No smut in this chapter, just feelings.

I hope I did a good job.

And just letting you know.

Elena doesn't know that she might be pregnant, so please don't tell her.

*Smiles* On with the story...

Elena awoke the next morning with a smile on her face. She rose in the bed and yawned, stretching her muscles as they cracked and blood flowed through them as she looked around her room. She felt around for Damon, but found nothing there.

Her heart fell at the coldness of the side of the bed, but she did feel the note and…key?

She picked up the note and the key, deciding to read the note first.

She didn't want any confusion.

Elena,

I'm sorry that I left. I had to go. Flight leaving and all. I'll miss you. When I get back I want to take you out to dinner. Everything involving around that. I want to get to know you better. I left the key to my house. I'll just tell Stefan to not worry about it anymore. I'll try and call you long distance and message you somehow. I'll be gone for a month. I'll count the days till I see you again.

Love, Damon.

Elena felt her heart flutter and pump out of her chest. That was the sweetest thing that she ever read.

She placed the note on her dresser, hoping to save it later and held the key tight to her chest.

He was going to give it to one of his best friends and instead he changed his mind and gave it to her.

She didn't mean to sound childish, but

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Take that Stefan."

She shouted out in a laugh as she laid back down in her bed with the key still in her hands. She wasn't going to lose this. No matter if he had a spare key or not, she wasn't going to lose this.

Then a simple thought came into her head.

Last time she was at his house, he didn't let her inside his room but now that he wasn't going to be there, she could go in if she wanted.

Elena shook her head.

That wouldn't be right. He trusted her and trust her he shall.

She giggled and rolled over in the bed, holding the key tight in her hands, never letting go.

She was never going to let go.

;..;

~Monday~

Elena was in class. She was sad. She hadn't heard from Damon since Saturday night. He called her, long distance, and they talked for three hours.

She was in class, teaching and she didn't want to be teaching. She'd rather be at Damon's house. She cleaned over anything that she could get her hands on and even stopped Stefan, the one that was supposed to be watching his house, and talked to him. He was quiet and didn't tell her much, just said that his dad was a little of a jerk.

Damon's dad thought that Stefan was gay because he never saw him with any girls.

Elena realized that Stefan was one of the quiet types. Most quiet types got women.

Damon's dad was wrong.

But she was in class, teaching and she didn't want too.

Nope. Nope.

She'd only enjoy it if Damon was there, sending her remarks and waggling his eyebrows and sending her text messages at lunch and all his other classes.

She missed him.

She decided that later on that night. She would call him.

Fuck the bill for her long distance.

She needed to hear his voice.

~Tuesday~

Elena was depressed.

She called him last night and he didn't answer. The house phone kept ringing until some rude man answered the phone, coughing and hacking.

His words still wrong in his head.

"The whore ain't here. Don't call. Fuck Damon, tell your hoes not to call here."

His words hurt. Whoever that was, his words hurt and his voice was cold.

Elena gripped the key around her neck tight, she placed the key on a long ass chain she found in her closet and tied it around her neck.

Elena thought of him every time she gripped the key.

She became calm.

She taught the class, taught the class as best as she could.

She still wasn't sure what to do.

She missed him so much.

Missed his voice and couldn't take the way they were far apart.

Elena quickly assigned the class their work and sat at her desk.

Her brain was hurting and she felt sick to her stomach.

She had to go pee so excused herself.

She came back and turned the radio on, listening to the music.

The class asked if she would get up and dance again.

She said no, didn't feel like it.

They 'awww' and asked if they could dance and take a break.

She said of course.

She didn't care no more.

Not with him gone.

~Wednesday~

Elena was happy. Damon called her last night. He told her that he was so busy that he couldn't get to the phone and his dad did. He said he was sorry for whatever he said and that his dad was an ass.

Elena assured him that she wasn't that hurt by his words. She told him not to worry and asked what was wrong with him.

He told her that he was having some type of sickness that he rather not talk about.

Damon guessed it was an STD.

Elena thought of it as the 'clap'.

Damon laughed and laughed.

Elena laughed and laughed.

