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: graphic depictions of violence and smut.

Hayley sat waiting nervously on the bench in the middle of the town square. She didn't like what she was about to do, but she was desperate to find out everything she could about her birth parents, and Shane had promised her that he could help. Although it had turned out her birth parents were dead, he said he could help bring them back for her, but to do that Shane said he needed to perform a spell and for that he needed her help. The spell involved required a witch and the sacrifice of twelve true monsters, the hybrids. Shane would provide the witch and it was up to Hayley to deliver the hybrids. However, them being sired to Klaus was a problem, they would never betray him, meaning he would never destroy them without good reason. Instead they needed a push in the right direction to betray Klaus. They needed to answer to a new Alpha, another hybrid, one she could manipulate, and Tyler had been the perfect candidate. A natural born leader, but at the same time completely gullible. The plan she'd told Tyler was to set them free, and like the good Alpha that he was, he'd felt obligated to do so. So as far as Tyler was concerned, this was why she'd spent all summer with him helping the hybrids break the sire bond.

Of course the real reason was far more sinister, but Tyler didn't need to know that just yet. The spell required twelve hybrids to be sacrificed. She had thirteen including Tyler, but she'd become close to him, she couldn't do that to her friend and offer him up for sacrifice. Instead, she was going to give him the heads up to get out of town at the last minute. In the meantime, someone was needed to commit the sacrifice, someone who would have no issue in killing twelve people, innocent or not and was capable of taking on twelve hybrids. Her choice had been simple, Klaus. Break the sire bond, tell him what the hybrids had done, then round them up and lead them to the right spot, just like lambs to the slaughter, and Klaus would do what needed to be done. All she had to do now was tell Klaus what the hybrids had done, which was why she was sitting on the bench in the middle of the town square, waiting for him.

The idea of encasing Tyler in cement had been hers. She wanted to keep him away and for it to appear that he had nothing to do with the plot to end Klaus. However his scatter-brained bimbo of a girlfriend had gotten herself all worked up into a tizzy and had managed to find a viable alternative to her suggested plan. Hayley knew that for her plan to work and to keep Tyler safe, she needed to delay him. To ensure her plan worked, a few minutes earlier she'd texted him to tell him the witch had been delayed and had moved the meeting later by another half an hour. That way Tyler would be by her side, waiting for a witch that would never come whilst Klaus sacrificed the other hybrids.

"Thank you for your message." Hayley heard a voice from behind, breaking her from her thoughts and making her jump, the British accent gave away the identity of the speaker. "I'm just interested to know how you got my number?" he asked as he walked around the bench to face her.

"I got it from your hybrid, Adrian, I stole his phone." she snapped. "I think there's something you need to know." she whispered, standing up and looking around to check if there were any other vampires in sight, but she couldn't see one.

"Go on love. I don't have all day to chit chat." Klaus smiled as the made their way into the crowds.

"It's about your hybrids." Hayley told him. "Last night I found out Tyler helped them break the sire bond. They're meeting out in the woods tonight to take you down."

"Including Tyler?" Klaus asked.

"He was only involved in breaking the sire bond. They asked him to be their Alpha once the bond was broken, but they lied and the girl Kim is the real Alpha." Hayley lied. "It was her idea to take you down."

"And how do they plan on doing that?" Klaus asked as they stopped walking and stood there facing each other.

"I think they've got a witch involved, I don't know the rest of the details." she explained.

"And why are you telling me this?" Klaus asked. "It's not as if we're best friends and somehow I doubt it's out of the goodness of your heart."

"You're right, I'm not telling you because I like you. You're an ass." Hayley sneered. "Look, Tyler is my friend, and I don't want him to get hurt, and Kim is dangerous, I don't trust her."

"Okay." Klaus said, deciding to let the matter drop. "Let's just say for a moment that I am interested in what you have to say, when and where exactly is this meeting supposed to take place?

"At eight, the clearing in the woods next to the old Lockwood Cellar." Hayley told him.

Klaus inched closer, his face menacingly close to hers. "You'd better be telling me the truth little wolf." he whispered. "You don't want to get on my bad side?"

