A/N: Again, thank you ALL for your wonderful reviews and comments! I still haven't truly figured out how to say thanks 'in person', but I'm going to sit down after New Years to figure it out!

I'm so happy that you seem to think I've done Damon's character justice. I've worked really hard to make him sound like the Damon we see on TV. But I've also tried to add how I wanted Damon to react to Elena, instead of him chasing her around like he does in the show.

There might be some of you getting a bit upset at what happens in this chapter, but I felt that it was an important part of this story. So my apologies if it's not to everyone's liking :) I'll be sure to make it up to you.

A bit of smutty violence in this; not too bad, but if anyone doesn't want to read such stuff, please read no further :) Thanks!

OK. Will stop my blabbering...

HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you! See you in the next ;D

Vic xxx

Damon couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. He could still smell her everywhere; on his face, his lips, his hands, his body. Even his shirt and trousers bore a slight fragrance of Elena's innermost heat.

He stalked off to the shower room, a very modern and elegant space if compared to the rest of the boarding house. The open-shower room was tiled in a patterned grey tone. There were green plants in the corners and dimmed spotlights scattered on the walls and ceiling.

Switching the shower on, letting hot water slowly massage away the tension in his body, it made his mind grow clearer and clearer.

What had he done? That was not the way it was supposed to have gone. Never before had he not had full control when he'd entered another person's mind. Never.

It was as if her mind had been in control of his, not the other way around.

He could still smell her even though he was soaking wet, so he reached for the soap, trying his hardest to wash away any evidence of her, of what had happened. Of what he had done to her. His body shuddered at the thought and he could taste bile at the back of his throat.

He scrubbed himself raw to rid himself of Elena's smell. But there was no way of getting rid of his memory of her. The way she had sounded as orgasm hit her. The way she had looked into his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her. The way she had said his name; the way she had said she loved him.

He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't hear the door opening behind him, until he felt a cool set of hands sliding around his waist.

'Where were you tonight? I was waiting for you, but you never showed.'

Damon turned around to meet a very naked Rose.

'I went hunting', he answered, ignoring her inquisitive hands, while he leaned his head back to rinse his hair.

Thick lather slithered down his torso, his body glistening in the dimness of the overhead spotlights. Rose caught a few bits of lather and rubbed them gently down his belly. When she reached his manhood, he caught her hands in a tight grip.

'Don't. I'm not in the mood.'

They both knew that Rose could have easily made him let go, but she kept her hands still.

'Hunting, did you say?, she asked huskily. 'I thought you stayed away from humans these days?'

'I didn't say I actually fed', he snapped and suddenly let go of her hands.

Rose looked him up and down very appreciatively and put her hands on his chest, not seeming too concerned about his obvious animosity.

'You seem on edge, Damon. You know you can talk to me.'

She looked into his eyes.

'Is it Elena?'

Just the sound of her name made him involuntarily semi-hard. He couldn't help his thoughts wander to Elena's pert breasts and her slightly opened mouth breathing his name. Rose caught up on this and gave him a slight smile.

'I see,' she purred, inching closer to him. 'Can't seem to forget about a certain luscious brunette, who's got your heart in a death grip.'

Rubbing herself against him while kissing his chest, tonguing his nipples did nothing for his hard-on. He closed his eyes, but quickly opened them again, when pictures of a naked and eager Elena flashed through his mind. All of a sudden his erection came to life fully.

He hissed out a warning as Rose grabbed hold of his hardness and started stroking it up and down.

'I could make you feel better', Rose whispered against his chest.

Anger rose inside of him and he grabbed her upper arms and threw her against the wall next to them. She laughed out loud as he feverishly started kissing her neck and shoulders. It triggered his fury even more, so he turned her around, facing the dark grey tiles.

Damon speedily caught both of her hands with one of his own while he spread her legs with his right foot. She complied, letting him take his frustration and anger out on her. He bit down on her neck as he thrust inside of her violently; over and over again. Rose let out a long whimper.

'Is this what you want?' he growled against her shoulder. His pace quickened and by the awkward position Rose was in Damon was actually hurting her, but he didn't care and she tried to not make any more sounds as to not antagonize him even further.

With each thrust he let out a silent moan, close to that of a hurt animal. Rose felt his tears; falling onto her back, burning into her skin. And there was nothing she could do but try to let his pain pass through her.

As quickly as he had started, he let her go, slamming his fist into the wall next to her head.

'I'm sorry, Rose.' His voice barely a whisper.

He leaned over her, his forehead resting against the back of her head. He grabbed her by her waist and pressed her against him.

'I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I…' He didn't continue. His breathing was shallow and she felt for him. She turned to face him and leaned against his chest , stroking his tears away.

'I know, Damon. It's OK. Let's just go to bed.'

She took his hand and led him towards the bedroom where they lay down together, just holding each other. Damon closed his eyes and tried not to think about Elena and the way she had held him earlier, in her dream, in his fantasy.

'If you ever want to talk about what ever has happened tonight, you know I'm here,' Rose whispered in his ear.

He gave her a short nod and kissed her forehead.

He knew.

He knew that Rose would never betray him. She would never leave him. She had loved and lost, just like him. They were alike.

He wished he could feel something more for her than he did. He wished that he wouldn't ever hurt her. He wished that he wouldn't ever leave her.

But he knew he would someday.

Elena had woken up with a start – butt naked. And she couldn't for her life understand how …

She must have taken her clothes off in her sleep. It was highly embarrassing, not to know what had happened.

She had felt the wetness of the orgasm still in between her thighs and her increased heartbeat had told a story that was all too familiar by now.

She had dreamed of Damon again. But this time it had been different. He had been different. And there had been no actual sex, but he had…

She couldn't think about it.

It was still in the middle of the night, but she still had to have a shower to get rid of the smell of arousal.

That's when she noticed. She smelled of him. She could smell a hint of his aftershave on her skin. And she understood… he must have been in her room.

The weirdest thing happened as she realized this. She should have felt angry and betrayed, but she didn't. Instead she felt tiny little butterflies right at the pit of her stomach, the telltale sign of excitement.

Damon had been in her room; he had probably touched her and kissed her. If this had been more than a dream, he had actually given her one of the best orgasms in her life. Actually; he had given her the only orgasm not made by her own hand.

Her cheeks flushed bright red at the thought.

It couldn't have been real. She shook her head.

My mind's playing tricks on me, she thought and smiled at her own stupidity. There is no way he's been in here, and besides, my necklace is still on.

There was a pang of disappointment inside of her at the thought, and that was really disconcerting. Would she really have wanted Damon to take advantage of her like that? In her sleep? Without her consenting?

Her own words came back to her: this is me, taking advantage of you.

She carefully took the necklace off and laid it down on the side of the sink. Then she stepped into the shower to wash away the heated passion she had dreamed of; but also the last evidence that Damon had been there at all.