"Disclaimer: 1) a renunciation of any claim to or connection with; 2) a disavowal; 3) a statement made to save one's own ass" ~Kevin Smith, Dogma

In other words, we all know we don't anything TVD, we all wish we did...down to every last snarky comment (insert eye-thing and sexy smirk here)

A/N; Warning... super long author's note! If you hate them, just skip to the "Happy Reading!"

I feel like this is a little OOC (Out Of Character), but that's why it's fan fic. If our beloved Damon and Elena would actually get their act together on the show, then we might not have anything to write about. So, I'm afraid your in for sappy and overly understanding Damon, a give-in-too-easy Elena, and a give-up-too-easy Stefan. Much more OOC then I usual write them, but hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

When I first started this story it was going to be a one-shot all about Damon and Elena sharing blood, but it's turned into more than that. Now, it's a multi-chapter and I've really gotten into the scenes where Damon teaches Elena to feed. It raised a lot of really interesting questions about how the different characters view blood and feeding.

This is definitely a Delena story, but be warned...there is also quite a bit of Stefan/Stelena. Also, hints of some menage moments. Have to admit, I'm usually a Stefan/Stelena hater... ok, I don't completely hate him. I just love to yell at the TV when he's being all broody. He's so Angel.

(P.s. Did 4x06 remind any BtVS fans of anything? Maybe a certain Xmas Buffy episode where The First torments Angel? Anyone?)

One last side note; Damon's car... I'm a nerd (with apparently nothing better to do, lol)... So, I looked up the names of Chevy's original paint colors, and crosschecked a few sources for the year. Pretty sure I got it right, but I would looooove feed back on it.

Finally... Happy Reading!

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Giving Into You

Like a moth into a flame, I'm hypnotized
And like a stone, I'm paralyzed cause I can't look away

~Break this Spell, Daughtry

Chapter One: The Blood Share

Damon pulled up to Elena's house in his '67 Marina Blue Chevy Camaro. With Meredith's words ringing in his ears, he took a deep breath and swallowed his pride. She was right. He needed to fix things. Damon thought he'd start with Elena.

The moment he got out of his car, he heard a commotion inside. Damon furrowed his brows as he shut the car door to listen closer. "Elena...Elena..." He heard her name being spoken in choked words. Damon didn't wait long enough to figure out who the voice belonged to before taking off at vamp speed.

In an instant, he was in her house pulling Elena off of someone and pushing her back. She barely gave Damon a glance as she tried to plow through him, her fangs fully extended and her face full of rage at being torn away from her meal.

"Stop!" Damon yelled at her, barely registering the rapid heartbeat behind him. He held his hands up, speaking in a firmer, yet more gentle voice. "Stop." This time Elena seemed to understand that it was Damon standing in front of her. He watched as the darkness in her eyes faded, and the veins beneath them receded.

Damon turned to see a horrified Matt barely standing, clutching his wrist. He couldn't blame him. Not long ago Damon had been standing on his neck, and Elena had been the one to save him. After he approached Matt and compelled him, Damon turned back around to Elena. He could tell she was desperately trying to hold back tears. "What have I done?"

"Nothing you should be ashamed of. You are a vampire now. You just have to learn the right way to be one. And I'm going to teach you." She nodded her head slowly, looking sadly into his eyes.

When Damon brought his hand up to touch the side of her face, she couldn't hold herself back anymore. Elena leapt up into his arms and started to sob. Damon was a bit taken back, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly as she whispered his name. "Damon..."

"Elena, it's going to be okay." He brought one hand to cradle the back of her head, as the other started to rub her back. She stirred a little in Damon's arms as he continued to whisper comforting shushes to her. Elena's sobs started to subside, and her breathing seemed to steady.

"Thank you, Damon. If you hadn't have been here..." She trailed off, not wanting to think what could have happened. Elena moved her chin off Damon's shoulder, and nuzzled closer into his body.

"Hey, hey...I told you, everything's going to be okay." He felt her nod into his shoulder. Elena seemed to stir a bit more, and then her inhaling started to become deeper. It took him a moment to realize that she was breathing in his scent. "Elena?"

He could feel her hot breath start to curl around his neck. "Damon, I..." He started to pull away slowly. As Damon looked into her eyes, he could see they were becoming dark again.

Damon looked at her confusingly. "Elena, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just...still..." She trailed off, all the while staring at Damon's neck. It was then they heard the front door open, and they instinctively backed away from each other. Then, panic rose in Elena's eyes. "Jeremy."

"Shh, it's ok." Damon reached out and put his hands on Elena's shoulders. "Just stay calm." She bit her lip and nodded her head.

"Elena?"

She took a deep breath. "In here, Jer."

"Hey, I'm really beat, I'm going up to bed, k?"

"Yeah, ok, goodnight." She looked into Damon's eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile.

"Night," they heard Jeremy yell, before hearing his footsteps on the stairs.

Elena let her shoulders slump beneath Damon's hands. "I don't want to hurt him. What if I..." She really didn't want to finish her sentence.

"Elena, maybe you should come to the boarding house tonight."

