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The next few days were pretty easy for me. The whole house was being really nice to me, even Damon. They got me anything I wanted whenever I asked. They said they just wanted me to recover as fast as possible. It was nice of them, but it was starting to get annoying. Like every time I wanted to go around the house or just walk around, the staff would either try to help me out of bed, which I didn't need, or freak out and say I needed rest. I'd been resting for nearly a week; I think I'm ok. The only visitors I got were the staff, or Rachel and Julia; Damon came once. I think he felt a little guilty, but why? I still couldn't understand him.

I was lying in bed, like I'd been for the past week, when I heard the doorknob turn. I didn't think anything of it, it was probably just Rachel or Julia. As the door opened, I saw a man walk in. I was completely surprised to see it was Damon. He just stood there staring at me. His raven black hair was perfectly messy and it framed his face. I had to stop myself from thinking of him as handsome. Under any other circumstances, I would have, but I couldn't right now.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. Wait was Damon Salvatore just awkward? It was a good change from his usual cockiness.

"Uh hi," I mumbled breaking eye contact with those beautiful blue eyes.

"How are you feeling?" he asked me.

"Great, but no one believes me. They all think I need to rest more, I'm so tired of resting," my anger caused him to start laughing. I looked at him confused, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he said between laughter, "it's just, Elena you were hurt, don't blame us for being worried."

Wait did he just admit he was worried about me? Who is this and what has he done with Damon?

"I'm not a little kid, I can handle myself," I told him.

"Fine I believe you."

"You do?" I was surprised. I thought Damon would be the most protective, considering he thought he owned me.

"Yes I do, I think you've been locked up here for way too long. How about we do something fun?" he proposed.

"Us…as in you and me?" I made things completely awkward. Nice going Elena.

"That would be what us stands for," he mocked me.

"Shut up," I said.

"So is that a yes?" he asked me.

"It beats sitting here all day."

I saw a smile spread across his face as he walked over to me in the bed. He extended a hand out to me and I hesitantly took it.

"Are you ready my lady," he acted like the perfect gentleman. I couldn't help but laugh at him. I let him lead me outside of the room and around the house. I had no idea where we were going, but I figured Damon knew. After all, it was his house.

I didn't realize how large this house was until we had to walk the whole distance of it. Of course where Damon was taking me was all the way across the house.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked him.

"It's a surprise."

He finally stopped walking when we reached a large room. I saw it was filled with books and paintings.

"What is this?" I asked in awe. The whole room was so beautiful. The ceilings went up high allowing for more room for the various things in this room. There were paintings, books, and even a piano. It literally had everything dealing with the arts.

"Do you like it?" he asked hesitantly as if I would say no.

"Of course! It's amazing," I walked away from his side and started walking around.

I looked at all the books. There were so many here and they all looked like first editions.

"Much better than that other library you've been using isn't it?" he snuck up behind me making me jump.

"I didn't know you had such an incredible collection," I admitted. I never really saw Damon as someone to appreciate it.

"I am a man of many…talents," he said bringing back that cockiness I hadn't seen in a while.

"So you call collecting books a talent?"

"I have written some Elena," he admitted. I could tell by the way he said it, he didn't want many people knowing.

"You write?" I was shocked. He just didn't seem like the kind of person to have emotions.

"That's not the only thing I can do," he looked away from me.

"What else can the amazing Damon Salvatore do?" I asked jokingly.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes darted over to the piano. I couldn't believe it, could he actually play?

"You can play the piano?" I nearly shouted.

"Would you like to hear?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed as he walked over towards the piano. I didn't really know what to say, so I just stood there watching him from a distance.

Before he sat down he bowed at the side of the piano as if he was performing for a large audience. I couldn't help but giggle as he did it. He sat down at the piano and brought his fingers to the keys. I couldn't wait to hear what he could play. He started playing and the most beautiful sound filled the air. I listened as his fingers glided along the keys to create a perfect melody. I couldn't help but walk over to the piano as if the song was drawing me towards him.

He continued playing and I found myself almost near the piano at this point. I stood on the side watching his hands run across the keyboard. He didn't even glance up at me; he was too focused on the piano.

His whole body moved with the music and I found myself swaying a little bit to it. Eventually I couldn't fight it anymore and I sat down on the seat with him and watched him play. I'm pretty sure he didn't even notice me sitting there; he just kept playing as if it was only him and keys.

I sat there listening for what felt like hours, but it was really only a few minutes. Eventually the music stopped, but I found myself craving more. I didn't want it to end.

He brought his hands away from the keys and turned to face me on the seat. Since the seat was small, there wasn't much distance between the two of us.

"That was…" I wanted to tell him how amazing it was, how I just wanted more, but he stopped me from talking by placing his finger over my lips. I gave him a confused look, but he ignored it. He started to brush a piece of hair away from my face and he was stroking my cheek. I couldn't find the electricity I felt whenever he touched me and I started leaning into his touch. I reached my hand out to touch his face and he let me. I wanted to stroke it and just take in his beauty, but Damon had other ideas. He started to lean in to me and I thought he was going to kiss me straight on the lips, but instead he planted a sweet kiss on my cheek. Then he got up from the piano bench and started walking away leaving me wanting more.

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