Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes. But you'll always be

My hero, even though you lost your mind. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's alright because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's alright because I love the way you lie.

-Rihanna ft. Eminem, I love the way you lie part 2.

Damon's P.O.V

Damon could feel her; he was close, so close. He'd spotted her aura a mile away, just after he'd entered a state called Virginia. Her aura shone bright above all others, like a beacon of hope and love shining in a world of sameness. Her aura was pure and beautiful, the aura of a true maiden. He was flying faster than ever now; being in such close proximity with her tantalising aura was making him push himself harder, though he was almost burnt out.

He was starving and he was aching but he couldn't give up now, not when she was so close to him. Every bone in his body was screaming in protest but he pushed on, riding the waves of pain. He was confused, almost delirious, exhausted and famished, yet still determined, determined to find his beloved.

Things were coming back to him now, memories were assaulting him, blurred images of the past, he saw faces he didn't recognise, he heard words that had never been spoken to him before. The memories kept coming, hitting him one after the next. It seemed that finding her aura had triggered them, triggered his memories to start coming back, battering him with their force. He didn't know what he was doing, he was flying aimlessly, flying straight towards her, not noticing his surroundings, keeping his mind full of one thing; her aura.

He was close now, really close. He was flying over a small town; a town that looked oh so familiar. He sensed it, the place where she was, it filled his vision. The old boarding house surrounded by a forest. The Old Wood, his territory. The thought popped into his head with no prompt, he was almost there, almost with her. He was almost home.

Elena's P.O.V;

Elena braced herself before knocking on the boarding house' door, everyone was going to be there; Stefan, Bonnie, Meredith, Matt, Mrs Flowers; everyone. She didn't like being around them all anymore, it was too painful, to be around these people who had gone through everything with her, yet all seemed to be able to move on with their lives.

She also had the strangest feeling; she felt like it was going to happen today. Whatever it was, she wasn't sure, but since she'd woken up she'd been filled with an anticipation that had given her the surge of energy to get out of bed.

Something was going to happen today, she wasn't quite sure what, but it was something big; she could taste it in the air around her.

She knocked softly and the door was soon answered by Bonnie, who swooped on her and embraced her in a bone crushing hug, then grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dining room, where everyone was gathered.

"Hello love" Stefan greeted her warmly, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. She smiled in response, not able to muster up a more enthusiastic reaction.

The room soon went quiet and Bonnie started to speak.

"Well, we're all here because this is the first gathering we've had since the other dimension" Elena shivered slightly hearing it being mentioned.

"This is also the first meeting we've had since Damon died, and if I know Damon, I don't think he'd have wanted us to forget about him so easily"

The sentence from Bonnie made Elena's blood boil, she couldn't help it, a sharp sting of jealousy coursed through her body filling her up; she had to say something.

"But you didn't; know him I mean. Not really" Elena surprised herself by speaking these words.

Bonnie looked taken aback by Elena's comment and for a second nobody said anything, just stared at Elena, trying to make sense of what she'd just said. The first person to break the silence was bonnie, she laughed slightly.

"What do you mean Elena? Of course I knew Damon, we grew quite close throughout our time in the dark-"

"Just stop" Elena cut Bonnie off "Just stop it; you didn't know him, not really, not like I did. You think you knew him, but you never really got past the surface, really you and Damon were nothing"

"Elena, sweetie, Damon and I, we had a thing"

"I'm aware, I'm just saying that it wasn't a very important thing" With that parting comment, Elena stormed out of the room mentally telling Stefan to not follow her.

She felt better now; now that she'd got some of her anger out of her system. She hadn't been angry at Bonnie; not really. She'd just been there, when Elena needed a release. She'd just go and apologise soon anyway. She was happy she'd had an excuse to come outside anyway. She could feel it; that thing was coming

She stood there staring at the sky, not moving; poised for action. Something was defiantly coming; it was close now, really close, almost on top of her. The world started to close in, she could feel it, an aura shooting towards her at break-neck speed, a familiar aura. An extremely familiar one.

Both's P.O.V;

He hit the ground with a thud, in the back yard of the boarding house, slamming down on to the floor, too exhausted to stop himself before he hit the ground. He stood slowly, muscles straining at the effort, his vision blurred. He saw her face clearly though, oh so clearly.

At first Elena did nothing, she stood there and stared; not quite believing that he, Damon was standing right in front of her and this time, he wasn't a vision. She was in a trance, staring intently at his beautiful face.

After a few seconds, she started to walk towards him, taking small, staggered steps, almost tripping over her feet. She stopped when she was close enough to touch him. She raised her small hands and placed them on his flushed cheeks.

She slowly started stroking his cheeks, tracing small circles on them, almost as if to check he was real. When she seemed satisfied her hands moved, they traced his lips, trying out the shape, to check that they were the right shape; as perfect as they had been before. She ran her fingers along his slim, straight nose and traced his now closed eye-lids, trying to count those inky, long lashes. She paused for a second, not quite sure what to do, then she spoke.

"D-Damon?" She croaked, her throat had become incredibly dry.

"Yes princess?" He whispered.

A small sob escaped her lips, and then she threw herself at him. Arms locking around his neck, feet lifting off the floor. She kissed him, kissed his face, anywhere she could, any patch of skin, tasting it, tasting him. She kissed him everywhere she could think of, except his lips, they would be the main event; she wanted to kiss every part of him before she lost herself completely in his presence.

When there was nowhere left to kiss, no patch of skin that her lips had no come into contact with, she softly, ever so softly pressed her lips to his.

There was an explosion in both their heads. It was everything, the comets and stars, the whole world. The whole world wrapped up into one kiss, one kiss exchanged between lovers. Elena breathed him in, tasting his familiar lips, tears streaming down her face because he was here and this was what had been missing, this was what was going to bring her back to life. This was everything her and Stefan weren't.

Damon's knees gave way and they both sank to the floor, never breaking the kiss, desperately pressing their lips together, any distance was too much. Elena's hands threaded themselves into his silky hair and Damon's encircled her waist pulling her even closer into him until their bodies were flush against each other. He was under her spell; he couldn't resist the pretty prize that was her intoxicating lips. He moaned as her hands moved to his chest, soothing all the cuts that were left on there. He pulled away ever so slightly, just so he could look at those lapis lazuli eyes that had haunted his every thought since the day he woke up. He gazed into them, an eternity may have passed, but then he could spend eternity in her eyes; then he passed out in her arms.