She shook her head, letting her eyes drop to the floor. "I don't want Stefan to see me like this." Elena quickly looked up at him ashamed. She felt guilty for throwing his brother in his face.

Damon looked at her with a tight face. "What do you want, Elena?" It was a question with such a double edge.

She didn't really know what she wanted, but she knew what she needed. "Could you...stay here tonight? So...so, I don't do anything I'll regret."

Damon thought about exactly what she had said. Her answer held so much of what was unspoken between them. He just nodded.

After Damon had grabbed a bottle of Ric's hidden bourbon, they snuck up to Elena's bed room. They had both decided it was better if Jeremy didn't know that Damon was there. He couldn't help but feel like he was some sort of silly teenager sneaking up to his girlfriend's bedroom. Damon even had the alcohol to go with his little cliche.

Once inside her room, Damon went straight for the window seat. Elena closed her door and leaned against it. She carefully watched as Damon slid out of his jacket and unscrewed the lid off the Maker's Mark. He brought the bottle up to his lips and took a long drink. As he lowered it away from his lips, Damon noticed the way Elena was looking at him.

He tried to ignore it, but neither one of them could deny how the situation brought them back to a certain Denver motel room. Damon took a deep breath, and managed to plaster a fake smile on his lips. He held up the bottle, offering it to Elena.

She pushed herself away from the door, and in spite of herself, sauntered over a bit to Damon. Elena stood in front of him and excepted the bottle before backing up to sit down on the edge of her bed. She looked Damon in the eye as she mimicked his actions and brought the alcohol up to her lips.

Damon just looked at her and chuckled. She watched as he started to take his boots off and make himself comfortable on the window seat. "You're not going to sleep there, are you?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Yeah, well...I wasn't really going to sleep..." He started to trail off. "I'm not really tired."

"I meant...well," Elena paused, and couldn't help but be a little confused. She expected some sort of smart ass comment or sexual innuendo, but Damon was being so calm. He seemed so far away. "Damon, you don't have to stay, if you don't want too," she said sadly.

"Elena, I'm not going anywhere. You need me to stay, and I'm staying."

"Ok, but you you don't have to stay on my window seat all night. I mean," she paused, trying to sound as casual as she could, "It's not like you've never slept in my bed before. I'm used to not being able to kick you out of it." Elena smirked at him, but it had no effect. "Damon, what's wrong? What is it?"

For a moment Damon just looked at her blankly, then he smiled. "Nothing. You're right." He came over and sat next to her, taking the bottle back and taking an extra long drink...longer than before.

Elena wanted to say something, ask why he was being so...so un-Damon, but decided against it. Instead she just smiled back, then got up and went to her dresser. She looked at Damon in the mirror, who wasn't looking at her. He was just staring straight ahead. Elena couldn't help but feel like she had done something to break him, because that's how he looked right now...broken.

"I'll be right back, ok?" He just kept looking in front of him, and nodded. Elena turned to take her sleeping clothes to the bathroom. Before she went in, she stole one more glance in his direction. All she managed to see was the back of Damon's head tip back as he took another long drink of bourbon.

When she reentered her room, Damon seemed a little more relaxed. He was on top of her covers, one hand beneath his head and the other laying lazily on his stomach. He was still staring up at the ceiling when Elena approached her bed.

For some reason she just didn't seem to feel like sliding under the covers, so she just laid on top of them as Damon did. He turned his head to look at her. Elena was laying on her side with one hand under her pillow. Damon watched as she brought her other hand over and laid it on top of his. He looked down at their hands on his stomach, and let out a sigh.

"Damon." She waited until his eyes were boring into hers before continuing. "I want to thank you for staying, for looking out for me, for always..." She trailed off and started to lace her fingers through his.

Damon brought his eyes down to look at their hands again. His breath was ragged as he spoke. "Elena, what are you doing?" When he brought his eyes back up to hers, he noticed she was no longer looking back into his.

"I'm not sure." Her eyes were now darting between his lips and his throat.

Damon was starting to feel her breath on his face. When he turned on his side to face her, she came closer. Elena brought herself up on her elbow and leaned down into his neck.

"Elena..." He felt her lips next to the vein in his neck. Just as he felt a light graze of teeth, he shot upwards and forced himself back against her headboard. "Elena!"

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, caught somewhere between hunger and lust. "Damon..." Elena slowly started to sit up and bring her legs underneath her. She looked like she was about to pounce on him. Damon couldn't tell if she wanted to feed from him, or rip his clothes off.

As much as his body was reacting, Damon knew it was wrong. He leaned forward and grabbed her shoulders. "Elena, you don't know what you're doing."

She let out a deep sigh. Elena seemed a little more aware of her actions, but her breath was still raspy. "I know, but I just can't stop. I feel like I don't want to. Damon," she whispered seriously, "Your blood..."

"Elena, you shouldn't be reacting this way to my blood." He cocked his head to one side, confused and concerned. "You couldn't even keep it down."

"Well...not exactly." Elena looked away from him. She looked sheepish, and her breathing was returning to normal.

Damon dropped his hands from her shoulders. "What do you mean not exactly?"

"I tried to drink animal blood again...after drinking yours."

