NINETEEN

I sat up the moment I heard the engine of Damon's car stop. My sudden alertness had woken Tyler up as well. We were both laying on the couch, curled up on opposite ends. I smiled before jumping off the couch and bursting through the front door to throw myself at Damon. If he hadn't been near the car, we would have stumbled into the ground. Instead, he bounced off the side of the car. I kissed him deeply, happy that he was back and in one piece. I stepped back and he smiled. "Hello to you too."

I reached back and slapped him across the face. Stefan's eyes widened in surprise, but he was laughing on the inside. "You were supposed to call me," I said sternly, placing a hand on my hip.

Damon looked up and rubbed his jaw. His expression was a mix of anger because Stefan had seen it and admiration that I had actually done it before. "We got a little sidetracked."

Stefan laughed lightly and I glared at him. "This isn't funny." I was going to say more, but the eye contact with Stefan allowed me to read his thoughts for a moment. I looked at Damon and took a few steps back from him. "Georgia? You went to Georgia?"

"Elena-" Damon started and moved towards me.

"You went to see Bree," I said flatly. He nodded and I folded my arms across my chest. "Why? This is the same Bree that helped Lexi's boyfriend kidnap me so he could kill you right?"

Stefan's eyes widened and I remembered I hadn't exactly told him what happened while Damon and I were on our little road trip. "What?" he asked, looking at his brother. "You didn't tell me that."

"She apologized."

I narrowed my eyes and looked between the two of them. "What exactly did you go to her for?"

"She is the leader of a very powerful coven and I asked if they would help us. That way Bonnie has some support and she won't burn out as fast."

"Why would she agreed to help after that little stunt she pulled? She obviously hated you for whatever it was that you did to her in the first place."

"She did it because witches hate vampires and to kill an Original would be one of the greatest achievements any coven would love to have on their records. We had to make a deal of course," Damon explained.

"And I did the asking," Stefan added with a smirk on his face.

"What kind of a deal?" I asked wearily, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer or not.

"They get the invention Pearl has that can hurt vampires," Damon said.

"Then it's a good thing Bonnie didn't get to alter the spell," I said and started walking back into the house. "How many witches are coming?"

"Seven, maybe eight," Stefan answered and nodded to Tyler who was still sitting on the couch.

"Did you tell them?" he asked.

"Tell us what?" Damon returned as he hung his jacket on the coat rack.

"We contacted Tyler's uncle up in Maine. He's in charge of a pack there and he agreed to come down and help us," I said and felt a great sense of pride when Damon smiled at me.

His eyes moved past me to the wall by the fireplace and his expression hardened. "What the hell happened?"

I grinned, as did Tyler. "Pearl helped me unlock another ability," I beamed and held out my hand. Damon's necklace floated from the coffee table to my hand and hovered in the air for a second before dropping softly into my palm.

"I knew you were trying to move the damn phone," Damon muttered, but he was smirking. "Anything else happen while I was gone?"

"Elena totally kicked Pearl's ass without lifting a finger," Tyler answered as he gestured to the wall. "She flew across the room and got embedded in the wall. It was incredible. You really should have been here to see it."

Stefan and Damon were gaping at me as if I were a whole different person. "So you really are stronger than I thought," Damon mused.

"That could definitely come in handy," Stefan agreed and moved to sit on the couch with Tyler.

Tyler got up and raked a hand through his hair. He was sweating and as he walked towards the door, his movements were off. "Tyler?" I asked.

I could already see his eyes turning a golden yellow and I knew what was wrong. "I'll be back," he assured us in a somewhat unintelligible voice before he booked it out the door.

"What are you doing?" Damon asked as I moved towards the front porch after a few moments.

"Folding his clothes so when he comes back they'll all be in one place," I answered as I picked up the articles of clothing that had been shed in a line leading to the woods. I laughed as I moved back to the door. "I guess that answers my question of if I needed to go running on all fours with him."

He laughed and when we got inside, Stefan was approaching us. "I need to feed and I'll keep an eye on him just in case."

"Thank you," I said and watched him leave. "Come on," I said to Damon and pulled him upstairs with me.

Once inside, Damon sidestepped my embrace with humor in his eyes. "You're not going to hit me again are you?"

"That depends. Why did you really keep your destination a secret from me?"

"I told you earlier. If it didn't work out, the only people that would know are Stefan and myself. I promise, that was my only reason." I arched my brow and he smirked. "And I knew you wouldn't let me go if you knew who I was asking for help."

I burst into laughter at that. "Since when has anyone ever been able to stop you from doing what you want?"

He narrowed his eyes as he went over what he had just said and in the blink of an eye, had me between himself and the door. "As long as you're the one holding the whip, I'm fine with it," he breathed before he kissed me.

My hands slid up his chest to undo the buttons on his shirt. I slowly pushed it off of his shoulders and let it fall to the ground behind him. I ran my hands over the sleek, hardened muscles and groaned as he dipped his head to kiss my neck. I moved to his belt and took my time in removing it. A shudder rippled through me as he sank his fangs into my neck. I arched my body against his as he took one, long mouthful and then removed his fangs. He reclaimed my lips and I could taste my own blood. It was different from the last time I'd tasted it from him in this way. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was different about it.

His hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, but before he could pull it over my head, I turned him so that he was against the door. He made a noise of surprise as he watched me kiss my way down his chest, keeping his gaze with mine as I did so. I sank to my knees and undid his fly before pulling the remainder of his clothes to the floor. His eyes had darkened a few shades as he watched me take him into his mouth. I closed my eyes as I used my lips, tongue, and fingers to please him. It wasn't long before I tasted the beginnings of his release and just before he came, I stood up and smiled at him.

His eyes were hooded as he pulled off my clothes as fast as he could without simply ripping them off. My wardrobe was getting thinner because of his impatience. I used my speed to get behind him and when he turned around, I pushed him down onto the bed. He moved so that he was laying in the middle of it and I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist with my thighs. I reached down and guided him into me. I licked my lips as I looked down at him, rotating my hips in time with his thrusts. He brought my wrist to his lips and bit down. My read tipped backwards from the feel of being fed upon and his one hand that was kneading one of my breasts.

He released my wrist and I could feel my head binding, but I was determined to hold back for as long as I could. He surged forward so that we were both sitting and I wrapped my legs around his back as he kissed me deeply, his tongue mimicking what was going on below. My nails dug into his shoulders as his raked up and down my back. I broke the kiss to tip my head back, moaning his name in the process. He thrust harder and harder, burying himself completely inside me and throwing me over the edge almost instantly. He stayed where he was and I could feel his release warming my insides as we came together.

When we were done, I fell backwards across his legs, my head hanging off the foot of the bed. He moved so he was laying on top of me. He nuzzled at my neck before moving down towards my breasts. He nipped at my skin and his tongue darted in and out as he made his way down to my stomach. I groaned as his fangs slid into the skin above my navel and I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, it was to see Damon hooking one of my legs over his shoulder before driving into me again. My hands twisted in the sheets as he used his free hand to stimulate my already fast coming release by caressing my clitoris again. My head ground against the edge of the bed as we came together once again. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me sweetly. We lay there for only a few moments before he was ready again; throwing both of us into oblivion countless times over the course of the night.