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As I promised last time, this chapter is much longer then the last one and you do learn more about Sara and Damon's complicated past relationship.

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Bound To You

Chapter 17:

Dear Diary,

It has been a week since we've seen Sara and I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. The day after she arrived she came back with nothing but kept insisting that she will keep looking. With each day that passes, it's just getting harder and harder to hold on to the sliver of hope I have left.

Things with Damon have become tense the last few days. I don't know if it's just us waiting for whoever messing with us to strike next or if it has something to do with a little blonde witch who popped into town unannounced. I know I shouldn't feel jealous or paranoid but I can't help it. There is something about her that puts me on edge. Maybe it's the fact that she's beautiful or that she and Damon have some secret past that I know nothing about. And to top off all of this paranoia I've had this bad feeling ever since Sara showed up in town.

Maybe it's a warning or maybe it's just the first signs of me losing my mind. Who can really blame me, after all the crap I've gone through? But that doesn't matter. Either way I know that it's just the beginning.

I close my journal and aimlessly drop it beside me as I lean against Damon's bathtub with a sigh. I rest my head on the rim of the tub and close my eyes.

I hate how I've been feeling the past few days, and it's all caused by the bad feeling that I've had since Sara showed up. Every time I think about her and Damon's past it feels like the dread is going to swallow me whole. Eat me from the inside out until there is nothing left. I hate it. I absolutely hate it. I know Damon can feel it through the bond. I can feel his confusion and something else. Guilt? Sorrow? I'm not entirely sure. But it is driving us both crazy.

The side effects of this stupid spell seem to be getting stronger. They're happening so often now that it's starting to become normal. So much so that it's actually starting to feel weird when we don't feel each other's emotions.

I hear the water in the shower turn off as Damon steps out of the shower. I don't even fight myself as I give him a slow look over, as he stands before me in all his naked glory. 'God that body.' By the time my eyes meet his blue ones, I notice the smirk on his lips and large amounts of lust and desire pooling in his eyes.

"See something you like?" he asks his smirk deepening as he sees my eyes quickly dart back to a very specific part of his body.

"Nah." I say mockingly, "I've seen better."

In a flash my back was bring slammed against one of the cold tiled walls with Damon's naked body holding me there. I can't hold back the grown that escapes my lips as Damon pushes his hips into mine.

"You and I both know that's a lie." he whispers as he licks a small trail up my neck, leaving fire in his wake. I moan silently begging him on.

He chuckles as he puts his hand under my shirt resulting in a shiver to on run down my spine, "Stop teasing." I practically beg as I pull him closer to me.

"No problem. But on one condition," he says pulling back and looking me in the eyes, "you need to tell me what's got you all confused the last few days." I open my mouth only for him to on place a finger on my lips, silently begging me not to lie to him. "Don't tell me it's nothing. Your relationship with my brother didn't work because you hid things from each other. But I don't want that for us." he says cupping the side of my face preventing my eyes from leaving his. "Please don't hide from me."

"I'm not, I promise." I say cupping his cheeks, "I love you, Damon. I wouldn't do that to you."

"You loved my brother," his voice becoming monotone immediately as he removes his hand from my face.

"Yes I did." I can slowly see Damon's walls starting to go up. "But I never loved him or anyone else as much as I love you." The warmth and love return to his eyes as I continue to speak, "I will always choose you, Damon. Always."

Damon nods his head before pulling me flesh against his naked body and burying his head into my hair. I run my fingers through his dark locks as I kiss the side of Damon's neck.

We stood there embracing each other for what felt like hours when in reality it was only a couple of minutes. I follow him into his bedroom after we reluctantly untangle ourselves from one another. I watch silently, as he gets dressed and sits down beside me on his bed, leaning against the headboard.

Tension starts to fill the air as the minutes tick by, neither of us wanting to be the one to break the silence but knowing I'm the only one who can. As soon as I find the guts to do it.

I let out a big sigh as I stare at the wall in front of me, afraid of seeing the Damon's reaction. "Umm...the thing is Damon..." taking another deep breath, I find the strength to look over at Damon and interlocking our hands, hoping the feel of his skin against mine will help me say what I have to ask, "What was your relationship with Sara exactly?" I watch him as he silently raises an eyebrow and rush on, "It's not that I care if you slept with her or anything but-"

"Elena?" he says cutting me off failing to hold back his smirk.

"It's not funny Damon." I say, trying and failing to keep my blushing at bay.

"I know it's not. But you're just so cute when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous." I say trying to convince myself as much as him.

"Yes, you are." he replies, "And my relationship with Sara… Well, the story is not a good one."

"How so?"

"You have to understand Elena, I wasn't myself back then. My humanity was off for 20 years already. I made sure people knew there was nothing human in me felt. I lived up to the monster Stefan has always seen me as."

"Your not a monster Damon." I say kissing the back of his hand.

"I am. But a tame monster." He says smirking at me, before kissing my forehead. "It took me a long time to accept what I am. I love being a vampire. The strength, the speed, the mind-blowing vamp sex," he smirks as I roll my eyes, "all of it. I hated Stefan for so many years for forcing me to turn but that was the best decision he ever made. If it weren't for his selfish implosive decision, I never would have met you."

I smile as I recline on the bed and rest head on Damon's chest as he starts to get sucked back in time.