"Oh? I didn't know you had a good one. Unless you mean the one you save for Tyler's ex." she replied sarcastically.

Klaus spotted Stefan across the square. "Thank you for your help love. Much appreciated. Well please excuse me, I have matters to attend to." he said as he was about to walk off.

"Fuck you!" Hayley snapped staring him in the eye, their face merely inches apart, causing Klaus to chuckle at her audacity.

"If that's an offer, I'd be happy to oblige." he whispered back and began laughing as he turned his back to her and began walking over to where Stefan was stood.

"She doesn't like me much." Klaus told Stefan. "Where have you been all day?" he asked, the smile on his face dying.

"I've been around." Stefan said, not venturing to explain any further.

"I'm not interested in vagary, Stefan. You've been dodgy and Caroline's been lovely, which I've come to recognize as a tool of distraction, now, do you have something to share with me or should I compel it out of you?" Klaus threatened.

"I broke into your safe to look for the sword." Stefan casually confessed.

"Why?" Klaus asked.

"Because I don't trust you." Stefan admitted.

"I showed you the sword. I explained its value. I've been on your side the entire time. What do you want from me? A secret brotherhood handshake?" Klaus asked sarcastically.

Suddenly, Klaus's face fell as he spotted something over Stefan's shoulder prompting him to walk away.

"Remember Stefan, you and I want the same thing. A desire to combat the one true enemy of immortality." Klaus's voice rang out from behind prompting Stefan to turn around and watch him leave.

"And what's that Klaus?" Stefan asked with interest as Klaus stopped and turned back to face him.

"Loneliness Stefan." Klaus said sadly as he turned around once more and walked away with his hybrid Adrian.

After Klaus had left her to talk to Stefan, Hayley had stood watching them talk in the background for a while until she saw Klaus leave with Adrian. Knowing this was her cue, Hayley checked the time on her phone and seeing it was almost eight, she decided that now was the time to find Tyler and tell him what was really happening. After only a minute of searching the square, she spotted him on his phone and walked over to him.

"Hey mom, I don't see you. Things have changed, it's gonna be fine." Hayley heard Tyler reassure his mom as he spotted Hayley walking over to meet him through the crowd. "I'll be back later. I'll pick you up." he finished, hanging up before walking up to Hayley.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be taking the witch to the Cellar." Tyler asked.

"There is no witch, Tyler." Hayley told him.

"What?" Tyler asked, confused.

"I made it up." Hayley admitted. "I never intended for you to put Klaus down. I needed him for the sacrifice."

"The what?" Tyler said perplexed by what Hayley was telling him.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I made a deal with someone who can help me find my family." Hayley explained.

"What are you talking about? What kind of deal?" Tyler began to panic.

"There needed to be twelve for the sacrifice, Tyler." Hayley said dryly.

"Twelve what?" Tyler demanded she answer.

"I'm sorry." Hayley apologized unapologetically.

"Hayley, what did you do?" Tyler's voice was becoming more urgent.

Hayley sighed. "If you run now, you might make it out alive." she said as Tyler looked at her with a mixture of horror and shock, it had been a set up, she was organizing for his pack to be slaughtered, Tyler began to back away from her before he turned around and dashed through the crowd to try and find the hybrids before Klaus got to them.

Klaus arrived in the woods, walking behind Adrian. After his meeting with Hayley and his chat with Stefan, he'd traveled back to the mansion and took the sword from it's new hiding place in his bedroom safe. When Adrian had questioned what Klaus was doing and began realizing something was amiss, Klaus had taken his phone from him, crushing it before informing him that he wished to attend the meeting Adrian and the hybrids were holding in the woods near the old Lockwood cellar. As angry as Klaus was with the betrayal of his hybrids, he was satisfied to see the fear in Adrian's eyes, confirming everything the wolf girl had told him. He needed to remember he owed her a favor.

Walking through the woods with his hybrid, Klaus overheard a voice coming from the clearing.

"Where the hell is the witch?" Klaus heard the woman say who he recognized to be that from the hybrid Kimberley. "Adrian should be here any minute."

