My eyes flutter open to see sunlight peeking through the curtains. My eyes look for my alarm clock to see it was around nine in the morning. Letting out a yawn, I move to make my way out of bed, but stop. There was an arm snaked around my waist holding me down. It was only then did I realize that I was firmly pressed up against someone. I turn my head slightly to see Damon's head nuzzled into my neck.

Memories of last night fly through my mind. I remembered him coming over for dinner, telling him about Trevor, and how I had kissed him.

You did more than just kiss him, my mind taunts.

Surprisingly though, I don't regret it; well, not right now I don't. A small smile appears on my face. I was almost absolutely sure that what I had done was wrong, but I didn't care. It felt right to me, that's all that matters.

Damon was holding me tight against him; I doubt I would be able to detangle myself from him if I tried. He held me almost as if he were trying to protect me; almost as if I were going to vanish. I could feel his slow breaths against the back of my neck. I guess vampires do sleep after all.

My eyes trail to the floor to see our clothes lying on the ground. I had to stifle back a giggle. Last night was truly amazing.

Surprisingly, I managed to roll myself over so I was facing Damon. His face looked very peaceful; I barely even recognized him. Never, not once have I seen Damon look so relaxed. He didn't look arrogant, worried, mad, frustrated; just peaceful.

Without thinking, I raise my finger and gracefully trace it along his cheek. Letting out a quiet groan, Damon slowly opens his eyes. At first Damon looked confused, but then was replaced with a smug grin. His eyes trail down my body, and then slowly back up to meet my eyes.

"Hmmm, so last night wasn't just another sex fantasy?" Damon mumbles while grinning. Rolling my eyes, I let out a small sigh. Of course that had to be the first thing he says.

"You're a perv," I whine playfully while trying to sit up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Damon mumbles while grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to him. I let out a giggle when I hit the bed with a small thunk. Damon wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him.

"Now that's better," Damon slurs while resting his forehead against mine. His beautiful blue eyes stared into mine. Before I had met Damon, whenever I use to draw him, his eyes use to look so damaged. Staring into them now, they didn't look damaged at all. In fact, they looked happy.

"Last night was-," I start, but Damon finishes the sentence for me.

"Amazing."

I let out a small giggle; god I felt like a school girl with a big crush. I wasn't too sure if I was supposed to feel ashamed or not; all I knew was that I felt happy.

Good God, I actually just slept with a vampire … I wonder how many women can say that?

"I knew you would give in sooner than later; after all, I'm pretty irresistible," Damon smirks. I give him a small dirty look.

"Sure, of course you are," I mumble back sarcastically.

"I'm actually surprised it took you this long."

"You chloroformed and kidnapped me, then told me you were a vampire; and you expected me to stay with you willingly?" I ask while arching an eyebrow. Damon seems to take a second to think it over.

"I guess the chloroform was a bit melodramatic," Damon mumbles to himself.

"You think?" I say sarcastically. Damon just chuckles. After a few moments of silence, I nuzzle my head into Damon's chest. I could feel Damon gently stroking my hair; it felt nice.

"Elena?" Damon asks after a few moments.

"Hmm," I mumble with nuzzling my head deeper into Damon's chest.

"You know that what happened with Trevor was not your fault?"

I just stay still and I don't say anything. There was nothing that I could say.

"You do know that, right?" Damon asks. I continue to say nothing, what could I say?

"Elena, look at me," Damon demands. Slowly, I look up to meet my eyes with his.

"What Trevor did to you was not your fault."

"Not like I didn't have it coming," I mumble sourly under my breath.

"What do you mean?" Damon asks. At first I was shocked that Damon had heard me; it didn't take me long to remember he had supersonic hearing.

"He's five years older than me, and he has a bad reputation. We were at a party, and we both had a lot to drink, especially Trevor," I mumble. "When he asked me to meet him in the bedroom, I should have known better than to go."

"Elena, drunk or not, he had no right to do that to you," Damon says. I could tell by Damon's face that he was mad; I never thought that Damon would get this defensive, I didn't realize that he actually cared this much.

"You're right," I mumble; but I wasn't sure if I actually meant it. Damon doesn't know what had happened afterwards, and that was all on me. I wasn't going to bring it up though, I would tell Damon another time.

"I don't want to talk about Trevor, it's depressing; let's talk about something different," I suggest.

"Like what?"

"Like you," I say with a small giggle.

"About me; what do you want to know?" Damon asks. I take a second to think of a question.

"How can you go out in the sun? Aren't you supposed to sparkle?" I ask while trying to keep a serious face. Damon just lets out a disappointed sigh; he didn't like my reference.

"Damn Stephanie Meyer; she took anything that was good about a vampire and warped it," Damon mumbles under his breath. "No, I don't sparkle Elena; without this ring," Damon wiggles his fingers so I can see his ring, "then I will sizzle into a piece of bacon."

"Hmm, I like bacon," I mumble. Damon just chuckles. "Wait … I don't understand? How can that ring protect you from the sun?" I ask now interested.

"A long time ago, a witch had casted a spell on it."

"Wait … so not only do vampires exist, but witches too?" I ask. I was finding it easier to wrap my brain around the thought of witches then I was with vampires. But still … witches?

"Yup," Damon pops the p.

