Once her arms were around him, Damon's arms snaked around her waist to hold her into place as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Eva could feel the trickle of wetness going down to her chest, but she didn't care if he stained her night gown.

"You're human now." Damon broke the silence, pulling himself out of her grasp. "You need sleep." Picking her up, he carried back to his bed. Laying her down gently, Damon pulled the covers up to her chin, bending down to the kiss her forehead. "Get some rest. We'll worry about things in the morning."

There was already sleepiness sinking into her body as he closed the door, grabbing a book on his way out. He needed some time to think, he needed some time to himself. Passing Elena and Stefan sitting on the couch, Damon walked over the desk and sat down, opening the book he took from his room a few minutes before.

Grabbing a pen, Damon went and pulled a Stefan and began to write in elegant handwriting, in his journal:

I haven't done this in awhile, actually, it's been a really long time. It seems another post is about Eva. She walked with a peaceful grace about her, like the whole world was her's for the taking but I knew that it was just a mask that was slowly killing her. She kept her feelings to herself, replacing what she really felt with rude comments and cuss words. Her hair always hid her face from the world, and I guess I saw something that I hoped I could save. I had heard just about every little detail about this beautiful woman, yet none of it seemed to be the truth. What she was hiding, What she was feeling, What she was thinking; She never showed it. She barricaded herself from the world, allowing only select few to see what she really was. It was as if I was better off chasing thunder, then try and get through to her.

Behind closed downs, the mask falls. The shy, guarded woman becomes a vixen. It was as if I had found a split personality that she only allowed me to see. The vixen side of her, was ruthless, and wonderfully made. As soon as those doors were opened, the mask was put on faster then it had been taken off and Eva Novakov; the guarded warrior woman returned. It was hard to tell which side of her I was in love with. Enemies of her's would have loved to watch the depressed, beautiful goddess crumble to the ground, yet she never did and that is what I love about her. You could of beaten her til she was close to death and she'd still fight until the end. How many people can you say that about them? There's only one.

The main reason why I thought she was different from everyone was that she didn't need any guy to make her happy and she let you know about it too. She didn't want to be the princess waiting for 'prince charming'; She had been broken too many times for her to see herself being the princess who gets the prince. I was lucky enough to save her before she was broken beyond repair. Her open wounds and self destruction was only the beginning. Her statuesque frame, porcelain skin, and piercing brown eyes were only a few of the many things that entranced me. She was, in more ways then one, my addiction and I knew I had to make her mine. And I did. I would often wonder what made such a small framed girl so hateful. Or what made her hate the word love and anything that came with it. But then, over time, I found out. She didn't hate the word, she craved it. She craved for someone to come in and swoop her off to "happily ever after". She craved for someone tell her they loved her and mean it - and it sure as hell took me an awfully long time to get through to her.

And now that she's human, I don't know what to do. I wish I could turn the hands of time back, back to the day when it was simple enough for me to express what I want to say to her. What I want to do with her. The first night I spent with her, was something else. It was a perfect blend of everything I needed and now, I have a feeling that was when she got pregnant. The coldest night, she were curled up underneath the heaviest blanket she could find. I was comfortable the way I was, but she refused, bringing me under the blanket with she as we sat near the fire, waiting out the storm. She curled herself into me, trying to get warm and I, instinctively wrapped my arms around her, an innocent gesture, to keep her from getting frostbite. That's when it happened. A spark. A fire ignited. And one thing lead to another. And before we knew it, it was morning. We were tangled in the bed sheets. It was a nice piece of heaven. Just her and I. She were everything to me. My drug, My addiction, My best friend and at one point, we were going to be something more. She was the highlight of my day. My comfort zone. My safe haven from the world and I'll admit, I tried to keep her to myself. We were meant to last forever.

After several hours of writing in the same spot, Damon tried to make sense of it all, but most of his writing was his thoughts that wouldn't form into words, as he closed the book and tied the strap around it. Stefan and Elena stayed the whole time, watching his hand run along the paper several times before he flipped the page and started anew. "I didn't think you'd ever write in a journal." Stefan spoke first.

"Yeah, well, I've become you. How tragic for the both of us." His usual snark was back as he gave Stefan a pointed glare.

Elena watched Damon stand, walking over to his liquor cabinet and reaching into the back. She shook her head lightly. She could see the pain in his eyes. He was like a wounded soldier in need of healing. And his way of healing was no different than anyone. He resorted to drinking. He resorted to alcohol. The best he had in his cabinet.

Don't suffocate day after day, it's building up, cause when you're feeling weak, you know I'm strong enough. Sometimes hard to find, a reason good enough. I'll stand beside you, never leave through it all. You're worth so much, it'll never be enough to see what you have to give. How beautiful you are, yet seem so far from everything. Your failures devour your heart. In every hour, you're drowning, in your imperfections. You mean so much, the heaven would touch the face of humankind for you. Revel in your day, you're fearfully and wonderfully made. You're worth so much, so easily crushed. Wanna be like everyone else, no one escapes, every breath we take, dealing with our own skeletons. Won't you believe, all the things I see in you? You're not the only one, drowning in imperfection.

The sun didn't burn her. To think of it, she actually felt the warm heat of the sun dripping it's rays on her. Wiggling her toes, Eva watched the shadow on the bed, snickering softly.

To say the feeling was weird, was a complete understatement. It was one of those moments when time just freezes. When the world suddenly goes deathly still, and you could hear a pin drop and the squishing sound your heart makes is so loud in your ears you feel like you're drowning in blood, and you stand there in that suspended moment and die a thousand deaths, but not really, and the moment passes and dumps you out on the other side of it, with your mouth hanging open, and an erased blackboard where your mind used to be? That's what it felt like. She was just about to get up when she heard footsteps growing closer and closer. Then, Damon's head appeared in the doorway, his hand over his eyes. "Are you decent?"

Rolling her eyes, Eva spoke. "Yes."

She watched him drop his hand. Gone was his mirth, replaced with a softness that twisted her undead heart. Was it wonder? Sadness? Love? She couldn't tell, and God help her she was too afraid to ask. Even she could be only so bold before self-preservation took over. And now that she was human, there was no telling what would set Damon Salvatore off. Even the littlest thing could turn him into the raging vampire she witness a few times before. Even she could be only so bold before her mind snapped.

Every time Eva spoke, Damon copied it and kept it in his mind, safe and sound, forever burned in his memory. But even with her there, Damon couldn't hide the fact that he was a monster, destined to feed on people.

He took two steps and before she knew it, he had her off the bed, with her head in his hands.

"Bonnie thinks she found a way, she thinks she can make me human." He said, pushing his fingers through her hair, fanning it out around her shoulders and searching her face intently. "We'll try it as soon as she gets back with all her ingredients, If it works, then Stefan and Elena might just end up human too. Stay with me, when she attempts the spell?" He said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe."

She had a very hard time, attempting to not look him in the eye. If she did, that was the end of it. She would cave. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's".

A sly grin captured his lips, as he replied. "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter."