Damon rolled over, languidly placing his arm over his bedmate. His room was dark, his thick black curtains blocking any sunlight that dared to shine through. Usually Damon enjoyed the morning sun protruding through his giant window. However Heather had no daylight ring so Damon was obliged to block the sun out. Last night had been crazy, he thought to himself as he laid there. Elena had been crazy. The sex had been amazing, mind blowing, perfect even but afterwards had been less than. Damon didn't know whether to fully blame Elena on her actions or not. On one hand she had acted like a selfish, snotty, uptight, manipulative bitch but on the other hand who could blame her?

What was he saying? Who could blame her? Damon could. Okay, so Elena's whole life had changed. Damon tried to imagine what it must be like for Elena, what breaking the bond must have been like. She was confused and Damon could understand that but he wasn't some experiment. She couldn't play with his emotions like that because she needed to figure out how she felt. It was either she did love him or she didn't. There was no Stefan/Damon/Stefan/Damon anymore. Not that it mattered anymore. After last night he promised himself he'd never go there again. He was done with Elena and her games, sick and tired of being her second choice. He deserved to be someone's first choice.

So angry and so hurt Damon had left the party immediately after his tryst with Elena. He brought Heather back to his house and fucked her into the early hours of the morning. Every thrust was a 'fuck you' to the girl he wanted not to love. He was semi-happy with his new found friendship/relationship with Heather. If Elena cared at all about him, that's all that should have mattered. His happiness. That was all Damon cared about for Elena. When she was with Stefan, as hurt as he was all he wanted was for her to be happy. If that was Stefan who made her happy, then so be it. Why couldn't she give him the same courtesy?

Heather stirred beside him. As beautiful and fun as Heather was, she wasn't Elena. Damon couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. It was probably a good thing, at least for his heart. Heather had made her intentions very clear from the start, she wasn't interested in proclaiming ever lasting love. They'd be friends and they'd enjoy each other's company. Damon wanted to just want that and he did at the moment. But what about in the future? He wasn't all that good at keeping friendships but what if Heather stuck around? What if Damon found himself wanting more from her? It was an unlikely situation as Damon could not imagine himself loving anyone for a very, very long time. But if the situation did arise would he be left with yet another broken heart? Why did he continue to befriend women who wanted to be nothing but friends, or at the most friends with benefits.

"Good morning, tiger." Heather purred, slinking a hand beneath the sheets to run her fingers along Damon's defined torso.

"Morning." Damon responded, feeling a familiar twinge in his lower region.

He hadn't told Heather about last night, he didn't feel it was necessary. They had never said they were exclusive, Damon knew that they weren't. Heather was free to suck and fuck whomever she felt like and Damon assumed he was too. His little backslide with Elena was something he didn't need nor wanted to divulge, especially to a woman who was less than impressed with his infatuation with Elena. Heather had been very opinionated about his relationship with Elena, telling Damon to get rid of her, leave Mystic Falls and Elena behind.

"Still thinking about her." Heather sighed, removing her hands from Damon's torso.

"What?" Damon asked, only just realising how distracted he must have seemed.

Heather got out of bed, her naked body on display for Damon. She sauntered over the shower, but didn't bother to call for Damon. In a nano-second Damon was by her side but Heather did not seem interested. She pushed Damon away gently.

"You're a glutton for punishment, you know that right? That girl…I just can't see what you like about her." Heather shrugged, water cascading over her naked body.

"You don't know her like I do." Damon admitted, watching on eagerly as Heather lathered her body with soap.

"Damon, I know enough. Do you think I'm stupid? I heard you upstairs with her. I also heard the aftermath." Heather said.

Damon did not know what to say? How could he justify it? How could it make it seem like Elena wasn't a bad person? Why did he want to defend her?

"She's not usually like that." Damon replied.

"Oh? I must have caught her on a bad day. So she's not the same girl who turned your humanity back on by stripping for you? Nor is she the same girl who practically dry humped you at a motel, even though she still loved your brother? Right. I must have her mistaken for somebody else." Heather dead-panned.

"You could have her mistaken for Katherine." Damon half-joked.

"I do not think this is funny." Heather said.

"Good thing this has nothing to do with you then." Damon replied.

"You're right. I should mind my own business. Only, I've come to care about you Damon and I can't hope to stand by while this insipid, immature girl continues to play you for a fool." Heather told Damon.

Damon tried to hear her words, but they were falling on deaf ears. He so desperately wanted to not love Elena, to be truthfully over her and never look back but he knew that he wasn't. At that moment Damon heard a knock on the door. He excused himself and raced downstairs. When he opened the door all he found was a letter sitting on the front porch with his name scrawled across the front.

Dear Damon,

I need some time to think. I've gone to the lake house to try and work out my feelings. I know that I still love Stefan and I'm sorry for that. I feel like he'll always be the one for me. However, I still consider you in my thoughts and for this reason I need to be alone. Please don't try to contact me. When I'm ready to talk I'll call you.

Elena.

Damon's brows furrowed. The letter seemed odd. Last night Elena was confused about Stefan, she had said she still loved him but it didn't feel real. He glanced over the letter one more time. He didn't care. She sent him a letter and didn't even bother to mention their passionate encounter last night. Of course. He stormed inside and threw the letter into the fire. After watching the paper burst into a flame and then disintegrate Damon returned upstairs where he found Heather throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had completely missed the most part of her shower. He was kicking himself for that.

"Who was at the door?" Heather asked, brushing through her short blonde locks with her fingers.

"No one. Or…someone left a letter. Elena left a letter." Damon sighed.

"What did it say?" Heather questioned.

"That she needs some time to think. That she feels like Stefan will always be the one for her." Damon revealed.

Heather shook her head, an amused smile on her face. "Of course she did."

Even though something in the letter did not sit well with Damon he had to put it out of his mind. If Elena really loved him, she'd know. If she knew she'd be here, instead of Heather and he'd be blissfully bringing her orgasm after orgasm. Damon knew he loved her. Damon had known he loved her from very early on. Elena was not confused, she was selfish.

"Look Damon, I have some things to do when the sun goes down. I'll be out of town for a couple of days. But when I get back I want you to leave with me." Heather said.

"Leave? For how long?" Damon asked.

"Forever. What have you got left in this town Damon? The girl you love, doesn't love you. Your brother wants to kill you. Everyone else seems to care less about how you feel or what happens to you. So leave with me. We'll go to South America and dance under the stars and feed on the locals. I don't stay in one place for very long and this place is wearing me out." Heather replied.

Damon looked around his room. It would always be here. There was always someone to take care of the boarding house. Stefan would be here to take care of it. He was not going to leave Mystic Falls or Elena behind, but maybe Damon would. A life without Elena, as painful as it might seem to begin with had to be better than a life with her. The constant tug of war between him and Stefan. Before her, when he had been searching for Katherine he was care free and a man of his own. Now his whole life was consumed with thoughts of Elena and keeping her safe and always wondering what she was doing and if she was okay. It had been a long time since he had only cared about himself.

"I'll think about it." Damon said.

A/N: Is Damon going to leave with Heather? Well, I guess you'll have to stay tuned.

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