"Anything else I should know of? Perhaps Werewolves, Ghosts, Zombies, maybe even Demons?"

"Don't be stupid Elena; everyone knows there is no such thing as Zombies."

"Right," I mumble. A few moments of silence pass by.

"Can you eat garlic? How about your reflection? Would you show up in a mirror or a picture?"

"I love garlic, and yes I have a reflection," Damon chuckles. "You're asking a bunch of stereotypical questions," says Damon. I just shrug.

"Stereotypical is all I know," I say with a grin.

"I can tell."

"Hmmm, how old are you?" I ask. Damon lets out a sigh.

"I'm not answering that."

"Why not?"

"Because you might find it unattractive," Damon grumbles while covering his face with the pillow. I just scoff.

"Try me," I protest while removing the pillow off his face.

"Fine," Damon sighs, "I'm 164."

I take a second to think it over. I could hardly believe that Damon has walked the earth for 164 years, and here he was with me? He could be with anyone he ever wanted, and yet he's wasting his time on me. What made me so special?

"Ewww, you're a pedophile," I say pretending to look disgusted. Damon just laughs.

"Come over here little girl," Damon says while wiggling his eyebrows. With one quick, swift movement, Damon had managed to roll me over so I was pinned under him. I struggle to catch my breath; I was never going to get use to his speed.

Damon's body weight held me to the bed, but he was making sure he wasn't squishing me at the same time. His lips slowly lean in to meet mine. Sweet memories of last night filled my mind. Letting out a gasp, I claw at his naked back to pull him closer to me.

Automatically, I hitch my legs against his waist and continue to kiss him back. His hands move their way from my waist, to my breasts. My hands move their way to his hair, where I managed to tangle my fingers into.

I wouldn't even be able to begin how right this felt; being with Damon, in his embrace. Never, not once have I felt so safe. It was such an amazing feeling; it was almost too good to be true.

It was only then did memories of Klaus come across my brain. I still needed to tell Damon about him.

"Damon," I gasp against his lips. Damon continues to kiss my lips; he probably thought I was moaning in pleasure; thinking about it, I probably was.

"Damon … I need to tell you something," I gasp again while breaking my lips from his.

"Hmm?" Damon mumbles while placing kisses on my neck and collarbone. Good God, I was having a hard time concentrating on words.

"Remember yesterday at the mall?" I ask.

"You would look really sexy in that dress," Damon says, indicating that he remembered. His kisses were making their way down my chest; oh boy, I could barely breathe.

"After you left," I gasp, "I saw … Klaus," I mumble. Right after the name Klaus rolls off my tongue, Damon stops kissing me. I could feel Damon's body grow tense. His face shoots up, his face horror struck; almost as if someone had died.

"What?" was the only word that came out of Damon's mouth. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He looked like an entirely different person; I barely even recognized him.

"You saw Klaus yesterday, and you're only telling me about this now?" Damon hisses while sitting up. I cringe at his words; I wasn't use to Damon using this tone with me. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," I gasp. Damon gives me a look of disbelief while shaking his head. I could tell he was mad.

"Did I not fucking tell you that if you saw Klaus anywhere, you tell me immediately?" Damon asks while pulling on his boxers, then his jeans. Trying not to cry, I swallow.

"Yes you did," I mumble while looking down. My whole body felt tense; I was finding it hard to swallow. It was that feeling you get when you knew you were in deep trouble.

"Then why didn't you tell me? Elena, you must know that he is bad news!" he cries while running his fingers through his hair. His face was red from frustration.

"He said the same about you," I mumble under my breath. Damon snaps his head towards me.

"Of course he did," Damon says, followed by a dry laugh. His laugh sent shivers down my spine; he reminded me of how he acted when I first met him.

I watch in silence as Damon pulls his shirt on. I knew that I screwed up.

"So what, you're just going to leave?" I ask. I knew that my voice sounded desperate, but I didn't want him to leave.

"I have no choice Elena! If Klaus is in town, then no one is safe," Damon spits through his teeth. I bite my tongue to keep from crying; wow I felt like an idiot.

"Elena, don't invite him in," Damon demands.

"What do you mean?"

"As long as you or any of your family members don't invite Klaus into your home, he won't be able to enter," Damon says while putting on his belt.

"I don't understand? how were you able to enter when I first met you?" I ask. Damon just sighs.

"I compelled your Aunt Jenna, listen to me Elena; whatever you do, don't invite Klaus in," Damon demands. I just nod my head.

"Maybe this time you won't screw up," Damon mumbles sourly under his breath. I cringe at his words; I don't think Damon intended for me to hear that, but I did.

"Yea, after all, I'm such a screw up," I hiss bitterly. Damon's head snaps up, indicating that I wasn't supposed to hear his words.

Exchanging me a sorry look, Damon disappears. I no longer felt like crying; I wanted to scream. Grabbing my pillow, I fling it across the room. I continue to sit on my bed, and think over what had just happened.

I didn't blame Damon for acting the way he did, I probably would also if I were in his shoes; but his last words had hurt, they had hurt a lot.

Standing up, I walk over to my pillow and pick it up. Before I make my way back to my bed, something in my closet catches my eye. Slowly, I walk over to my closet and pull it out.

It was the little red dress Damon had suggested for me in the mall.

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