I hope the story becomes a bit clearer here, and I think it might move up to an M next chapter. I don't own any of them

They sped along a deserted road, Damon's eye fixed straight in front of him. Elena found herself staring at the side of his face. He looked troubled. If he had done this six months ago there would have been no way Elena would have got in the car, well willingly anyway. She also knew that if it was what Damon had wanted it would have happened.

Damon slowed the car down, and pulled into an opening on the right. He carried on down a gravel track and after about 10 minutes he came to a stop. Elena eyes were wide open, looking forward at the sight in front of her. It was beautiful, a lake surrounded by green trees. It had only taken them 45 minutes to get her and yet she had never known it existed. Damon looked at her and smiled.

"Damon, this is so beautiful, but what are we doing here?" Elena asked. Damon smirked at her although he still looked fairly uncomfortable.

"This is where all the guys used to bring their dates back in 1864" he laughed. Elena burst out laughing too, and he smiled at her. He stroked her hair gently, but his face regained that troubled look he had on the way down. Elena noticed and whispered "Damon, what's wrong? Why did you really bring me here? I know something is wrong and..."

"Elena, shut up" Damon interrupted her, not in an aggressive tone, but it was authoritative, and Elena certainly did stop talking. She looked at him confused.

"Elena, you're right there is something wrong, and that's why I brought you here. I need to tell you something, but I need you to promise you'll let me finish before you start talking again. Can you do that?" Damon asked, searching her eyes. Elena looked back at him, and nodded. She knew from his facial expression that this had to be important, and he was struggling to maintain his control.

Damon was silent for a few moments; he needed to collect his thoughts. He knew that what he was about to tell Elena could ruin their friendship, but it could also strengthen it. He knew he had to be honest with her, because that was the least she deserved, no one had ever accepted Damon quite like she had. Not Katherine, not Andi, not even his own brother. He took a deep breath and turned towards her.

"Elena, I really don't know how you're going to respond to what I'm about to tell you, but I need you to know I'm telling you because I think you deserve the truth". He notices Elena stiffen, but knew he had to carry one.

"I've loved spending time with you recently Elena, and I love the way you make me feel about myself, I've never felt so human, not even when I was one and that's down to you." He paused to look at her; she looked touched, almost as if she might cry. He knew he'd better carry on, before she thought this was just a soppy way of saying thank you.

"But I'm not human Elena, and I can't stop fighting it anymore" Damon paused for a moment, and looked straight into Elena's eyes. He felt tears prick his eyes, knowing what he was about to say would probably end their relationship right now. He swallowed, trying to find his voice again.

"Elena, I need to kill someone".