Do you know what's worth fighting for? If it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away?

And you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh out the pride?

And you look for a place to hide; did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins. - 21 guns; Green Day.

Damon's P.O.V

He'd lost count of the days he'd been back in this world, her world. He was searching for her, her presence, just a glimpse of her sweet aura that would lead him to her; so far, he'd had no such luck. He'd flew over countless towns and villages in the form of a crow, analysing the auras of all the maidens he'd passes. None of them had been her so far, he knew that as soon as he found her aura he'd know it was her, they were so in tune with each other, loving Elena was as easy as breathing for him, it was something he could do without trying, it came naturally. They were meant to be.

He was tired though, and he was aching, he knew what that meant, he was hungry. He had been trying to refrain from bleeding the countless women he'd passed on his journey; her blood would taste all the more sweet if he suffered a bit for it. But he realised now that his hunger was slowing him down, making his reactions slower and his thoughts less coherent, not to mention that it hurt like a bastard.

He swooped down on a small town and landed softly in a tree. He changed back into his human form, he gazed down at himself, his legs were clad in black torn up skinny jeans and he had no shirt on, his white chest was covered in cuts that he hadn't bothered to heal, to distracted by his quest to find her.

He jumped down from the tree and landed gracefully. He ran into the centre of the village and soon found a few women that would do for his snack. He saw a blonde and a brunette standing in a small book store, perfect. He sauntered in and pretended to look at books for a bit, noticing that both women were staring at his tattered jeans and bare chest, they hadn't even seen his face yet and they were admiring him. He flashed a familiar 200 kilowatt smile at nothing in particular and raised his head. The blonde was about 26 and was curvy, he was so hungry that he was severely tempted but she wasn't right. He didn't want to drink from her, this woman with hair similar to Elena's, she was just a cheap knock-off and Damon Salvatore did not do knock-offs. So he let his gaze trail past her and settle on the brunette.

He drew himself to his full height and strolled up to the woman, flashing a smile that a thousand mirrors had said was charming.

"Ciao, bella" He drawled at her, noticing the blush that crept onto her cheeks at his Italian words.

"H-Hello, I'm Lisa and you are?"

"Damon Salvatore" He purred into her ear.

He had to hold in a laugh, he'd only said four words to this woman and she was already like putty in his hands, women were so easy to control.

He compelled her to come outside into the alley way behind the shop with him and wasted no time in sinking his fangs straight into her neck, moaning as her warm blood flowed into his mouth, he drank deeply, draining her almost dry, he was severely tempted but he didn't have time to dump the body or anything, now he'd fed he needed to continue searching.

Elena's P.O.V

Elena was sitting on the floor of the living room in the boarding house doing her art homework, she felt content like this, Stefan was out hunting and she had her IPod plugged in playing softly in the background. But even like this she felt slightly off, sort of jumpy and wired.

She finished off her work, packed away and sat down on the couch. She had nothing to entertain her now, nothing to keep her busy and to keep the thoughts from flowing into her head. She looked around the comfy house, she all of a sudden she felt really hot, like boiling hot. The walls were closing in, she had to get out, she heard echoes of past conversations, one voice in particular, his voice, haunting her.

She ran from the boarding house out into the frigid winter hair, her breath flew out of her mouth in think clouds of steam. She was shivering yet she was burning up on the inside, so she ran, and kept on running. She ran right past the boarding house and out into the old wood. Her eyes were streaming from the cold and her unshed tears, her hair was snagging on low hung branches and thorns were scratching at the exposed skin of her arms, in her haste to leave the boarding house she'd forgotten a coat.

She tore her way into an open clearing in the wood, she had no idea where she was but somehow it felt familiar, that was when she realised that she'd been her with him when he'd been possessed by Shinichi.

"Leave me alone!" She screamed into the air, her voice cracking and her knees giving way. " Just leave me alone and get out of my head!"

"Now why would I want to do that princess?"

She sat bolt upright when she heard the voice, that oh so familiar sweet voice, she turned towards the direction the voice had come from. She saw him standing there in all his glory.

"Damon?" She asked desperately.

"Who else?" He flashed her that cocky 200 kilowatt smile, and she darted into his arms.

Yet when she reached him, instead of feeling his strong arms around her she was only greeted by air, he was gone. No, he hadn't really been there in the first place, he'd been a vision, something her mind had created to try and soften the blow. She sunk down to the forest floor and started sobbing.

