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Get ready for a major flashback to the crazy night in Los Angeles (including their wedding). WARNING: Small lemon (or smut) involved! You can skip the lemon/smut part if you wish! *wink*

The soft padding of her ballet flats against the marble of the staircase as unfamiliar faces breezed by, lightly colliding shoulders.

"Sorry." One man would say as the next would mumble, "Excuse me." Elena lightly rolled her eyes, seeing a bald, gray-bearded man eyed up her dress and figure.

He locked eyes with her, "Room 146." His left eye closed to give a clumsy wink. Elena only politely smiled before turning back around to gag. Her feet ventured on down the staircase, wondering the entire time how Damon made it down without being halted by several women who must have traveled the staircase throughout the day. Then the idea of the wedding ring still on his finger would stop the women from taking action made her smirk.

Ha, Damon must feel so lonely.

As the words slipped through the soft folds of her mind, she came upon the lobby of the hotel. Her jaw fell open as she soaked up the beauty of the room. There was a bubble-like chandelier that hung from the ceiling, spotlighting the cream-colored chairs below that were shaped like kidney beans. Her eyes traveled to the left where more Maple wood couches sat, their cream-colored, angel soft cushions enticing, while the chestnut brown pillows that reminded her of the ones from her room were neatly arranged, two to each cushion. The heaven-white magazine table, shaped in the form of a squiggly worm, was placed directly in front of the couches, magazines sprawled across the surface.

The palm trees and various other plants greeted Elena with nature-y feelings that sent warmth throughout her body, as if she were in the wilderness.

She could just imagine herself in a wide ball gown, fit for a queen, twirling around the large room, her fingertips caressing each surface of the tables, her stilettos grinding into the marble flooring. It was too much for her to notice the figure leaning against one of the marble columns, his arms crossed, and a devious smirk evident on his face.

It was a voice that finally drew her out of the pristine daydream, "Miss?"

Her eyes fluttered open as shamrock green met luscious brown, "Yes?"

The man smiled, "Just making sure you were alright. Your eyes were shut so I didn't know if-"

Elena raised her hand, cutting him off, "I'm fine, but thank you for caring." A warm smile passed over her face before he nodded, his leathery dress shoes making a prominent squeak as he walked back to the gathering of colleagues.

Elena felt lost in Wonderland as she helplessly glanced around, trying to find the man of the hour. Her head spun at the many passing faces.

It was then that something struck her. A memory, a very distinct memory.

Flashback to the Previous Night

The blushing red Camaro's tires lightly squeaked as the car came to a halt. Damon glanced over to the sleeping figure on the seat; her head slumped against the window. At the first sight of her sleeping form, he immediately regretted slipping a sleeping antidote into her drink.

How else would you get her away from St-?

He stopped himself from even thinking of his brother, who Damon, just barely a week ago, had found in a bed with the little, dark-haired witch. His heart ached for Elena the days after the incident. When she knocked on the door, he never answered it, for fear that she would come in and he would let the confession begin.

Damon wasn't just doing this for himself, but for Elena's sake as well. She had just found out the hard way that what his brother was doing behind her back, and it crushed her- emotionally, physically, and mentally. She seemed like a shell of who she used to be, and Damon wouldn't have it. The feelings that he felt towards her were eating at his flesh for him to take her away, far, far away. So, after convincing her to open the window to her room, he asked her if she wanted some of his bourbon that he had snuck out of the house. Thankfully, she accepted his offer and had begun to drink madly. Unbeknownst to her, Damon had slipped a sleeping antidote into the bourbon.

It took nearly ten minutes for the effects to be fully active, as she was asleep when Damon placed her in the car. The pair at this point were both heavily intoxicated, beyond recognition. Damon's car swerved as he drove, sending surrounding drivers into a panic. Being Los Angeles, there were no police cars around to stop the drunken drive.

[A/N: Lived in Los Angeles, so I know firsthand that the police officers can sometimes be nowhere.]

The glimmering signs up above were catching Damon's eyes as soon as he parked the Camaro in the middle of a busy street. Angry drivers shook their fists, spitting absurd words at him as they drove around the Camaro. One car tagged his bumper, but, honestly, Damon wasn't paying any attention to his car. His attention was focused directly on Elena, her pale face shimmering from the above lights that poured in through the window in which she was slumped against.

With a sigh, he reached over and lightly shook her, sending his own head into a jumbled mess for his head was spinning. Her eyes cracked open, but being in the state that she was in, she didn't care if she didn't recognize her surroundings.

Her eyes darted over to Damon who was preparing to be smacked. Instead, she began hysterically laughing, "Let's have some fun." She mumbled before she gripped the handle to the door and whipped it open. Before she could step a foot out, a car whizzed by, taking the door with it. Elena lightly gasped and glanced over to Damon. His face was twisted, as if he wanted to scream, but could only do one thing- laugh. His lips curled up as he let out a shaking laugh. Elena followed along, laughing as well.

Once they somewhat collected themselves, Damon slid out his door, clumsily missing cars that were breezing by. Elena followed his actions, stepping out into the middle of the busy road and began to tip-toe towards the bright lights.

