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21stMay, 1947

"My name is Dr. Wes Maxfield, can you hear me?"

Damon was forced back to consciousness as he felt voices overwhelming him. His head was pounding and the room felt like it was pinning. Why did his head hurt so much? What the hell had happened?

"Can you hear me?"

His eyes fluttered open, cringing as the bright eyes burned his sight. "W-Where am I?"

"Shh. You're rescued," Wes smiled, "You're okay. We got you out of there."

"No, wait, my baby and my wife…" He was about to say, but soon, he let out a painful cry.

"We know everything, Damon, we know what the Guardians did to you and your family. We are sorry for your loss," He said as other men helped put the weakened Damon on a bed, "But now we need you to get better."

"Who are you people?" Damon muttered, the drugs that the monsters that killed his family used on him making him feel dizzy.

"Shh. You'll know soon enough. You just have to be willing to have your revenge."

5 days later

"What are we doing?"

Damon and the other men were looking through a glass window that showed a young girl tied to a chair, shaking with fear. Her hair was pinned back in a tight braid and the dress she wore barley covered her body, hanging in shredded material strips. She was covered in dirty as well, seeming as if she had been dragged through the forest floor.

"That girl," Wes pointed at her, "That girl's a Guardian."

Damon's eyes widened.

Wes cleared his throat. "Guardians are…hunters chosen by fate to restore balance in the world. Their job is to rid the world out of the supernatural, mostly vampires. When the vampire is around the guardian, the guardian will let out a wave of power that attracts the vampire until the vampire is seduced and ultimately, dead. However…" Wes continued, "The problem starts here. The girl is, let's call it, a guardian-to-be. She hasn't fully blossomed to one yet, but she's about to soon as the 'blossoming' occurs two years after the first symptom, which is typically a birthmark."

Damon looked at Wes in confusion.

"For now, the girl seems innocent, scared because as the 'blossoming' goes on, she'll experience nightmares involving gruesome acts of violence. The Guardian will then have to make her first kill to contribute to society, and then she'll let the Guardian part of her take over, slaughtering any vampire in sight. The vampire will be attracted immediately and thus lured to their death. The girl you welcomed in your home, Courtney, was a Guardian."

"What?"

"The Guardians use sex as part of the trick," Wes explained. "Sex and blood. Their strength comes from the weakness of a vampire, and they use a vampire's lust to weaken you and eventually, kill you. With you…it was different. Courtney took you to her people so that you could become their guinea pig." Wes swallowed thickly. "The amount of Guardians is getting higher every year. We have been studying their nature for a while now, and we have come to the conclusion that these are the families that have Guardian blood in them."

He handed him the list. "These are the chosen ones. It's always been them."

Damon swallowed thickly as he went through the list. There was a lot, too much in fact. He felt hate taking over him. These people had killed his wife and daughter!

"We're asking for your help, Damon," Wes said. "We want to stop them."

"Tell me, tell me what I have to do."

"This organisation…or secret society, whatever you want to call it, has taken care of the Guardian business for a long while now. Basically, every vampire here has to investigate the women in the family, by spending time with them, watching them and studying them. John here is very experienced. The vampire will recognise a Guardian to be as there is a strange reaction, a strange attraction whenever the two are near. The vampire's job is then to stop the guardian-to-be from blossoming into one."

"And how do we do that?"

"Simple," Wes replied. "The Guardians-to-be are easy to break. The chosen ones are those people who are the weakest, who have been through way too much. It is easy for the vampire to break the Guardian-to-be. We usually start by a kidnapping, and then…"

Present Day

Damon was forced back to consciousness when he felt Elena's little fingers stroking his hand. She pretended to be asleep, realizing that he had caught her, and Damon even smiled a little at that, because the damned memory has been haunting him. He didn't want to go through with it. Elena wasn't Courtney or even the other Guardians he had met. Elena was pure, innocent, genuinely hurt and scared. Hell, she hadn't even experienced the first symptom officially yet, even though the fact that she couldn't be compelled was scaring him. He knew that the Gilbert Guardians-to-be and Gilbert Guardians couldn't be compelled.

