Elena's POV:

"Fuck you, Damon!" Alaric yelled slamming his cards down on the table. Damon had just won Ric's Suburban and Jenna's Mini Cooper on a game of poker. They had started out with playing for fun, then betting money, and now they reached the level of betting their automobiles.

"Look, Ric... I know how much you must want to but I don't swing that way. You're not my type," he smirked. "Jenna on the other hand.." he trailed off leading Ric to break one of Damon's fingers.

Damon cried out before snapping it back into place.

"I was just kidding you fuck!" Damon yelled as the three continued to laugh at him.

"You're not taking my Mini Cooper," Jenna glared. "You're loaded enough as it is."

"That's why I didn't play him, Jenna. He's like a thousand years old. He knows what he's doing," Liz raised her eyebrows raising her drink to her lips.

"No need to be melodramatic, Liz. I'm only one hundred and seventy five years old," he raised an eyebrow. "No matter my age the women always come crawling to my door anyhow," he turned his head giving Elena a small smirk across the room. Elena rolled her eyes.

They continued bickering from across the room. Elena was sitting on a stool in the kitchen next to Bonnie and Caroline.

It had been a month since Damon and Ric had taken them across the country to the middle of nowhere... Nebraska.

It wasn't as boring as it sounds, but still pretty boring. I mean there isn't a lot of farms or crops until you get on the highway, then that's all you see. Damon rented an extremely large house in a city just north of Lincoln. It was a nice town. Way bigger than Mystic Falls, but not as large as Lincoln.

Damon told them they weren't staying long. He was waiting to hear from a friend over in Italy about a safe house waiting for them.

Adjusting to the whole vampire world was extremely hard for Elena and her friends. Ric hadn't really told her a lot about himself after she had found out he had been a vampire. He was an old one too. Older than Damon. All Elena really knew was that they had crossed paths back in the day.

At least she wasn't like Liz and compelled to cooperate with the vampires. Elena and her friends had their moment of freak out where they cried and stayed far away from Ric and Damon as possible. Jenna was the one that calmed them down. She had known about this situation for almost a year which pissed Elena off.

Elena had been trying to keep herself as occupied as often as she could so she didn't have to talk to the two vampires. She didn't trust them. She was focusing more on helping Bonnie with learning more of her witchcraft.

Damon even thought it was a good idea and called up his friend Bri that he had been feeding on from the party to help. She agreed. Elena knew Bri loved Damon. She had been ogling him ever since she had gotten here. Damon had hardly given her a side glance, but Elena caught him a couple times watching her instead from the other side of the room.

"Are they still playing poker?" Jeremy asked Bonnie coming down the steps. He had just gotten out of the shower.

"Yeah. Damon has won everything so far."

"No shit.. Damon is a thousand years old," Jeremy chuckled.

"One seventy five, my emo friend, one seventy five," Damon shouted from across the room.

"Still old as hell," Jeremy scoffed under his breath.

"I heard that Bieber," he eyed him from across the room.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and turned to Bonnie once again.

"Hey," Elena jumped. Damon was right behind her.

"Jesus you scared me!" Elena held her chest trying to calm her breathing.

"Habit," he shrugged it off his shoulder. "So are you ever gonna talk to me?" He asked smugly.

"Give me time... this is a lot to process and I don't know if I can trust you. You kill people, Damon," Elena breathed admitting it for the first time.

"Actually, I usually just feed on people. Most of the time I don't take pleasure in killing, Stefan does." He paused. Elena rolled her eyes. He lowered his voice. "I did save your life you know," Damon smirked stepping closer.

"Hardly. Stefan wouldn't have killed me," Elena folded her arms in insecurity as Damon's eyes scoured over her body briefly.

"Stefan does not care about you. He jumped right into bed with Katherine when she showed up," he snipped.

Elena could feel her eyes tear up. Turning away, she took a deep breath as a single tear ran down her cheek.

Most nights she would cry herself to sleep and pull herself together throughout the day.

