Damon flipped over as soon as he felt who ever it was in his room touch him. He was about to attack the unwelcome quest in his bed until he saw her face change into the face of none other than his long lost best friend. He choked a little, shocked. "Hells?"

Bella cracked a lopsided grin. "Happy birthday." She whispered. She really didn't know what to say. On the outside she seemed happy that he hadn't freaked out yet, but on the inside she was afraid that he would become mad and demand her to leave.

Damon let out the breath he was holding in. He couldn't think, or speak. All he did was wrap his arms her and squeeze.

Well this is going better than I though. Bella brought her arms up and around her best friend's neck and dug her face into his shoulder. It wasn't until then that she noticed just how much she had missed him.

Nothing was spoken between the two of them; they held onto each other for as long as they could. It only took Damon a moment to notice that Bella did not have any other clothes on other than one of his shirts that he knew she had just stolen. Though he did not care that she had taken something of his, it made him feel a certain way; she was practically naked. If it weren't for him not wanting to break the semi-comfortable silence, he would have teased her on her lack of clothing.

The rain fell in a beautiful rhythm and acted as a soothing lullaby for Bella. It had been such a long time since she had slept. It had been almost a week since her last nap, and she was running dangerously low on energy. Bella wanted to stay awake, but she was losing the battle with her eye lids, and she had no reason to stay awake. She was with Damon.

He could tell that he was losing her to sleep. He wondered how long it had been since she last slept. He knew it took a lot for his kind to be tired; they could last a hefty amount of time without rest or nourishment. He could tell that it wasn't just sleep that was the problem. He could see it in her eyes, she hadn't fed in a while. Why hadn't she taken care of herself?

Bella could practically see him thinking hard, and she didn't want him too. She shook her head at him, a small smile had made its home on her lips.

Damon brought her closer to him, pressing her tightly to his side as he lay on his back. Go to sleep, everything is going to be okay. He hoped that she could hear him, but he doubted it; she looked so... out of it.

Bella placed her head on his warm chest, and as soon as her ear was placed above his heart, she was out like a light.

Damon smirked.

Unwelcome light streamed through the open windows, annoying the hell out of Damon. Jesus, he thought, why do I never remember to close the windows at night?

He groaned and attempted to stretch, but the body beside him protested at the movement before snuggling back into the covers. The first thing that came to mind was Who the fuck before realizing that it was Hells, that last night hadn't been some weird dream.

Damon sighed, running his hand across her face, removing the hair that had fallen there during the night. Maybe now things won't be so bad. He knew that Bella was going to keep him on his toes. She always had, and he liked it. She was a little fireball. Caring when she had to be, but all out mean when she had nothing better to do.

Just like you, said a voice in the back of his mind. Damon could remember all that happened last night, and how defenseless she had looked. He chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait to see the hell she would raise when she fed properly.

That reminded him that he was hungry. Not just for eggs either. He wanted blood. He had something yesterday evening, so he had an idea of how Hells would feel when she woke up.

Sighing again, he flipped back the covers around him, and stood from the bed. Looking at Bella, he could see his shirt that she was wearing had ridden up, a few inches higher on her back than where the sheets ended. Her hair was wild, spread out all over the pillows.

Rolling his eyes, Damon, as silently as he could, padded his way around the room and closed all the curtains before leaving. Closing the door behind him, he strained his ears to see if St. Stefan and the do-good-er were up. He could tell that they, in fact, were up and in the kitchen having a heated conversation.

Not caring for taking his time to go down the stairs, he rushed down quickly and made an appearance behind Elena.

"Isn't it too early to be arguing about this?" Damon asked. He knew exactly what Elena and Stefan were talking about. Elena had made it pretty clear that she was planning on sacrificing herself so Klaus wouldn't harm anyone else.

"We shouldn't have to argue about it at all!" Stefan growled. Clearly someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"What do you expect me to do? I can't sit here and watch as he hurts everyone I love!" Elena snapped back. It wasn't really snapping, because Elena didn't have a mean bone in her body. More like complaining.

"See little brother, I told you that she loved me too." Damon chuckled and smirked, heading towards the cellar door. He knew that Stefan was on edge, he was too, but oh how he loved to irk his little brother. They didn't want Elena to do what she was doing, but she had said it was her choice, not theirs.

"Shut up Damon."

Damon stopped for a moment. Had Elena, the Elena just tell him to shut up? "Oh, look who grew a backbone." He snickered and quickly dodged the wooded spoon that thrown at him. It flew passed his head and clattered noisily to the floor.

From the scent on the spoon as it flew by, he could tell that it wasn't Elena that had thrown it at him. It was Stefan. That made him roll his eyes.

After retrieving the blood, Damon went straight back up stairs without another word. He knew that Bella was still sleeping, and knew what risks there were to waking her up, but it had to be done.

Entering his semi-dark room, he placed the blood on the side table and tapped the naked foot that peeked out from underneath the silk covers. It twitched and pulled away from him. He chuckled to himself; he knew she was going to be difficult.

"Hells, come on. Up."

She groaned and responded with a curt no.

Damon rolled his eyes. Bella was never a morning person. "Yes. Lets go. You can bull shit everyone else, but you're not fooling me. When was the last time you ate?" His voice seemed to get more serious with each word.

Bella didn't even move, but mumbled out a yesterday. Truth be told, Bella couldn't remember the last time she ate, food or blood, and now that she thought about it, she was hungry. Damon always takes care of me. What would I do without him? She thought.

Damon was never a patient human, never mind a patient vampire. He could only take so much without doing something himself. He knew Bella would be pissed at him for doing what he was about to do, but he didn't really care. He was used to her hitting him.

Before Bella could realize what was going on, Damon ripped away the covers and she was attacked with chilled air. She had to pull down the shirt that she was wearing to cover her bare bottom, and not flash a smirking Damon.

"What the fuck Damon?"

Damon chuckled a bit before offering her a glass.

She looked curiously at the glass, and then back at him. "You're kidding me, right?"

An- yeah, it's late and really short ( Just a filler chapter), I've just been really sick and have mid-terms this week, and a lot of work. I hate High School. :P Actually I just hate the work.

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