Deciding that he should grant Kimberley her wish, Klaus vamp-sped Adrian over to the clearing, towards the rest of the pack. He placed the Adrian in front of him, so that the rest were not aware of his own presence. He wanted it to be an unpleasant surprise. The fear exuding from Adrian was palpable. Klaus could smell piss running down the hybrid's leg staining the air, Klaus however didn't care. His hybrid's had betrayed him, and for that, they would be punished.

"Kim." Adrian gulped trembling, his voice thick with fear. Klaus punched his fist inside of Adrian's chest, the hybrid made a choking noise and his body froze as Klaus grabbed hold of his heart and tore it from his body, leaving him to drop to the floor.

"No!" Kimberley screamed, her eyes ablaze with fear. Normally this would have given Klaus great satisfaction, he reveled in having people terrified of him, however now was not the time nor the place, to enjoy such power. He had work to do and killing people when they'd either betrayed him or were disloyal to him, was in his job description.

Klaus stood behind the fallen hybrid holding out the bloody heart in his hand and the Hunter's sword in the other, before dropping the heart to the ground. Looking round he noticed Tyler Lockwood was missing, but no mind, he'd find him soon enough. However, seeing his army, his comrades in front of him, and knowing their intentions after what he'd done for them, caused him feel a betrayal so powerful it sent a surge of pure rage through his body.

Taking the sword into both hands, he rushed at the the hybrids, hitting the girl Kim with the flat of the blade as she dropped to the floor. He didn't want to kill her just yet, after Tyler she was the pack leader, he needed to question her to find Tyler's whereabouts. Kim scuttled away as Klaus began to put an end to their little shenanigans. One hybrid tried to attack him as he flicked the sword around and slashed at his throat, the hybrid's head decapitated in one swoop. Another jumped through the air to attack him, a woman this time, swinging the sword with one hand, he sliced her head clean from her body as blood spurted out all over his face.

The hybrids came at him, one after another, but they each stood little chance. He was older, faster and a much more experienced fighter, who was also armed. One by one, he removed their heads with his sword. Accepting defeat, the last one tried to make a run for it, but again Klaus was faster. He threw the sword, hitting the hybrid squarely in the chest, pinning him to a tree. Klaus walked over to the hybrid and punched his fist into the hybrid's sternum and ripped the heart from his chest.

Klaus looked around him, counting a total of eleven dead hybrids, meaning only the girl Kimberley was left. He took a deep breath, his shirt was no longer a crisp white, instead it had taken on a more crimson hue from the blood of his dead former servants. He removed the sword from the chest of the hybrid pinned to the tree, all the while listening carefully for any noise to help him locate the twelfth traitor. Finally he heard the sound of a woman crying coming from the edge of the Lockwood Cellar. As he made his way towards the entrance, he saw her disappear down the stairs and into one of the underground chambers. Klaus slowly proceeded to follow her, knowing the girl no longer had anywhere left to hide. She tripped down the remaining stairs into the chamber in her pointless endeavor to escape as she looked up from the floor to see her sire making his way down the steps towards her, bloody sword in hand. The girl made an attempt to back away from him, before turning to run, only to be thwarted by the bars of the cellar. She continued to sob as she tried to find a way out although her attempts were futile.

"Where is Tyler Lockwood?" Klaus whispered menacingly as he slowly moved towards her. The girl turned and pressed her back flat to the bars as she continued to sob with terror, however she refused to give him an answer. Klaus held out the sword and pointed it at her throat as he moved closer towards her. "You'd do well to answer me, love." he demanded. But again the female hybrid said nothing, instead she just kept on sobbing. Klaus bore down on her until they were just inches apart, the blood of her pack dripping from his chin.

"WHERE IS HE?!" he screamed at the top of his voice instilling even more fear into the trembling Kim as he placed the edge of the blade against her throat.

"I don't know." Kimberley finally whimpered.

"Wrong answer." Klaus simply said as he pushed the blade until it slowly began to slice through her throat before giving a quick and decisive push, removing her head which fell to the floor with a thud.

Knowing he'd done all he could here, Klaus wandered off to look for the other traitor, Tyler Lockwood.

