Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

Warning for explicit sexual content and bloodsharing.

This chapter is Delena-centric. I hope you like it.

Damon had been sorely tempted to feed from someone who was dying, but he was worried the bruise on his face would ease too quickly, therefore he had a bloodbag before Elena came to visit later that evening. He was desperate to find out what else she knew, but he was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable about him lying to her about what he really was because at some point she was going to find out and when she did, he wasn't sure whether she'd forgive him. His plan was to slowly tell her bits and pieces until she started asking the bigger questions about him. The one which worried him the most was when she wanted to know about her own future. Up until that morning, he would have been certain she and their child would die in childbirth, but after John mentioning a half-breed and its potential survival, he was no longer sure. What if hers and the baby's death had been faked to protect them from the Heletian King? It would certainly make sense for them to do that. He suspected she wouldn't have too much of a problem with him being a vampire considering she craved his blood, he hoped she'd be understanding about that, although she would definitely be upset about the amount of people he'd killed over the centuries. There was also the question of her finding out he wasn't Edmund Spicer, Earl of Hallamshire. Would she be disappointed or angry that he'd been pretending all of this time to be another person? The problematic issue for that latter one was they were to be married and Elena was marrying Edmund Spicer, not Damon Salvatore. Technically she wouldn't be his wife, something he needed to rectify and it meant another marriage would need to take place with his real name. He just needed someone spiritual who he could trust, when he suddenly had an idea. Maggie was the descendant of Celtic druids, he wondered if she would be able to carry out a druid wedding, and if they survived this and managed to get to the future, he'd organise a normal wedding. Damon just didn't know how religious Elena was. Therefore tonight, it was going to be a time to find out. He had the chocolate stored in the bargueño and would gift it to her at the end of the night.

Elena sat by the fire with Damon as they began to eat. They discussed the events of the day at court as there had been rumours of an affair between a low-level and the wife of another, something which had shocked Elena, exposing quite how innocent Elena was in matters of the heart. However it gave Damon a launchpad into discussing her spiritual beliefs in relation to marriage, therefore Damon started with Henry.

"His Majesty had has plenty of affairs." Damon said quietly. "Anne's insistence of marriage and refusal to be his mistress is what all of the problems are right now.

"Why does the King pursue her if she says no?" Elena asked.

Damon thought for a moment. "Her heart says yes, but her dedication to God and the sanctity of marriage says no." he nodded.

Elena raised an eyebrow. "More like she wants to be Queen." Elena tutted.

Damon pressed his finger to her lips. "I wouldn't say that too loudly around here, it could lose you your head. But I agree with you." he whispered.

"Do you think she loves him?" Elena asked.

"In the beginning, no." Damon shook his head. "Now I think she has fallen for the flattery and charm. However she is trapped. If Henry cannot divorce Catherine, Anne will be left as a spinster. She is hoping for Henry to secure the divorce before she is too old to bear his children. Anne isn't stupid, unless she gives him an heir, she will be out of favour. The sooner the divorce happens, the sooner they can start to try for children."

"Are you looking forward to us having children together?" Elena asked, placing her hand on his thigh.

Damon closed his eyes, an image of his human wife Sarah while she was pregnant and happy and then one he'd once conjured up by himself of her lying dead in a bloodstained bed, with a dead baby in her arms. Those images changed and suddenly he saw Elena, pregnant and happy and then her laying dead in a bed of blood with a baby in her arms. Damon couldn't take it, he stood up and walked over to the window, tears of grief from losing another woman he loved, destined to share the same fate of his beloved Sarah was too much.

"Edmund?" Elena called out softly. "What is wrong?" she walked up behind him and put her arms across his shoulders and rested her head against his bicep. "Tell me." she whispered as Damon turned to face her. He knew this would have to be his first truth.

"Many years ago when I was young and foolish, I married a girl." Damon told Elena who clasped her hand to her mouth.