Their conversation lasted for four hours, that time. He asked her was she okay and did she feel anything like she was sick.

Elena told him that she was getting head aches and her stomach hurt but that was because she hadn't ate since they last time they talked.

He laughed and she swore she could hear a smirk in his voice. He told her that he was there for her and told her to eat. She laughed and told him it was late. He said it was late for him too.

They ended the call with kisses.

Both of them saying, Good night.

Elena was in class and she smiled her way through the classes, walked around the classes asking for anything they needed help on. All the guys raised their hands.

She went over to them and didn't care if they were trying to look down her shirt.

Her thoughts were on Damon.

Always on Damon.

Was this love?

She didn't know.

Wasn't sure.

Just hoped in the end, that he wasn't another Ben.

They hadn't even talked about the mid-afternoon they shared.

He didn't bring it up and neither did she.

She didn't want to be the fool.

Nope. Nope.

~Thursday~

She didn't hear from him last night. She was at the end of pulling her hair. It was like every other day he would call.

She sure she was sick.

She had a disease called, 'INeedDamon'.

They symptoms were; head aches, heart felt tugged, stomach hurt, hair pulling, wet eyes, and gripping his key.

She hadn't even been in his room yet. Every time she slept over at his house, she never went to his room. She slept on his couch and texted her sister and cousin.

Her cousin was borrowing her house as Elena was watching her friends house.

She dare didn't tell her sister or cousin that she was watching one of her student's house. She would never hear the rest of it.

She didn't want to talk to them, but it helped past the time.

She missed him and couldn't call him, fear of his father answering the phone.

When she got to his house, she would go in his room and sleep in his bed.

She missed him more than she missed anyone.

~Friday~

Elena told the class it was for a break.

She didn't feel like teaching.

They hollered in happiness and brought put our their ipods.

They had to put them away when Alaric came in the room, looking innocent as ever.

He excused her out of the class and asked her to go on the diner date.

She agreed; not even realizing what she was doing.

Her heart hurt.

Her face was still red from sleeping in Damon's bed. She cried all night.

Her phone ranged and ranged.

She never answered because it wasn't him.

It was never him.

She agreed to the date for tomorrow.

Didn't care no more.

She missed the dark haired devil.

She decided right then as she stepped back in her class that she was going to call him.

No matter if his dad answered or not.

She didn't care no more.

~Saturday~

It was two and she was coming back from the 'date'.

Whatever you wanted to call it.

She didn't go home.

Didn't want her cousin to see her face.

Her car was out of the shop and she drove to his house, walked in the house and cried, throwing her purse and keys on the ground, walking around the house.

She needed something to drink.

She found a cabinet that was locked but she picked it with her hair pins. It unlocked and she found some Jack Daniels.

She closed the cabinet and locked it back, walking into Damon's room and drinking herself to sleep.

She found a picture of him and Stefan, together. They were smiling. A older woman was in the picture, kissing Stefan on the cheek.

Elena went to sleep at three in the afternoon, next to the picture.

She didn't care.

Not anymore.

~Sunday~

She woke up with a head ache and threw up in the bathroom, washing her mouth and taking a shower.

She laid down all day and graded all the work she could.

She started crying as she got to Damon's work.

He had turned in his story without her even knowing.

She read the first paragraph out loud.

"I loved her. I was in love with her. She was my light to my darkness. Her breath was the water to my fire. She was the sea that was calm and the waves when angry. She was mine. All mine. I couldn't let her go. Didn't want to let her go. I could never let her go. She didn't know I existed. She probably didn't care that I existed. But she was already mine. Always mine. I had my maker, my creator, but my light was always mine."

Elena read the rest till it was three am in the morning.

She read it at least three times.

He had just given her the first two chapters.

She placed them on the side and graded everything else.

She sat up in the bed and started crying again.

She realized that this was only the first week and had three more to go.

The paragraph, I wrote. I felt it based on how Spike would feel about Buffy even though he was with Drusilla.

The next chapter will be all Damon's point of view. And you'll get to meet his 'infected' father, hahahaha