"What?" He made a disgusted face. "Why?"

"I was just so...so hungry. I thought that if I tried it again, it might not be as bad." Elena's face fell. "But it was, and...well, you know the rest."

"So, you can keep my blood down," he said quietly, and more to himself than to Elena. "Well, what about the blood bags?" Elena was surprised at how hopeful Damon sounded.

"I've tried. They don't work." She just shook her head. "What's wrong with me?"

Damon placed his hand under her chin and brought her face up to his. "I told you. You just need it from the vein."

Elena smiled at him before turning her head and letting her smile drop. "I think you're right. I'm just scared of hurting someone."

"Elena, look at me." Damon's tone was serious, and not in a comforting way. He sounded worried.

"What?"

"Look at me." Damon looked at her eyes. It was like he was looking for something. He was concentrating so hard that he didn't notice how swept up in his baby blues she was becoming. "Elena, is Matt's blood the only blood you've had since you turned?"

Elena nodded, then added, "And the little bit of yours I didn't throw up."

He frowned. "You know, I got punched the last time for this."

She started squirming a bit as he rolled up his sleeve. "Damon?"

"You need blood." He stopped and looked at Elena. Her eyes were starting to turn a bit black.

"Stefan said it meant something."

"I'm not going to lie, it's...something. I understand why Stefan got upset, but you haven't had enough blood. You may not be able to feel it, but your body is starving itself."

Damon steadied himself on the bed with one hand. He held out the other and offered Elena his wrist. This time he didn't bite it for her. Damon held in a breath as he watched her start to eye up his veins. Elena positioned herself until she was practically sitting in his lap.

Just as she had her both hands wrapped around his arm, he pulled his wrist back a little. "Elena, wait."

"What's the matter?" She now had a death grip on his arm, not wanting to let it go.

"Just remember...this...well, you just need blood."

Elena saw the look in his eyes, and sensed he was feeling a bit guilty about what they were about to do. However, at the minute, she just didn't seem to care. "I know."

"Tomorrow we'll start working on snatch, feed, erase. Ok?"

"Ok." Her breathing had become erratic, and she was squirming.

Damon brought his wrist back up and watched as Elena's eyes glazed over with darkness and ecstasy. He couldn't help but let out a small groan as Elena sunk her fangs into his skin. He let his eyes close as he felt her pull his warm liquid into her mouth. Elena let out a satisfied moan of her own as she swallowed Damon. He tasted just as good as the last time.

She pushed her body back towards him even more. It was no longer his hand holding him upright, but the side of Elena's body pushing him into her headboard. "Elena..." Damon felt another deep pull from her mouth before she broke away. She gasped for air she didn't really need, then let out a little whimper. Now Damon was the one to squirm a bit.

"Damon, please don't tell me to stop." Her words were filled with desperate need.

Damon couldn't help but smile. "It's ok," he whispered roughly in her ear, "Keep going." Elena's eyes almost rolled back in her head.

As she lowered her lips back down to the wound she had created, she felt Damon pull her back so she was flush against his chest. She couldn't help but let out a little moan. Elena moved one hand down and found Damon's hand on the bed, clutching the covers. She placed hers on top of his, and intertwined their fingers.

Finally Elena pulled her fangs out of Damon, but didn't pull her body away. She was still grasping Damon's arm as he lowered it and snaked it around her waist. He felt Elena relax into him, and in one motion he had them laying on their sides. Elena was about to say something, when she noticed that Damon had fallen fast asleep. She smiled to herself, and followed him soon after.

Elena woke up in the middle of the night, in Damon's arms. When she started to stir, he didn't seem to wake up. "Damon, are you awake? Damon?" When he didn't answer, or move at all, she got a little worried. Turning around, she started to shake him. "Damon!"

She was relieved when his eyes opened slightly. "Elena?" Damon seemed to be a little disorientated.

Elena couldn't help but think how amazing he looked, just waking up. His raven hair was ruffled, his eyes were a bit dazed, and cute little noises were escaping his lips. "Are you ok?"

Damon smiled at her. "Yeah, just almost forgot where I was."

"I thought maybe I took too much," she said apprehensively, then added, "of your blood."

"Well, you did take quite a bit...but you needed it." Damon tried to smirk at her reaction, but was too tired. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than I have been. How are you?"

"I'm fine," Damon said, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

Elena frowned. "No, your not. I took to much."

"Elena, it's ok," he said firmly. She just frowned and nodded. "You think you'll be ok if I take off?" She was sure she had drank enough blood not to lose control for the night, but for some reason she didn't want him to go. "Elena?"

"Do you think...could you just stay a little longer?"

He smiled. "Of course." Elena smiled back, and snuggled down to face him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that asking Damon to stay wasn't entirely appropriate. Only, the part of her that wanted Damon to stay, the part that felt safe with him, felt protected...that part was louder, and ultimately won.

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To Be Continued... Chapter Two: Vampire Feeding 101

When Elena breaks the news to Stefan that his Bambi-diet isn't working, his reaction surprises her. Damon takes Elena on her first Vampire Feeding Lesson to an unexpected location. Finally, Elena is intrigued by the brother's behavior towards each other.

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