Carol Lockwood decided to wait by the fountain for Tyler, he was supposed to be picking her from the Winter Wonderland Festival so that she could enjoy herself and have a drink. The festival had been a roaring success and she was feeling pretty pleased with herself, although she was also feeling a little bit drunk. Looking at her watch she saw that Tyler was late so she decided to call him, however the call went straight through to voicemail.

"Tyler, honey, you're supposed to be my sober cab. I think I drank half the party." Carol laughed as she left her message before hanging up her phone and sitting down on the edge of the stone fountain to give her feet a rest.

Carol put her champagne glass down next to her and removed her shawl as she noticed Klaus approach her, his clothes and face were spattered with blood and he was clutching a bottle of champagne in one of his hands. Even though Carol had known what he was, and knew of his reputation, she'd never had just cause to fear him before. He'd always appeared the perfect gentleman, civil with perfect manners, a pillar of the community. He'd also taken care of Tyler and she was grateful to him for that. But as he approached, there was a glint of madness in his eye, and for the first time since Carol had met him, he terrified her.

"Good evening, Carol. You're looking for Tyler. I'd like to have a word with him myself." Klaus smirked, his voice sending chills down Carol's spine. Tyler had told her the hybrid's were breaking the sire thing and were going to escape Klaus. This had been why Tyler had been prepared to be buried in cement, but he'd told her there had been a change of plan, and whatever it was, it must have gone wrong, because a clearly angered Klaus, was stood in front of her and she suspected the blood covering him was related to him enacting his revenge.

"Klaus, please, don't hurt him. He's my son. He's all I have." Carol begged, her heart thumping loudly in her ear as she realized Tyler was in grave danger.

"And you're all he has. There's a beautiful symmetry to that, don't you think?" Klaus said softly as he grabbed Carol by the back of the neck, causing her to scream. But Klaus just ignored her, instead he dunked her head into the water surrounding the fountain. Carol struggled, trying to fight Klaus off, but to no avail, she was just a mere human and he was an invincible, immortal hybrid. Carol never stood a chance as Klaus continued to hold her head under the water. Eventually Carol ran out of time, trying to take her last breath, but the fight was done. There was nothing left in her as the last signs of life left her eyes and her body went slack, signaling the onset of death. Knowing his work was finished, Klaus took his hand away from Carol's neck and walked away, leaving her body floating in the fountain surrounded by fake snow in the air and Christmas music playing in the background.

As Tyler approached the clearing near the Old Lockwood Cellar he knew he was too late. Bodies lay everywhere, mostly decapitated and two that he could count had had their hearts pulled from their chests. If he'd have still been human, he would have expected bile to rise up in his throat, although the sight still made him feel metaphorically sick. These people were his friends, his pack, and he'd just, without knowing it, set them all up to die, he hated Hayley with as much passion as was possible, maybe even more than Klaus himself in that moment. He noticed there were only eleven bodies, he couldn't see Kim's, maybe she'd made it out alive, but he doubted it. He made his way down the cellar steps to see if she were inside and to his dismay he saw her severed head and body both laying on the ground, a few inches apart. He noticed the coffin out of the corner of his eye, the one that he knew contained Rebekah, but that had just been a ruse. Disgusted and devastated, Tyler left to go and collect his mother from the party so he could go home, grieve for his friends and decide what to do about getting away from Klaus.

Stefan was back at the boarding house sat on the leather couch in the library staring into the fire in a world of his own. He wondered if he'd done the right thing letting Klaus kill the hybrids. They'd wanted to take Klaus down but Stefan had suspected it was a set up. Damon had been convinced all along that Hayley had been working with Professor Shane, and it turned out he could be right and she might just have organized another massacre on his behalf. It was either that or they'd managed to take Klaus down, but Stefan didn't want to air his real suspicions yet. He was still lost in thought as he heard Caroline walked into the room to join him.

"Matt can't find April. I can't reach Tyler. This is a disaster." Caroline said in a panicked voice as she flopped down on the chair across from Stefan and looked at him although he remained silent. "Is this you in crisis mode? Cause it's a lot more subtle than mine." Caroline asked.

"You know I thought I'd be happier watching Klaus get led away to his slaughter, but for some reason I can't help but feel kind of guilty." Stefan said sadly.