Damon looked over his shoulder when he reached the pavement on the opposite side, "Why are you tip-toeing?" He asked, his words slurred.

Elena gave a crooked smile, "I want to surprise everyone." Damon reached his hand out for her to grab, in which she did, then pulled her up to the raised sidewalk.

Her eyes grew wide as the pair seemingly rushed down the sidewalk. She came to a sudden halt in front of a large store, sending a frown directly to Damon's lips.

"Why'd you stopped?" He slurred out, grammar poor. She pointed in awe at the short, ivory, one-strap dress that was placed on the manikin in the display window.

Damon clicked his tongue, "You want it?"

She gasped as her snapped to face his, "Really?"

Damon smiled and nodded, "Anything for you, kitten." Elena practically squealed as she jumped for joy, running into the just-closing store.

The sales clerk snickered as the pair rushed into the store, "We're closing." She crossed her arms.

"We're just buying one thing." Damon crossed his arms in a mock way to imitate the clerk, who was now clearly annoyed by the two.

She sighed, "Fine, what do you want?"

Elena rushed over to the window display, grabbed the manikin by it's plastic arm, dragging it back, "This dress." She caressed the soft fabric of the ivory dress. The clerk clicked her tongue. She was far too used to the drunks that would drift into her store. She whipped the manikin from Elena's hands and began to take the dress off.

The clerk's eyes glanced down to the price tag, "That will be $699." She smiled wickedly, knowing well that they would not pay that sort of money for a dress.

Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out his credit card. The clerk took the card, astonished.

"There you are," She handed Damon his credit card and Elena her dress.

(-)

The wide open doors greeted the pair as they strutted out of the casino, stumbling along the way. Mischievous, child-like smiles were plastered to their faces as the buckets of money were gripped tightly in their hands.

"We have enough money to buy a whole casino!" Elena exclaimed, her eyes glimmering in the bright lights from the casino sign.

Damon smiled, "That's an idea." He winked at her, sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly, she stopped, halting Damon along in the process, "I know w-what we can do with our m-money." She slurred out, eyes wide.

Damon tilted his head, "What?"

The smile grew wider as she exclaimed, "Let's get married!" Damon's smile grew as well as he guided them back to the Camaro, now missing a passenger's door. The pair slipped into their seats. Elena's fingers caressed the volume button as she began to blast 'Time of Your Life' by Green Day.

The small chapel could barely fit a maximum of thirty people. The white, Maple pews were neatly arranged in four lines, silky cloth draped across the side of each pew. Flower petals lined the aisle. The white, marble altar was cascaded with black roses- Damon's request, of course.

The foolish smile on the groom simply could not be compared to that of the priest's as he watched the doors to the chapel swing open. The soft organ music began to fill the chapel.

Elena began to slowly make her way down the aisle, a white-bearded man, whom she had never met before, was walking beside her. She was wearing the dress Damon had just purchased, while Damon was wearing a suit that he had bought from the chapel. As she came upon the first pew, she smiled down to the guy Damon and she had befriended at the casino. Obviously, the man was very intoxicated as well, for he was half-asleep.

The priest smiled warmly as Elena stepped up next to Damon, her hand intertwining with his.

He glanced from Damon to Elena, ""Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of," He looked towards Damon, not sure of his name.

Damon smiled, "Damon."

The priest continued, "And," He stopped once more and glanced to Elena.

She sighed, "Elena."

"In marriage. In the years they have been together, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife."

(-)

The door to the hotel room was flung open to reveal Damon holding Elena in his arms, bridal style. She was hysterically laughing as Damon flung her onto the bed, eyes filled with lust and hunger.

"Elena," He purred, "I need you now."
Elena gulped, "I'm all yours." She held up her hand with the wedding ring placed neatly on her ring finger. This was all that it took for Damon to pounce on her, using his vampire speed to unzip her dress. Her whole body was now bare for him. He inhaled slowly, breathing in her scent; his eyes ate up all of her features hungrily.

Before even a second ticked by, he was rapidly removing his pants as well as boxers in one swift motion. Elena's eyes grew wide at the sight of him.

Whoa.

He growled in anticipation as he lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders; a whimper escaped her lips, for she couldn't take the waiting any longer.

Luscious brown met shocking blue as he locked eyes with her. She dug her nails into his skin, sending Damon into full-throttle. In one swift motion, he thrust himself inside her and began to rock her world.

(-)

His fingertips were drawing small circles on the small of her back, eyes filled with trust and (his form of) love.

"We're married," She drawled out, eyes fluttered shut from the intensity that had just occurred.

Damon smile warmly, "And we did bad things."

Her eyes fluttered open, "I'm pretty sure a lot of those moves would be considered illegal in most countries." He smiled deviously at the mention of his moves. Their legs were laced together, white against olive, as he tugged the sheets half-way up.

She began to protest, but was silenced by Damon's finger being pressed to her lips. His finger was quickly replaced by his lips; the kiss lasted for an eternity to the both of them as the fireworks continued on.

