Chapter two.

Elena had initially thought that all she had needed was one night with Damon to get him out of her system. But as minutes soared past, her body was still yearning his touch, his image was still embedded in her brain, and that night had only amplified her longing. Before that night, all Damon had been was just a thought; a thought of forbidden desire, but now that she had tasted the sweet desire, she craved more. She thought about him that night he left her. She could barely sleep with the amount of trembles and quivers that ran up and down her body. She closed her eyes and her line of dark vision was imminently eclipsed with memorizing cold blue eyes and ivory white skin.

She had waken the next morning with a heart so full she could barely conjure up the faintest of breath.

"Well, someone's up early," Alaric sarcastically remarked as Elena made her way to the kitchen yawning. "Late night or what?"

"I just didn't have a good night sleep," Elena said as she looked out the window with her mind immersed with Damon,"But then again, who has been sleeping well these days?"

"It's really time to stop worrying about Stefan, he'll come back on his own terms. Just let it be. Don't let it take over your life." Alaric said with genuine concern at not only her recent sleeping habit, but just her over all behavior as of late.

Elena kept her eyes out on the window, at the misty sky of late morning dew. With the mention of Stefan's name, guilt sat uncomfortably at the pit of her heart. Not only because of all she shared with Damon last night, but also because she was thinking of Damon's touch, and not his. She was thinking about the next time she saw Damon and the next time she could hear his voice, and stare upon him.

She turned her head to Alaric, reminding herself that the quilt would soon ease. She was not with Stefan anymore, and it was he, not her, that decided to leave and live the fast vampire life with Klaus. Why did she have to sit back and feel lose while weeping when she knew Stefan didn't want to come back. He obviously felt no obligations to her or his life here, and he made that pretty clear.

"I'm fine, Alaric."

Days went by with Elena not seeing or hearing anything about Damon. Panic was surging through her at the thought of him abandoning her. Everyone seemed to do that, didn't they? Come into her life so comfortably and blissfully, and then just leave. Her parents, Jenna, Stefan. Life just didn't seem to let her keep those in which she found happiness and contentment in. So she decided to make her way over to the Salvatore household to see Damon and make sure everything was okay. The thought of seeing him again sent a rush of excitement and anxiety. Eagerly changing into jeans and a shirt, she went to see him in the afternoon. She rapidly knocked on the wooden door, as the knocking matched the vicious knocking of her heartbeat. No one answered. A cool breeze caught her, and her palms turned numb.

"Damon! Damon!" She yelled continuously. The door suddenly opened as if with a magical, invisible force. She steadied herself as she walked in with such anticipation. And then her heart grew and strangled in its own rapid beat as she saw Damon sprawled out on a couch shirtless with black pants, sweat rolling down his forehead and his remarkable chest and limbs. A bottle of liquor in his hands, with his lips slightly parted, and his eye shut.

She walked towards him, she stood so close that her knee lightly touched his arm. "Damon," she whispered with a hint of relief at finding him here. He looked so miserable though. He opened one eye, watching her suspiciously and then opened the other eye and watched her thoughtfully and confusedly.

"What are you doing here?" He scowled as he slowly sat up.

"Damon, what's going on?" She demanded with such confusion that softened Damon's heart. After that night with her, he was in an ecstasy of feelings that tore him open. He wanted to drown himself with booze, knowing that all he wanted to do was drown himself into her body. He rested in this damn couch since that night, so weak from her, and hadn't fed or slept. He was damn hungry, and having her scent so close to his hunger weakened and terrorized him.

"You should go home." He said shutting his eyes tightly, suppressing his thirst as his fangs elongated. "Go."

"Not until you tell me what's going on. It's been days since anyone has seen or heard from you!" What she really wanted to say was, it's been days since I last saw, touched, and felt you, I need you more now than that night. My system is still flooded with you!

"Elena, please, just go!" His eyes opened wide, and it was at that second that she saw his hunger. How selfish of her to barge in here thinking of only her desire for him when he was weakened by his thirst. Her hands were shaking at her sides, her pulse was electric. Fear suddenly took over her as felt insecure suddenly.

"You haven't fed, have you?" She asked with her useless, quivering voice.

A slow, harsh sound unleashed from his throat as he tried not to look at her throat, tried not to imagine huddling his lips there as his sharp teeth grazed her sensitive skin. Oh how he tried to get her scent out of his mind, knowing that he could possibly hurt her by his hunger. He wanted her to run right this second and let him suffer, and slumber in his pain alone in the dark as he drank his problems and thoughts of her away.