"Why are you crying Elena?"

She lifted her head to be greeted by Damon lounging near her on the ground.

"Because you're dead, and I wish I was too. Everything's ruined now"

"I may be dead, but I'm always with you, I'm a part of you, I belong to you"

She shuffled along the floor until she lay next to him, she reached out to touch him but her hand went straight through the vision. She sighed deeply and gazed up at the leaves above her head, her breath showing in front of her in a cloud of steam.

"Just, - Just stay with me, just for a little while; I don't want to feel alone again"

"You'll never be alone Elena, I'm always with you, you know that"

She didn't know how long she lay there in that secluded clearing in the forest just enjoying the silence, she also didn't know when Damon faded away and Stefan found her, picked her up and carried her back to the boarding house. She was too tired to say anything to him, too tired to come up with excuses as to why she'd been lying on the floor in the middle of the Old Wood.

She must have fell asleep at the boarding house because when she woke up she was lying, fully clothed in her bed at home. She checked her alarm clock and saw it read 3:30am, she had school tomorrow and knew she really should go back to sleep, but she just wasn't tired anymore. She climbed out of bed, wrapped her blanket around her and sat at her desk, switching her laptop on.

She brought up the internet and went on Google, wondering what to search. She didn't know what possessed her to type Damon Salvatore into the search engine and press enter, but she did. She went straight to the images section and was soon staring straight into the face of Damon Salvatore, yet it was not as she had known him. The picture was grainy and from the 60's if she was to guess. She smiled at the picture and couldn't help a sob from escaping her lips, Damon looked so carefree, he was dancing in a club wearing tight leather pants, his head thrown back, mid laugh. The image was just so Damon, they'd caught the image right in a moment, and she couldn't help but wish that she'd been there, living that moment with him.

Exhaustion suddenly washed over her, so she rested her head on her desk and let sleep claim her.

She was back in the woods. It was night, the stars were shining in the sky and the whole atmosphere was one of anticipation and excitement. She looked down at her body, she was wearing a silky black dress that fell out from her in folds of material, her feet were bare.

Suddenly two hands were covering her eyes and she could feel warm breath on her neck, it made the hairs on her spine stand straight up.

"Guess who..." A voice, that voice, purred softly in her ear.

"Damon" She half murmured, half moaned in response.

The hands released her eyes and she turned around to face him. He was so beautiful her heart broke; she took him all in, from his bare chest and jeans to his perfect, angelic face.

Without saying anything, he laced his fingers with hers and placed a hand on her waist, the skin immediately erupted in goose bumps, Damon smiled and she didn't doubt that he knew exactly what his touch did to her. At first she didn't know what he was doing as he slowly started to sway, but she soon caught on. They were dancing. It was even better than she remembered, dancing with Damon. He moved her so gracefully, that she felt like she was flying. He waltzed her around and around the clearing his eyes never leaving hers, his intense gaze penetrating her and seeing her soul.

She felt complete, she couldn't help it when she was with Damon, the whole world just closed up until it was just them; just a boy and girl, holding each other so tightly because they knew that pretty soon, they'd have to let go.

Damon twirled her around and the skirt of her dress flew out around her, exposing some of her legs, Damon's eyes flew hungrily to them. She felt so beautiful, so alive, so free. Soon their dancing had slowed, slowed until it stopped and they were just holding each other, gazing intently into each other's eyes. Elena felt so relaxed, so sleepy, she let her head fall back and melted her body against Damon's, so he was the only thing holding her up. She tipped her head back even further and soon felt Damon's lips connect with her throat.

His sweet, velvety lips trailed up her neck placing soft, soft kisses in a trail along it. His talented tongue made exquisite patterns on her skin, she moaned softly at the intimate contact. His teeth came next, nibbling softly on her neck, going higher until he softly nibbled her earlobe, tracing it with his tongue. His lips came back down to her neck and she knew it was coming, so she wasn't surprised when she felt the snake bite sting of Damon's fangs.

Then she saw the sky, the moon, the stars and the comets, and then the universe was swallowed up in Damon's midnight eyes.

Elena woke with a start, her alarm was going off. She was brought back to reality was a smack. She switched her alarm off and strolled into the shower. Ready for another day of pretending. Ready for another day of missing Damon. Ready for another day of drifting, waiting until she could feel again.