Yet at times, he thought about Klaus and how the other men all thought that Elena was not only a Guardian, but a special one too. He didn't know what she was capable of, but he couldn't think of Elena as a killer. Elena was good and kind.

Which was why he had to let her go. Even if she did turn out to be bad, he didn't want her blood on his hands, or worse. He knew what happened to the Guardians-to-be after the vampire had successfully broken them. They would end up either dead, or if they still experienced Guardian symptoms, they will end up God knows where, in places where they could never discover their true nature. He remembered innocent Guardians-to-be in Wes's house as his slaves, girls who had no idea what they were because they didn't even have the chance to blossom.

Somehow, he didn't want Elena to suffer the same fate. She had already been in the world of sin, the world of lust, sex…and pain.

He turned to face her and this time, she was already looking at him.

"You have to leave," He told her, shooting up from the bed and changing into new clothes, "You have to stay away from me."

"What?" Elena asked him, confused.

"You can't stay here, Elena," He told her. "I'll make the necessary arrangements and I'll have Emily back here. You two can be free…you can start living your life again."

"You're letting me go?" Elena asked him, wide-eyed, "But I told you…I want to get to kno-"

"No, Elena," Damon said, "If you stay, there is a high chance that one of us will get hurt or worse. We cannot be this close to each other, not anymore." He wanted to explain, he really did, but what was he to do? If she got her first Guardian symptoms, if she started to experience violent thoughts, he'd be in danger. He knew that since he couldn't fulfill his mission, since he couldn't do to her what Wes told him to do, if she was indeed a Guardian-to-be just like the men said even though he never believed them…then he'd be dead. She'll get her symptoms and he'll be in her way.

The only way to keep her with him without putting himself in danger was if he obeyed Wes. If he broke Elena slowly. If he turned her into a slave, if he inflicted pain on her or worse. He didn't want to do that.

Besides, he was dead anyway. Without the payment, he was dead, and he knew that Wes will not pay him now that he has broken his part of the deal.

Maybe at least he'd die in peace by letting Elena go.

"Please, just go," He nearly begged her. "Take your belongings and go."

"Where am I supposed to go?" Elena told him tearfully, "Where am I supposed to take Emily? I can't go back to Mason, Damon."

He realized then that even though he had put the girl through so much pain, she still considered him better than Mason.

Damon took out his cheque book and started to write something on it.

"There," He breathed out, "I'm giving you half a million dollars. That should be enough for you to purchase a house and live comfortably with Emily."

"I can't take that," Elena gasped, looking at the huge sum of money written down. "Why are you pushing me away?"

"I thought you wanted to leave, Elena. I thought that you wanted to get away from me."

"I did, at first!" Elena screamed at him, "But then I noticed that there's something in you! After everything you told me last night…"

"I don't need or want your pity," Damon snapped.

"It's not pity, Damon!" Elena snapped right back. "I just know that I can't leave you. There's something attracting me to you dammit!"

They were both breathless now, with Elena surprised at what she had just said.

It's your nature, Damon wanted to yell at her, It's your nature that's attracting you to me! You don't give a damn about me!

"Well, I can't stop now that I've started!" Elena continued to yell, "But I know that ever since you set your foot in the Underworld, I knew that something was pulling me towards you. And I don't know what the hell it is, Damon, and I'm deadly afraid of it because I know that this is dangerous but the only thing I know is that when I first saw you, I found myself dancing only for you. It was the only moment up there where I forgot that I was forced to dance and strip, and it was the only time where I danced not because I learnt some fucking dance routine but because you were there!"

You brought out the animal in me, Damon. The sexuality. The lust.

No, no what the hell am I thinking? Elena said, these conflicting images in her mind. She was a good girl. She was a good Christian. She was thought that lust is a deadly sin and that chastity is a virtue. Why the hell was she feeling so lustful towards him? Why was she betraying everything she believed in?

