A/N: I am so sorry for such a long wait, I never meant for that, but I rewrote this part of the chapter in response to some of my reviews. Please R&R, also note that this chapter is more mature than any I have wrote so far. I am eighteen and so I am alright to read/watch/write about this sort of thing, but if you are not please know your limits. Also, sorry it is short, my dad is super sick, and I cannot write while hearing him. Sorry all. :|

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Chapter Five Part Two: I dreamed a dream

Neither was sure where it had begun, but they both had felt the need from deep within. They had rushed from the stables to their room, once in there Damon had pushed Elena up against the wall, it was a hard push, and instead of crying out in pain Elena moaned softly in pleasure.

"I was so awkward on our first night...but I think I'm learning," Elena murmured, as she leaned into Damon, as she felt him kiss her neck, and ran her hands through his hair.

"Good lovers are made, not born...," Damon whispered, kissing Elena's neck, his fangs ready to come out at any given moment, but he held back as his hands ran down her shoulders.

What the two did not know was that they were not alone, the door to their room had been lightly cracked, and in peered a young boy of only thirteen years of age. He opened the door just enough so he could see with one eye.

Both his eyes grew wide when he saw Damon and Elena kissing passionately, Damon's hand on Elena's breast. Was he seeing things-or were they putting their tongues in each other's mouths? He was revulsed for a brief moment; however, he continued to watch, fascinated. His eyes grew even wider when Damon lifted Elena's long skirt up and put his hand up under it. Elena did not seem to mind; rather she moaned in pleasure and moved closer to Damon.

Damon backed up and sat down on the bed, and he kicked off his boots and took off his shirt, and belt. "Save some for me," Elena said teasingly as she sat down next to him, pushed him back so he was lying down, and started fumbling with his pants.

The young boy continued to watch, fascinated, as Elena systematically relieve Damon of all his clothing and stifled a gasp when he saw Damon's manhood pointing straight at the ceiling. "What in the world-" he muttered to himself under his breath when he saw Elena stroking it lovingly with her hands.

"Oh, El...that feels so great...," Damon moaned.

Elena paused, her eyes sparkled softly as she looked at Damon, she allowed for him to slowly remove her dress, she could feel herself fall onto him, her lips touch every inch of his face and down his neck. She could feel her dress begin to come off more, and more. Damon's hands were cool against her warm flesh, and all she could do was grin with pleasure as she threw her head back and looked at him with love in her dark eyes.

She got off him, and slowly stood, with what was left of her dress on she began to strip. "Your own private strip tease," she whispered, and watched as he smirked. Oh, how she loved that smirk, it always made her melt inside and out.

The boy could not find the words to describe what he thought of what he saw next. Elena, dressed now only in lacy panties, lay down on top of Damon, who placed his hands on her small rear end and sucked on each of her nipples.

"Yes, oh yes, Damon...," Elena moaned as he began sliding her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and straddled him. Lifting her hips, she slowly impaled herself on his throbbing erection. Damon closed his ice blue eyes, threw his head back, and let out a groan as his hands went to her hips.

Elena moved herself up and down on him, and as she did so, she ran her hands through her long golden hair and closed her eyes, Damon's hands moving up and down her sides, occasionally lifting up on her hips, so he was lifting her up and down on him. "You feel so good in there, El..."

"You feel good in there," she replied, placing her hands on his chest. "Oh-"

Wondering what was going on now, the youth watched as Damon and Elena threw their heads back, Damon pulling down on Elena's hips, both of them emitting loud cries of what was obviously pleasure.

For a while they remained that way, breathing heavily. Then Elena pulled himself up to a sitting position, still inside Elena, and put his arms around her. "You're so beautiful," he murmured as he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and kissed her lips tenderly.

"I don't believe what I'm seeing!" The boy said aloud.

Elena gasped and pulled the blanket around herself and her lover. Damon quickly but gently lifted her off him and got out from underneath the blanket and opened the curtain, saw the boy standing there.