"Yeah, you and me both. All day I've been trying to remind myself of all the horrible things he's done. Caroline agreed.

"See that's the thing, we've all done horrible things." Stefan said as he got up and stood next to the sofa, looking at Caroline. " And I'm sitting here, trying to figure out what makes us any better than him. And I think it's just that, we have family we can trust." he explained

"Yeah, you're right, Stefan. Trust is everything." Caroline said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Have you heard from Damon?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's still with Elena, Jeremy and Bonnie at the lake house." Stefan replied.

"How come you didn't mention he was there with Elena?" Caroline asked as she avoided his gaze for a moment before glancing up at him.

Wondering why Caroline was unhappy about Damon and Elena being up at the Lake House with Bonnie and Jeremy, Stefan began to look at her with a questioningly. He was aware that his brother and Elena may have feelings for each other but as far as he was aware, they weren't together, it was too soon after he and Elena had broken up. Surely neither of them would be that heartless to move on so quickly, it had only been a matter of days since they split up. He just didn't understand why Caroline was so concerned.

"Wait, why are you...why are you asking me this?" Stefan managed to force himself to ask, edging himself towards Caroline until he saw her shoulders drop in defeat, and a look of sadness wash over Caroline's face, yet she remained silent. He sat back down the couch as he began to realize what Caroline was hinting at.

"They're together, aren't they?" Stefan asked sadly, but Caroline didn't need to verbally answer his question, the tears of guilt in her eyes told him that Elena had already moved on with Damon.

"How together are they?" Stefan asked, barely able to speak through the shock and hurt the two people he loved most in his life had potentially caused him. He just hoped they hadn't slept together yet. There was still hope that he and Elena would be able to put this behind them once she took the cure if she hadn't slept with Damon. However, Stefan's hopes were dashed when Caroline looked away and didn't answer.

"Caroline, tell me. How together are they?" Stefan demanded, his voice getting angrier, however Caroline still didn't speak, she just looked down at the ground and licked her lips nervously. Turning his face away from Caroline, Stefan sat staring into the fire, angry and devastated from the realization that his world had just come crashing down all around him.

Damon closed the door to Elena's bedroom at the Lake House behind him. Immediately his senses were flooded by a pleasant scent of herbs in the room. He looked towards Elena and wrinkled his nose who looked back and smiled.

"It's burning sage. A privacy spell." Elena told him.

"Why?" Damon asked confused.

"Bonnie told me earlier she was going to do it, just after Professor Shane left." Elena explained. "She wanted to make sure she and Jeremy had a good night's sleep." she laughed as she walked over to him and put her hands on his chest before pushing his leather jacket away from his shoulders, which he shrugged off and threw over a chair, as Elena wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Does that mean they can't hear us at all?" Damon asked, raising one eyebrow as he wrapped his arms around Elena's waist, pulling her in close, flush against his body.

"Yep." Elena grinned. "We can scream to the rafters and they won't hear a thing. But it only lasts as long as the sage is burning, which will only be for about four hours." Damon's face fell at that snippet of information.

"Well that means I'm just going to have to make you scream even louder." his voice dropped into a husky, seductive tone, the one he'd only recently began using for her, and she loved it.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Elena replied, using her own seduction voice, as Damon began to back her up towards the bed, before he threw her on top of the comforter and jumped on top of her, causing her to giggle as he smiled down at her. "This bed is not as sturdy as yours, I don't want to break it." she chastised him.

"Spoilsport." Damon grinned before he attacked her mouth with all of his unbelievable skills of passion and ferocity as he gently stroked her face and hair before his hand began to travel down the side of her body and hooking her leg around his waist. Elena cupped Damon's face with one hand, and although not yet visible, she could feel the faint trace of stubble across his cheek. She locked her other hand around his neck and ran her fingers through his silky soft raven hair.

Damon's hand traveled back up Elena's body and slid under the plum woolen sweater she was wearing as he gently stroked the skin beneath it, reaching behind her back and unsnapping the hooks of her bra. Elena removed her arms from around Damon's neck and lifted them up as Damon pulled away momentarily from her lips and rested back on his heels so that he could remove her sweater and bra before removing his own dark blue shirt, revealing his glorious pale white chest.

