Chapter 7: 'My Savior, My Killer'

It was their first weekend alone, it had been two hours to the time Stefan and Caroline had left the house and the silence was setting in, on his strong insistence he was making her breakfast. She was really out of place now as he had told her that he was not going to the hospital, so that he could take care of her and that meant she was going to spend the whole day with her 'Husband' without any interruptions. Why did she let her emotions get to her, just seeing Caroline insanely close to Damon made her very frustrated? Whatever it was, Damon was supposed to be limited to her and not her tall, blonde, flawless friend, she shrugged the thought off.

She never knew when he was behind her, only when he touched her shoulder, she turned to him, "Breakfast is ready."

She pulled out a warm smile, "Huh. Okay."

He cocked his head to a side, "You can talk to me you know. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

She blushed, he was reading her like an open book, was her insecurity this much on display. He stroked her face with the back of his hand, "I feel stupid now." She confessed.

He shook his head, "Elena-, "She moved away from him, wrapping her arms across her chest, as if avoiding to face the music of her earlier moments, "I got a little overwhelmed by them here, and now that they are gone…"

"It's weird." He completed and she nodded.

He nodded," They can always come back. Relax, I don't expect you to initiate anything here."

"Yeah I know." She bit her lip turning around to see he was way too close, her hands ended up on his chest. He was looking at her intently, her eyes were focused on the marble floor, her skin heated up as she felt him cup her face making her look at him. Her big doe eyes bored into his. "You trust me right Elena?"

"I wouldn't be alone with you if I didn't." she said barely above a whisper.

"Not my answer." He said making her look at him.

"I trust you, I do."

He nodded backing away and she missed his touch, he grinned wide, "Breakfast is waiting."

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So far staying alone with him wasn't the worst thing. They watched a movie after lunch, they went out to the park, she had to wear extra coats so she wouldn't be recognized, he also wore glasses bigger than his face. When they came back, she took off his glasses wearing them, "Damn It's hot outside."

"You're wearing four layers of clothes of course it's warm." She tried to unbutton her coat, "A little help, my arms are stuffed literally."

He rolled his eyes, and started unbuttoning her coat, "So Mama and Dad called and they are going to be here soon."

"Mama and Dad as in? "

"Lily and Giuseppe Salvatore, my parents." He unbuttoned the last of her buttons, sliding it off her body. "So a little prep talk, my mother and you are very close and she is very ill so, I just hope you'd coordinate as much as you can, now she knows that you've lost your memories but still."

She nodded with a smile as he pulled over the sweater over from her. He smoothed her hair, and kept stroking it, "Well and Dad-, "

She interrupted, "You call him Dad now?" As much as she remembered, he hated his mother's husband, Giuseppe Salvatore. He had made it his life's agenda to ruin Giuseppe's life.

He bit his lip, "Yes."

She giggled as he took off her glasses, "You know you look cute when you are being all family –is!"

He rolled his eyes, "You don't need to remind me that I was a dick."

"You don't need to be reminded." She commented with a challenging grin.

They both sat at the kitchen table, he had ordered them spaghetti, she loved spaghetti. "When I was seventeen I thought you couldn't be changed. I mean, I had given up on the idea that we could be friends ever, I wanted to be friends with you, trust me. "

He let his free hand hold her, rubbing it gently.

"Now that I see you so – what can I say, caring and genuine and understanding, it almost makes me wonder if you're the same person, I remember you use to hate Stefan's father, I mean your father, I am so sorry." She bit her lip.

He remained calm, not showing a shift in his emotions. "What can I say, maybe I grew up from all that or maybe I can just tell you the truth."

"What truth?" she raised a brow.

"I had good influence and got inspired from someone, she made me love what I use to loathe, I am not going to lie, the idea of opening up to people, enjoying family, it scared me, I had always been that person who was considered a teen mistake, well, I was one as much as mama says I'm the best thing that happened her and that she doesn't regret having me so young yet I believe that I almost ruined her life. Family scared me." His grip on her hand tightened, and her features softened, she suddenly felt protective of him.

"A person told me that family is strength, not weakness, that shutting on people will end me up all alone that I shouldn't miss out on people who really wanted me to prosperous and fulfilled, people like Stefan and mama and dad, especially dad. "he spoke clearly.

