Damon found himself on the porch of the Mikaelson's luxurious mansion and rapped on the door. It opened with Rebekah standing in almost complete darkness surprise flashing across her face before mild disgust became a permanent expression.

"Damon."

"Rebekah."

"Where's Klaus?" he interrupted the question she had been about to ask.

Rebekah stared at him quizzically and then slapped him hard across the face. "You asshole! He's dead!"

"I have a sobbing Caroline that says differently."

Rebekah's mouth formed a silent oh before covering it with her hand. "Oh my god."

"Gonna say sorry about my throbbing face?"

"No."

"Well where the hell is he? Doesn't he pray kumbaya and shit when it comes to this family? I assumed this was the first place he would come."

"He's not here."

"Have any idea where he is then?"

"No," Rebekah murmured shaking her head slightly. Her face gradually lit up with realization and she shook her hands up and down in excitement. "I have an idea where he might be."

"Okay?"

"Try Caroline's. He's smitten for that girl. And if she's crying her eyes out because of him he'll want to say sorry.

"Shit. Thank you, but shit," Damon cried, sprinting to his car. Rebekah shook her head at Damon before closing the door. Damon left the premises and made his way to Caroline's where he was almost positive Elena and Caroline were, lounging in her bedroom, watching some shitty chick flick and eating pints of ice cream. Or maybe not. Not if Klaus got there first. And Damon was sure he didn't want him and Elena in the same room, let alone the same continent.

When he arrived at Caroline's he noticed the door was ajar and he could hear harsh shrill screams from the top floor. He ran in to find Klaus leaning against the banister and Caroline at the top of the stairs having a one way yelling match. Damon raised her eyebrows at her and she motioned her thumb back to her room. Damon bounded up the stairs, not a care in the world that Klaus could see him, and saw Elena laying on the bed, finishing off a carton of ice cream and watching A Walk to Remember.

"Just what I thought you guys would be doing," Damon murmured. "So what's going on? And why are you still here?"

"Relax, Damon. He isn't going to hurt me," she choked out from a mouth full of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "Caroline promised. Besides, he's kind of busy right now."

Damon heard a crash and cringed at the noise. "Should I go then?" he said, jerking his thumb backwards at the door.

"You're leaving?" Elena asked, clearly surprised.

"Yeah. I'm pretty much useless in these situations."

"Um...I was pretty sure you were going to drag me out of here by my hair. But go ahead. Caroline's got this under control."

"I'm still considering it so don't get your hopes up, but Rebekah did say something about Klaus being smitten with Caroline. Are you going to tell me what this is about?"

"Oh, he is. It's Caroline that's the problem."

"Then I feel his pain," Damon whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll just go."

"Okay. And I'll tell you about it when I get home."

"Sounds good. I'll be waiting. Call if you need me."

"I'm not your teenage daughter, you know."

"I know," Damon laughed, "You're just the love of my life who is in the same house with a psychotic blondie who is throwing things, a man who's tried to kill you hundreds of times, and a deputy of police who is probably wondering why she can never get a decent night's sleep around here."

"You make it sound terrifying."

"That's how I viewed every single situation I saved you from."

"Well if you had just explained it that way..."

"You wouldn't have understood anyways." Then Damon gave her a quick wave and exited the house the way he came, having to dodge a large biology textbook on the way out. He clapped Klaus on the shoulder and threw him a sympathetic look which came back as a hostile glare.

Elena had enough of the bellowing, so she strolled out and stood in the middle of the stairway raising her hands up to either side. Caroline was easily silenced and a smug smile grew on Klaus's face.

"What are you doing here, Elena? How do you feel about a little trip down memory lane? I need some more of that blood for my hybrid army."

"I'm a vampire, asshole. And I'm here to solve the issue that Caroline has with you."

Klaus's smile was wiped off his face and he appeared absolutely distraught. "What?"

"She's a vampire," Caroline yelled down. "So take that you ignorant bastard!"

"Okay, Caroline. That's enough. I thought you two might have figured this out by now but I was wrong. Caroline what exactly is the problem?"

"He's been in Tyler's body for weeks now. He used me. And now he won't tell me if Tyler's dead or not."

Elena pondered what Caroline said, but didn't quite comprehend. Use her? But then it hit her. Tyler had been Caroline's boyfriend. Klaus loved her. Caroline hated him, as far as she knew, but loved Tyler. And was previously ignorant of the fact that Klaus was in Tyler's body. Klaus had acted as Tyler. Which meant he had kissed her, whispered sweet words to her, and god knows what else.

Elena took a deep breath, trying to resist punching Klaus smack in the nose. "So why are you here?"

Klaus threw his hands up in the air, "I just wanted to say sorry, and then she started chucking stuff at me. What was I supposed to do pray tell? Leave?"

"That might have been a good start. I recommend giving her some time to cool down."

"Caroline, love, I'm so sorry. I was immature and reckless by using you, but you must know it was only because I can't stop thinking about you."

"Well you should've went about it a different way," Caroline whispered. "Because now I can't even stand to hear your voice."

Elena bored her eyes at down at Klaus and he shrugged in despair and left the house, slamming the door behind him. Caroline erupted into tears again and catapulted into Elena's body clasping her arms around Elena's neck. Elena held her tight and then wrapped her hand around Caroline's elbow and made sure she got back to her room alright.

"What am I supposed to do Elena? Klaus is in to me and Tyler's dead."

"You know that?"

"Well...no," she sobbed. "But why would Klaus leave him alive?"

