In case you haven't noticed- I Should Go by Levi Kreis was the song that was playing in the backround while Damon was about to die from the Werewolf bite, and Elena was with him in his bed. And, because of that, has been named the soundtrack for Delena.

It's a beautiful song. Really. It also is so completely Delena that I'm suprised it wasn't written for them.

Anyway, I love the song, love Damon, and love writing. So, here we are. My first ever song-fic for Delena. And, maybe, just in general. I truly can't recall.

I kind of stepped out of my comfort zone for this one.

Love you all. Enjoy.

I Should Go

Damon Salvatore had been alone for quite a while.

Nothing felt right anymore. He couldn't do anything that he used to or, God forbid, anything he wanted to do. There wasn't a safe option.

And, every time he found some unsuspecting girl-after dragging himself out of bed for what always seemed like it was the first time in years-all he could notice is how they had chocolate brown eyes and hair of the same color. Everywhere he looked. Seemed a little suspicious to him.

He could never go through with it-taking their blood. He would always just compel them to get out of his sight. To run, as fast as they could, and go home. To never remember his blue eyes and raven black hair that seemed to reflect every color of the rainbow out into the air.

And, run they did.

Today was different, though. He would see Elena today.

Elena wouldn't see him, but that didn't matter. It was the one day a year that he allowed himself to get anywhere near her. To smell her amazing scent, the one thing that reminded him of the taste of her blood more than anything else.

It was her birthday. The fifth one since she had last laid eyes on him.

The third day of November, 2016.

Damon's eyes had opened much earlier than usual on this day. He had been awake and alert at 4:00am this morning. Which was good. He had a long run ahead of him if he was going to get to where she was.

He crawled out of bed, draining an amazing amount of his stock of blood that he kept in his fridge before showering and throwing on clothes.

The white button-down that he had thrown over black jeans was not holding up so well in the wind. He had to pause once to rebutton it, which had annoyed him.

He was running as fast as his legs would take him - dashing through miles and miles of forest, cities, even jumping over a couple of small lakes and rivers on his jaunt. It didn't take him as long as usual to cross the epic amount of space that hovered between him and her. Damon was standing in front of the boarding house at what seemed to be six o'clock. A mere fourteen hours of constant running. It didn't phase him in the slightest.

He could hear voices coming from inside the building. Two, actually. Both regrettably familiar.

His brother-the person he hated the most in the world-and his beautiful Elena.

They were arguing about something. It didn't really matter what it was about, but Damon picked out words like, "Vampire," and, "Forever."

So, Elena didn't want to be a vampire.

It didn't take long for Stefan to step out of the Boarding House and run into the opposing side of the forest from Damon. Well, that made it almost too easy.

Damon stepped out from his hiding place behind a large oak tree, and walked slowly toward the front door. He walked up the familiar wooden steps, taking in a deep breath and basking in the breeze that was coming from the west, blowing Stefan's scent away and slamming him with fresh air. He loved the smell of the air here.

The steps didn't creek in the slightest as he took the last of them and reached the wood of the porch. He opened his eyes, now, and was met with the sight of the large wooden door that held so many memories. But those weren't what he was here for.

Damon pulled a small box from his back pocket, wrapped delicately in silver paper. There wasn't a bow on the top-there never was. Just a beautifully metallic sheet of paper that he shaped around the box with his own hands.

He placed it on the floor in front of the door and turned away. He would walk around the house, look into the windows and try and catch sight of Elena. He had time. All he had was time.

"Damon."

Oh, no, Damon thought, stopping in his tracks. Why wasn't I paying attention? Damn it, why wasn't I paying attention?

Elena saw as every single muscle in Damon's body clenched. He looked exactly the same- well, at least from behind. Just short enough so that he wasn't lanky, just tall enough to look good with a woman, just lean enough that he wasn't too muscular, and just mysterious enough to make you look more than once.

She didn't expect him to turn around but, turn around he did.

Their eyes didn't meet for quite a while. They were drinking in each other's appearance, taking in every curve of each other's bodies and painting a mental picture that was so much better than what they held in their memories.

"Elena," Damon responded.