Elena gave him an appreciative look as she ran her fingers over his torso before he swooped back down and was hovering above her as once again they began to kiss greedily, their mouths unable to get enough of the taste of each other. Damon began to grind his denim clad erection against her ever dampening core buried inside of her own jeans. Deciding she was fed up with just making out and dry humping, Elena used her vampire strength to surprise Damon and rolled on top of him with a glint in her eyes. She shimmied down a little so that her core was no longer in contact with Damon's crotch causing Damon to moan in frustration.

"Shh! No talking!" Elena demanded as she began to unbuckle Damon's belt.

"But I thought there was a privacy spell?" Damon whispered as he lifted his back a little to allow Elena to pull the belt away from his jeans.

"We're practicing for when it runs out." she explained winking, as she undid Damon's jeans button and unzipped his fly prompting him to sigh in relief as his erection sprung free of the restrictions of it's denim prison, although it had yet to escape the the relatively minor constraints of his boxer briefs.

Elena pulled Damon's jeans down with a little help from him, managing to remove his socks and shoes in the process, whilst Damon lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching her with interest to see what she was planning.

"Stand up!" she commanded, as Damon did as he was told, loving this slightly dominant side of Elena.

Elena pulled his boxer briefs down and he stepped out of them as Elena got down on her knees and threw them to one side before resting on her heels and taking Damon's swollen shaft in her hand, swirling her tongue around the tip, and locking her lips around it causing Damon to hiss with pleasure. Once in place Elena began to pump on his member with her hand and taking him all of the way to the back of her throat, relaxing her gag reflex as if she wanted to swallow him whole, all the while gazing up at him through her lashes, locking eyes with his and never breaking their stare. Damon stroked her hair, her head bobbed up and down his shaft, as Elena began pumping harder and her hot wet mouth moving faster up and down his member, increasing it's sensitivity. Suddenly the telltale signs of his imminent release began to build up.

"Fuck...Elena...Don't stop..." he panted as Elena began to massage his balls.

"Mmhmm." she hummed back, sending vibrations throughout his shaft, which became the tipping point, sending him over the edge as he felt his balls contract and heat flooding through his member as Elena swallowed his release gracefully, holding onto his backside as he shuddered with ecstasy, before Elena removed her mouth and stood up with a grin on her face before kissing him.

"My turn!" Damon smiled, kissing her back whilst massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her in tight. "I'm never gonna get tired of feeling your naked body against mine." Damon whispered huskily into her ear as his mouth made its way down her neck and to her breasts, following the path of his hand. He began flicking her nipple with his tongue, causing it to pebble, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, occasionally grazing his blunt teeth against it before swapping breasts and giving the other one the same treatment. Meanwhile his hand had made its way down to her now dripping wet core as he began to circle her clit with his fingers.

"Legs apart." Damon gently commanded as Elena obliged, all the time looking down it him, again their eyes locked as Damon's kissed away down her abdomen and got down on his knees before his mouth bore down on Elena's heated core, whilst wrapping one arm around her backside to help her balance. The moment his tongue touched her slit, Elena felt like she was going to burst into flames. His tongue darted in and out of her entrance as he alternated the action with suckling her nub.

"God you taste good." Damon mumbled as he inserted a finger inside of her, quickly making it two as his mouth began to focus on her clit. As soon as he did that, Elena knew that she wasn't going to last much longer. Them staring at each other whilst he focused on making her come was making her even wetter with desire than usual. Suddenly waves of burning, exquisitely heated contractions pulverized her through her core, her spine tingled and she was beginning to feel dizzy from the intensity of it. She wondered if all of her blood had rushed south because that was the only place on her body that was experiencing sensation, it was almost too much.

"Oh my god...oh my god...Damon!" she screamed as she felt her legs begin to buckle. Fortunately Damon realized that she going to fall and vamp-sped them back to the bed to allow her to come down from her high.

"Good job Bonnie placed a privacy spell on the room." Damon smiled after Elena had finally managed to recover, which earned him a slap on the arm prompting him to pout.