"What did your father say?" she asked.

"It was why I was sent on my travels with Matthew. Who knows nothing of this, I would appreciate this staying between the two of us." he told her, to which she simply nodded. "Her name was Sarah and I loved her dearly. Soon after we married she was with child. One day I had to go to Oxford on business, I knew she possibly had another month before the babe was due and I should only be away for a week at most. Not long after I got to Oxford, I received a message to say Sarah had given birth alone and had died along with my son." Damon looked down. "I have often imagined how she must have felt in those last hours without me and her dying alone. I should have been there."

Elena rubbed his back. "It wasn't your fault." she whispered.

Damon nodded. "I know. But I fear the same could happen to you. I cannot bear to lose you in such a way." his tears returned as Elena grabbed hold of him around the waist and rested her chin against his chest.

"Maybe the pearl could make us immortal." Elena suggested. "That way it would guarantee we would never be parted."

"With one exception, immortals cannot have children." Damon sighed.

Elena lifted her head to look at Damon and frowned. "How do you know this?" she asked. "I never told you that part."

"It is known, immortals create other immortals from living beings. They are called vampires." Damon told her. "I am fully aware of what a vampire is and what your story was referring to." he smiled. "Would you wish to lead a life drinking the blood of others?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"Only if it tastes like yours." Elena started to laugh, then abruptly stopped and her face fell. She suddenly stepped back as fear slowly etched its way across her face. "What are you?" she whispered.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" Damon tried to deflect. "You are the one who has been drinking my blood."

"I thought vampires drank blood from everyone." Elena whispered. "But you are different. Your blood calls out to me and when I taste it, I want you to do the same to me."

"I think the word you are looking for is kinky." Damon raised an eyebrow.

"I have never heard such a word." Elena shook her head. "Prove you are not a vampire. Let me drink your blood then you must resist mine." she said.

"Easy." Damon laughed nervously. "But be warned, we are not married yet, we don't want to get too carried away with fun." he said as he walked over to all of the doors and locked them so nobody could disturb them. When he returned to look at Elena she was clearly scared. "What are you afraid of? Me?" he asked.

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm more afraid I won't be able to stop." she said as she removed a pin from her hair. "Give me your hand." she asked as Damon held out his hand. Elena pricked his finger with her hairpin and a droplet of blood appeared on his skin. Elena took his finger in her mouth and began to suck the blood. The sensation immediately affected Damon, his body felt like it was on fire and the sensation was particularly felt in his groin. The sensation only lasted momentarily as Elena stopped.

Damon smiled. "I was hoping you wouldn't stop. You have no idea how good that felt."

Elena's eyes flashed, her pupils dilated with lust. "Oh I do." she replied seductively, which seemed strange to Damon. He knew it was Elena and not Katherine because of the vibrations surrounding her were uniquely Elena, however he was now beginning to suspect his blood was an aphrodisiac for her. If that was the case he wasn't going to complain one bit, Elena sucking his blood was one of the most erotic things Damon had ever experienced. "Can I take more?"

"Be my guest." Damon smiled. "Make the cut a little bit bigger if you must." he suggested, to which Elena nodded. "Here, my wrist, more blood will flow freely." he offered as Elena scratched the pin across the veins of his wrists, producing a rivulet of crimson blood contrasting against his pale white skin. Elena pressed him up against the wall as her mouth fell upon it greedily, while Damon closed his eyes and felt himself hardening with desire. Only a second must have past when the sudden scent of fresh blood hit his nostrils. This wasn't any blood, this was something else, something magical. Without thinking, the veins sprung up around Damon's eyes, his teeth grew and he descended to the source of the magical liquid.

