I was putting our last suitcase into the trunk of the car as Damon carried out the last bag he had. We were only going to be gone for two weeks and he had packed more than me. We had five bags in all and three of those were Damon's. It was ridiculous, because we couldn't bear to fit anymore in this tiny trunk. He stuffed the last suitcase into the trunk and tried closing it. We slammed the trunk closed and got into the car.

"Did you pack your whole life in there?" I teased as I closed the car door.

He laughed, "No, I have my whole life right here." He smiled over at me, placing his hand on my thigh.

I chuckled, "Always the charmer."

We boarded the plane, and the studio in Chicago booked us coach seats. I was excited about this, since we wouldn't have to be around people and my hunger levels were going off the charts recently.

Damon popped open a bottle of Moscato Wine, pouring us each a glass.

"To new beginnings." He smiled softly at me.

I chimed in "To new beginnings" we put our glasses together, taking our sips.

Damon kept rambling about Chicago and how excited he was and I listened intently and to the best of my ability. We kept going through bottles of wine like it was water. We both ended up being pretty buzzed.

"You are so beautiful." Damon cooed, as he began to kiss my neck slowly.

I chuckled softly, "You are only saying that because you are tipsy."

He laughed softly, "No, I think you are always beautiful." I felt his fingers glide over my exposed hip bone, and up under my shirt along my sides.

"Damon, we are on a plane." I teased, pushing his hand away playfully.

"Your point being?" he teased back, as he unbuttoned my jeans, shoving his hand inside my underwear.

"Damonnn." I pleaded. It's not that I didn't want him, because I did. I just didn't fully trust myself with my hunger at the moment.

I felt his finger sliding slowly inside of me and I gasped as he began to go in and out me. I bit my lip in pleasure. I felt his hungry lips meet mine as they devoured me, I kissed him back with just as much passion as it began to build up inside of me. I moaned in pleasure as he fingers found my spot, and as he moved his lips upon my neck. I felt the veins under my eyes appearing and I gasped for air. I pushed Damon abruptly off me as I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Elena, where are you going?" he questioned me with irritability.

"I need some air." I stated, before locking myself in the bathroom.

I sighed, placing my hands on either side of the sink. My hair fell in my face as I drew in deep breathes. My veins disappeared as I calmed myself down. How much longer was this going to be an issue? Why was I always so full of thirst?

I heard a knock on the door, and I didn't answer but I didn't need to.

"Elena, I'm sorry babe. I should've stopped when you asked me to."

I sighed, opening the door slightly, looking at him as he stood before me. How could I ever stay mad at this man?

"It's fine." I took a step so I was standing in front of him.

He smiled slightly, kissing me gently on my lips.

We were unpacking in the trump hotel. The view was amazing; I could see all the city lights and buildings from our room. I was ecstatic and excited to see the city. Damon was rushing to get ready to meet the studio crew. I pulled out a white ruffled shirt, stripping from my plain white tee into this one. I quickly switched my chuck Taylors for my white wedges.

We walked along the city streets and I gazed into all the stores and up at the tall buildings, taking in all the scenery. It was truly beautiful. When we got to the radio station, Damon went inside quickly while I was left amongst myself. I took it upon myself to satisfy my hunger. I went on a prowl, and by the time I had finished Damon was calling my cell.

"Elena where are you? I told you I wouldn't be that long."

I wiped my mouth, speaking innocently into the receiver, "Damon its been two hours. I just needed a little girl time."

He chuckled into the receiver, "Well come get me, I'm done."

"Will do." I clicked, turning back to my meal.

I rushed back to the studio; I hadn't realized I had drunk from at least ten people within these two hours. I didn't understand what was going on with me.

Damon met me at the door, and he kissed my cheek softly. "Ready for a night on the town?"

I smiled, "Of course."

We made our way down Michigan Avenue, taking pictures, chatting and talking about the scenery.

We found a Starbucks, and made our way inside. As we were walking in, a woman passed by, bumping into Damon on her way out. Her drink flew everywhere, especially on her.

"I am so sorry." Damon apologized, grabbing napkins and helping her clean up the mess they had made.

"It's really ok." She said, and looked up at Damon, she paused and so did he.

"Rebekah?" Damon questioned.

I stood there dumbfounded, unaware of how they knew each other. We were in a different city for crying out loud.

"Damon…Wow, I didn't expect to see you here." She chuckled softly.

"Me either" Damon laughed nervously. "How have you been?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm great, I'm here for business actually."

"That's great!" I saw her touch his arm, and I felt this twinge of jealousy boil inside of me. Who the hell was this girl? Who did she think she was? I took a step closer to Damon and I noticed Rose's eyes fall on me.

Damon looked at me, and gestured to me, "Rebekah this is Elena-"

"I'm his girlfriend." I stated, sticking my hand out to meet hers, I shook it firmly.

"Nice to meet you." She said softly. "Well Damon, it was nice running into you, I hope you have a nice trip."

Damon grabbed her arm gently, "Hey maybe we could meet up for coffee while I'm here to catch up."

"That would be great." She smiled warmly.

