Disclaimer: I don't own this series. If I did, Damon would be doing more deliciously sinful acts in the book.

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I am bored.

Very, very bored. There isn't anything to do at Elena's house, since Stefan was there (Unless you count watching the couple make goo-goo eyes at each other fun) so I locked myself in the bathroom and counted the tiles on the floor. Then started the song that never ends in my head.

Sighing, I tried not to think about my recent departure from...his house. I didn't dare think his name because it hurt to even think about. I catch myself thinking about him more and more as the week goes by and I am surprised that I have even made a week without him. Amazed that it has even been a week. It has gone by so quick to me.

I thought I would be OK about me leaving. That I would feel even better than I did when I was around him. But I feel numb without him.

I remember the way his touch made me warm. How his embrace made me feel alive. When he kissed me, I felt like I could do tackle anything in the world and succeed, I could fly if I wanted to. Only if he was here. Maybe I would be able to feel anything other than numbness and the sharpness of the pain on the edges. When I did feel something all I felt was the misery of it all.

I see flashes of his face. Impassive, uncaring.

I hold back the sob that was building in my throat. My emotions were coming back in a flood. Flashes of him and me together. Some of the happy times, real loving times.

I can hear him whisper, he loves me, but then he says he loves Katherine and my heart clenches.

I laugh at the irony. How could he love someone, who wasn't even there for him, while I was? Although, I could say the same thing about myself. How do I love someone who didn't love me back? Boy, did I have a sick sense of love.

I hear a knock at the door and Elena tells me I have a visitor. Her tone is guarded and I wrinkle my brow. Who would want to visit me in the bathroom? I know, I probably shouldn't be holding up the bathroom but, I really could care less at the moment.

I pause by the door, but I open it anyway. Guess who it is.

Damon.

By the time my brain registers his presence, he was a blur. Even though I had vampire senses, I didn't see him come in and shut the door behind him.

I did however, hear the slam of the door and the click of the lock, I could hear Elena outside of the door huff and walk down the stairs muttering something about "those two stubborn fools"

Then silence.

I was stunned. I could hear him breathing heavily and he had a smirk on his face but I could see the underlining anger and some unidentified emotion in eyes. I didn't ponder on it, I'd rather not even think about him, but with him being here and all, I don't think I have a choice.

"You have one thing right, for once." His breaths out, commenting on my thoughts. He straightens himself up then, and glares at me, his eyes connecting with mine.

My mind literally goes blank with that look. It was intense, and it reminds me of when I first met him.

"Now onto the real reason that I'm here. Who the hell said you could leave." He says quickly, not really looking like himself. He doesn't look relaxed as he usually is; like he has all the answers. I find myself liking this side of Damon. Maybe it was his vulnerable side. If he even had one.

But I flare up at his words. Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn't own me.

"You do not own me, Damon." Hate was dripping from my tone and I look at through narrowed eyes. I try to force him out with my mind, but all I get from that is an amused smirk.

"I'm not going anywhere, darling. Well, not until we discuss you're leaving without permission-"

I cut him off " What, now I need your permission to leave."

"Yes" He tries to feint offense, but his eyes revealed he wasn't. Glaring, I march up to him.

When I was only a couple inches away, I regretted the decision. I could feel the wave of comfort I got when I was close to him. I was close to just giving in and apologizing to him and then beg him to let me come back.

Almost. I had something to do though. I needed to explain to him that I am not his little toy he could mess with.

"Ahh, but that's where your wrong, you are mine. Like I said before, you are mine and no one else's."As he spoke he inched toward me and I backed up in response.

I regretted my decision to even say anything at that moment. I tried to make myself look brave even though I was the one backing away from him. I couldn't think of anything to say, I was too panicked to think of a snappy come back.

I could feel my hands shaking, and I was confused as to why I was scared.

"I am not scared of you" I tried, going for the stubborn and fearless act. I was good at that. Damon laughed then sending chills down my spine.

"Stubborn? Yes. Fearless? Not really."

He grinned at me and kept walking. I made a move to back away. Until, there was no room to go back anymore. I flattened myself against the wall. He had me...well...cornered for lack of a better word.

Damon grinned lazily down at me and I'm sure if I had a heart beat it would have skyrocketed. He then commenced to lean down towards me.

I froze. I was sure that he was going to kiss me. I started shaking like a leaf, and I leaned my head down. I tried to show interest in my shoes then. His lips brushed my ear and I felt an electrical shock go through my body. I tried not to show it but I'm sure he saw. His little snicker told me he did. He brought his face back from mine.

"I'm glad I still have an effect at you, even after all that time"

He was being sarcastic this time, I was sure of it. His proximity was wracking my nerves now, sending chill through my bones.

"A week?"

I give giving him a questioning look.

"You think you have an effect on me?"

He ignored my question and went on. Putting each hand on either side of me, he was now leaning over me, a good 7 inches taller. I shrank back and he looked smug.

"I don't have an effect on you?"

His face was doubtful and I gave him a look of indignation.

"NO" I said a little too loudly. He then flattened himself against me. I could feel every curve of his muscular body. All my nerves were standing on end now. I arched my body, and was pleased to discover that we still fit together like a puzzle piece. Every curve of mine had plunged right into his muscles. It fit perfectly. Which sucked.

I could feel him kissing my neck, sending little shocks up and down my body.

I could feel him bite down, hard on my neck but all I felt was a prick of pain. I was in pure bliss now. I could feel the walls of his mind loosening up and then all his thoughts were showered on me.

I didn't think or respond to any of them, just watched them pass by in amusement. I was in paradise because this was all I ever wanted even if I was being used. At the moment I didn't care. I just wanted to live in this second this minute, this hour. I don't remember when it started to get blurry but I do remember feeling really exhausted and knowing I was in someone's arms.

Before I passed out, I felt a cold peck on my head and then the rush of wind. This is when I faded into the black.