"Just what do you think you're doing, you little fucking sneak?" Damon demanded, his fangs out and face changed. At the sight the boy jumped with fright and was ready to run, but before he could even get away Damon had grabbed him, bit into his neck and began to drain his life from him.

Elena could do nothing, she kept the blanket close as she watched Damon, fear and amazement filled in her eyes as she watched the boy's body fall limp against Damon, she watched as Damon threw him to the ground like a doll that had been unused. She could not find her voice, but it seemed that it did not matter as Damon walked over to her, she saw everything he was going to say in his eyes.

"We have to leave here."

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Dear Diary,

We are going to start a new life, in a new town. Damon says it is for the better that we did, and I understand because of what happened, and I do not blame Damon-that boy should not of been watching us after all! However, I wonder how long until we get there, we have been in the back of a hay cart for three days, and I smell like hay, though the smell does not turn Damon away. He cuddles close to me, kisses the side of my head, and when I fall asleep I feel his arms wrap around me. Yes, you can say that we have become close, and I am so happy! I do not know if he feels what I feel, but I know that deep inside he does feel something, he just does not want to say what it is he feels, and I am okay with that because I know I feel it too!

I had thought I knew what love was, but I was so young and foolish, I did not know, and I cannot say I do now, but what I do know is that this feeling is one that will not go away so easily. Damon and I share something special, more than blood and sex, no it is indeed much more, but I do not have the words in which to describe it. I cannot find them, for I feel this is so rare that there are no words for such a feeling as this! Of course, this is not all I plan to write of, though I could, but it would only make me want Damon more, and I do not want hay in my dress any more than it is.

I do miss Bonnie and my family so. It feels I have been gone from them for ages, I know that it has only been three months, but I cannot imagine what has happened since I left. I have not heard a word from Bonnie, I thought I would have by now, but I guess she too has gotten busy with life, such as I have, but I still wonder.. What become of Stefan Salvatore? I cannot help to think of him when I look at Damon, they do have features that I find to be similar, but I dare not bring up such things. Damon does not like to talk of the past, he says it is far too depressing of a thing to speak about, and I do not blame him, though I do still wonder...

I guess I should let it be, what has happened is done and gone, if Damon feels the need to open up to me he will do so. He has, but not much of his past, he does not seem to like it all that much, and I guess I understand, but at the same time I do not for my own past was not all that bad. I grew up normal.. well as normal as any princess could of. I had my best friend, who was my sister, at my hip whenever I needed her and now... Wait! Maybe on this journey with Damon we will run into Katherine! I do not want to get my hopes up though, because I know that if we do not find her it will only bring me sorrow, and I do not want sorrow over my sister. I have not seen her in ten years, I cannot risk my hopes being crushed again..

-Elena

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Elena closed her diary, she set it into the small bag that she carried with her, she slowly turned to ask Damon a question when she saw that the straw hat he had stolen was over his face, he was stretched out and his hands folded over his stomach lightly. She smiled to herself figuring he had fallen asleep, and so carefully she placed kiss to his cheek before looking around at the world that passed them by. The owner of the cart had been nice enough to allow them to ride until he got to the town he was going to, and so far it had been three days. Elena did not mind the country ride, it was calming.

The warm summer sun beat down on her, and she grinned more as she relaxed like Damon, she took one of his hands into her own, and closed her eyes as she looked up at the sun with a large grin on her face as she tried to picture the town that they would be going to next. Would it be small, large, a country town, or a large city that was full of people? All of these things ran through Elena's head, she knew that no matter what it looked like, and how many people she would not be alone in the town. She had Damon with her, the one who was going on this journey with her until the end.

"We are going to be in this journey together.." Elena whispered to herself softly, not knowing that Damon had heard her and under the hat he smiled softly for he knew what he had planned for the two of them, and in his mind their story was just beginning...