A/N: My, my what feisty readers I have. Half a day later than I promised and I am getting reviews begging for an update. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside lol. Now Joellen818, I expect a shirtless Damon at my doorstep within the hour as promised! Haha Thank you for your excitement! It certainly made my day. I hope that you all like this chapter. It is shorter than the last one, but I think it turned out well!

Previously on the Vampire Diaries….

He turned then and came towards the door of the study, taking my hand and leading me inside. Closing the door behind us, he brushed my hair from my shoulders and started kissing slowly up my neck and across my jawline.

"Damon, stop," I pleaded without any form of conviction. My legs felt like jello as I slowing melted against him.

"No one is coming, Elena," he rationalized, his voice gruff and low. "They are too busy with the party."

"But Katherine she'll…"

Damon interrupted my excuses with another kiss, this time just to the left of my mouth, lingering there long enough for my resolve to cave completely. I moaned faintly, a small sound of acceptance and permission. That was all he needed.

Finding myself pushed against the wall, my fingers tangled in the raven locks of his hair. I gasped for breath between each long drowning kiss, forgetting my earlier fear completely. All that existed was here and now. The cool trail of where Damon's lips had been, his touch making my veins burn with liquid fire, the feel of him pressing hard against me….

"I don't want to presume that I know what you want," he began, slowly. "But—"

I leaned into him and kissed him deeply, only letting up when his lips curved into a knowing smile.

"I will come to your room tonight. If the lamp is still on, I will know to let myself in."

Chapter 10

"What the hell is going on?"

Damon looked up towards the door of the bedroom, or what was left of the door anyways. The oak door swung awkwardly on its frame and Katherine stood fuming beside it.

"Katherine, what—"

"What have you and that little bitch done?"

Damon stood from the bed where he had been laying, grimoire in hand.

"I honestly don't know what you are screaming about Katherine, so I suggest you leave."

Damon was definitely not in the mood to deal with the crazed vampire at the moment. Bonnie had still found no way to bring Elena back, and Damon was beginning to feel more and more helpless. His days consisted of growing amounts of alcohol and waiting for more of Elena's fine script to appear in the grimoire.

"Where is Elena?" Katherine shouted, not heeding to Damon's suggestion. "I'm going to kill—"

In seconds, the grimoire was on the ground and Damon had Katherine hanging a foot off the ground, his hand squeezing tightly on her throat.

"Don't talk about her," Damon growled, dropping Katherine harshly onto the floor and turning towards the grimoire to pick it up.

"I think I have every right to talk about her when she won't stay out of my damn mind. Why the hell is she popping up in all of my old memories?"

Damon stopped mid-step.

"She's popping up where?"

"In my memories of the year I turned you," Katherine complained. "She's everywhere, pretending to be my sister."

"You remember?" Damon asked slowly.

"Yes. Why? Don't you?"

"No," Damon growled. "Elena asked Bonnie to send her back to the time before Stefan and I were in her life. It went wrong and apparently she's in 1864."

Before Damon could continue, Katherine's laugh filled the room.

"So she hates you so much that she actually wants to change time so she doesn't have to know you anymore. That's priceless."

Damon boiled and he came at Katherine again. Prepared this time, she dodged him easily.

"Well as much as I love the pain this is obviously causing you, we have to fix it."

Damon gave her a quizzical look.

"I know. I know. I'm not one to help normally, but she's really starting to piss me off. Plus, I think she's changing things."

"What do you mean?"

"Well the night of the ball was the night I let you start drinking my blood. I knew that the townspeople were onto us, and I wanted to make sure that I could turn you quickly if the need should arise."

"And that hasn't happened?"

"No," Katherine almost pouted. "You haven't taken you eyes of the bitch for more than a few minutes all night, and honestly I haven't seen you for a half an hour. We should have gone off into the house by now to—"

Damon stopped her there, not wanting to talk about what should have happened next.

"I'm just saying, Damon. If we don't go off during the party, and I don't start giving you my blood things are going to start changing drastically. If you don't have that blood in you when you die…. Well we know what will happen."

"Yeah, I won't be forced by Stefan to make the decision to become a monster. I won't kill thousands of innocent people in a little over a century."

"Which means you also won't meet Elena in the future," Katherine interjected. "You won't be here to save her when she needs it. Let's face it Damon, if you weren't here she would already be dead ten times over already."

Katherine let that piece of information sink in. Damon knew it was true. Since he had come to Mystic Falls he had saved Elena countless times. Even if she could have survived this long without him, there was no way he would want her without protection now that Stefan had gone off the deep end. If Elena changed the past, she was signing her own death sentence if Bonnie ever figured out how to get her back.

"We need to stop her," Damon said under his breath.

"You're damn right we need to stop her," Katherine agreed, although for different reasons entirely. "Now, where is that pesky little witch?"

….

I paced my room back and forth since we had arrived home. I already knew where each squeaky floorboard was and had found the best path to walk silently as I let my mind race.

The lamp was on, glowing warmly in the surrounding dark. I had repeatedly moved it closer and closer to the door, wanting to make sure that the light could be seen through the crack.

Despite the constant fire burning in the lamp, my mind was conflicted, running over every possible scenario I could think of. Was this the right thing to do? I had fallen so quickly for this Damon, a Damon from another time, but what did this mean for the Damon I knew. Was he remembering every event I was changing? Was he waiting in our time for what he knew was coming? Did he know that my desire was for him as well?

It was then that I found myself sitting at the writing desk near the window, lifting the pen to dip in the ink. I needed to talk to him even if he couldn't talk back. I closed my eyes silently hoping that somewhere he was reading this as I wrote.

Damon,

I can't even express how much I miss you. The past couple of days have been so amazing and so confusing; I don't even know where to begin. There are so many things I should have said to you; so many things I want to say to you now, but it just doesn't feel right to tell you everything like this. You're so kind here Damon, but knowing you here makes me miss you even more. If you're remembering the things that are happening, please know that I wish every moment that I could have woken up to the fact that it is what I wanted all along. If you don't remember… please forgive the vague nature of this letter. Just know that I miss you more than anything.

Elena

My pen stopped on the tail of the 'a'. This was all I would tell him now. If he was remembering, he would know. If not it would be so much easier for him not to know, especially if Bonnie and Emily failed to find me a way home.

As I shut the heavy pages of the grimoire, the door to my room opened behind me. My heart raced in my chest, and I closed my eyes as I listened to Damon's quiet steps on the floorboards, a high creak as he stepped where I had learned not to. Suddenly, his lips were on my neck as he pulled me from the chair I was sitting in.

I stood and leaned into his embrace, resting my forehead on his, our noses barely touching as he leaned down to me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his fingers nimbly started to undo my dress.

"Are you sure?" he asked carefully, beckoning over to the glowing lamp that had been my signal.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," I replied, glancing quickly back to the grimoire on my desk, smiling at the thought of what Damon might be remembering over a century from now.

A/N: Ta-da! Well I hope everyone liked it. I know it wasn't R rated, but I thought it was a nice place to stop. Please tell me what you thought : ) I have started the next chapter and it will be up sometime next week. I am shooting for early in the week. Thank you for all your kind reviews! They are truly what drives my motivation!