At the sound of his voice, Elena's eyes jumped to his. Blue crashed with brown, and years of pain fell from both of thier gazes. They were enraptured. Trapped. Caged.

Here we are

Isn't it familiar?

Haven't had someone to talk to

In such a long time

And it's strange

All we have in common

And your company was just the thing I needed tonight

Somehow I feel I should apologize

'Cause I'm just a little shaken

By what's going on inside

Damon turned back around, taking one step forward, away from Elena. He didn't belong here. This had never been his home, and she had never been his anything.

I should go

Before my will gets any weaker

And my eyes begin to linger longer than they should

Elena didn't tell her feet to move forward. She didn't tell her hand to reach out, to grab Damon's wrist with all the strength in her human body.

"Please," Elena gasped. "Please, I haven't seen you in so long! Just... don't leave yet."

Damon flicked Elena's hand off of him.

I should go

Before I lose my sense of reason

And this hour holds more meaning

Than it ever could

I should go

"I should go, Elena," Damon whispered. "You were never supposed to surprise me like that. I shouldn't be here."

I should go

"That isn't true, Damon!" Elena said, reaching for Damon again and pulling him toward her. "If you didn't want to be caught, you wouldn't have been. I know you."

Baby, I should go

Damon had a feeling that she was right. He just might have heard her gentle footfalls walking to the door. Just might have heard her fragile hand turning the locks on the door.

Elena had a good grip on Damon's hand, now. She had pulled him closer and closer to her, until she could wrap her arms around his neck. He resisted for only a few seconds, giving in and pulling her so tight against him that neither of them could breathe.

Elena let a small laugh escape her. "You're exactly as I remember. Just... keep your hands where they are. I am in law school, now."

It's so hard- keeping my composure

And pretending I don't see how your body

Curves beneath your clothes

And your laugh is pure and unaffected

It frightens me to know so well the place I shouldn't go

Damon's lip's lifted into what felt like a smile. He hadn't done that in such a long time.

"You wouldn't do that to litte old me, would you, Elena?" He whispered into her ear, letting her go completely.

He didn't have much restraint. The call of her essence was almost too much for him to handle.

"Just try it, Salvatore," Elena joked, smiling.

Elena hadn't felt like her age in years. Damon's presence was drawing out so many things- just like when she found his gift on her porch every year.

It was always a charm. He had given her the bracelet the day before he disappeared, and she had never taken it off. She had five charms, now. Five years. One-thousand, eight-hundred and twenty-five days.

Damon couldn't believe how much older she looked. When he had left, she still had some girlish features about her-soft features that were precious and gentle. Now, she didn't look innocent. Not at all.

A small black dress clung to her curves, matching the black Stilettos that adorned her feet. Her hair was still silk, but was framing a more angular face.

Beautiful. She looked much closer to Damon's age, now.

And much farther from Stefan's. Damon could understand why he would want her to change sooner rather than later.

"I approve of your change in your wardrobe," Damon muttered, turning his head away.

He wouldn't touch her again. It was amazing-the way her aura drew him in. He didn't even want her blood, in this moment. Just to feel her silky skin beneath his hands.

But, I know I've got to take a noble path

'Cause I don't want you to question

The intentions that I have

Elena's smile lit up Damon's world once again. "Uh, yeah. It's a little more grown-up, don't you think?"

Oh, Damon definitely thought. Not that he would admit to it.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. You've always been beautiful."

Elena had always loved the way Damon spoke to her. Hard, gentle. Distant, close. No one else could speak the way he did. She had missed it.

What am I saying? Elena thought. I married his brother.

"So," Damon said. "Where's Stefan?"

Elena moved inside the house, walking slowly and surely. "Um. Hunting, I think."

Damon moved to step inside the house, giving up on escaping. He'd have to maneuver his way out of her clutches.

He couldn't get inside.

"No," Damon whispered, his voice rising steadily. "You didn't. You didn't marry my brother. Please, tell me you didn't-"

"I didn't want to! I didn't know what to do! I was scared-"

Elena clasped her hand over her mouth immediately. She had promised that she would never say that to anyone. But, there Damon was. Stripping her feelings bare once again.

And that was a rhetorical question. Her answering at all-let alone so quickly-made everything awkward for a second.

