Italian Words Used:
1) Mi Amore = My love
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      Once in their room, Damon shut the door softly. Elena sat perched on the bed and the formation of tears was again lining her lapis blue eyes. For a moment he could only watch as they slipped down her pale cheeks. Then, he went to her.
       A long look passed between them, silent comprehension of thoughts and feelings. Finally he sat down next to her. Elena wanted comfort so he offered her the only type he knew.
      Enveloping her in his arms as usual he didn't speak. He lay back into the pillows, allowing her to rest her head on him. He held her close, wiping away the tears that fell.
      She sighed and said tightly, voice shaking with both grief and animosity, "I'm going to find her. I'm going to kill her."
      "Shh." Damon told her softly. He gently pushed off strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes.
      His lips were cool as he kissed her cheeks, just brushing them over her skin, and over the places where there had been tears.
      "_Mi amore_, close your eyes."
      Elena struggled to again slow her rage filled heart and obeyed. She heard him add softly, "I'll stay here with you."
      I'll do whatever it takes to get my revenge, to make that woman pay and Hell will freeze and the Heavens will fall before I give up, Elena thought viciously.
      Her head was pounding and she thought she needed some aspirin. Her eyes were stinging but she shut them tighter and prayed for sleep to come quickly so she could momentarily escape this life she lived.
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      Damon opened his eyes as Elena stirred. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, wondering what to do, what to say to her and wondering if she'd regret her choice, being in the time of need he couldn't comfort her as he knew his brother was capable. But then he knew of their undeniable understanding, when words were not needed and just a look or simply being there was enough.
      Elena looked up at him, blue eyes soft. He opened his mouth in a quick breath, and what he said took a lot for him to do since he was no master at reveling feelings. He didn't think he'd need to tell her, figured she'd all ready know but he went ahead anyway.
       "I'm sorry, Elena."
      "For what?" She asked, bewildered.
      "For this." He told her simply.
      "Oh Damon it's not your faultm" she said with a shake of her head.
      "It is." He admitted. "You deserve.... better." He added, "Look at what you've been through. You've told me before how you wish you could have peace just once."
      "And I do. But if this is what I need to go through, I will. Someday, Damon, we will live in peace. But for now, if you're with me, I can get through it."
      There was a brief silence before he said, "I love you."
      "I know." She said and she kissed his neck softly.
      More silence followed. Elena sighed.
      "I wish I could have said goodbye. To have seen him one last time. Now that he's gone, this is more serious than we thought. Threats to Stefan wasn't a joke, but now that she's killed, it's another story, it's gone too far. I'm going to do something, Damon."
      He went to say something but she put up a hand. "You especially know how I am. You know I won't do nothing, no matter how much you try to persuade me other wise. I need to do this. For Stefan, for us, for _Matt_. He would have done it if it were me that was dead."
      Damon couldn't answer, for as much as he wanted to tell her no, he knew she had a point.
      "The question is what."
      "What?" Damon asked ironically, making an odd expression of confusion and then almost smiled at the slight play on words.
      "What do we do?"
      Damon thought for a moment. Then a memory came into play. His room on Via Tornabouni. Stefan's painfully, startling, and all too truthful words that had made him stop, drop his gaze. Imagine, him, dropping his gaze and no retort for what his little brother had said. Shocked, speechless, all together guilty as Stefan had went to leave.
      And then it had happened. The power in the room  vibrating from wall to wall. Being summoned and Bonnie had done it. Claiming Elena had told them so. Well that had been all he needed: he'd heard the name "Elena", and he was going. Of course, he'd say it was only the spell, that he was only there for "reasons of his own", but really as Stefan had brutally and bluntly said, he did care.
       Stefan had promised to Elena's dying wish, and Damon could not go back on it. It was the best he could do....
      Mentally Damon shook himself; he was getting beyond himself. It wasn't the point. The point was Bonnie.
      Aloud he said, "Bonnie."
      "Bonnie?.." A pause. "_Oh_. My God, Damon, that's it! Spells! There has to be a way to summon her!"
      "We go to the place Matt was killed."
      Elena looked at him, arching a brow. "We don't know where it is." Then she glanced around the room, thinking. "We'll have to ask Bonnie more when she's ready to tell. But this is good, we have a starting point."
      Damon nodded. "You can thank me later, my dear. Right now I think we better tell of our idea."
      Elena nodded vigorously. If only we had thought of a way before she'd killed Matt, Elena thought wistfully. But then she thought, We'll do it Matt, we'll get her, we'll kill her. And Bonnie is the key.
