathed it in deeply, trying to distract herself.

She was surprised she'd been so mesmerized by his chest.
'Isn't that eye cheating?'she thought to herself. She let out small laugh at her thoughts, thinking how ridiculous this whole situation was. She couldn't be eye cheating if she wasn't with Stefan but it still didn't stop her feeling guilty.

"Elena?" she heard from outside of the door. Damon had asked it hesitantly from outside, knocking gently on the door.

When she didn't answer, he pushed the door open by a fraction, popping his head round. He saw her in the chair, still pale. Her face was drained with dark circles under her eyes. Her long brown hair was sticking out crazily, lion-esque.

"Not so loud, I don't feel good."

He stepped into the room, quietly closing the door. Walking over to her, he decided to perch on the side of the arm chair looking down at her with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I… I don't know. I just don't feel good."

"Well, what hurts?"

"Everything."

Damon's eyebrows knotted together, he wasn't good at this stuff. He was trying so hard to care but human sickness was not his speciality. Placing the back of his hand on her forehead, he felt her burning up. She'd flinched at first, not expecting the touch.

Pursing his lips, he spoke. "You're hot, Elena."

She couldn't help but laugh at his comment. Looking up at him, she saw his eyebrow raise by a fraction, a small smirk playing on his lips at her taking it out of context.
Biting into his wrist, he placed it in front of Elena's face. Alarm lit up in her eyes as blood began to flow from the puncture wounds.

"Drink."

"No way," Elena protested, pushing his arm away gingerly. He placed it back in front of her face, hovering at mouth level.

"Do you want to keep throwing up?"

"No…"

"Then drink."

"It's not necessary. Humans get better by themselves."

Damon pulled a face at her, showing her he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"It is. I don't know how to look after sick humans; this is the only cure I know of. I'm useless to you otherwise."

Elena looked up at him, frowning at his comment. 'He thinks he's useless?'

"Well I don't want it." She crossed her arms like a child, pouting her lips at him.

"Elena, it's not going to work on me. Now just take it some, okay? You'll feel better. You want to feel better, don't you?"

"Yes."

"There's no reason to not take it then. Think of me as Dr. Damon, here to fix you."

He hovered his wrist closer to her mouth, watching as her face changed, intently trying to decide what to do. After a minute of dry heaving, she took his wrist to her mouth.

Elena squeezed her eyes shut as she flicked her tongue over the wound, expecting it to have a heavy iron taste to it. It was a weird feeling for her as it went down her throat, feeling warm and sweet. It was a similar feeling to downing hard liquor, a warm burning sensation spreading across her throat. It tickled Damon as she licked at his wrist, not wanting to admit defeat to let out a shiver or giggle. Damon didn't giggle, it was a known fact. Chuckle? Laugh? Yes. Not giggling, that was reserved for girls.

After she was finished taking a few more licks of blood, she pushed his wrist away from her mouth.

"Better?"

She paused, trying to listen to her body and how it felt. It felt tingly, like an aftermath of electricity shocking her.

"I think so?"

"You're not dry heaving, at least."

"Mmm," was all she replied with. She was waiting for the effect to take place, she'd always thought it would be a sudden explosion inside of her and everything would dissipate with immediate effect.

Damon placed the back of his hand on her forehead once more, glad that her temperature had gone down. He let out a small sigh of relief. He forgot easily how fragile humans were, especially Elena. Seeing her ill and in pain tore him apart more than he thought was possible. The revelation of what his love for her would do to him was crushing.

He sat there observing her for a few minutes before inquiring if she felt better enough to stand. She'd asked why, until he said it was a surprise. Damon offered her a hand, helping to pull her up.

Confusion was displayed on her face while he led the way downstairs. She gently stepped down the steps one at a time with Damon stepping down backwards. Elena thanked him once they reached the bottom of the stairs, feeling less woozy than she had been five minutes ago. Despite protesting against it at first, she was pleased she'd taken the blood now.

"Right, stand there," Damon said, disappearing in the living room. He went to a digital music player, picking out 'I will' by the Beatles. Pressing play, he returned to Elena, taking her hand in his.

"What's this?" she questioned suspiciously as she heard the music begin to play.

"You deserve some fun, I'm providing."

"This isn't a dancing song, Damon…"

"Shush," he whispered, spinning her around, the shirt whipping around at her thighs.

She let out a small laugh, "You're going to make me dizzy if you do that."

"Well then, we'll take it slow." His eyes twinkled at her, smirking.

Damon placed Elena's hands over his shoulders, placing his own on her hips. They slowly moved round in circles, Elena looking over Damon's shoulder, her chin resting on his shoulder. She was zoning out again, listening to the lyrics.

"Damon?"

"Yes?"

She felt his breath tickle her neck as he spoke, crinkling her nose. She pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.

"Is there a reason why you chose this song?"

"I'm just fond the song."

"Really? That's all?"

"Yes, Elena."

She bit her lower lip, studying his face. His eyes were dark, piercing into her gaze. The song stopped, silence falling between them. Elena let her arms fall from his shoulders, his hands still on her hips.

"You should probably let go..." she trailed off.

"Do you want me to?"

Elena hadn't expected him to ask that. Did she want him to let her go? It didn't feel wrong, not like it had done when he'd touched her before. Was it because he was showing a deeper side to himself and she was subconsciously acknowledging the effort he'd gone to today?

"I think…" She was stumbling over what to say to him with her face crinkled, this time trying to work out what she wanted.

She heard him chuckle lightly, feeling the vibrations of his chest against her.
"What do you think, Elena?"


Hey guys! Because you were all so lovely with your reviews of the last chapter, I've done this chapter quicker than normal. Think of it as your Easter treat for being so awesome. Slightly cruel however as I've left this on a cliff hanger so to speak, the next chapter will be carrying on this conversation straight away.

I also wanted to just thank everyone who's added this to their story alert ect, I let out a little squee each time there's someone new that wants to follow it. I've been so blown away since starting this at the amount of reviews (especially on the last chapter, was so lovely to get so many and know peoples thoughts!) and the fact that people are interested in this story, it was far from what I expected when starting out. I'll stop being soppy now!

As for the blood healing Elena, I wasn't sure if Vampire Diaries has ever used it like that, so added some True Blood-esque themes in this chapter to fit how I wanted to story to go. I'm sure some of you would be quite happy to have Dr Damon as your personal dr! ;)

Also suggest you go listen to The Beatles song I referred to, it's lovely. I know they're not everyone's cup of tea but it's lyrics are beautiful.

Have a wonderful Easter and stay safe!
nightssodivine x