First I apologize for accidentally uploadeing the wrong chapter previously! Whoops! And I want to thank you all for reading and for your reviews and messages! I had no idea how much fun this would be! Anyway, I just want to let you know that I might not be able to update for a while. It all depends on the hurricane this weekend. The last time we had a hurricane we lost power for almost 2 weeks. Depending on the storm I will update as soon as I can! Thanks! :)

Eyeing the women's bathroom door, Damon sipped his drink as he waited for Elena to come out. Thankfully, Caroline had seen Elena rush to the bathroom and grabbed Bonnie to follow Elena inside.

"So what's the plan?" Jeremy asked as he leaned against the bar next to Damon.

"Still working on it."

"What did you say to Elena that made her run off to the bathroom like that?" Jeremy nodded his head toward the bathroom. "What haven't you told us?"

Damon stared at Jeremy. He'd been planning on waiting to tell the rest of the group about Klaus later. But thanks to Elena's reaction, Damon knew he wasn't going to be able to put it off. Elena was probably telling Caroline and Bonnie right now.

"It's Klaus, Jeremy." Damon saw fear and anger flash in the teenager's eyes. "He's planning on returning to Mystic Falls."

Jeremy's eyes darted to Damon's left. "Anna's here. She's standing next to you."

Startled, Damon looked at the empty air beside him. There was a ghost standing right next to him? Weird.

"Ask her about Klaus's plan." Damon looked at Jeremy.

"She can hear you." Jeremy rolled his eyes. "She doesn't know what the plan entails, except that you are a big part of it."

"What's the use of being able to talk to ghosts if they can't tell you what you need to know?" Damon grumbled. "Anna, is Klaus coming after me? Elena?"

"Yes." Jeremy frowned. "He's after both of you. Both of you are important to his plan."

Gritting his teeth, Damon asked, "What plan? That's what I need to know."

Shrugging, Jeremy said, "She doesn't know."

"Who doesn't know what?" Elena asked as she and the other girls walked up to the bar.

Damon turned to look into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

Elena nodded and reached out to take his hand in hers. "I'm okay. It was a big shock, but I'm okay now." She smiled. "What are you two talking about?"

"Anna was answering some of Damon's questions." Jeremy looked at Bonnie, whose eyes widened. "She's gone now."

"So what are we going to do about Klaus?" Caroline asked.

Since he didn't really have an answer, Damon shrugged. "We'll have to discuss that later."

And what are you going to do to protect her from yourself?

"Damon, are you okay?" Elena asked as she and Damon drove back to his house. "You've barely said a word since we left the Grill."

"No I'm not okay, Elena. Klaus is putting together some type of plan to come after both of us. Not to mention the fact that he will be bringing both Katherine and Stefan back with him when he finally decides to blow into town. This is going to get really ugly."

Elena reached out and stroked his arm. "You don't have to worry about me and Stefan. He's with Katherine now."

He shot her a lopsided smile as he pulled into the drive. "No offense, but Stefan trying to get you back is the least of my worries right now."

Elena realized that he was worried about Stefan being dangerous because he was feeding on human blood again. She had to admit, the Stefan she'd seen in that video had been scary. She hadn't even recognized him. Damon had warned her it was going to be worse this time because it hadn't been too long ago that Stefan had been exposed to human blood. His body hadn't had enough time to adjust.

Cringing, Elena remembered the guilt she'd felt at being the one responsible for sending Stefan off the rails that time. In her defense she had been saving his life, but she had continued to carry the guilt of it around every day.

"Elena?"

Elena realized that he was waiting for her to get out of the car. She climbed out and followed him into the house. She sat on the couch and watched him disappear into the kitchen in search of a blood bag.

Elena was worried about Damon. She knew he was worrying about her, but what was really bothering her was that he was starting to pull away from her. She could feel the distance growing between them. She knew he was doing it to protect her, but it didn't make it easy. She needed him now more than ever. So she decided that she wasn't going to let him pull away from her.

Damon came back into the room, carrying a glass of blood. He sat next to her on the couch. And then Elena made her move. She climbed over and straddled his lap. She took the glass from him and set it on the table.

"Elena –"

"Shhh." She pressed her finger against his lips and looked into his eyes. "I need you Damon." She pressed her mouth against his as her fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt.

As she thrust her tongue into his mouth she yanked his shirt down off of his shoulders and let her hands explore the sculpted planes of his stomach. God, he was perfect. Moaning into his mouth, she ground herself against the stiff bulge in his pants. With a growl, his hands were under her shirt, cupping her breasts as his thumbs rubbed her pebbled nipples.

Tearing her mouth from his, Elena reared back to pull her shirt over her head. His eyes, clouded with desire, slowly took in the sight of her bare breasts. Leaning forward, she fisted her hands in his black hair and brushed one nipple along his lips. He nipped it between his teeth, sending a pleasurable jolt straight to her center.

"God Elena you are so perfect," he whispered against her breast.

Her hands worked on the button of his pants. She leaned forward, kissing his neck, then his shoulder as he expertly undid her jeans and slid them down her hips. As she settled back onto his lap his hard, pulsing dick entered her slick, hot sex. They moaned in unison as she began to rock in a glorious rhythm that had them both panting within seconds.

She started out slow, but quickly picked up speed as she ached to get him inside her as deeply as possible. She needed to be as close to him as possible, to fully become his. She leaned over and pressed his mouth against her neck. He instantly stiffened and pulled back.

"No."

"Yes, Damon. Please," she gasped. His eyes locked on hers. "I want you to drink from me. I need you to drink from me. Make me yours."

His eyes glowed and the veins beneath his eyes darkened and rippled under the skin. Watching his face change sent a triumphant shiver through her. She kissed his mouth, running her tongue along his fangs. His growl vibrated through her. Smiling, she pulled back and tilted her head to the side as she began to ride him harder.

When his fangs pierced the skin of her neck, she cried out from the fiery surge of pleasure it created. As he began to drink, she moaned as the sensation of her blood being pulled from her body sent her over the edge. As she crested Damon bucked beneath her, emptying himself into her.

He pulled away from her neck, and she collapsed against him, whispering "I love you, Damon Salvatore."