I watched as they exchanged numbers, still extremely angry. When she left, we made our way up to the register as Damon order his Venti (large) white moca espresso. He turned to me,

"Do you want anything babe?"

I looked at him, as venom spat from my mouth. "Oh, I don't want anything, but maybe Rebekah does."

He looked at me dumbfounded, as the cashier fumbled nervously with my fingers. He gulped, turning his attention back to the cashier, "That'll be all."

We walked back to the hotel in silence, when we reached the room was when all hell broke loose.

"I'm sorry" Damon said as he broke the silence.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Damon. How do you just ask a girl to meet for coffee in front of your own girlfriend? What in your right mind made you think that was ok?" I looked at him with fire in my eyes.

Maybe I was more hurt than angry, but I couldn't think about how upset I was, I could only focus on my anger.

"I know, I was stupid. You're right." He looked away from my eyes.

I scoffed. "You are damn right you are stupid. I felt embarrassed and even more I felt unimportant to you."

"Babe, that's not true." He walked over to me, trying to pull me into his embrace but I pulled away harshly.

"Don't babe me, maybe you should go and call Rebekah your babe."

He sighed, sitting down on the bed as I continued my rant.

"Now she probably thinks that I don't even matter, you couldn't even introduce me properly and you exchanged numbers." I paced back and forth across the room. I was livid.

"Elena, there's something I've never told you about me."

I looked at him questionably, "Well that's…wonderful." I snapped back.

He sighed, "Rebekah is my ex-girlfriend"

My eyes widen and I scoffed, "Your what?"

"We were close to marriage, and things fell apart. Meaning my parents died, and I didn't want anything to do with anything or anyone. She couldn't deal with me being a drunken depressed slob so she left me and I don't blame her."

I shook my head in disbelief, "This is something you failed to mention." I stated coldly. I ran my hands through my hair. "I don't even know how to process any of this right now Damon."

He nodded, "I understand. I'm sorry. I'll give you space."

I laid in bed contemplating what to do with this new found information. Damon had left to work out in the hotel gym while I laid in bed furious over the fact that Damon had failed to mention he actually wanted to marry someone before, and yet alone exchanged numbers with her and wanted to hang out with her AGAIN. I shook my head; I was crying tears of anger. Anger because he failed to tell me, anger because this trip was already going miserable and angry because this girl obviously meant something to him and I was jealous. My head was pounding, what I needed was a drink. I got up, pouring myself a glass of brandy that the hotel had left for us. I drank in silence, until my eyelids felt heavy and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, Damon was in bed beside me, but he was completely confined to his side of the bed. I glared at him in the darkness, watching his pale chest heave in and out. Maybe I was being too harsh on him, or maybe I wasn't. I thought we didn't have secrets from each other but apparently we did. I gulped, fighting back my thoughts. I was hiding something from him too, my hunger and also my desire to guarantee he would be with me forever.

"Damon" I whispered, I was surprised when I heard him respond softly

"Yes?"

"I still like you." I chuckled softly.

I saw him smile as the moonlight hit a bit of his face. "I think i-" he paused,

"I think I feel a little bit more than like towards you." He said softly, turning to face me.

The moonlight hit his bright blue eyes, and I stared back into them intently.

"I think I feel a little bit more than a likeness towards you too." I said softly, staring into his eyes.

He smiled softly, grabbing my hand underneath the sheets. "I'm sorry I failed to mention this to you Elena. It was wrong of me to do what I did and I'm sorry I disrespected you."

I nodded, "It's fine baby."

He smiled softly, "It doesn't even matter because-" he gulped "because I love you."

I felt my heart flutter and I smiled wide, "I love you too."

I felt his hand go through my hair as he pulled me closer, devouring my lips into a passionate kiss.

He whispered against my lips, "I love you."

I whispered back against his, "I love you more."

He smiled, and kissed me softly. "Let's try and keep this trip positive."

I nodded in agreement.

He caressed my cheek, and I pleaded softly "Please don't ever leave me."

He spoke softly, "I won't."

I felt tears spring from my eyes, falling slowly down my cheek. I felt them hit his hand and I saw his eyes soften.

"Baby, I won't leave you." He spoke softly, trying to reassure me.

"You can't guarantee that" I whispered, hearing my voice cracking a bit.

He sighed softly, "It won't ever be by choice." He wiped the tears from under my eyes.

"I believe you, I just-" I paused, feeling more tears fall from my eyes, "I just know that this world is cruel, and I don't want to lose you to anything or anyone. I love you too much for that."

"I would do anything to be by your side Elena." He said softly, pressing his forehead to mine.

My thoughts jumbled together, and blurred, "anything?" I said softly.

"Anything my love." He responded back softly, looking into my eyes with sincerity.

I paused, looking back up into his eyes with just as much sincerity, "Drink my blood."

~Here's the next chapter to make up for my long absence. i know this one was short, but its short and sweet :P

Also, Rebekah isn't an original, nor a vampire in this story. Why do you think Elena's thirst is off the charts?

I'll be updating as soon as possible. I hope you are enjoying the chapters! 3

-Hannah~