"People do strange things when they're in love, Caroline. He probably left him alive because he knew that you cared deeply about him. Klaus isn't always completely barbaric you know. He's actually an absolute sweetheart to you, for the most part."

"I know," she sighed. "I just wish he was dead!"

"But why, Caroline?"

"Because, because...I'm drawn to him. And I can't be. Especially since Tyler is dying in the hospital. God, I remember when I danced with him, I was all tense because Tyler was watching but all I was thinking was that if Tyler disappeared I could lean into Klaus's shoulder and smile. And then he saved my life and..."

"He did?"

"Yeah, when Ric was loose on the school, he got me out safely."

"Well, I don't know what you want me to do at this point. You look like you're going to be okay and I should head home."

"Don't you want to sleepover?" Caroline asked, grasping Elena's hands in hers.

"I would, except Damon's expecting me as well as an update on what was up."

"Oh god. Do you have to tell him?"

Elena nodded and pulled Caroline in close for a hug. "I'll leave out most of the details. I'll just mention the ones that relate to him."

Caroline nodded, Elena gave her a peck on the cheek and then sped home. She walked into the living room to see that Damon was still awake just like he said he'd be, sipping some alcohol, and watching the flames. He set the cup down and swiveled to face Elena. "So, what was that all about?"

Elena sighed and plopped down beside Damon on the couch. "It was about Klaus. He's been in Tyler's body for weeks now and we don't know if he left Tyler on the brink of death or actually dead. It was Klaus's way of survival when Ric stabbed him."

"Klaus isn't really the problem it seems to me. The problem is what witch made this happen. And if it was your little witchy friend then I might have to murder her in the most pleasant way possible of course."

"You'll do no such thing. Although, I'm mighty curious myself. I can't believe she would do that but I guess you never know.

"I don't want you anywhere near her," Damon sighed, waiting for the onslaught on fury.

"She's my best friend, Damon."

"Fine. But now you're a vampire and she loathes our type. Not only is she not aware that you're one now, I have a feeling it won't go over well when she does. I think maybe I should handle this confrontation for now. I'll let her know about you too."

"That sounds perilous in so many different ways."

"Trust me when I say, Elena, that I won't touch her."

Elena bobbed her head slowly then leaned down on to Damon's chest. "Thanks for checking on me tonight. I knew after that I would be safe." Damon didn't say a word but kissed her on the head and she knew he was grateful. Elena tipped her head up to kiss him on the mouth. It automatically opened beneath hers and his tongue began flicking at her still closed mouth trying to find lock in which his tongue could open. Elena teased him a little longer before deepening the kiss and allowing Damon access to her mouth. His tongue crept up to the roof of her mouth and the fell back down to duel with her tongue. She barely noticed his hand descending to her waist and fingering the tiny patch of skin not covered by her shirt that had hiked up slightly when they had begun making out. Elena gripped one of her hand's in his hair and the other was cupped around his neck. That was when she was positive his hand was crawling up her shirt and over her bare skin to her bra strap, which he was currently running his hand over, clearly waiting for permission. Elena pulled back and eyed Damon cautiously as he slowly withdrew his hand seeming apologetic. Elena felt the kindlings of a fire growing in her tummy and she knew she couldn't resist much longer. Damon kissed her one more time before moving to stand up when Elena grabbed the nonexistent collar of his shirt and tugged Damon back down on to the couch.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"Positive. Now shut up." And she attacked his lips with hers. Within moments, unsure of how it had happened, she'd pulled Damon's shirt over his head and was running her hands lethargically up and down his chest. His hands were in the previous position but this time he unclasped the bra strap easily with one hand and took Elena's silk shirt off in one fell swoop. She shrugged her bra off her shoulders and it pooled down on Damon's lap. He didn't even notice because his eyes were taking in the beauty of the gentle curves of her breasts and how erect they had become simply at his touch. He could feel his own erection snap into place and Elena smiled slightly when she felt it beneath his jeans. She ran a fingernail delicately over his nipple and heard his moan in pleasure as he brought his mouth to her breast, fighting through an army of hair to get there. He then swiped his tongue in circles around her nipple, until Elena was practically ripping his hair out in anticipation. He then sucked hard until her nipple was hard and as red as cheeks in winter time. He then kissed down her stomach until he reached the line where her jeans meet her skin and he speedily ripped them off until all Elena had on was her lacy red panties. Elena ducked her head down underneath his when he came up for air and she undid his jeans, pulling down his briefs with them and slipped her tongue over his slit. Damon inhaled sharply and brought his hands to Elena's head, steadying himself. Elena then took his length in her mouth and just before Damon was about to burst she pulled away and Damon couldn't help but glare at her.

"Give it to me, Elena."

"I will."

Then she let her panties slip to the ground and slowly lowered herself down on him, and then shifting up even slower. She then began a pulsing rhythm that was entirely to relaxed for Damon's taste, so he pulled a complicated maneuver, especially when on a couch that landed him on top of Elena his cock still in her. Then her thrust into her at a rapid pace his hips flying while Elena just held on for dear life. It wasn't long before Elena reached climax.

"Oh, Damon," she moaned. His name being released from her lips at one of the most intimate moments he'd ever shared with her caused him to spiral into a climax as well, releasing his fluids into her.

Damon slumped all of his weight down on her and Elena carefully pushed him up so that she could snuggle up against him. That had been the best experience of her life and she sure as hell wasn't ready for it to be over yet.

"That was fabulous."

"It was. I'm glad to be of service," Damon whispered.

Elena smiled and snuggled in even closer, so that when he breathed her body would lift slightly with his stomach. "And I love you," he said.

"I know. I love you, too."