End of Flashback

Elena gasped as the bits and pieces of last night came into play, "No." She whispered lightly.

Her feet ventured on towards the front desk where a beach-blonde male employee was typing feverishly on the computer placed before him.

"Excuse me, but does this hotel have a bar?" She asked, trying to hide her face from the man.

The employee looked up, a frown carved into his face, "Way back there." He pointed to the far back of the hotel where, low and behold, stood a large bar. Elena sighed in relief, thanked the employee, and was on her way to the bar.

As she gratefully took a seat at the bar, her muscles began to relax. With her eyes still shut, she asked the impatient bartender for a dirty martini, in which she received minutes later. Taking a large sip, she relaxed even further.

"Kind of guessed that I would find you here." A voice came from next to her, startling her beyond comprehension.

She snapped her eyes open, "I needed a drink after finding out about this." She pointed to the ring that was lightly tapping against the martini glass.

Damon's eyebrows rose, "I booked us two tickets back to Mystic Falls." He frowned at the words as he glanced at the beauty of the hotel, wanting so badly to stay here.

Elena placed the glass on the counter, "Whoever said that I wanted to go home?"

Damon chuckled, "Elena, come on. You have family that need you. We both have business to tend to when we return home. This," He pointed to his own wedding ring, "is among one of those that need to be spoken to someone who has experience with this type of stuff."

Elena tilted her head, "Who?"

A smile was playing on his lips, "A little teacher who loves his alcohol." Elena chuckled before leaving some cash on the counter and walking back to the room.

Damon rushed after her, "Where are you going?" He asked as they approached the elevators. Elena sighed and leaned against the wall, "To the room."

Damon shook his head, "We have to leave now. I already checked us out. There's nothing to pack, so we can leave. Now." He lightly pressed, lips forming a straight line to show that he was serious. Elena frowned before letting him guide her out of the hotel.

Damon walked up to a bellboy, "I'm pretty sure we left our Camaro in the hotel's care."

The bellboy glanced up from his paperwork, "Last name?"

Damon immediately replied, "Salvatore."

The bellboy nodded before searching through his records, "Ah, yes the beaten Camaro. I'll have it to you in a jiffy." He walked away to go find the car while Damon and Elena stood by the entrance.

Suddenly, it hit Damon, "Did he just say beaten Camaro?" He glanced behind him to Elena. She wasn't in the least bit paying attention to anything occurring in front of her, for she was too busy looking over her shoulder at the hotel lobby.

So pretty.

She was lost in the Wonderland once more. Damon sighed as he snapped his fingers in front of her face, drawing her away from the hotel and looking directly to his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the familiar roar of his Camaro's engine. He snapped his head forward; a sharp inhale is what finally caught Elena's attention.

She stepped to the right and did as Damon did; she took in a sharp breath. The passenger's door was missing and there was a large dent on the back bumper. Damon gripped her hand tighter as he tugged her towards the car.

He hopped into the driver's seat, but Elena stayed still, standing by the passenger's door. He sighed as he looked over to an empty seat, "Come on, Elena. Get in."

She crossed her arms stubbornly, "I will not sit in a seat with no door."

Damon growled, "Then get in the back." He pointed to the seat directly behind him. Elena loved this idea. As long as she was far away from him, she was happy.

She crept into the backseat and sat in the middle, twiddling her thumbs as the car roared to life.

Ugh. Why didn't I bring my phone?

Throughout the entire trip to the airport, her eyes were locked with the passing houses and wilderness.

On The Airplane

Once they were finally situated in their seats in first class, Damon tugged out a magazine from the pocket on the seat directly in front.

Anything to pass the time.

Truthfully, he hated magazines. They were too personal and told nothing but lies. Sighing, he skimmed through the pages.

"Will everyone please fasten their seatbelts? This is going to be a long and bumpy ride." The stewardess announced over the loud speaker.
Elena shot her head up, only catching the last sentence that the stewardess had said.

This is going to be a long and bumpy ride.

Elena frowned, whispering, "How true."

An Hour Later

She was silently listing reasons why Damon and she shouldn't be together. So far, Elena was on number seventy-six. Proudly, she whispered, "He's a womanizer." Damon shot his head towards her, a scowl present on his face. Elena only ignored him and continued listing reasons; this peaked Damon's curiosity, so he placed the magazine back into the pocket and began to listen silently.

Once she reached reason number one hundred and two, he tapped her shoulder. She glanced over to him, eyebrows raised.

He stuck his finger up, as if he were the most intelligent man on the face of the Earth, "What are we going to do about our little marriage?"

Elena sighed, "Only one solution. Get an annulment." Damon frowned at the words, now regretting he even mentioned the subject. She saw his face, smiled, and continued her list.

A/N: Phew, that took nearly 10 pages on my computer. This chapter is dedicated to everyone that reviews/follows this story.

Next Chapter:

The pair returns to Mystic Falls where they receive some pretty harsh glares. Rumors spread throughout town. They go to see the 'little teacher who loves his alcohol'

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