Elena had known something was different about Edmund from the first moment she could smell his rich scent and her sudden strange urge for his blood. As a child, Jenny had told her strange tales of vampires who drank the blood of innocents. Not all vampires were bad, some were angels sent to roam the earth for all eternity, keeping the balance of nature by suppressing the nature of evil. There was one in particular called the Demon Saviour. Sent to prevent the evil witches from rising up against the forces of good. Elena had suspicions of Edmund being the Demon Saviour, if that were true, it would mean she would be his wife. Elena just needed to prove it.

As she predicted, Elena felt Edmund's tongue on her neck as he licked up the droplets of blood flowing from underneath her skin. His motions were soft and gentle, the heat from his tongue was warm and inviting. All the while she sucked on his wrist and as she did, images flashed through her mind. One was him with a pregnant woman, he looked different, young and happy. Then she saw him sad, drinking too much wine and a familiar looking woman with dark hair helping him to his bed. The woman's face suddenly changed and morphed into that of a demon. She had dark veins around her eyes, which glistened brightly, and long sharp teeth. The woman was terrifying. "Goodnight my sweet Damon, you will suffer no more." the woman said as she descended towards Damon's neck. It was at this moment Elena felt something prick the skin of her neck, which she immediately knew were Edmund's teeth, which were too sharp to be human.

"You're Damon Salvatore, the Demon Saviour." Elena whispered which brought Damon to a halt. He stood up and looked down at her. His blood was on her lips and hers was on his, except he had vampire teeth and they were clearly visible as Elena was staring at him fascinated.

"I'm sorry." Damon shook his head and walked over to the fire and sat down, placing his head in his hands.

Elena ran over to him and got down on her knees in front of him. "Was that her, your wife?" Elena asked. "The one with the yellow hair." Damon nodded. "So that part of your story was true. The woman with the dark hair, was she a vampire?"

"How did you see these things?" Damon shook his head in confusion. "And yes, the woman with the yellow hair was my wife."

"Whenever I taste your blood, I hear or see things. Usually it doesn't make sense, but the story you told me of your wife was on your mind. It must have been why I saw it." Elena said. "Who was the woman with the dark hair? She looked familiar to me."

"Isobel was the woman who turned me." Damon told her, deciding now was not the time to tell Elena about Isobel being her mother. "At the start she would ensure I was well into my cups, then she would take me as her plaything." tears ran down Damon's eyes. "She would feed on me, fuck me..." he spat.

"Did you not want her to?" Elena asked.

Damon shook his head. "Not the first time, but sex with a vampire is a very different experience to that with a human. It is far more...intense." he shrugged. "After that, being vulnerable I was willing to go along with her games. Then she decided she wanted to be with me until she found her true love and turned me. Vampires have predestined mates, when they meet they become connected." he told her.

"Is that what we are...connected?" Elena asked.

"Not fully." Damon shook his head. "We haven't consummated the relationship, once we have, there is no way back. It is forever." he said.

"Is there a way to stop it?" Elena asked as Damon shook his head.

"The hold on us will get stronger every day. Once we have consummated, the human usually turns. If the human dies, then the vampire dies before the next full moon. Grief is a very powerful thing." he sighed.

"Are you frightened of dying?" Elena asked.

Damon smiled and shook his head. "I've roamed the earth for over five hundred years. I've lived many lifetimes, so no I have no fear of my own death, just the fear losing you." he stroked her face lovingly.

Elena placed her hand over his. "You don't need to hide from me Damon. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked.

"I wanted to make sure your feelings were for me and not the Earl." Damon explained. "I felt the strange sensation when I was around you, but I didn't know you were feeling it." he shrugged.

Elena knelt forward and chastely kissed him on the lips. "I won't leave you, I promise." she smiled, pressing her forehead against his. Damon closed his eyes, allowing the vibrating energy she was sending, pulse through his body, which seemed to be stronger than ever. He was beginning to suspect the vibrations would increase every time she drank his blood as this seemed to be happening. Along with that came increased sexual desire for her. He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him, examining his face.

"What do you see?" Damon whispered.

"Damon, it suits you. Much better than Edmund." Elena smiled. "Does Matthew know?" she asked.

