Chapter 2;
Damon lay there impatiently, waiting for all of his body to come back into his control. He was so impatient, he needed to get up and get moving now. He needed to start his quest for her now. He slowly tried to sit up and with a bit of effort, managed it. Step one complete. He thought bitterly, this really wasn't helping, having no control of his body. He wondered why that was. Had something happened to him? Had he been attacked? For some reason he doubted that, he felt like he had strength, lots of strength. For some reason he was sure that he could take down anyone if they decided to attack him. Strength. That was the answer, strength and power. He could feel the power inside of him trying to bubble to the surface; he sent some of that power through his body and soon found that he could stand, no, could fly. He had to find her, his one. The one person who he loved above all others. The one person he actually cared about. And with that, he took off into the sky.
School was dragging by today. Elena just wanted to be outside, in the air, where she could breathe. She felt suffocated recently, everyone was always crowding in around her and she couldn't breathe, or that's what it felt like anyway. She knew she wasn't being fair, her friends had always been like this, they'd always been so close. But right now it was too close and too much. And all she really wanted was to be alone, alone with the air. She remembered what it was like when Damon had picked her up and took off into the air. How weightless she'd felt, how goddamn free. He'd kissed her then. On that cool morning, in the middle of nowhere. He'd kissed her when they were flying, their first kiss. It'd been perfect really now she thought about it, sure it had felt good at the time but she'd been so mad at him because back then it was Stefan and only Stefan, and she'd been so convinced that Damon had influenced her into kissing him back, influenced her into enjoying it. She was convinced he'd done something because kissing your boyfriends brother shouldn't feel that good. But it had. She remembered his velvety sweet lips pressing down ever so gently on hers and how he'd d-
"Elena, come on it's time for lunch! Are you day dreaming again"
Bonnie called to her from the other side of the classroom; everyone else seemed to have already left the room. Elena mentally shook herself then stood up and made her way over to Bonnie and Meredith who were waiting by the door.
"Sorry, I was just thinking"
"What about, it looked pretty nice, you had a dreamy expression on your face, was it about Stefan?" Meredith laughed
" No, it doesn't even matter, let's go to lunch" Elena faked a smile and walked out of the classroom, Meredith and Bonnie following behind her, and even though they thought she didn't, Elena saw the curious glances they were exchanging behind her back. She was out of the loop and she knew it, and the worst thing was that it was all her fault, she'd been pushing them both away recently. She hadn't meant to, she just seriously couldn't get him out of her head and all her thoughts seemed to be directed towards him. And she hated it. And she also loved it. But it had always been that way with Damon, hadn't it? There had been times when she'd hated him, despised him, and wanted him to just leave her and never come back. But then there'd been the other times. The times when they'd been friends, more than friends, much more really. And she'd trusted him, above anyone. Because he would never judge and he didn't have her on the ridiculous pedestal that Stefan did. No that wasn't fair, Stefan loved her, he thought she was perfect. Even though she was so far from it.
Damon was flying. Flying so fast that everything was blurred and he wasn't sure if it was night or day or something in between. He was hooked on his quest. Hooked on finding her. Hooked on her. He would find her, he wouldn't sleep or eat or stop at all until he was with her, drinking from her and sleeping in her bed and relaxing with her. Because it'd all be worth it when he was with her, and he didn't want to be away from her a moment longer than he had to. Maybe when he was with her, she'd be able to tell her something's, things about him, things about them because right now, he didn't remember anything. Only her face. Dannazione. He had to remember. He wanted memories of her, memories that would last him until he found her, and then her presence would be enough, just to be near her would be enough, but right now he just wanted something to last him. To last him until he was back with his beloved. But no, the only things he could remember were blurred images of a time long, long, ago and words from a language that reminded him of home. Where ever that was. Stop thinking Damon. He had to concentrate, concentrate on finding her. He knew she wasn't in this place, wherever it was. He was in a completely different world to her and it was killing him. The distance was killing him, he had to be close to her, and he had to find a way out of this world and into hers. A world where the sun and sky weren't dyed the colour of blood. Blood. Now that was a thought to last him through the journey, blood, her blood. With that thought in his head Damon pushed himself a little harder, pushed himself to get to her. Because he knew, when he did that he'd be home. Finally home.