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"Yes" she said softly and fearfully, "Damon I…I…need something, I need you tonight…."

The instant those words hit Damon's ears, his jaw dropped and he stood there staring at her. The girl's expression was broken and he also knew that the intention behind those poorly placed words was innocent. But still, it wasn't right…

"Damon, are you listening?" Elena expressed, her voice was a little louder this time and she touched his arm. He looked at her small fragile hand that was softly placed on his bicep, he saw it pleading to him in its own way. Damon turned his head towards her and stared her straight in the eyes. The warm chocolate there was melting something inside him.

"Damon please, I'm scared and I can't sleep alone tonight…"

'Again with the words, come on kid if it were somebody else they'd perceive it differently!', But listening to that weak sound for the umpteenth time that day; broke something within him a little more. He no longer felt the need to tell her off.

"Damon I'm really, really scared…" 'That's it', Damon mumbled to himself and moved one step backwards, causing Elena's expression to fall a little more. Instantly regretting the move Damon reached forward with one hand and grabbed her shoulder gently.

"It's fine Miss Gilbert, I'll stay the night." he affirmed. "But I have to take care of a few things first, Okay?" He waited for her response, who in turn nodded hurriedly.

As Damon released her shoulder he realized his hand felt empty and cold, he stared at it for a moment and then at Elena. Confused he quickly shook the sensation away and started heading towards the door. Just as he stepped outside the room he heard her say, "Come quickly please."

"I'll try." He responded without looking back.

The walk all the way to his quarters was the longest of his life. The feel of her skin under his hand kept on repeating in his head uncontrollably. He mentally pondered and tried convincing himself, that there was no way it felt nice to touch her soft delicate skin. 'No way in hell.' He also told himself that it did not feel good to offer what little comfort he could. 'Not possible, he was never meant for these things.' His self induced argument was carried all the way to his suite, which was inconveniently a very long walk away.

After changing into fresh new cloths, Damon grabbed the first aid box and went to the sink. While tending to his wound he realized what he had gotten himself into. As if the girl wasn't enough during the day time hours, he had to agree to a night duty as well. "Life would have been much better if he were a watchman." he drawled sarcastically.

Elena had changed into her nightwear during Damon's absence. The day's trauma had such an impact on her, that she didn't even completely took the fact in; that Damon was spending the night with her.

As she sat there in front of her dressing mirror, the reality struck her slowly. Her brushing hand stopped halfway through her beautiful locks and she stared at her reflection in astonishment.

"Dear God, Damon's sleeping with me tonight.", she uttered to herself and then blushed deeply as she realized the implication behind her words. She quickly brushed her hair and gave herself one look. She was glad that unconsciously she had selected one of her most appealing nightwear. Caroline had often told her that amongst her numerous night suits, the pjs she was currently wearing was the prettiest.

Overall satisfied she went to sit on her bed to wait for Damon, and she felt nervous. 'It wasn't like they were gonna do anything.' She thought. 'It's just him spending the night here, that's all', "No biggie." she whispered. 'For the first time ever' her mind told her, "Lot of things happen for the first time." she contradicted herself loudly, once more.

"Damon." she said his name to feel it on her tongue once, it was a week attempt to make herself feel a little less nervous about the situation. But all it did was, make it even worse. "Oh my God! It's Damon I'm talking about!" she gasped.

That instant somebody filled the room's door frame. She raised her head to see and there stood Damon looking as handsome as ever in his comfortable pajama pants and a dark shirt; only waiting to be called in. Not to forget the fact that he looked absolutely ready for bed; no correction, he looked absolutely ready for their "slumber party", as Elena would like to call it.

To be continued..