"No." Damon sighed. "I amended his memories to make him think I'm Edmund."

"Would you ever amend mine?" Elena asked.

"I can't." Damon laughed. "Once the pull becomes too strong, I lose my compelling abilities with you."

"compelling, is that what it is called?" Elena said quietly. "Can you read minds?"

"Yes it is. I can see images, but no words." Damon admitted.

"That was what happened when I drank your blood." Elena told him. "Except I could hear a woman's voice in the background saying you were Damon Salvatore, the Demon Saviour, and the woman who made you also called you Damon. Can I call you Damon when we are alone. Or does anyone else know?"

Damon decided to come clean. "Maud knows. She recognised me straight away. Your witch friend Maggie knows too. Maud knows Maggie." he added, not wanting Elena to question what Maud was as that was not his story to tell. "In the presence of Maud you can call me Damon, but the rest of the time it is either My Lord or Edmund. Unless you want to stick with Edmund to avoid confusion, I'm used to being called it now." he chuckled. Elena suddenly sat back and stared at Damon. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Your bruise, it has gone." she frowned. "How?"

Damon laughed. "You'll have to give me another one. I drank your blood, it healed the wound because it was fresh blood, which is more potent than the stale stuff." he explained, as Elena subconsciously put her fingers to the place where she had cut herself and Damon had bitten her, but the wound had gone. She looked at him confused. "My blood heals you of your wounds." he explained, not needing her to say anything.

"What else does it do?" Elena whispered, her voice was sounding seductive again and Damon knew what she wanted, which for some reason he had no power to deny her.

"I think you know, but if you want, I will let you find out for yourself." he offered.

Elena's eyes lit up. "Can I drink from you as if I were the vampire and you were my victim?" she asked.

Damon smirked. Elena was already suggesting role play. His life might not be long left on this earth, but at least his sex life was going to be good. "Stand behind me!" he instructed, to which Elena obeyed. "Use your hairpin instead of teeth. Push my head to one side and you will see a big blue line down my neck."

Elena stood behind him and forcefully did as he said. Damon didn't need to give her further instructions as she simply slid the sharp tip down the skin, slicing his carotid artery open, allowing the blood to flow out. She descended upon it as if she had been feeding for centuries. Her natural instinct took over, which Damon suspected she would have been born with as being a pre-destined mate, she was supposed to turn into a vampire and was pre-programmed with the knowledge of what to do.

Damon loved the sensation of her tongue on his neck, it was one of the most sensual experiences of his life. Thus his groin reacted accordingly, turning him on almost instantaneously. He desperately wanted to drink Elena's blood, but she was taking the lead and he was going to be good and follow orders.

Elena was annoyed, Damon's shirt was getting in the way of her drinking his blood. She felt the lower part of the neck would be better, but it was covered. She had a sudden urge to rip the shirt off, which normally she wouldn't be strong enough to do, yet she felt more powerful and knew she would have no problem in ripping the shirt into little piece. Elena yanked the linen material which revealed his bare chest. She pulled the remains of the shirt away from his neck and scratch his artery once more, drawing blood and allowing her to suck.

This time Elena didn't want to see his memories, she wanted to feel his pleasure, which strangely the blood seemed to understood. As she drew down on his blood, Elena knew exactly what Damon was feeling as she was experiencing something similar to his physical reaction to what she was doing to him in her own body. or as close as it could be. Elena felt the warm sensation on her neck and a wonderful tingling feeling between her thighs, similar to the time she had kissed him. Now the shirt was free, Elena felt confident to roam the contours of his chest. For some reason she knew she didn't need to ask, the blood was doing all of the communicating, it was telling her to explore him.

Elena, still standing behind Damon, ran her hands over his chest, taking in the softness of his skin, interspersed with hairs. Underneath the skin was hard and shapely, which seemingly affected Elena herself. Her hands ran over the hard nipples on his chest which were surrounded by those small hairs which were soft to the touch. Damon took hold of one of her wrists and stopped her.

