*** Yay! Spring Break! You know what that means... ; )

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Chapter 24 -

Dark-Supernatural-Angel: Yes yes... xD I know. But wait till you read the chapter after this. It will truly change this fanfic.

Yes, this one is Delena fan heaven right here... Oh and trust me. You want them to find Stefan. ; ) Seriously. You guys could say next chapter is kind of like the next episode of TVD. Real game changer. ; ) Yeah that was just a kind of random thing. But it worked out. xD

AngelJadeO: Alrighty then! xD Totally lmao-ing at your review... Yes, be very proud. ; )

(Well at least it's not violent... lolz... Yes. I still do remember your first review. xD)

Chapter 25 -

Dark-Supernatural-Angel: Well, seeing how it's Spring Break... I just might... Oh, I don't know... Say post another chapter after this one and then post accordingly throughout this week. ; )

Huh... Maybe I should have Damon hook them up one at the end. ; )

Sheridan Malfoy Potter: Alright so you probably won't believe me but a couple days I sat and watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 with my family. (Fell asleep like halfway through though... *sad face with tear*) And like the day before that I had been watching some old late night show interviews with Tom Felton... (He's kinda hot. Just gonna admit that here. xD)

I very glad to hear that. xD And here it is. Along with another one following it. ; ) Thank you. I really appreciate. Good luck for you too! xD

AngelJadeO: Yeah, I was kinda obsessed with the 60's for that week. I was like super excited for "The Last Dance" episode of TVD. xD

Well thank you for the appreciation! Yes, it does. : ( But I do it because I want to. And also... You guys actually took the time to write up some reviews... Might as well take the time as well to write up responses back. And your welcome. : )

*Damon smirk* Mm. Mm. Mmm. Sounds absolutely delicious. *Even wider of a Damon smirk* *You sure you don't want to reword that statement? ; )*

P.S. Yeah the same happens on my Droid X phone.

La Stella che รจ stato svuotato di sangue ~

So like I said before, I'm gonna post another chapter shortly after this one. And if you didn't know already, I have a livejournal (spiritkitsune) and have already posted a little "sneak peek" of another delena fanfic - one that I haven't posted on here yet. ; ) If you Delena, roadtrip, and anything about New Orleans/Louisiana it's a story that gonna be for you...

I will also be posting more chapters of this fanfic (and very possibly others!) during this week. xD (Yay!)

My Own Special Brand of Clarion Loess...

And here ladies and gentlemen is our continuation of our journey with Damon and Elena. What is it that the two do? IS THEIR LOVE SEALED FOREVER? Bahahaha! *starts coughing* Uh-hum! Well, yes. *embarrassed smile**slowly backs off stage*

(Sorry... Somewhat bored over here. xD)

Alright so here's a five pager. So that mean's it a little short. But like AngelJadeO said, It's quite "juicy"... (Pun intended.)

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Fifteen Minutes Later ~ Elena's PoV ~ Damon's 1967 Blue Camaro ~ Highway

Finally I spoke up.

"Where do think he is, Damon?"

Keeping his eyes on the road, he replied, "I don't know, Elena. Most likely back at the house."

"Is that where we're going?" I asked him.

He nodded and answered back with a "Yes".

My heart pounded wildly.

This was all my fault. I gave Stefan my blood. It was. All. My.

"It's not your fault," Damon murmured.

I turned and looked at him.

Staring back at me was his crystal clear, blue eyes. With a sigh, he turned and looked back at the road.

"It's my fault," he said.

"What?" I said in return, taken aback.

"I was determined to have her. To be obsessed with her. I wanted her to be mine and mine only," he replied softly.

"And because of that, I had to open the tomb. I had to have her."

A stifled laugh escaped his lips.

"And I didn't really give a damn about the town because it was nothing compared to her."

He shook his head and then quickly glanced back at me with a sweet grin.

"But really... All along... The girl I really wanted was right in my grasp. Within my reach."

He paused and looked at me again.