Then, Damon's eyes flashed up to meet Elena's. "How could you not want to? He's perfect, isn't he? Saint Stefan going and saving everyone... all while stealing your heart. How. Fucking. Noble."

Elena didn't know what to say. She had just admitted that she wanted out of her marriage, and there was no way to take it back.

She finally decided on the truth. "He never really had my heart, Damon."

Damon had barely heard her. Red was flooding his vision, hate building the tension in his jaw. But, he did hear her. Heard what he was sure was just another lie.

"Don't try and salvage anything for me, Elena," Damon spat. "I never should've come. I... need to get back home. Plants to water. Cat to feed."

I don't mean to leave you

With a trivial excuse

But, when you call tomorrow

I'll know what to do

It was quiet for a while, just the sound of Damon's slow but sure foot falls. He could even pretend, for just a second, that this never happened. That it would be alright to walk away.

"I'm in love with you, Damon!" Elena's scream called out desperately to the man that was casually walking down the porch steps. "I have been ever since you got me that stupid dog!"

Alright, Damon wasn't expecting that one. A slap to the face, maybe. Yelling at him, sure. Pulling out a stake—oh, definitely.

But never this. Never did he think that he would have a palpable reason to wrap his arms around her and steal her away. To guide her emotions and unwrap her soul. But, there it was! It was just so close and Damon could practically taste renewal on his tongue, could practically run his fingers through it.

But embracing that would just be too damn easy, wouldn't it?

I should go

Before my will gets any weaker

And my eyes begin to linger longer than they should

"You don't love me, Elena," Damon spat. "You love the idea of me. And embracing that isn't good for anyone."

Damon wasn't facing her, but he could hear Elena's soft sobs. He could feel the ground reverberate as warm tears fell from her cheek bones and crashed on the brick flooring.

"Oh, really? How would you even know?" She screamed, taking a step away from him. "Could you hear me crying on the phone with Bonnie every night after you left? Did you hear the counselor tell me that I was suffering from such deep depression that they wanted to lock me away? Did you feel my heart breaking more, and more, everyday that I had to wake up knowing that I would never see your blue eyes again? That I would never feel the way that you made me feel ever again?

"And then the present came on my birthday," Elena said, driving away from the topic that she was on. "I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if it meant that you were coming back, or if it was your own sick way of telling me that you never would.

"I cried for two years, Damon!" She screamed, running forward and gripping his arm. "Two years! I waited for you!"

I should go

Before I lose my sense of reason

And this hour holds more meaning

Than it ever could

I should go

"Yeah, well," Damon said. "I guess my memory didn't stop you from jumping the broom with my brother, did it?"

"I swear to every god out there," Elena yelled, anger flooding through her when Damon yanked his arm away from her once more. "If you walk away from me, Damon Salvatore, I will hunt you down and murder you!"

A chuckle ran through Damon's body, shaking his lithe frame. "I'm so afraid."

"Are you freaking bi-polar or something?" Elena yelled, rushing forward toward Damon just a large drop of rain hit her nose. "You're yelling at me and then you just laugh like nothing ever happened! Like all those years didn't matter-"

Damon couldn't take it anymore. He turned around faster than Elena's eyes could follow, crashing his body against hers and forcing their lips together.

Disoriented for just a second, Elena couldn't respond to Damon's mouth. She stood there, arms by her sides, tears running down her face, dizzy and exhausted. Then, she felt Damon's hands, grabbing her waist and lifting her upwards, closer to the rain that was now pouring around them.

She responded then. She hooked her heels together behind Damon's waist, and just let it be. Just let everything happen. Just let herself feel.

God, she hadn't felt anything for such a long time.

So, yeah. I could end it there. That works.

If anyone wants to see anything more on this, has a question, or just wants to be awesome, send a review.

I was kind of nervous about this one, honestly. I've been wanting to write this for quite a while... and things that I over think never turn out as awesome as I'd like. But, I'm fairly happy with it.

If there's anyone who wants me to write more on this, tell me. I think I want to write the scene when Stefan returns... if Damon will stay or not. About the dog that I mentioned earlier that you guys probably thought was weird and random.

Lots of love,

Molly B.