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Summary: She has a demon inside of, eating her from the inside. She needs saving before she becomes one of the worst things she would hate to ever turn into. Who will save her? The White or Black knight?

Author's Note: Okay I know I haven't updated in a good long WHILE but I've been REALLY busy and had major writers block (It's horrible because lately I've been getting bad cases of it.) ANYWAYS as of now because I've been feeling guilty of not getting ANYWHERE with the novel I'm writing I've decided to make the Novel my main priority as of now because it's my dream that my dream will be out there on shelves or being read by others. (Though I basically am writing for myself.) However I do plan to update but unfortunatley I can't make any promises on FAST updates maybe one every month or so? I'm NOT going on hiatus, I'm just making the novel the first thing to update and work on when I can, I need to do this because it's been a four year project and I really need to write this. I hope this is understandable and also I apologize for the lameness beyond this note because I feel horrible with the beginnings of sickness, my throat's feeling very uncomfortable and also I wrote this through writer's block.

P.S. EXCUSE any grammatical errors, I might have missed somethings.

I'll fix it when I can.

Happy Reading! ^^

With every elegant, graceful flick of the fan he found himself more and more distracted more and more enticed.

Before him stood a woman who could obviously exude sensuality with just a snap of her fingers or even with just one gaze and even with the simple act of one bat of a lash.

Damon never had been this much entranced by a woman.

Though this entranced state of him wasn't the major cause of why he was in shock. He didn't know what to say to her or what to do after so long.

He was in shock because this woman before him was so unlike the Elena he had known as a human.

Damon found it so strange that the very woman with gleaming, cold brown orbs staring up at him…so openly sensuous behind the lace fan was…Elena.

And as he found himself gazing upon this flirty, sensual woman with a cool mask he found himself not being able to help but note how much of Katherine he saw in her and it scared him.

Damon only could stare at her, lips parted in surprise.

This woman was definitely not the same Elena he had known before.

After her disappearance…after her assumed death Damon found himself slipping underneath the mask of indifference again, his raw, fresh, renewed emotions – thanks to Elena - had gotten him burned.

He didn't like seeing her like this…

It was so strange…so unlike Elena.

Her fan lowered as she spoke, it gently fluttered setting a breeze of air on a few stray strands of hair. "Miss me, darling?" She winked at him which caused him to feel little prickles of heat strike him.

She leaned back and crossed her ankles on the footrest. Elena raised a single brow and her lips curled into something akin to wicked amusement.

Clenching his fist to maintain stability he strode over to her and stood in front of her as he directed his blank stare at her. He wasn't sure what emotion he should direct to her because this was Elena. The woman he cared for, hell even loved and had disappeared and left him in the dust.

Should he be extremely angry?

He thought so.

Should he be bitter?

Why not?

Shouldn't he yell and scream at her to get out of his damn house?

Again what reason didn't he have?

So all that he found he could do at moment would be waiting for more words to pour out of her lips. Elena just sat there as she took turns fluttering that lace fan of hers and then drinking from that glass he had just noticed now. He detected the scent of Vervain emitting from the glass which only caused his brows to furrow.

When had she become that immune to Vervain?

Unfortunately she didn't care to speak or maybe she wanted him to just stand there like and idiot not saying anything. Maybe she got some satisfaction out of seeing him not be able to speak. It irritated him because he hated feeling this weak…and straying from human emotions only intensified the peeve for feeling weak. He'd always hated feeling weak though so this disdain wasn't anything new to him.

Eventually Damon got to the point where he was sick of the silence and wanted to action…he wasn't sure exactly what kind but he didn't just want to stand in place and stay in stark silence especially after her just popping out of the blue.

However before he could even get a word out Elena bounded up at neck breaking speed and then slowly strutted up towards him as she fluttered the fan elegantly and swayed her hips a little in a sort of feline grace.

Only when she was a few steps away from did she stop and flick her fan closed and clutch it in her other hand gingerly.

His throat began to feel strange the minute her lips twitched and curved upwards into a crossbreed of a smirk, grin and coy smile that showed cockiness, seduction and sensuality while other things were compressed and unidentifiable.

Parting her lips he heard a voice that was strange yet familiar to him. "Cat got your tongue Damon?" Elena tilted her head to the side as she gazed into his eyes. Damon's vision began swimming with chocolate brown pools.

Swallowing tightly he forced his lips into a half hearted frown and spoke, all the while he hoped his voice passed his lips with no hesitation and no leads on how much he was going to try and stay strong.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" He breathed out his words with as much hostility he could manage.

"I missed you gorgeous." Her fingers tip toed up his chest until he grabbed them quickly and gripped on them tightly, her lips twisting in a pout.

He grasped her fingers tighter as he spoke. "Right…When did you get here?"