"May I?" he asked, to which Elena nodded vigorously. Fascinated to watch, she made her way around the chair to face him. She lifted her skirts and straddled his thighs as if she were riding a horse like a man. Damon's eyes changed as veins surrounded them, exhibiting the inner demon inside of him. His already light blue eyes were even paler in colour, almost clear blue like water. When he opened his mouth, his brilliant white teeth had changed, his canines were now much longer and sharper than usual. Elena suspected he would look fearsome to anyone else, but to her he was even more beautiful than before. There was something about his appearance which did things to her. Heat pooled between her thighs, her instinct to close them, but she was thwarted by the presence of Damon's legs. Damon stared Elena in the eyes as he put her wrist to his lips before he bit down.

At first there was a slight pain from the puncture, then a delicious heat began to burn from where he was gently tugging at her blood. The sensation quickly ran through Elena's body as if setting it on fire and concentrating between her legs which was also tingling. Not knowing what to do, Elena started to squirm for relief and was panting, trying to catch her breath from whatever was happening to her. This was the second time she was experiencing this sensation, and again Damon was the cause. Elena felt Damon's free hand travelling up her skirts and making its way to the source of irritation. He placed his hand between her legs and stroked the exact spot which was tingling, bringing an instant relief, yet at the same time only stoking the fire inside her.

Elena's rested her head in the crook of Damon's neck. "What are you doing to me?" she panted.

Damon removed his mouth from her wrist. "Giving you what you need." he whispered.

"It's not enough." Elena moaned as she pulled her wrist free. Elena's body seemed to instinctively know what it craved and she was going to find it.

Elena's hands fumbled to undo the straps of Damon's codpiece, until she finally managed to remove it. Underneath her skirts, she felt around for the flesh of his manhood which she had only seen the once. It only took a moment to find as beneath the soft skin, he was hard as a piece of wood.

"Fuck!" Damon's head fell back as his eyes turned dark, the black eyelashes fanning his pale skin beautifully. Elena automatically knew where she needed him, but Damon stopped her. "Not yet." he whispered. "Wait until we are married." he said as Elena pouted. "But we can do something close without taking your maidenhood which will make us both feel good." he whispered.

"Do it!" Elena demanded.

Damon's fingers gently stretched Elena and fit his manhood underneath her folds which sat neatly on top. She could feel the hardness pressed against the part of her body which was heating up even more now they were touching.

"Put one arm around my neck, you will need it to steady yourself." Damon told her, to which Elena did as she was told. Damon then guided Elena's other hand to the underneath of his manhood. "Keep it there." he told her. "Now I want you to move your hips back and forth. I will guide you." he added as he placed one hand under her bottom, squeezing it slightly with a smirk on his face. When he moved her hips she instantly knew how he was trying to help them both as she was fully aware he was in need of the relief as much as she was. Elena then felt Damon's thumb circling part of her which she quickly realised was the most sensitive part.

"Oh my goodness." Elena tried not to cry out too loud, deciding the only way to not make too much noise was to kiss Damon.

Damon had clearly guess her intentions. "Bite my lip and I'll bite yours." he suggested as she did what he asked.

A few drops of Damon's blood entered her mouth before she felt a sharp prick and hers seemed to mingle in with his, which changed the normal metallic taste of blood to match his own. This seemed to increase her need as the heat was building up inside her, to what she was expecting to be a violent crescendo which she seemed desperate for, despite not wanting this glorious feeling to end.

The heat between her legs was matched by only one other thing; the feeling inside her heart. The feeling of connection was something she had never experienced before and her heart felt large and whole in a way that she had never experienced. What was happening between her legs was not even comparable to the exquisite feeling this sensation was, and she knew exactly what it was as it had slowly been building up inside her for weeks. Elena knew now she was completely and utterly in love with Damon, and that there was no turning back because without him, she would surely die.