She smiled as he turned his head to her, "It was the reason I was more paranoid than you were when you lost all of our memories, I know, it's selfish, but I couldn't be what I was, you and I, we had this beautiful world of ours, we would dream about –, "Then he stopped, he shouldn't tell her about their plans for having a child and even losing one. He shouldn't sadden her further, "Well it's no point in talking about things we can't control."

When he stopped talking, she missed his soothing voice, he continued eating, still holding her hand. "Who inspired you to change your ways?" she asked softly and some part of her knew the answer. "Who else?"

She shook her head, "Me? I said all of that?"

He nodded. She blushed looking away, how bad did she had it for him?

Rest of the dinner was quiet till he broke the silence, "This date is really awkward, how about we recreate lady and the tramp."

She giggled looking at the spaghetti, "You're really forward and flirt for a husband my hippocampus refuses to remember."

He gasped dramatically, "Lady, you can't use the word I taught you, that's cheating."

She helped him wash dishes, he wasn't letting her do any house work. He said as long as he is home, it's her day off. Too many days off.

He kept talking to her, "Sometimes I read our old text messages, boy we were cringy,"

She laughed as he told her, she was lying her head in his lap as he played with her long hair, "When we were in long distance, we use to talk all day long, text all day, I am just imagining how hard it must have been for Care and Stef."

She balled her hands at Caroline's nickname off his lips, why didn't she have a nickname?

"We had long distance?"

"For at least two months before I moved in here with you." He got done wiping his hands on the kitchen towel.

A little while later, they were in the bedroom, they had changed into comfortable clothes, she was looking at their pictures on the wall. She finally sat on the bed, "It's crazy how I forget all these beautiful times."

He sat on his knees in front of her taking out his wallet, he pulled out a picture of them, she could easily see they were younger in this picture, she took it in her hands as if recognizing, "Camp." She murmured. Though she didn't remember taking that picture.

"Stefan took this. I was helping you walk again, it's when you fell of that ladder, six days to that, it's the first time ever that I felt like I needed to protect you. I felt like you were someone close to me, mostly it was because I thought Stefan was into you and me causing trouble really almost deprived him from the best thing that happened to him, I felt guilty."

"Why would you think that? Stefan and me, I never in my whole life thought of him in that way. He's like the brother I never had."

He nodded almost laughing, "yeah I found out later, then all those feelings changed."

"What changed? "She asked looking up from the picture.

"I don't know – it's not like I planned it, I knew one thing though, it was that I was head over heels in love with you, well I am still – even though I am not allowed to say it."

"You are allowed to be as expressive as me, Damon." She cupped his face, "You're giving me space and time, it doesn't mean I am going to shut you out completely."

She got ahead and kissed his cheek, "you can always tell me how you feel."

"I can tell you that I love you? I love you Mrs. Elena Salvatore," He cupped her face.

She grinned, "You really like that name, don't you?"

"I love it, someday I'll get it tattooed on my ass."

She pushed him laughing, "Damon you're disgusting and weird."

"Elena, you didn't flinch twice when I suggested it half a year ago. "

She lied down on her side of the bed holding the picture. She felt his arms go around her he slowly took the picture from her.

"Hey!"

"Nope, it's my copy, get your own."

"Why would I need one? I mean I have the whole guy right here." She chuckled. He once again dragged himself closer to her stroking her hair, "Yes you have this guy, for the rest of your life. Just call out my name and I'd be right here." He held her hand and kissed it. She rested against his chest. Damon knew his wife's heartbeat always ran a little rapid than normal but today it was just racing. He cupped the back of her head, stroking her hair, speaking above a whisper, "Nothing to be worried about, I am here my love."

She nodded against his chest closing her eyes, what was he doing to her? All she could think was of his hands, how would they feel if he ran them all over her body, if he shifted her to his lap, if he kissed her like there is going to be no tomorrow? A sudden ache rose between her legs, well she was mentally still a virgin, though time to time she had a few flashes in which it was very clear that she wasn't one at all. She sometimes had flashes of her being very intimately close to Damon.

She turned away from him but he at once wrapped his arms around her. She bit her lip. Damon probably didn't know what was going in her head, not like he would mind. She might have moaned slightly which encouraged him and he leaned his head in her neck, she could feel his fresh and soft hair against her jaw, his warm lips planting kisses on her neck.

