"Oh, my God…" Elena gushed in awe as they pulled up the cobblestone driveway and up to the stunning mansion. They had arrived in Paris early that morning after a rather dreary plane ride over. To Elena's surprise, Damon hated flying. He was fidgety the entire time, tapping his fingers restlessly on the arm rest and tapping his foot along with it. Whenever someone mentioned something to him about it, he would shoot them a death glare that sent shivers down their spine. Finally Elena had taken his hand and asked him what was wrong; apparently, ever since airplanes were invented, he was terrified of them. He only used them when he absolutely had to; the idea of something that large staying suspended in midair still made no sense to him, and he was always terrified that the plane would crash, and he would end up stranded on an island somewhere with no blood. Or worse; stranded on some island somewhere with only bunnies and Bambi's mom to eat. The Stefan diet? No thank you.

Elena had been unable to believe it. The great Damon Salvatore, who feared nothing… was afraid of being in a plane crash. Of course, she felt sympathetic for him; for years, she had had the exact same feelings; minus the blood, obviously. Needless to say, Damon had all but kissed the solid ground when they were finally off the plane. After crashing in a hotel for a few hours, they rented a car and set out to find Klaus and Caroline's, correction, their villa, located somewhere in the country side outside of Paris. Now that they found it, both were a bit stunned. Damon had stayed in numerous fancy villas and owned numerous manors, but this; this was madness. It was exactly as they had described it and more. Somehow in her explaining of the place, Caroline had left out the massive rose garden, the private lake behind the house, and the balconies in nearly every room. It was gorgeous; and it was theirs. Elena simply couldn't believe it. She got out of the sleek black BMW and eyed the house in shock.

"You're sure this is the place?" Elena asked as Damon got out after her. He shrugged, "Only one way to find out."

He walked up to the front door and pulled the key he had received out of his pocket, slipping it into the lock on the white French doors with frosted windows. The click when it turned seemed too good to be true, and Damon opened the door. "Holy shit," Damon muttered as he walked into the house. Elena followed him, lapsing into speechlessness. The floors were tiled with white and cherry red waxed flooring tiles, and there was a positively huge white spiral staircase leading up to the second floor, with black wrought iron railings that wound in the shape of roses. Black roses; a flower Damon secretly coveted.

Elena rushed through the entrance hall to the massive kitchen, her eyes wide. In the center was a blue marble island with every cooking utensil ever invented, and there was a fully stocked refrigerator, complete with numerous blood bags. Damon grinned as he looked around. "Dinner's gonna taste good coming from in here," he grinned at her and Elena's stomach all but growled at just the idea of what Damon would make her. A thought suddenly struck Elena; there was one thing Caroline had endlessly raved about; the pool. The pale pink marble pool with its adjoining hot tub and waterfall. She had to see it. Now.

She walked out of the kitchen, Damon following in pursuit. She walked up to a set of French doors, this time with stain glass windows, and opened them, her eyes widening as she shook her head, walking forward in a daze. It was exactly how Caroline had described it. It was gorgeous. Not to mention, with its pool lights, it would be extremely romantic at night one a few candles had been lit…

Elena blushed at the ideas forming in her mind, and Damon grinned. "Now this; this is the standards I'm used to. Not crappy boarding houses in Mystic Falls without a freaking pool."

Elena grinned at him. "So, Mr. Salvatore; are we using separate rooms, or do you want to share?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're honestly asking me that question? I think it should be up to you, since my answer is obvious and probably differs from yours."

She walked up to him, grinning. "Yes, it is obvious," she agreed, and then fluttered her lashes and snaked her arms around his chest, "But who says it differs from mine?"

"Oh?" he asked, grinning.

She grinned back, her breath warm in his ear as she leaned close to whisper, "I say we share."

Damon chuckled, his hands on her hips. He kissed her temple and she grinned. "I'll get the bags, you pick the room," he purred in her ear. The next thing Elena knew, she was standing by herself, the only noise the trickling of the waterfall running into the pool behind her. Elena sighed and walked back into the house, shutting the doors behind her and heading up the stairs. She glanced in surprise at the two long hallways that greeted her on both sides; each had to have at least twenty rooms. Elena sighed, deciding to check them all in order to find the perfect one. Of course, nearly an hour later, she found it; the last room she checked. She had been wondering where Damon was, and grinned when she found him lounging on the bed with his hands behind his head. "I see you finally found it," he grinned, and Elena noticed he had begun to unpack. It was true; their minds thought so alike now that it was scary. The room was the simplest of them all, being the only room with plain white walls, a black, silk bedspread with fluffy white pillows, and red roses in crystal vases on every surface. It was a gorgeous room with an on suite bathroom, and Damon's perfect form lounging on the very inviting, plushy bed completed the picture of perfection in Elena's eyes. She grinned and walked over, flopping onto the bed and rolling on top of him. "It's perfect," she smiled and he grinned, running his fingers through her brown locks. He smiled and pulled her down for a long, sweet kiss. When he pulled away he was grinning. "A pool, an enormous kitchen, and the perfect bedroom… maybe Klaus doesn't have such terrible taste, after all."

