Damon's POV

Looking down at Elena sleep was becoming one of my favourite past times. I chuckled quietly to myself as I brushed the loose strands of soft brown hair off her forehead. All the pain and grief that she must had been feeling seemed to fall away in her current state of reverie. It felt so good to have her in my arms. It felt..right. I continued to run my fingers through her soft hair and sighed a little. I couldn't understand why on earth my brother would leave her. Despite the fact that she looked like Katherine, she was so different from her. No, Elena was kind and selfless, forgiving..and she could love. I smiled, remembering her soft laugh, the one that sounded like silver bells ringing through a midnight sky. Slipping his fingers out of Elena's hair, I turned my head to look out in the direction of the window.

I realised that I hadn't shut it when I had climbed previously to get into her room. I could see the sunlight slowly trickling through the gap between Elena's curtains. The sun rise was always my favourite part of day. I loved how it all started off dark, as if you weren't expecting day to arrive any time soon. Then, just behind the mountains, a strange sort of glow would peer from behind, only just being obscured by the dominating landscape. Then, the soft glow would slowly grow and pink rays, no orange, no a soft autumn colour, would emanate from around the edges of the rising orb of white light. Then, as the sun would rise higher, it would cast a sheen of beautiful light on anything that stood close enough for it to touch. It was a signal, a sign, that all things could be made new.

Ha, I thought. All things, becoming new again? I was fooling myself. How could I possible made new again? After all the things that I had done. Killing all those innocent people. I could easily switch it off, all the guilt, the pain, it could all go away. Yet, it was there the guilt always gnawing away at the pit of my heart. I had just grown so accustomed to it that it didn't really bother me. Not until I met Elena anyway. I looked down at her again as she stirred in my arms, nestling into my chest. Despite myself, I leant over and kissed her. Just a small kiss. What is it about you, I though. What is it about you that makes me forget who I am…

But I could change…Here we go again, I thought, and the conflicting thoughts ensue..Damon smiled, a small, sad smile. I would try. That was for sure.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you." I whispered into her hair.

I liked this, me and hair. Even if I couldn't be redeemed, even if she wouldn't love me, I would be there with her. Every step of the way.

Elena's POV

I felt myself drifting, it was nice to be able to sleep without any nightmares intruding. Then, seeing the faint glow of sunlight cast above my eyelids, I knew that it was time to wake up.

It was funny how you know when you wake up. When you sleep, you don't know anything, you don't really feel anything either. Your dreams become your reality, then suddenly, you can hear things and feel things and you know that you are awake, no matter how much longer you eyes stay shut for. You mind starts turning its little cogs and there you go, with no stopping until the next time when you really drift off into the land of sleep.

I felt my eyes fluttering open and saw lean muscular arms wrapped around my waist and smiled. Oh Stefan, I love you so much. You always know how to comfort me.

Then realisation hit me with such force that I could almost have gasped. Stefan had left. He was never coming back. Then..who was that? Who had his arms wrapped around me? I looked up alarmed, with the events of last night playing through my head.

Me crying, never wanting to get out of bed.

Me seeing Damon after Jenna called.

Me crying, seeing Damon reminding me of Stefan.

Damon…holding me in his arms, comforting me.

"Damon!" I choked out. Trying to sit up, which proved to be tricky, considering that I was still lying in his arms. "What- How- " and I collapsed into his arms again, the sudden excursion tiring me out.

"Hey, hey, its ok, Elena." I hear Damon say as he pulled me towards him.

I felt so at ease with him. I could feel myself calming down. I was glad he was here, as much as he reminded me of Stefan, I needed someone there for me. Someone who could understand what I was going through. I was just so afraid though, that if he left me, I would really have no one.

That's great, I thought darkly, after one Salvatore leaves, the other one is the one to comfort me. As much as I felt so warm in Damon's arms, I knew that no matter how Damon felt about me or how much I felt about him, for that matter, I knew that that would never guise how much I felt about Stefan. Stefan loved me..he left me..and that was never going to change. I looked up at Damon's face again, a concerned frown encroaching upon his forehead.

The brooding forehead, I smiled, just a little. Everything that anyone did was going to remind me of him. I could never love anyone else as much as I loved him. Could I?

Did you like it so far? Please review! I'd love it if you want to give me any tips or any plot lines or ideas that you would like to see happening in my fanfic. I'm trying to keep it as realistic as I can with Elena's emotions cuz its kind of stupid when people write in their other fanfics and describe Stefan as a TOTAL douche. He's not like that, its just that...Damon is hot! Thanks to Ian Somerhalder...haha. But Paul Wesley is too! hahaha...yeahhh. Soo R&R please! I will update soon! I promisee XX ALY

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