"We shouldn't," He pulled back.

"I want you,"

"No, you don't." He tried to pull back but she held him close to him.

"I feel something." She breathed, "Something more. I need this. Maybe I'll remember."

"Elena, you're hurt,"

"Love me, Damon. Maybe I'll remember," She said almost pleadingly.

She threw her head back slightly, giving him permission to go further, his strong hands that were wrapped around her waist pulled her closer, this man was dangerous, he was consuming and turning addicting every passing second.

Now there were opened mouth kisses, she felt him sliding down her shirt. All she could hear was their combined racing heartbeats.

"Damon," she moaned softly cupping the back of his head, she made him look at her, she could perfectly see his features even in the dark.

"It's right that I want you right?" she said with a ragged breathing.

"You decide." He said stroking her face. She couldn't think, all she felt like if she passed a second without him, she wouldn't be able to be calm. "It's right, I know it is."

He didn't get the chance to reply, her hands went to grab the ends of his shirt, she pulled it over his head.

Suddenly a shiver passed through her, shaking her all over. She stilled

A memory squeezed its way in.

"Kol was here, when I wasn't?"

"Damon it's not what you think it is, baby listen to me." She cupped his face.

He pushed her, "Get away from me! You know I was wrong for thinking that you are worth it!"

"Damon please, please don't say things like that, it hurts my head."

"There are empty condom packets in the trash? You were fucking him behind my back?" he held her roughly by the shoulders, screaming so loud it tore into her ears.

She shook her head crying, "I didn't, I promise."

"Then what is this? "he harshly made her look at the bin, "these texts about how he should come when I am not around."

"Tell me Elena or I swear I'll drag that Kol of yours and kill him in front of you and then I'll kill you and I'll myself because I can't fucking live without you!" He screamed.

She squealed, "I swear Damon, he did come but I told him to go – I love you."

"Get away from me, before I do something I regret. Leave me alone, go away!" He growled

"No, Damon please baby, don't send me away from you, please calm down. Look at me." She held his elbow. "Please look at me."

"Leave me."

"No, no, you can't do this, please don't do this." She begged, "I can't live without you, I have no one."

"Let go of my arm, Elena."

"Damon please look at me baby."

"Elena I swear if you fucked him then tell me now or else you can't fix this ever, you fucking–, "he seethed

"Why can't you trust me? Why are you always so fucking insecure?" She screamed.

"Fuck you!" he growled and pushed her so she would leave his arm, the force was too much, in a flash, she hit the edge of her dresser and fell down, he never saw her, he'd already turned and dashed out of the room, he never once looked back, even when she fell down against the floor unconscious.

"AHHHH!" She screamed. She pushed Damon who was too indulged in sucking on her jaw. He immediately pulled away, "What's wrong, love." Her breath was racing.

She got off the bed screaming, "Get away from me, you monster! Don't come close to me."

He swallowed thick, surprised, her panic attack never kicked in when she was awake, only after she had slept a few hours. He got off the bed going towards her, "Baby, it's me, Damon."

"You hurt me! I remember everything, Oh God. "Her heartbeat was racing, she realized no one was here today! She hated herself now for being jealous, jealous because of the monster who actually hurt her.

"Calm down."

"No! You get out of here. Call my parents right now."

"Elena, my love, calm down." He tried to get closer but she screamed, "Stay back. Don't you dare say my name, I don't love you, I don't want anything to do with you."

He nodded, "Okay! it's okay, please just calm down, come to bed." He got ahead, his hands raised in surrender "I don't want to hurt you okay."

"You did hurt me! It's you who wants to kill me? You had always hated me so much." She further moved into the corner of the room, he was moving towards her "I would never, I love you so much."

"Don't come closer."

He reached out holding her wrists, she screamed at him "Let me go!"

"Elena breathe, It's me, don't let this get to you, you know that- "She pushed him getting away, he held her by the waist "Baby calm down."

She dug her nails into his arm "Let me go you monster! I swear I- "she pushed herself back and they crashed into the nightstand, she heard him wince, knowing he was weak, she stomped on his foot, his grip loosened and she was out of his reach, she picked up the glass on the nightstand, and threw it at him. "That's it." He announced reaching for her, she quickly ran to the door and opened it, running out, she could feel he was not far behind but she was running like she never did. This house was big, she could easily hide for hours, but she needed to get out soon.