Elena giggled and sat up, smiling at him. "Could we go into the city? I really want to see…"

"Everything?" Damon offered up, grinning and Elena sheepishly nodded, blushing. "Well," she put in, "it isn't my fault that you've been here… how many times, exactly?"

"Thirty-two, not counting this," he said, grinning. Elena smiled and shook her head, standing up and offering her hand to him. He accepted and followed her out the door and back down the stairs. He opened her car door for her, gesturing her inside, "Votre char attend, ma chérie."

Elena giggled. "You speak French?"

He nodded as she got in and he shut her door behind her. He couldn't help but bite his lip at how little Elena really knew about his past. About his family. Well, perhaps this was the perfect time to… educate her.

… . … . … . … . …

When they arrived in the city, Damon parked the car and insisted that they walk. That was the only way she would really experience Paris, he informed her. Of course, she obliged; how could she not? He was her ride home.

As they began to walk up the crowded, shop filled streets, Damon reached down and laced his fingers through hers. Elena raised an eyebrow at him when he did so, smiling. He shrugged, "It's the city of love, Elena; a young couple can't just walk beside each other."

Elena laughed. "The last time I checked you, Mr. Salvatore, were not young."

"What," he pretended to be offended, "you don't want me to hold your hand?"

"No," she gave his a reassuring squeeze, "I'm perfectly fine with it."

"Good; I wasn't going to let go, anyway."

Elena laughed; he was so predictable. But she loved him for it. Heck, she loved everything about him. She still couldn't get over the irony that, after all this time, she had ended up with Damon. After swearing to herself and everyone else that she would always love Stefan, she still ended up with Damon. It was ironic, but believable. Everyone but her had seen it coming. Except, maybe, Damon himself.

"So; where are you taking me first?" Elena asked, smiling.

Damon looked down at her. "Have you ever read The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo?"

Elena blushed a bit, biting her lip. "I never read the book… but I watched the Disney movie."

Damon laughed. "Why am I not surprised?"

She slapped his arm, grinning. "Shut up."

He chuckled. "Well, if you've read the book, or watched the Disney movie, you'll know that Notre Dame Cathedral is located in…"

"Paris," Elena nodded, suddenly remembering. She smiled at him. "You want to go?"

He shrugged. "I've only ever been alone; it would be nice to see it with someone to talk to about it."

Elena grinned as they continued to walk. "Well, Mr. Salvatore, you'll have to tell me about the way the story is supposed to go, since I'm sure Disney changed a few details."

Damon grinned. "Now, why would I do that when you can read the book yourself?"

Elena raised an eyebrow. "How am I supposed to do that?"

Damon shrugged. "I may or may not have a first edition copy that my mother gave me."

Elena's eyes widened. "You have a first edition copy of The Hunchback of Notre Dame?"

Damon nodded. "Published in 1831, in French. Technically the title is Notre-Dame de Paris."

Elena smiled, shaking her head in disbelief; when she first met him, she would have never expected Damon to be the type of guy who frequently read classic literature, let alone had original copies of books such as Gone with the Wind, and Wuthering Heights. But he never ceased to surprise her with his little quirks; it was one of the things she loved about him.

"Well," Damon asked, "do you want to go?"

Elena nodded, "Absolutely."

I'm really sorry that this is so short; I've been busy working on a few other stories and haven't had a lot of time to write, and I couldn't really figure out what to do next with this story; but now I have a few great ideas, and I promise the next few chapters will be longer! Delena in La Ville de L'amour? I think there are quite a few possibilities of what they could do. Speaking of which, I don't know a lot of Paris' big attractions, so if anyone has a suggestion, put it in a review or PM me! Thank you for reading, and remember to review!-Charlie'sLostVampire

Oh! Did anyone catch the little reference to the Vampire Diaries book series by L.J. Smith? If you've read them, you'll know that Damon actually did want to find a perfect, black rose; I thought it would be kind of fun to stick a little piece of the books in there. ;)