"I want you inside of me now!" Elena demanded as Damon took himself in hand, already rock hard again and slowly entered her, rolling his eyes back in pleasure before returning his gaze straight to Elena.

Once Elena had adjusted to his length, Damon began thrusting more quickly than usual and Elena met every thrust with just as much vigor, a result of them both being so desperate with desire for each other. After a few minutes Damon spun them around so that Elena was on top whilst he was sat upright. It meant Elena had to do more work, but Damon had decided her breasts were in dire need of attention and set out rectifying that situation whilst Elena circled her hips, grinding her clit against him.

Elena's entire body was becoming more and more sensitive to Damon's touch, especially her nipples under his wicked tongue, yet what she really needed from him to send her over the edge was his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. Gently grabbing his hair she pulled his head back, his expression was one of someone who was completely at her mercy, like she was at his. She kissed him, biting his lip with her blunt teeth which elicited a groan of desire from Damon's mouth.

Damon rolled them over so that he was on top once more, he lifted her legs so they were behind his neck, allowing deeper penetration and began thrusting with even greater vigor. Him being so deep inside her sent Elena spiraling and she once again felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm.

"I'm gonna come." she panted.

"Me too." Damon managed to say back, as he took her hand and laced it in his, moving their joined hands towards her nub. He guided her finger around her clit and worked it in circular motions until the contractions started, the heat was as intense as when he'd had his mouth on her, Elena felt like her entire body was being ripped apart with heat and pleasure. She tried to scream, but no sound would come out, she was too far gone for her voice to function any longer and all that was left was her mouth forming a silent 'O'. As her contractions began to ease slightly Elena opened her eyes and watched Damon as her orgasm was milking his shaft to his own release. Seeing him like this always seemed to prolong her own orgasm as his face scrunched up in exquisite agony, the beautiful look she'd come to recognize he made as he came, which coincided with the wonderful feeling of his warm fluid erupting inside of her. Damon collapsed on top of her for a moment to catch his breath, before rolling off her and laying on his back.

Elena laid on her side and watched him for a moment, admiring his beauty, she'd never get enough of him and that there would never be another man to factor in her life again. She'd never felt anything before like what she felt for Damon, he was her everything, and at the moment, she knew she was in love with him.

"What's going round in that pretty little head of yours?" Damon asked as he looked over at her.

"I'll tell you tomorrow." she said, deciding that now was not the right time for a declaration of love as he'd suspect she was just overcome by lust. "You ready for more?" she asked instead.

"My pleasure." he grinned.

"That's the intention." she smiled back as they continued to make the most of the burning sage.

Caroline was still sitting on the sofa, watching Stefan, scared for him. He had taken the revelation of the true depth of Damon and Elena's relationship as badly as she'd expected. He was clearly heartbroken, and in that moment, Caroline hated her best friend. She had no idea what Elena could possibly see in the scumbag she was probably having sex with right now over the kind, gentle person in front of her who'd been driven to the boundaries of hell by his treacherous brother and the slutty behavior of her best friend. Caroline felt her heart bleed for Stefan and tears filled her eyes as she watched him.

He stood back up and walked over to the chess board and picked up the white King, gently knocking over one of the chess pieces on the chess board, before the rage took over and he suddenly knocked the board off the table with such force that it flew halfway across the room, causing Caroline to flinch. Stefan then picked up the table the chess board had been on and threw it with enough force to also send it flying halfway across the room. Caroline closed her eyes and began to cry, she was scared that Stefan had flipped the switch when she saw the expression on his face. It was like there was no longer anyone there as he just breathed heavily as he stared at nothing.

"Stefan?" she finally asked, hoping that he was still the person the knew.

"It's okay Caroline." he said, turning to her with tears in his eyes. "I promised I wouldn't, and I'll keep my promise. You're all that I have left right now, and I need to hold onto that and my humanity." he smiled sadly as Caroline stood up and breathed in a huge sigh of relief before walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck in a show of solidarity, however Stefan was too distraught to reciprocate the gesture and he just let his arms fall to the side of his body, a sign of desolation.