She went to the basement, Damon always kept the door triple locked, she needed to find a window to escape, the dark room she was in now had at least one window at top corner left, she silently dragged two chairs keeping one on other and climbed them with a beating heart, first thing she was going to do was get out of here, find Stefan and Caroline, go back to Mystic falls to her parents.

She slipped into a pair of strong arms. Her heart sank, "Damon."

"Oh you wish." She heard a whisper, and then she saw it, those weren't his features, it wasn't Damon at all, before she'd say another word, she saw a something silver, shining in the dark room, the sharp blade of a knife.

Her breath got caught, "Jeremy." She gasped pushing against him with all her might. Surprisingly she broke his hold, she was running back upstairs now , she could hear footsteps , fast steps, running "AHHH!" she shouted as she ran for the feeble light at the end of the stair case , "GOT YOU" she heard a merciless voice, she jumped forward letting her sleeve rip off that was caught by the killer.

She was back on ground floor running for her life. When she looked back, nothing was there, still undisturbed air.

She gulped, catching her breath.

Then a force, she was against a wall, hands pinned down, "Enough exploring right?" She saw Damon's blue eyes burning into hers.

She shook her head as she broke into sobs, almost too much to handle, the little anger he had vanished, he cupped her face, "baby."

"Someone's in the basement. He hurt me." She showed him her scratched shoulder, torn sleeve. His forehead furrowed, "What?"

"Damon, he had a knife, he was chasing me."

He was touching the new scar on her shoulder, listening to her, "I swear he was a millimeter away from killing-,"

He hugged her as if she was a baby, "No shh." He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "you stay here; I am going to go check."

She held on strong to him, "Please don't go, he has a knife. He will hurt you." She cried against his chest.

"He can't do anything, not as long as I am here. Stay here."

She shook her head holding him tighter. She suddenly felt protective, her relationship with him was very complicated but she knew no matter what she couldn't see him hurt. She felt affection for him, but was scared to call it love, she couldn't love Damon Salvatore but she as sure could hell this man, who was holding her like that. It was so confusing.

He picked her up, "If there's someone, he's going to pay for this."

She hid her face in his chest, he walked towards the basement, he turned on all the lights. "No one's here."

She swallowed thick and looked up, the basement was clear, even the chairs were in it's place and not near the window. She blinked as he kept her down, she looked around, "I swear I dragged those chairs to the window."

"You were running away?" he asked suddenly, shocked and very hurt. Did he not make her feel safe? He would die before someone hurt her. She was his life.

"And he was right here, he, he ran behind me, wait, he – this painting wasn't here right?" she turned to ask. She looked at his confused expression, "I am not lying."

"I know." He went towards her "Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down." She moved around, "Someone wants to kill me; he was right here. "

"Elena no one's here, I've locked all the doors and windows. Maybe whatever it is, is gone." He paced towards her.

"Call Stefan." She backed away from him.

"It's one in the night, you wanted to stay with me remember?"

"Before you pushed me into the dresser and tried to-, "

He interrupted remembering what she might have recalled, "It was an accident and you know it, it was a stupid misunderstanding and we both moved on from it."

"I can't never move on from that, it was horrible, I was begging you to forgive me." She cried "I was telling you I loved you over and over-, "

He held her arms, "And did you ever think how it was for me? Thinking that I was unwanted by you. God I wanted to end myself because I didn't know what I'd do without you. Every fucking thing that matters to me is you. You defined me Elena and thinking that the only thing that matters to me in my life is a lie, killed me. Thinking that Kol was with you, when I wasn't makes me want to kill myself. Everything is because I love you. Every time I go crazy is a reaction to the slightest thing related to someone snatching you from me, I just – can't imagine my life without you, my half-life I had been in love with you. I am sorry that I can't stop that."

"Well, I don't have to be yours if I don't want." She said rather cruelly. She didn't remember the hard time they had faced to be with each other.

His eyes flashed, and then a thin film of wetness filled his eyes.

"I don't remember you. I don't want you. This thing, that you're trying to do. This can't happen. I despise you. I hate you." She stopped suddenly realizing what she had said, "I… I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"I don't know, Damon. What if I don't remember, what if I don't want the life I have."

"Then… I'll let you go."