"It would just be easier to start at the beginning. I met Sara in 1983…."

1983 Los Angeles

I've been in LA for a month now, making a name for myself. Not the music or movie star crap that everyone else wants. What every human wants. No the name I want is a lot worse. I want people to cower in fear when they think of me, to beg me in their final moments, not to kill them as I rip into their jugular. That's the All-American dream. Well, at least for a vampire.

Being a vampire has its privileges. Sleep all day, drink and fuck all night and not having to give a shit about feelings and morals and all that other crap. Life is good.

"Hey Tommy!" I yell across the bar and raise my empty glass in his direction. He gives me a nod as he hands someone a beer and makes his way back over to me.

He silently pours bourbon into my empty glass and gives me a look, "Don't go there, Tom." I say through my teeth as I drown my glass and hand it back to him for a refill.

"What?" he says, faking an innocent look, "I wasn't going to say anything."

"No, but you were thinking it." I roll my eyes.

I've known Tommy for a few years now. Met him around the time I left New York, not long after my unwanted visit from Lexi. He and I hit it off pretty quickly after he helped me get rid of a body, well, more accurately bodies. Oddly enough, stuff like that brings people together, and we have a lot in common. Both have idiotic siblings and a father who couldn't stand the sight of us. I actually surprised myself when I told him about she-who-shall-not-be-named. I haven't trusted someone since 1864 but Tommy's different, I trust him more than my own brother any day.

"Oh come on Damon. You must be dying to find out if it's true."

"No actually I could not care less. That's the beauty of the switch, Tommy." I say smirking at him before looking over the crowd of beating hearts and sweaty bodies.

"Don't try to pull that crap with me, Salvatore. I know you by now. Switch on or off you still want to find Katherine, I know you do. All you have to do is find a witch and see if the year is right."

I silently turn back and look at Tom. If he's right and he usually his, then I could have Katherine back in no more then 30 years. It may seem like a long time to a human but for a vampire, you blink and there you are.

"30 years?" I ask, the skepticism is obvious in my voice.

"If what I heard is right, yeah. Maybe even less." He says as I grab my glass. I take a sip of the amber liquid as I actually ponder what he was saying for the first time since he brought it up weeks ago, "The comet is coming, Damon."

"I'll think about it," I watch as he raises his eyebrow, doubting me. "I'll actually think about, if that will make you happy." I say rolling my eyes, "But right now," I turn and look at the crowd once again, "I'm going to find someone that's going to make parts of me very happy."

"Your disgusting." I hear him say as I found the perfect girl to play with.

"Don't judge Tommy. You have your ways of feeding, I have mine." I wink at him and slide off of the bar stool and walk over to the upset blonde hanging up her phone.

I slide into the booth across from her and watched as a confused, yet intrigued look crosses her face, as she looks me over. "Um, is there something I can I help you with?"

"Yes, actually there is." I say as I watch her face go blank as my compulsion washes over her. "This is what is going to happen and don't even try to run and ask for help. I'm going to drag you into the ally and fuck you against the wall and as you beg me not to stop, which you will, I will rip into the smooth skin of your throat, until I drink my fill of you. If you're lucky enough I may let you live long enough for you to call up your ex-boyfriend," I nod down at her phone, "and tell him how you are completely over him after having you world rocked by an eternal sex God. But that's only if you don't scream for help. Have I made myself clear?" I ask and smirk as I hear her heart beat faster with fear. I can practically taste it.

She nods silently, "What's your name?" I ask.

"Sara." She says almost monotone.

"Nice to meet you Sara. I'm Damon."

Present Day

"So she wasn't over reacting, you did try to eat her."

"Yup." I watch, as Damon's far away look starts to disappear. "And she didn't take long to show me that I wasn't going too, either."

"How did that turn into a friendship? You did try to kill her." I say matter-of-factly.

"Well sweetheart, if I'm not mistaken I did threaten to kill you. Multiple times." I nod silently in agreement. "But to make a long story short, I followed her. I purposely bumped into her everywhere she went, taunting her into giving me the information I wanted. When that didn't work I was nice to her." I watch as a smile crosses his face. A smile I rarely saw but when I did it was always direct towards me, and only me. That smile just caused a very unwanted round of jealously to creep in but I pushed it down and focused on Damon, "But the faking didn't last long and it soon became genuine. Eventually she confirmed what Tommy had told me, and somehow it sprouted into friendship then eventually something more."

There is a long moment of silence as I ponder Damon's story. "You said that it wasn't a good story. What happened?" by the haunted look on his face I know not to push him. "You don't need to tell me-"

"No, no. I do want to tell you, I just can't right now, Elena. But I promise I will tell you." I nod silently, with a small smile on my face.

"Does this change anything?" Damon hesitantly asks.

"Of course it doesn't change anything. I love you, Damon. I love you for you, both the dark and the light parts of you. At your strongest and at your weakest. I will be here for you, through anything. Even when you're annoying and cocky as hell."

"When I'm cocky, ha." he rolls us over so he's on top of me, between my legs, smirking down at me. "I will gladly show you just how cocky I am." I laugh, as he brings his lips down on mine.

So that is the end of chapter 17. I really hope you enjoyed the flashback. I loved writing it.

I know that it doesn't seem like much happened but this chapter does introduce a series of flashbacks from Damon's past, so you can look forward to that.

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