There was only one thing she knew, however, and that was that she needed him. Whether it was sexually or emotionally, she did. She wanted him more than a person in the desert needed water. And she knew that sleeping with Damon while she was uncertain about all of this was like lighting up a fire and then pouring gasoline in it to put it out, but as soon as he wrapped his arms around her and he was kissing her passionately, roughly, lustfully…As soon as her slim legs wrapped around his waist and their clothes ended up on the floor in tatters, she realised that Damon Salvatore had brought out the animal inside her.

He put her on the bed, ripping off her underwear with his teeth, but there was no time for foreplay. He was gentle and rough at the same time, kneading her breasts, kissing, touching every inch of her skin, taking her nipples in his mouth and blowing on them until she was soaked for him. And when he put his finger inside her to taste her feminine juices, she screamed out her approval.

"God, Damon…" She moaned out as he unzipped his pants and put his throbbing member against her core.

"Elena, if you are not sure…You better tell me now because there is no going back," He told her as he breathed against her face.

"Please," She begged him, "Take me."

He smirked at her, but then his features turned gentle. In fact, Elena noticed his change in behaviour because as soon as he climbed on top of her, his naked body against her own, he started to touch her gently, all lust pushed aside.

He slowly entered her, being unbelievably, incredibly, gentle, their lustful encounter turning into one of love and care, and not as just a simple act of sex.

"Damon…" She moaned.

"Shh, baby, let me take care of you…" He said as he slowly started to increase the rhythm, his thrusts becoming powerful, but still gentle.

His hands found their way into her hair, knotting his fingers in her tangled roots. His lips suckled on the pulse of her throat, carefully using his teeth to nip at the area and send a new sensation through her body. He knew she liked it from the way her back arched up, pressing her hot flesh against him.

Unlike before, when she was terrified of what would happen, this time Elena felt completely intent. There wasn't this fear inside of her of what would happen tomorrow or the guilt that she would feel from it. She wanted this. For the first time in a long time she'd made her own choice on something that she had truly wanted. Not from the fear of Mason or the pressure of others, but her own personal choice. And she'd never felt so good before.

Damon was softer than last time and seemed too relaxed unlike before. Maybe it was because he knew her now, the real Elena Gilbert and not the girl on stage.

"Fuck," Damon groaned, scooping her up in his arms before flipping them over.

Elena sudden looked nervous, biting her bottom lip and now almost completely still on top of him. He smiled up at her and gripped her shoulders, pulling her down so her breasts now dangled above him, her nipples occasionally brushing his heaving chest. He kissed her cheek softly before moving around her the shell of her ear, breathing in her heavenly scent.

"You okay?"

She swallowed the thick lump in her throat. "Y-Yes…I'm just not sure what to do,"

"Anything you want…whatever feels good, just do it,"

With that, Damon jerked his hips forward and Elena cried out in pleasure. Just like that she knew what to do. She pressed herself against him and moved her hips in circular motions. She could hear him moaning and feel him inside her.

His hands gripped her hips and he was suddenly sat up. Her legs wrapped around his body and thrust his hips up harder and faster, feeling her tighten around him. He knew she was close and captured her mouth in a fiery kiss as she screamed out in pleasure. He soon followed his lips still on hers as they rode out the wave of their orgasms.

After a moment, Damon's body gave out and he collapsed, pulling Elena down with him. His arms wrapped tightly around her holding her shaking body and kissing the top of her head.

"That…was…amazing," Elena breathed, her eyes slipping shut.

"It was perfect," Damon whispered, stroking her hair. "Sleep now, tomorrows a new day and a new start…for both of us."

Next chapter will be entirely dedicated to Damon's memories, flashbacks and info about the Guardians! Bear with me-I Will be creating an entirely NEW mythology! All I did was borrow the name from the Vampire Diaries Books by LJ Smith, as the word 'Guardian' is mentioned there. However, everything about this species will be created by me.

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