1) Mi Amore = My love
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      Once in their room, Damon shut the door softly. Elena sat perched on the bed and the formation of tears was again lining her lapis blue eyes. For a moment he could only watch as they slipped down her pale cheeks. Then, he went to her.
       A long look passed between them, silent comprehension of thoughts and feelings. Finally he sat down next to her. Elena wanted comfort so he offered her the only type he knew.
      Enveloping her in his arms as usual he didn't speak. He lay back into the pillows, allowing her to rest her head on him. He held her close, wiping away the tears that fell.
      She sighed and said tightly, voice shaking with both grief and animosity, "I'm going to find her. I'm going to kill her."
      "Shh." Damon told her softly. He gently pushed off strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes.
      His lips were cool as he kissed her cheeks, just brushing them over her skin, and over the places where there had been tears.
      "_Mi amore_, close your eyes."
      Elena struggled to again slow her rage filled heart and obeyed. She heard him add softly, "I'll stay here with you."
      I'll do whatever it takes to get my revenge, to make that woman pay and Hell will freeze and the Heavens will fall before I give up, Elena thought viciously.
      Her head was pounding and she thought she needed some aspirin. Her eyes were stinging but she shut them tighter and prayed for sleep to come quickly so she could momentarily escape this life she lived.
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      Damon opened his eyes as Elena stirred. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, wondering what to do, what to say to her and wondering if she'd regret her choice, being in the time of need he couldn't comfort her as he knew his brother was capable. But then he knew of their undeniable understanding, when words were not needed and just a look or simply being there was enough.
      Elena looked up at him, blue eyes soft. He opened his mouth in a quick breath, and what he said took a lot for him to do since he was no master at reveling feelings. He didn't think he'd need to tell her, figured she'd all ready know but he went ahead anyway.
       "I'm sorry, Elena."
      "For what?" She asked, bewildered.
      "For this." He told her simply.
      "Oh Damon it's not your faultm" she said with a shake of her head.
      "It is." He admitted. "You deserve.... better." He added, "Look at what you've been through. You've told me before how you wish you could have peace just once."
      "And I do. But if this is what I need to go through, I will. Someday, Damon, we will live in peace. But for now, if you're with me, I can get through it."
      There was a brief silence before he said, "I love you."
      "I know." She said and she kissed his neck softly.
      More silence followed. Elena sighed.
      "I wish I could have said goodbye. To have seen him one last time. Now that he's gone, this is more serious than we thought. Threats to Stefan wasn't a joke, but now that she's killed, it's another story, it's gone too far. I'm going to do something, Damon."
      He went to say something but she put up a hand. "You especially know how I am. You know I won't do nothing, no matter how much you try to persuade me other wise. I need to do this. For Stefan, for us, for _Matt_. He would have done it if it were me that was dead."
      Damon couldn't answer, for as much as he wanted to tell her no, he knew she had a point.
      "The question is what."
      "What?" Damon asked ironically, making an odd expression of confusion and then almost smiled at the slight play on words.
      "What do we do?"
      Damon thought for a moment. Then a memory came into play. His room on Via Tornabouni. Stefan's painfully, startling, and all too truthful words that had made him stop, drop his gaze. Imagine, him, dropping his gaze and no retort for what his little brother had said. Shocked, speechless, all together guilty as Stefan had went to leave.
      And then it had happened. The power in the room  vibrating from wall to wall. Being summoned and Bonnie had done it. Claiming Elena had told them so. Well that had been all he needed: he'd heard the name "Elena", and he was going. Of course, he'd say it was only the spell, that he was only there for "reasons of his own", but really as Stefan had brutally and bluntly said, he did care.
       Stefan had promised to Elena's dying wish, and Damon could not go back on it. It was the best he could do....
      Mentally Damon shook himself; he was getting beyond himself. It wasn't the point. The point was Bonnie.
      Aloud he said, "Bonnie."
      "Bonnie?.." A pause. "_Oh_. My God, Damon, that's it! Spells! There has to be a way to summon her!"
      "We go to the place Matt was killed."
      Elena looked at him, arching a brow. "We don't know where it is." Then she glanced around the room, thinking. "We'll have to ask Bonnie more when she's ready to tell. But this is good, we have a starting point."
      Damon nodded. "You can thank me later, my dear. Right now I think we better tell of our idea."
      Elena nodded vigorously. If only we had thought of a way before she'd killed Matt, Elena thought wistfully. But then she thought, We'll do it Matt, we'll get her, we'll kill her. And Bonnie is the key.