"Do you know who it was, Elena?" he asked me, looking into my eyes.

I was sure I knew the answer, but I neither said nor made any movement to tell him so.

"You," he told me.

His voice, though soft, cracked.

"It was you all along."

He looked over at me once more, a sad grin on his face. But it quickly changed.

He took his right hand off the wheel and gently ran the back of his index finger against my left cheek, wiping some kind of liquid that was running down my face away.

Seeing a tortured look in his eyes, I realized he had wiped away a tear. Immediately, I began to taste my own saltine tears on my lips.

With a small chuckle, I said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

But by then, without me realizing it, he had pulled over and stopped the car.

Without any warning, he took my head in his hands and crashed his lips onto mine. I fervently kissed back and, when I felt his fangs prick at my bottom lip, I gently pushed his head down to the left side of my neck.

"No..." he moaned, his voice hoarse.

"You haven't been feeding yourself enough. I can tell," I told him.

He shook his head but I only pushed his head more forcefully against my neck.

He groaned against my skin and then began kissing my neck. And then down the length my left collarbone, his lips caressing my skin each time. A passion, a fervor, seemed to be reluctantly held back. But the walls of the damn holding them back were cracking. His cravings were too much. His hunger was winning.

He kissed once more on the top of my left shoulder and then looked up at me.

"Relax. As long as you don't tense up, this won't hurt at all."

I nodded, knowing exactly what he meant, and relaxed as much as I could.

There was a quick sting as his teeth pierced into my skin, but, immediately after it, there was a whole vast wave of emotions that ran through my veins. The main one being an extreme amount of blissful pleasure. An infinite ecstasy.

"Oh..." I heard myself moan.

It was better than any sex I'd ever had.

I heard and felt Damon chuckle against my skin.

Instantly, I remembered that we were connected. He could hear and feel my every thought and feeling.

Stefan and I had done the same so many times before. That's how I knew...

But this... Doing this with Damon... It was so much different. The euphoria, the feelings... All of it somehow seemed so much stronger.

I felt Damon's lips grin in a smirk against my skin.

With all the feeling from my heart, I thought, I love you, Damon Salvatore. Infinitely forever in eternally.

It was then he pulled away.

He kissed the spot once more and looked up at me with a boyish smile. Instantaneously, he began to lick the wound. As he did, I could feel it immediately begin to heal and sow itself back together. Once it was fully healed, Damon licked the blood away from the spot and then fully sat back into his seat. With a lecherous smirk, he licked his own lips clean of my blood.

"We should do this more often," he commented.

I light-heartedly chuckled, but my head was too dizzy, I was too lightheaded to really understand him.

Taking quick notice of this, he motioned for me to move towards him while saying, "Turn around."

I looked at him confused.

Wait... What did he want me to do?

Gently but still a little forcefully, he turned me around and laid me down towards him as much as possible - without it hurting me much, that is.

Next thing I knew, he placed a wrist - his wrist? - on my mouth and commanded me to drink. Knowing Damon, I did as told.

Within a minute or two I felt much better. I lightly pushed his hand away, and he obliged.

Sitting back in my seat, I looked at Damon and murmured a "Thank you".

A few chortles left his lips, but he then proceeded to take off his black tie.

"Here," he said as he handed it to me.

I rose an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure?"

He smirked at me and then undid the first button of his white dress shirt.

I shrugged and then began to clean my mouth off with his tie.

"So on dealing with Stefan..." he began.

I looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I say: butt-load of vervain and then basement cellar. You?" he asked me, as if talking about how he felt about a certain brand of wine and my opinion on it.

I simply nodded in reply.

"Alright," he said after a long sigh.

Once I inspected myself in the visor mirror, I looked back at him unsure of what to do with the tie.

"Just throw it in the back," he told me with a nodded of his head, motioning to the back of his car.

So that's what I did.

And as soon as the tie hit the seat, we were back on the road going God-knows-how-many miles per hour.

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