Stefan had hurt her, slept with someone who looked exactly like her and didn't think anything of it. Damon must have been right when he had claimed Stefan had no emotions. No one could spend three years of bliss with someone and then turn around claiming he was only with her for his master.

"Look..." Damon intercepted her thoughts. Elena turned around. "Stefan has been compelled by Niklaus for some reason. I don't know why he wants you, but he's not getting you," Damon nodded squeezing her arm in reassurance.

Elena nodded.

She didn't know how.. she didn't know when.. and she didn't know why, but a strange mixture of anger and lust overwhelmed her.

The anger was for Stefan... but later she would find out the lust... was for Damon.

•••••

3 days later

"Can't we do something else today? I'm bored as fuck.." Jeremy complained.

"Jeremy for Christ's sake we are on the run," Ric irritatedly whispered. Jeremy sighed stuffing his face with pancakes.

"I'm so sick of pancakes can't we eat anything else?" He scoffed.

"If I hear any more complaining from you Jer I swear to god I will cut your tongue off and feed it to the forest animals," Damon glared at him. "Especially if you hate on my world-famous pancakes again."

Jeremy gulped taking another bite.

Two days ago, the group had just moved to two separate houses in the middle of Nowhere, Colorado. I mean it's not actually the name of the town, however, it may as well have been.

Ric, Jenna, Liz and Caroline were all staying in one cabin whereas Bonnie, Jeremy, Elena and Damon were staying in the other due to confinement spaces. They were each two bedroom log cabins with a decent sized living room and quite the kitchen. Damon refused to sleep on the couch, so Jeremy took the couch whereas Elena and Bonnie shared a bed which wasn't a big deal.

The entire group agreed to have one vampire at each house in case of danger. However, brunches were made by Damon, and he was such a good cook everyone met in their cabin for a meal other than Liz who was currently showering back at the other cabin.

"Damon don't be such a dick," Bonnie sneered.

"Don't talk to me that way witch bitch," Damon shot back. Bonnie stormed out of the cabin with Jeremy and Caroline to more than likely rant. Ric and Jenna had vanished in the middle of the meal to "go for a hike" together.

Elena and Damon were left to clean up after everyone.

"So, Damon, where did you learn to cook?" Elena asked trying to avoid awkward silence as she stacked plates in the dish washer.

His pissed off facial expression changed as his eyes shot to hers. They became soft, yet mischievous as always.

"I was a born natural," he said with a raise of his eyebrows. "I was born a natural in many things, actually," he claimed running his fingertips lightly down Elena's arm. She could feel the goosebumps rising on her flesh.

"We're not doing this again, Damon. You may have helped me escape, but I have no time in my life for a relationship. Especially with someone like you," She claimed a little harsher than she meant. Elena could see the slight pain in his eyes for a mere second before retreating back to his cocky self.

"Oh come on you were all over me just as much as I was you," he shrugged.

"Well, I don't want a relationship with a tool who just wants me for my body while he's screwing other women too," she snapped.

"And people don't want me for my body?" He paused. Elena agreed he had a point. "What if I'm not looking for a relationship?" He stepped a little closer, and she could feel his hot breath hitting her skin. Elena gulped. "I can see the way I make you nervous. I see you staring at me from across the room, and I can definitely smell your arousal right now as I am talking to you. Being a vampire makes everything heightened and makes me more aware. I know what I am doing to you," he whispered as his eyes never left hers.

His fingers raised slowly tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I guess it is only fair to tell you what you do to me, since you are not a vampire," he raised an eyebrow taking another step causing Elena to move backwards a step. They continued backing up until Elena's back was against the fridge. "Ask me what I want," he ordered. Elena obeyed.

"What do you want?" Her voice hitched.

"I want to rip your clothes off right here in the middle of this old cabin kitchen and kiss every square inch of your body and fuck you so hard against this fridge, you won't be able to walk tomorrow. I want the others on this god forsaken miserable trip to listen to us go at it... wishing they were us. I want you to come back for more until you are literally begging because yes, just like you claim, I am wanted for my body and skills in bed. Then I will look at you and say "I have no time in my life for a relationship. Especially with someone like you," and you will know what you truly lost," he backed up a step.