Elena had to pull away from the kiss momentarily to breathe. While she did Damon bit his lip and removed his hand from rubbing against her sensitive part. He pressed his finger to his lip and dabbed away the blood. Elena watched him fascinated as despite him stopping what he was doing, the sight, taste and smell of his blood was irresistible to her.

"I'll warn you now, when I touch your clit with my blood, it will make you come hard." Damon told her which made no sense to Elena.

"Do whatever you want." Elena panted realising the burning inside was becoming to much for her to bear.

Damon's hand disappeared under her skirt and he touched the sensitive part once more. The moment he made contact her body seemed to do multiple things at once, for which she had no control over. The heat and tingling inside her broke free and she felt as though there was a flow of boiling hot liquid in pouring from between her legs. The muscles inside her began to contract as did every fibre in her body. Elena threw her head back as her body arched forward and she vaguely felt a sensation on her breast, which only seemed to accentuate every sensation in her body. She cried out in agony and ecstasy all at the same time as the sensation inside her eased slightly, although Damon was not completely finish.

Elena's head fell forward. "Damon..." she moaned as she saw him drinking blood from her breast, a sight which seemed to increase the sensation once more.

Damon lifted his head to look at her. Blood dripping from his mouth. "Elena..." he whispered as he suddenly seemed to join in the frenzy. His body went rigid and his face scrunched up; Elena felt something wet against her leg as the pain and pleasure seemed to subside. Elena collapsed on Damon's lap and he wrapped his arms around her, their heads resting on one another's shoulders slightly breathless from their activities, she could feel his manhood softening between her legs.

Elena finally managed to speak. "Is it always like that?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.

Damon smiled "That was just a taste. The best bit is yet to come."

"So why did you say wait until we are married? I want to know now!" Elena demanded.

"As much as I would like to take you to my bed and spend all day making love to you until we are too exhausted to carry on. Then we can lay naked in each others arms and talk about things which aren't even important to us." he smiled, then he had a thought. "Like chocolate."

"What's chocolate?" Elena asked.

"I'll show you." Damon replied as he urged Elena to get up to allow him to get the chocolate he had Bonnie send her. He took it out of the bargueño and broke a small piece off. "Be careful, too much isn't good for the waist." he joked as he placed the tiny piece of chocolate into Elena's mouth.

The taste was incredible yet familiar as the creamy texture melted away on her tongue. When it had finished she looked at Damon in surprise. "It tastes like you." she smiled.

"I wondered if you were going to say the." Damon frowned.

"Why?" Elena asked.

"To a vampire, chocolate is the closest flavour to human blood, although it doesn't satisfy us in the same way. When you drank my blood I noticed your eyes turn lighter. A human wouldn't be able to spot the difference." he started.

"Yours were like water." Elena interrupted him.

"You noticed, interesting." Damon raised an eyebrow. "When you are around my blood, other than teeth, you are showing all of the signs of being a vampire. I wanted to know whether blood and chocolate were alike for you. You just confirmed it."

"Does that make me part vampire?" Elena asked as Damon shook his head.

"No, but your body wants me to turn you." he told her.

"And will you?" Elena asked.

Damon thought for a moment. "I think we ought to get married first before we delve into that topic." he replied. "And I think it is time for us both to retire. Tomorrow we will tell Maud what you know and she can fill you in with what she knows as I have a few meetings with the King." he smiled.

"Of course." Elena nodded before kissing Damon goodnight on the lips. "Will we be having supper again tomorrow?" she asked.

"As long as we get to dine on some of each other's chocolate." Damon smirked, clearly a suggestion of sharing blood once more.

"I would be most disappointed if we did not My Lord." Elena smiled and curtsied. "Goodnight." she whispered and walked back to her room.

"Goodnight Elena." Damon smiled as she closed the door leaving them both alone for the night.

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