Wow I suck. I am so, so sorry. I've been so wrapped up in writing The Story Left Untold that I neglected this story. I won't do that anymore promise! Major Delena in this chapter and I hope you're satisfied. R & R

You don't have to do this, Elena thought to herself as the driveway to the Salvatore Mansion grew closer and closer. You can turn back right now, go home and pretend like you never had that dream. The only way he'll find out is if you tell him. Bonnie sure as hell won't tell him and you could convince Caroline not to. I highly doubt the doctor will say anything. If you turn back now, he won't find out. Things will stay the way they are.

The words continuously floated around in her head but something stopped her from turning around and going home. Perhaps it was curiosity. Maybe she wanted to hear Damon say it really happened. Maybe she needed to hear Damon say it really happened because…well, people say that dreams are like a movie of what your subconscious wants and if that was true… the thought frightened Elena. Damon had been amazing the last couple of months. He was kind and protective and there. He hadn't run away the moment he found out. He didn't disappear into thin air like Stefan had. And now that Elena thought about it, Damon had absolutely no reason to stay in Mystic Falls. Damon had no friends here, besides Elena. Damon had no family here. He didn't care about half the people he stayed to protect. It would have made sense for him to leave, what with Elijah and Klaus. But he didn't. He stayed.

Why was that? Had he given his word to Stefan before he left or was it something else?

Elena knew that Damon cared about her. She had known from the beginning. At first she thought it was because of Katherine. After all, he had loved her for 145 years and Elena looked exactly like her. And after he found out that Katherine hadn't been in the tomb and hadn't tried to contact him, she thought it was still because she looked like Katherine. Its nearly impossible to just stop caring about someone, even if they did do something that showed you they didn't care about you. Take Stefan for example, he left, but Elena couldn't say that she hated him or wanted him to get hurt. And she hadn't been in love with Stefan nearly as long as Damon had been in love with Katherine.

As the entrance to the driveway grew nearer, so did her heartbeats. Her heart was beating so fast, surely Damon would be able to hear it from inside. She didn't stop though. She continued down the driveway until the mansion was in sight. She pushed forward, taking deep breaths as she went on.

There's still time to turn back, a voice in her head said.

There was still time but she couldn't do that. She needed to know if it was real or not. She needed to know if Damon really did love her. She needed to know.

She parked the car and walked up to the door, her heartbeat racing. Her heart was in her throat.

Calm down, Elena.

She knocked and only had to wait a few seconds for him to open the door.

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it as soon as he saw her face. His eyebrows instantly furrowed and he opened the door wider for her to come in, wanting her to get out of the cold.

Damon's POV

He knew something was wrong as soon as he saw her face. It was full of anxiety and worry. He signaled for her to come inside. She didn't need to be out in the cold.

"What's wrong?" he asked, surveying her to see if a hair was out of place. Everything was perfect. She looked completely fine other than the look on her face.

"Nothing," she said unconvincingly, "is wrong."

"Then why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?" he asked, suspiciously.

She blushed and said, "Can we go into the parlor? I want to talk."

Uh oh, Damon thought.

She started for the parlor and he started close beyond, intently watching her walk. He couldn't think of anything that would need to be talked about. Of course, she had looked ruffled in the car yesterday after the appointment. Damon had a growing suspicion that she talked to the doctor about something while he was looking for her cell phone. Suspicion was also growing about whether she had lied about that or not. She had acted strangely on the ride to Dr. Robin's and from, from more so than to.

What the hell was going on?

She sat down on the couch and grabbed a pillow, hugging it tight to her chest.

He sat down beside her, a foot or so in between them and he heard her heart begin to beat faster and faster with each second.

"Elena, what's going on?"

She pursued her lips.

"You're starting to worry me," he said. Understatement of the year. "Did something happen?"

She bit her lip before sheepishly saying, "Sort of."

"You're being cryptic."

"Sorry," she said, taking a deep breath. "Its just that… something happened on Friday night and I talked about it to the doctor on Saturday."

"What happened?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Blood flooded her cheeks and she looked down at her hands. Damon was more than confused now. She was acting nervous around him. She hadn't acted that way in a very, very long time. Not since he had first come to Mystic Falls and more or lesson threatened her and everyone she loved.

"I had a dream," she said.

He was confused. What would a dream have to do with anything and why did it get her so stressed?

"Can I ask you something about the day I got kidnapped by Trevor and Rose?" she asked, suddenly.

He had a really bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. A really bad feeling.

"Of course," he said, carefully.

"After you and Stefan rescued me," she said, eyebrows furrowed, "H- how did I get my necklace back?"

Damon had to control the sudden need to panic.

"I don't understand…" he said, allowing his voice to trail off.

"I think you do," she said, quietly. "You came to my room that night didn't you? To return my necklace?"

He stayed quiet, trying to figure out he was going to work his way out of this one.

"But you didn't just bring my necklace back," she said. "Dr. Robin said because the baby is half vampire, memories are coming back just like they would if I had turned."

Damn it. He certainly hadn't seen that one coming. Not in the least.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked.

He nodded. "Every word."

"Why'd you make me forget?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

She shook her head. "The Damon Salvatore I knew wouldn't have just given up. He would have fought."

"You love Stefan," Damon said, the words burning. "Who was I to ruin your happiness?"

She shrugged slightly. "Maybe you wouldn't have ruined it."

"Come on, Elena," Damon said, bitterly. "I know you aren't Katherine. I didn't want you to be. You love Stefan and I wasn't going to allow 1864 to happen all over again."

"Damon," Elena said, slowly. There was some emotion in her eyes that he didn't understand. "Stefan's gone and its not 1864."

He opened his mouth to say something but instantly stopped as Elena leaned into him, stopping just an inch from his face to gaze into his eyes.

Passion. That was the word he had been looking for.

She closed that inch between them, pressing her lips to his.

Elena's POV

She hadn't planned on kissing Damon. But as he was talking, she couldn't help but notice the way his lips curved and how full they were. They were just so… kissable. She suddenly wanted to know what it would be like for their lips to be pressed together. She wanted to know what he tasted like. She wasn't going to lie, it hadn't been the first time she had wondered this. She had always stopped herself though because of Stefan. Watching him talk, she realized Stefan wasn't there. Nothing was stopping her from kissing him.

Kissing him was much different from kissing Stefan. Kissing Stefan was a lot like kissing Matt. They were both soft, sweet, caring, human- though Stefan wasn't. Damon was different. His lips weren't as soft as feathers and he didn't hesitate. After the moment of shock on his part, he had kissed her right back. Kissing him wasn't like kissing a human. He tasted differently and his lips moved against her's differently. She didn't understand why. Stefan wasn't human. Maybe it was all in her mind and she just felt differently kissing Damon.

She would overanalyze that later. Now, all she wanted to do was kissing him.

After a few minutes she heard Damon say something about blood.

She did need blood. She hadn't had any in a couple of days. But she didn't want to stop kissing him.

"Later," she said, breathing the words into his mouth.

He shook his head. "Now," he said and before she could stop him he bit his tongue. She could instantly smell copper.

He leaned down and kissed her again, enveloping her in the taste of him and his blood.