"What?"

Tears trickled down his face but his voice was strong, "Elena, if you don't want to be with me, I won't force you. I love you enough to let you go." Tears kept flowing down, despite him wiping them, "I would just be your friend. If you want this to be over then so be it."

She pursed her lips as he held her hands in between his.

The word "over" shook her, she murmured, "it's over?" A void started growing in her, it started eating her heart.

"Maybe." He said and then was quiet, this silence was worse than death.

"No, no, it's not over, I want to remember you, you love me, we're married, it can't be over this easy, you can't give up this easy." She got ahead and cupped his face.

"I didn't give up Elena, but I am not going to force you into this." He touched the tops of her hands with his, his eyes were glassy, "It's a 10-year difference."

She got ahead and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him , it wasn't like she expected , it was amazing how his tongue rolled over hers, she moaned to the taste, he picked her off the ground , the next thing she knew she was against the wall, her legs wrapped around him and she turned her head for better access, she could feel his erection against her thigh, he parted from her mouth planting butterfly kisses all over her neck, her shoulder , when he saw her scar , he stopped , he touched it , it did look like a knife cut, so darn sharp .

"Damon?" she breathed out.

He moved back from her, "let's go take care of this." He gestured to her arm.

"It doesn't hurt." She cupped his face reaching out to kiss him.

"No no Elena not now- Let's get this treated, if there's a guy, anything could have been on that knife." He picked her up, she yelped, "I can walk."

"But you won't." He said firmly.

"Damon!"

"Hmm."

"Tell me more of our story,"

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10 years ago

"You guys kissed?" Caroline squealed as Elena tried to sit up in her Camp house bed "No we didn't kiss, I kissed him on the cheek and then he kissed me on the cheek."

"He kissed you on the cheek? Oh my God, is the world off its axis."

"Care don't start, we had this redemption moment. I don't know it might sound stupid." She sighed, the door opened and she ran a hand through her hair, seeing Stefan she sighed, "What's up?"

She shook her head, "nothing, still sick, What's up outside? How's April, Matt, uh Enzo and –, "

He didn't let her finish, "Enzo and Damon are fighting like dogs since three days. "

She bit her lip, "why are they fighting?"

"Don't have any idea, they are probably fighting over some stupid girl here." He shrugged, Caroline coughed, Elena shifted in her place, pinching Care to shut up.

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"You are still on bad terms with Enzo?" she asked, he had taken her out to the near lake at twelve in the night after she said she couldn't take it anymore. He had covered her in blankets. She was sitting in his lap at the side of the lake.

"We have our issues."

"Over me?"

"You reckon yourself so important." He said in an annoyed tone.

She shook her head, "I don't, that's why I am telling you forgive each other, I told him the same thing today that I don't want him to – "

He interrupted, "He came to see you again? I told him to stay away,"

"Ah yes, he brought me soup." She sighed.

"I did bring you soup at twelve." He sounded insulted and detached.

"I told him and he said that I can over eat for a day because I have the perfect body." She blushed.

Damon scrunched his face, "yes, all he sees is bodies, even under all those bandages, didn't I tell you already. "

"He's my friend." She pouted.

"He's no one's friend, trust me I know him, he knows you and Stefan are little pocket bibles, you're both are innocent, no one's going to pick on you two." He sighed.

"You of all the people are not going to judge him and besides it's not like you are my crazy possessive boyfriend." She shrugged it off.

"So crazy possessive boyfriend can tell you whatever, well I'll tell Stefan to do that then." He said in all of his seriousness.

She jumped off his lap almost, turning, "What? Ew. no."

"What? You like him, I know." He winked.

"No I don't, he's my brother." she added "Like a brother I never had, you seriously thought I like him." She scrunched up her face.

"Yeah, you were over our house a few weeks ago, I did see you cuddling up to Stefan." He bit his cheek.

"That was because of… (she wanted to say panic attack but she didn't) leave this, let's just go back." She waited for him to pick her up and he did, "let's go then."

"So no more beware of Enzo?" she asked with a sigh.

He didn't know why but he instantly replied, "You will not see him Elena. And I'll beat him to pulp if he tried seeing you."

"But why?"

"Because I said so." He said, irritated. He couldn't tell her that he had a crazy crush on her and the thought of someone else thinking about her was driving him nuts.

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