Elena woke, her eyes fluttering open to the sun hitting her face. She rolled over not wanting to get up just yet. It's been two hundred years since she had turned, proudly wearing a lapis lazuli teardrop on a chain around her neck. She sat up, stretching her arms above her head as she sighed in contempt. The years have flown by so quickly, but they also felt like forever when you're waiting for the love of your life to return to you. She stood, curling and un-curling her toes as she padded into the marble bathroom, turning the water on in the sink and splashing her face. She stood up, looking herself over in the mirror. Her 20 year old self stared back at her and she smiled, one day closer to Damon coming home, whenever that would be. She climbed into the shower, standing underneath the spray of the showerhead.

Damon climbed out of his car, standing before the gilbert home, or it used to be anyways. He could hear the shower running from Elena's old bedroom, new residence he supposed probably her great grandchildren of some sorts. He sighed; he never thought he could miss someone so much. There many times when he would give in and drive back just to ride past her house when she was still alive. That was the closest he would let himself get, he didn't want to start the pain all over again, not that it ever stopped at all. He figured that if he came back he'd bump into Blondie or Stefan but it's been two hundred years and she would be long gone dead.

He climbed back into his car and drove away just as Elena walked back into her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her waist. She thought she had heard a car idling by the curb as she looked out her window just to see a black mustang disappearing down the street. She shrugged, dressing in jeans and white button down as she combed through her wet hair with her fingers. She was going to meet up with Caroline and Tyler in an hour. Besides the fact that only two of her friends were still alive, she got lonely. When Bonnie died, she thought she would never bounce back but it was even worse on her when her little brother Jeremy bit the bullet. She tried not to think of those things, pushing them far out of her mind and replacing them with her plans for today.

Damon stepped into the foyer of the Boarding house, no sign of his brother, probably skipped town once she was gone. He figured, knowing his brother, they broke up at some point and Elena married Matt and they had two kids together, growing old together, and assumedly died together. He didn't like to think of it, wishing he had never left and all he could do was kick himself for it, nothing he could do now. It was for the better that he had left, she deserved a normal human life and if he had stayed there was no way he would have ever let her go.

Caroline had just heard the news; Tyler had done his daily check up through the woods, checking to see if Damon had come back yet and had found a familiar black mustang in the drive way of the Salvatore Boarding home. She was ecstatic; she couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she told Elena. Speaking of Elena, she was entering her house as she heard her shut the front door behind her and Tyler greet her. She bounded down the stairs, light on her feet as she hugged her best friend. Elena laughed at her bubbly attitude and said, "What's gotten into you?" Caroline grinned, "Oh nothing just you know, a certain Salvatore came home this morning." Elena froze, "You're joking." She shook her head, "Nope." Before Caroline could say anything else, Elena was out the door and back in her car before she could blink. She chuckled as she cuddled up to Tyler's side.

Damon heard the gravel in his drive way crumble as a car parked itself out front. He peered out the window and gapped, what was Katherine doing here? He opened the front door and waited for her to notice him. Elena looked up towards the door as she shut her car door. "Damon?" he stood there on the top step, his face chiseled into a straight line, "And what do I owe the pleasure Katherine?" Her stomach learched, he thought she was her doppel ganger? Well it made sense considering he thought she was dead after two hundred years. "I'm not Katherine." She said tediously as she slowly walked towards him. "Don't fuck with me Katherine, who else would you be?" "Elena." His jaw tensed as his fists clenched at his sides, "Not funny." "No you're right, it's not funny making a girl wait for you for two hundred years." She finally reached him, standing in front of him as she fought the need to reach out and touch him, to know he was really here and this all wasn't just a cruel dream. "It can't be." He whispered, looking at her in a suspicious way. "Stefan would have never let you." "It wasn't up to Stefan." "But how'd you, who turned you?" She smiled, "You did." "What?" she shushed him, "Let me just enjoy this moment of you finally being home." "But why, why would you become a monster?" "If you really love someone, you would do anything for them, even if it was just to see them again." Then she kissed him, their eyes closing. Never in all of their lives had they felt so complete.

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a/n: TA DA! It's complete, just a quick fic to quench all of your guy's hunger. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it. Leave me a review if you'd like.

Stay Beautiful,

Marissa