Damon's Point of View:
I couldn't remember a time where I felt this happy. The girl of my dreams was lying in my arms, completely content with the circumstances. For the first time, it wasn't about seducing her to satiate my hunger. It wasn't about sleeping with her because I was heartbroken. It wasn't about using her to dull the pain. It was about being with her because that's what my non-existent, metaphoric, beating heart wanted. It was about doing everything in my power to make her happy, because to see her smile was enough to live off of for 100 years. She was like a drug to me. Being in her very presence was intoxicating. I looked down to see the slight rise and fall of her back as she breathed in and out, and I continued stroking her hair. I turned my head slightly to see that her eyes had closed shut and she was now resting. I looked at my watch to see the jet was going to land soon, so I moved Elena quickly to the side – careful not to jostle her as I tip-toed to the cockpit.
"Yo, Jimmy…" I muttered as I looked ahead to see nothing but sky in full view. "The destination is still a surprise, so don't say anything about where we're heading…"
"Not a problem. Where is your guest?" Jim asked politely.
"She's lying down…It's been a long day…" I replied.
"Understood sir. Since you're up here, I may as well tell you that we will be arriving at your destination in promptly 15 minutes where you will then be taking the helicopter to the flat."
"Thanks Jim, you're a good man." I said as I turned to walk away.
"Good enough for a raise?" he joked. I turned around and rolled my eyes.
"You're not that good," I said and then smiled to myself as I unintentionally repeated Elena's words.
"Fair enough," he said. I nodded in agreement as I walked back to the bar and took a quick swig of scotch. I could feel the plane starting to slow down and noticed we were starting to land. I went to the back of the bedroom and lay beside Elena, cradling her in my arms so she wasn't jostled. I looked down to see her stirring slightly in my arms. I smiled at a small sound that escaped her mouth as she wasn't thrilled to be woken up. A few seconds later, her slightly droopy but equally beautiful doe eyes met my blue ones, and all I could do was kiss her on the forehead.
"Where are we?" she croaked, straightening herself in my arms.
"We're almost to part two of our destination…" I said proudly. She rubbed her eyes and let out a little yawn and then snuggled closer into my chest. I let out a small chuckle as I put my finger underneath her chin, forcing her gaze. "Elena, don't get too comfortable…because according to our surroundings, we have to board another transportation method and then you'll see where we're headed."
"Isn't the pilot supposed to announce where we're going anyway? I mean, that's his job…" Elena muttered as she slid off the bed.
"It's his job if he doesn't work for Damon Salvatore…otherwise; it's my way or the highway." I said proudly.
"Your way, Damon…" she said, putting her hands above her head in mock surrender.
"That's more like it…" I said as I bent over and kissed her jaw. I could hear her heart beat pick up slightly at my touch as the jet landed. Elena looked outside the window and I could see a disappointed frown on her face as where we landed was not a give away to our location.
"Okay, off we go!" I said, taking her hand.
"But…our bags?" she asked.
"I thought it'd be cool if we were nomads…nothing but the clothes off our backs…" I said sarcastically. She smacked my arm playfully and I heard her mutter jerk under her breath. Oh well, I've been called worse. Jim took his stance at the bottom of the small flight of steps and winked at me as I took Elena's hand and helped her down. Her eyes widened at the sound and sight of the approaching helicopter. Her naturally straight hair was now being blown away in the wind, her intoxicating smell wafting towards me. I inhaled deeply once before snapping out of it to grab her hand and take her quickly to the door of the helicopter.
Once inside the helicopter, we immediately put on headphones to protect us from the sound and we took off just as quickly as we landed. She looked over the window and gaped at the sight of the unknown city below us. It was only about 5 minutes before the helicopter landed. Elena looked at me in confusion as I just nodded in approval and shook the helicopter pilot's hand as Jim escorted us off the helicopter and down a flight of stairs. Jim went down another flight of stairs and as Elena went after him, I held her back until he came back a few minutes later, empty handed.
"Mr. Salvatore, always a pleasure…" he said politely, extending his hand.
"Thanks Jim…and about that raise, I think something can be worked out…" I replied. He looked at me in shock before a huge smile spread across his face. He looked at Elena and winked at her,
"My instincts are telling me you are the cause of Mr. Salvatore's newfound happiness and generosity. Thank you little lady," he said as he took Elena's hand and planted a soft kiss on her knuckle. Elena smiled tenderly as the man took off up the stairs we descended from and we listened as the helicopter took off. I smiled at Elena and gestured her to follow me.
We descended a flight of stairs before stopping in front of an elevator. I watched as Elena stepped in hesitantly, still taking in her surroundings even if the current atmosphere was only an elevator. The short ride up a level was quiet and slightly awkward, but I felt my heart was about to beat out of my chest in anticipation. My non-existent pulse quickened at the sound of the ding, indicating we have arrived at our floor. We stepped onto the flat and I reached into my back pocket to take out my key. Elena looked at me with a confused gaze as I turned the key and heard the door unlock.
"Ladies first," I said with a smile as I gestured for her to enter through the open door. She smiled at me and I could immediately hear her heartbeat pick up as she took in her new surroundings – a private penthouse.
Elena's Point of View:
"Oh…my…god…" was all I could muster up. This was the kind of penthouse you see about in the O.C and read about in Life and Style magazines. The walls were painted a light grey and the floors were light-pine. A large leather couch was in the center of the room facing a very large flat-screen TV with a built in fireplace underneath. A fluffy white rug lay underneath the glass coffee table that was in front of the couch. If you stepped in a little further, you could see behind a stained glass wall was a very modern kitchen. The cabinets were white and the floor tiles were like a 50's diner. The barstools and all the kitchen accessories were red. I turned around to see large French double doors behind the couch and I was almost hesitant to see what lay beyond them. I looked to damson who gave me nothing but a smirk as I gently turned the handles.
The double doors led to the bedroom. Right in the center of the room the largest bed I'd ever seen in my life. It was a four-poster black bed with a white canopy draping over top of it. The bed was made with more pillows that took up half the bed and the sheets were folded back slightly that revealed red satin sheets. The duvet was white and I looked to the corner where a large mirror stood. I stepped in slightly and was unintentionally surprised by yet another set of double doors. I quietly approached them, almost afraid to wake up from this dream. I turned the handles on those doors that lead me to a very large, upscale bathroom.
Right in the middle of the bathroom was a large pool, like Jacuzzi tub. Off in the corner was a stained glass shower. There were huge double sinks and a very large mirror. I turned around to see Damon sitting on the bed, waiting for my reaction.
"Wow…" was the only words that I could think of. "This is…amazing…is it…yours?" I asked in astonishment. He rolled his eyes in annoyed amusement.
"Yup" he said simply. I turned and walked towards the bed – and then I noticed it.
The entire back wall of the entire penthouse was glass – and you could see out of them. I looked through the window, and all I could see were lights. Street lights, billboard lights, building lights, car lights…it felt like I was staring into magic. I felt Damon's arms around my waist and he kissed the top of my head.
"Welcome to New York…" he whispered.
This chapter was really cute to write there wasn't a lot of Delena moments, but not to worry – there's more coming up! I've got lots of plan for Damon and Elena in New York. Thanks so much for all of the positive comments. This is probably the best story I've written. Please continue reviewing if you want me to continue writing. Hope all is well with all of you! Xoxo