Impassioned

Chapter 11

"What are you telling your Aunt about Spring break?" Damon asks as he buttons up his office shirt.

"Well, me and Caroline had planned on going somewhere for spring break already and my Aunt doesn't know the specifics about what happened between me and Matt, so I told her that I'm going to Atlanta with her." Elena explains as she tugs her skirt down.

"So, I'm your boyfriend than?" He asks, smirking at her as she steps closer to him.

"Are you ready for that?" Her gaze meets his as she looks up at him questioningly.

"Are you?" His voice is soft as he brushes a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Elena nods, a soft smile touches her lips. Damon pulls her into his arms, the safety and warmth surrounds her and she feels at home, something she hasn't felt since her parents car went off that bridge.

"I never want to leave your arms." She snuggles her head into the crook of his neck as his arms tighten around her.

"And I never want you to." He whispers in her ear.

The next morning

"Are you sure you have everything you need? Money? Toothbrush?" Elena's aunt pulls Elena into her arms as they both stand outside.

"I'm sure, I have checked and rechecked and rechecked. I have everything." Elena pulls away, grabbing ahold of the handle on her suitcase and lifting it up off the ground. A taxi rounds the corner, pulling into the driveway. Damon knew that their cover would be blown if he were to pull up in his blue camero, he lives right beside them and her Aunt has surely seen his car in the driveway.

"Well, have a safe trip, Lena. I love you" Jenna calls to her as she walks up to the taxi that has now pulled into the driveway.

"I love you to, aunt Jenna." She calls back, as she pops the trunk of the taxi open, carefully placing her suitcase beside Damon's and shutting the trunk afterwards.

Elena slips into the passenger seat, her smile turns to a wide grin as she sees Damon sitting next to her. He grabs her hand in his as he pulls out of the driveway. Finally, they can act like a couple in public.

Damon watches as she drifts off soundlessly to sleep. Finally he can look at her the way he wants to. He can look at her like she's the most beautiful girl in the world, the one who has opened him up to a passion that he didn't know was inside of him.

But this week won't only be about going all the way with her. No, she deserves the truth. He needs to tell her about what he did. They're relationship will be based on a lie if he doesn't say anything. He has many secrets, but right now, this one is the one that she needs to know.

Five hours later

"Damon." Elena groans groggily as she wakes up, stretching her arms in the air.

"I'm right here, Lena. We still have a few hours to go and I figured it was time for a break." He tells her, stepping out the car and she does the same.

As Elena rubs the sleep out of her eyes, it becomes clear that they're parked outside of a diner that is connected to a gas station.

"Are we far away enough?" Elena hates that she has to say these words, if only they could be a normal couple.

" I made sure that we are. Elena, do you realize that this is the first time that we'll be seen together in public?" Damon smiles at her, and Elena can only see compassion and love in his eyes as he looks at her. How could she ever have possibly doubted him?

"The simplest things are the best things." She tells him, grabbing his hand as they both walk into the retro looking diner. As they open the door, no shocks sound, no eyes turn to look at them, no looks of hatred make themselves known. To the few people in this diner, they're just a regular couple.

"What can I get you guys?" A older looking waitress walks up to them. Her hair is brown with grey streaks, wrinkles adorn her face, and her blue eyes look tired. Elena keeps waiting for her to look up and realize that something is wrong, that they're wrong. But the reaction never comes.

"A grilled cheese and a coffee, please." Elena tells the waitress. The woman scribbles on her notepad and then looks up at Damon.

"And for you, sir?" Her eyes widen, her lips go from a fake smile to a frown as she looks at Damon with recognition.

"I'll have your chicken burger and a coffee as well." The waitress says nothing more, writing his order alongside Elena's on the notepad, and then walking back into the kitchen.

"How long do we have left till we get to Atlanta?" Elena asks as she looks into his blue eyes. She could look into them all day, enjoying the way he looks at her, looking deeply into the ice like blue.

"About four hours. But...Elena, I have to say something." He starts but doesn't finished and as soon as the words leave his mouth, her heart drops.

"No you don't." Suddenly the room feels stuffy, a lump forms in her throat. She has gotten over the fact that Damon might have done this before, but she doesn't want to hear him say it. No. That would make it a reality and she's fine living in the heaven that they've been living in the past two weeks.

Damon takes a deep breath, he doesn't know how she'll react. But it wouldn't be right to not say something, and they're close enough to Mystic Falls that she can change her mind about their relationship and be able to get home.

"Yes, I really do. I'm sorry if what I'm about to say will hurt you. But it needs to be said. I can't trick you into something, and if I don't tell you...that's what I will be doing." Her heart constricts because she can tell that his own words are hurting him. His blue eyes suddenly look lonely, an ice cold, freezing, loneliness that she had never noticed before.

"The thing is-" He starts but is cut off by the waitress walking back up to them, no food or drinks in hand. And as she walks up, Elena notices that there is this cold, hard, look of hatred on her wrinkled face. The look that Elena was afraid of seeing. But it's not directed to them, it's only meant for Damon.

"Damon Salvatore. Never thought you'd see the light of day again." Her words are like venom, each syllable spitting out acid. Her gaze shifts to Elena and her eyes soften for only a second, almost as if she feels sorry for Elena.

"I'm sorry...do I know you?" He chokes out, an agonizing fear in his eyes.

"You know who I am! You killed my daughter, my sweet, sweet, Amanda!" She cries, the sharpness of her cry causes Elena to jump, a gasp escapes her lips as she looks over at Damon.

Shocker! So, tell me do you think Damon did it or not? And what exactly is the lady reffering to when she says 'Killed'?