Elena's breath hitched once more.

"Not just a good fuck. Not just someone as sexy as me. But you lost a man who would treat you right until the day you die. You lost a man who would have had more feelings for you than my brother ever did. You lost a man who would have protected you as he is doing right now until the end of time. I may be an asshole, but I have feelings too, Elena. Do not treat me as if I have no emotions like my brother. We are complete opposites, and I'm not only way better in bed than him, but I would never cheat on you. Sure, I screw around all the time, but not when I'm in a relationship. I am devoted to that woman and that woman only,." he scolded before looking down and walking backwards until he was out of the room leaving Elena stunned and wanting.

•••••

Elena sighed once everyone was asleep. Bonnie was thrashing around and stealing Elena's blankets, but Elena couldn't turn off her brain anyhow.

She hadn't been able to fall asleep since Damon's speech. Rolling over, she got out of bed walking down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Nice pajamas... What are you doing?" A voice asked as she hit the bottom of the stairs. Elena jumped. Honestly, she should have wrapped herself in a blanket before she came down because what Elena was wearing was extremely risque. She wore a black tight camisole that hugged her figure, not bra, and extremely short burgundy shorts. In all honesty, she wore this all the time to bed, but she still should have wrapped herself up due to the boys in the house.

"Jesus, Damon you scared me!" She yelled. "I'm getting a glass of fucking water," she claimed irritated.

"You shouldn't be wandering around at night.." he muttered following her into the kitchen.

"Well, I couldn't sleep," she sighed.

"How come?" He asked.

Elena opened her mouth to say it was because of him, but she closed her mouth.

"I don't know," she sighed. Turning to him and looking up, Elena put an apologetic face on. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier today. I shouldn't have judged you like that. I don't even know you very well. I should be thanking you.." she claimed that caused his eyebrows to raise in surprise.

"What for my dear Elena?" He asked with a small smirk on his face.

"For saving my life. You put on a selfish persona, but you're actually a really selfless guy.." she smiled up at him.

"I'm not selfless. I saved you because I hate Klaus and my brother... and my brothers girlfriend," he scoffed.

"Well, thank you just the same, and one of these days you'll admit you did something for someone other than yourself," she smiled leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Damon quickly swiveled his head to crash his lips on hers. Elena gasped in surprise, but leaned more into him tangling her fingers in his smooth raven hair. His tongue snuck past her lips to duel with hers. Damon's hands were on her hips pulling them closer to press against his.

Elena moaned at the friction as Damon reached further down grabbing her ass and squeezing with one hand and tangling his other hand in her hair. Walking her backwards, he pressed her against the fridge.

"Damon," Elena moaned. Elena moaning his name did things to him.

"Fuck, Elena," he moaned pulling one leg around his hips.

"We need to stop.." Elena claimed as Damon was kissing her neck. "They'll hear us.." she said a little awkwardly as Damon backed away, but not too far.

"Okay," he agreed being an actual gentleman. Leaning in, he pressed his lips softly against hers before pulling away.

"So," Elena began.

"So.." he smirked.

"Where did you learn how to cook? Be honest," She chuckled nervously. He sighed letting go of her waist and fetching a cup to get her a glass of water.

"When my father was away on business trips, Mother would teach Stefan and I how to cook," he shrugged.

"Well your mother knows what she was doing," Elena chuckled just as the front door burst open.

"Ric?" Damon asked. Elena gasped. Ric was covered in blood.

"They're here," he claimed quite shakily.

*Hey y'all I know it's been a while and I'm sorry for that! I'm trying to get this under control! I hope you liked the chapter! Please review and let me know whose blood you think is Alaric covered with? Jenna's, Caroline's, Liz's, Stefan's or his own? Thank you for being patient!

PS: PLEASE CHECK OUT MY NEW STORY! If you like glee and wemma you will love the story! I need reviews as well to know if it is good or not so please let me know! I would greatly appreciate it! Delena chapters and stories will definitely still be uploaded, but please check out my new story! Thank you! -Syd*

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