She seemed thoughtful as she spoke. "I've been here for a week."

"Really now? Why no greeting Elena?" he grinned maliciously

"I was busy with school arrangements and I did visit you. Well not as me but as that little bitch…what was her name again?" She grinned as she fluttered her lashes at him and he the strange sensation in his throat burned further.

School arangments?

"Katherine. Why the hell have you been pretending to be her?" He hissed.

Elena clucked her tongue and nodded gently. "Ahh yes her well whatever, I have my reasons and it doesn't matter anymore I'm here now."

"It does matter. You can't just turn up randomly and expect to be welcomed with open arms by everyone. You've been gone for a good while."

Elena began to pout again as she regarded him with a fake sweet 'Lovey Dovey' look. "Aw does this mean there's no welcome back kiss…"

"Very funny, why should you get one?" He raised a single brow in question.

"Oh don't act all Mr. Cool guy, I know you want to kiss me. I can see it in your eyes, plus I'm dying to taste those lips." She leaned into kiss him but he shoved her back slightly and in a snap let go of her hand.

"Who says I'm acting?" He smirked at her causing her to frown.

"Why wouldn't you I'm delicious." Her smile surfaced again she shot him her own cocky smirk. A single hand slid down to her hips as she swayed a little emphasising her slender form. He took note of what she was wearing and he knew he'd lose it if she got any nearer or didn't leave very, very soon.

Give me strength…she's going to kill me.

I feel like a freaking hormonal teen…

I just want…

Get a hold of yourself Damon!

The mental slap shook him awake but he still felt disoriented.

"Because…."

Elena cut him off.

"Because I left you, blah, blah. Loosen up and don't be a kill joy. Is Stefan really that contagious? I wouldn't be surprised if you were hunting for bunnies in the forest with him. I mean c'mon why are you being such a downer!" Elena crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him.

"One I will never go bunny or squirrel hunting with St. Stefan. Two I am being like this because you never bothered with contacting us in any way. We thought you were dead, human. What do you think would happen? You didn't even care I bet." He shook his head as he turned his back and walked away.

"Just leave." He took all but two steps and she was right in front of him with that seductive smile of hers as she shook a single finger, clucking her tongue and tsking as she did so. "I don't think so Damon, you're not going to get me to leave that easily."

In a flash she neared closer with her face inches away from his own. Her scent wafted to his nose and he could only clench his fists and grit his teeth behind his lips to keep himself from not giving in and just devour her on the spot. "Move."

Her scent was extremely potent, intoxicating and mouth wateringly good that by the minute it was weakening his will and what she was wearing wasn't helping. "Nervous Damon?"

"What makes you think I'm nervous?" He shot her a glare.

Elena only laughed before speaking "Let's stop this charade. I can tell you want me, to kiss me and do so much more….I can smell it."

"I can smell your lust." Damon rolled his eyes and turned around only to meet her again, he pivoted again and she was right there.

I have to get rid of her before I show my weakness.

Sneering at her his voice began to raise with every word he spoke until it quieted to a dull roar. "Would you just leave! You're like a bad cold that won't go away and if you think what you're doing is charming, it isn't! So hit the road little one because you can either go willingly or I can make you leave."

"Oh really?" The ever present smirk still plastered on.

"You bet; you really don't want to piss me off. I'm older and stronger." Damon presently was inches away from her face this time, close enough to lock lips with her and he didn't care because he finally felt the flares of anger really burning true and strong inside of him. Perhaps because the vampire side of him had decided to awaken and wanted to dominate and assert its power over the younger vampire in front of him that his anger wasn't halfhearted anymore.

Elena only hummed and tucked her arms behind her back as she took a step back still with the smirk playing on her lips.

Damon relaxed his body with every step back she took.

The relaxation was only in vain as her smirk turned into a Cheshire cat like grin and her eyes twinkled with the same sort of devilishness he used on girls he would lure in for meals. "You know what I'm not going to leave; I'm going to give you two options." Elena began to walk circles around him and he felt her stare sweeping all along his body as if she was sizing him up and she probably was doing just that.

Damon just stared at the ground with an intense glare meant for Elena.

His voice was laced with venom as he hissed out his words one by one. "And what are they?"

"Kiss me or kill me Damon." Finally she stopped and stood inches away from again, dominating his sight.

Her scent had begun to cloud his mind.

I'm going to hell.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed it and yes I kind of pilfered that Katherine bit with Damon that lead to their intense makeout session but I found it perfect and I hope this SHORT chapter wasn't lame...because I feel like it's weak but I needed to update. So thanks for reading and I hope it wasn't TOO BAD.

Thanks for the reviews and all from last chapter.

Until the next update! (I'll write when I can.)