She stared at him with such unknowing fear and anguish in her eyes. She pushed her silky brown mass of her hair behind her neck and stepped closer to him. A shameless offer. He stared amazed and disbelieving at her. With quivering lips she said, "Feed from me, take all that you need." She sat beside him, and watched his frantic, pale face with fear. She hated seeing him so weak. Detested it.

He was to overwhelmed with hunger to resist. Self control was not his best asset, and she was offering after all. She had let Stefan feed from her once or twice, right? She wasn't unaccustomed to just how sharp those fangs were, just how rapid the hunger was, and just how soft her skin was. But she knew this was not like with Stefan. Damon's hunger was more intense, she wasn't offering him a dispassionate wrist like she offered Stefan, she was offering him the pulse of her neck, her throat. He placed a cold finger to her collarbone as she rested her on the couch while he loomed over her, and then dragged his waiting, aching fangs to her neck. Her anticipation and fear was so great that she was rocking back and forth, almost. He pressed his lips to her neck, right over her jugular vein and licked in desperation. Overtaken by his hunger, his fangs sunk into her neck, and sucked. Drinking from her, taking from her. She felt the sharp pain at first, but was so dizzy with the nearness of him that pleasure was eclipsing the pain. Soft and dizzy noises rose from her throat. He was feasting on his prey so thoroughly. She grew weaker, and his hunger for her was getting out of control. She clutched his neck with her hands, kissed the top of his head and moved slowly beneath him. "Damon," a shaken whisper escaped her lips. He had to force himself to let go of her neck, his strength was already rejuvenated. He stared down at her panting, and in ecstasy.

He went a bit too far, he could see from her paleness.

"Thank you," he said hoarsely. She kissed his palm, staring at him with eyes so full. Warmth spread through her.

He stood up and went to stand at a distance from her. She continued to stare at him. "What did you come here for. Stefan's not back yet, if you were wondering. No news, sorry, can't update you and his whereabouts." He said suddenly, and she could feel his coldness. Why was he acting this way for, how could he bring Stefan up at a time like this. After she gave, and he took.

"I didn't come here to ask about Stefan." She said weekly, feeling the burn of his bite.

"Given up hope, I see," He said mockingly.

"I came to see you."

He stared at her slowly, "You came, you conquered, you fed me. You can go now. I'll drop by to see you once I get news about Stefan."

She couldn't believe his sudden actions, "Damon, why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what, Elena?" His stare burnt her nearly as much as his bite mark did.

"Like nothing is happening between us!"

"Stop."

"No, Damon. I know you're conflicted, but so am I. You don't think that I'm confused about these feelings?"

"Alright, and what do you suggest we do with these feelings? Okay, Elena. Lets screw each other. Come on, I'll make love to you on this damn couch, and I won't stop until I get you out of my system, then I'll take you upstairs, and we'll continue heavily screwing each other until we're certain we're out of eachothers systems. And then we'll keep doing it, I'll take your body everytime, pleasuring you. And then what happens when he comes back?" He rose his voice and walked to her, "Tell me what happens!"

She sat there speechless. Feeling unbearable guilt because she could feel Damon's pain too.

Damon brushed her cheek with his cold fingers, in a bitter, mocking tender motion "Just as I thought, you don't have anything to say, oh sweet Elena. We're just playing these games aren't we? Messing with eachothers heads. I know these games a bit too well."

Elena couldn't bare to look at him, "It's not games that we're playing and you know it."

"It's all games! Take me inside your body again, pleasure me, Elena. I can see the lust in your eyes. Take me where you want me. But quick before my brother comes."

"Damon, what are you saying! Listen to your self! I'm not playing any games." How could he even suggest that when he felt how warm her body was, how true and transparent her eyes were, how conflicting and devastating her feeling were. How could he! She stood up, very weekly, her neck throbbing from his feeding and spoke with emotional restraint in her voice. "I'm not Katherine. I don't play these games. I don't know what we're going to do if Stefan ever comes back, but we'll work through it." She sighed and continued "Maybe we should stay away from each other for a while. Have time to sort through these emotions by ourselves." Tears were welling up, weak and distorted, she turned her back to leave but his hand caught her arm. She could barely walk. She had lost quite a bit of blood and felt too dizzy and heavy with emotion.

"I'll put a bandage on that mark for you." He said as he sat her down on the couch.

He dabbed warm water on the bite mark with a wet cloth and then carefully bandaged it. The only thing she could feel was his cold fingers on her neck as he bandaged her. She turned to him and smiled faintly. She was thinking about him making love to her on this couch, of her making love to him. Such desperate and hot love that she trembled with the thought. She stood and left without another word.