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18 reviews for three chapters! You guys are awesome *hugs and kisses* you made me so happy and itching to update so here I am

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Remember the very beginning of chapter one when Elena was sitting with Sparrow in the house, two months after THAT night, well, we are back to that day but it is still Damon's POV, enjoy:

Now:

I drop my head in my hands and rub my face. God, I am tired. I feel like I am on edge, that all I need is one more little pressure and I will explode. The reasons are hard to count and the mere thought of any of them makes my head pounds even more. Shit, I need help.

My cell phone ringing interrupts my downing thoughts and my head snaps up and I grape it immediately, just like I do every time it rings during the last two months. I know I must be crazy to even consider the possibility that it may be her but I can't help it. I feel like I am in hell and waiting for my guardian angel to come snitch me up. How pathetic is that!

My face falls once I get a good look on the caller ID. It is Stefan. I immediately ignore the call and drop the phone. I am so not in the mood for another lecture from my baby bro. one awful truth I am willing to admit to myself, my father isn't getting any better. The bastard has always thought he was special. And boy, was he right! His rare blood type is making it almost impossible to find him a new heart. He is getting worse and you would think that will bring me and my brother closer but no, not a chance, quite the opposite actually. Because you see, I and my baby bro have completely different dealing mechanism. He is all about holding hands, talking about good old memories, and telling father how much he means to him. Me? I know my dad and if there is one thing I am my father's son in, it is that there is nothing we hate more than being babied and given too much attention, especially when we need it, especially when we are vulnerable.

The damned sin of pride that we share.

Besides I have never been the gentle nice son. I am the rebel, the divergent and frankly the disappointment. I never followed his rules. I abandoned the family business for a career of my own choice. Then why do I change that now? If I even attempt to do so it will be like a big fucking sign saying 'I am being nice and supportive for the first time only because you are going to die soon'. Hell no, I am not doing this. I'd rather do it my way by making sure he gets everything he needs while I am keeping my distance. Of course, that doesn't go well with Stefan. He thinks I don't care and I really don't expect him to understand because in this he is like our loving dead mother, all about love, support and compassion. He can't even begin to understand the messed up logic I share with my old man. So I let my brother hate me for it.

I let my miserable self be completely and truly alone.

My brother isn't talking to me and when he does it is all blame and guilt tripping, sometimes even anger and disgust. My only two friends are not available. Enzo had decided to flee some feelings he has for a girl that he never talks about. It was easy for him, he just bought the ticket and jump on a plane to Australia, he says to visit his mother's family but I know better. At one of our drinking nights, he started blabbing about a girl he has been in love with since forever but will never have. I wish it was as easy for me to just…flee. I wanna run from all this. even Meredith is no place to go to now, if anything she is the one needing comforting _although I am no good in that department_ , her husband Joseph is lying on a bed somewhere in this hospital fighting an uneven battle with the cancer that spreads in his body in the cruelest way. We are like a one damned community unit. Or maybe I am the screw up who is messing up the equation.

It doesn't matter, though. And it doesn't change or even shake the loneliness I am bathing in. I feel so pathetic. I'd really like to pretend that I don't need any of them to be complete, that I don't feel like a disappointment all over again every time I sneak into my dad's room and watch his weak sleeping form which I can do nothing to change. I'd like to pretend that I don't feel like shit every time my brother looks at me with hate, anger and sadness, like I have disappointed him too. Maybe I did.

I'd like to pretend that I don't miss her, too. That I don't think of her more than I should. I'd like to pretend that she meant nothing to me, no more than I meant to her, a one night stand, a means to an end, a way to prove that she can break free of the hold her own mind has on her. I shake my head to chase the thought of her away. Thinking of her is not going to make me feel any better.

"Rough day?" a gentle familiar voice wonders pulling me from my own head. I glance up to find Meredith leaning against the door frame with her tiny arms crossed on her chest and her lips curled into a small sympathetic smile. I don't miss how much weight she lost in the past couple of weeks and Damn it she was already always a tiny thing. Now she seems like she might disappear in her scrubs. I also don't miss the bags under her gray eyes. But I don't dare say a word about any of this as I don't think I look any better. It doesn't mean I don't still feel like a shitty friend.

"Rough month!" I answer back letting a smirk curl my lips to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, tell me about it" she rolls her eyes and step into the room. One of the perks of being in this dumbass hospital is having my own office where I can have my pity parties alone and away from prying eyes. Dear Meredith can't take that shit, even when she has her own load of crap to deal with. She sits in the seat across from me while I am behind my desk, Meredith always the professional. She can invade your personal mental and emotional space but never your physical personal space. Keeping people at arm length applies only literally for her. "What is wrong?" she finally asks the damned question.

"Nothing. Everything is just peachy" I grin trying to make my escape.

"Fine" she sighs.

"What?" I ask letting my eyes widen in surprise. "You are just going to let me off the hook that easy?" it is too good to be true.

"It is no good, Damon" she shakes her head. God, she sounds so tired. "no matter how hard I press, you always refuse to talk and we both end up tired as hell" she throw her hands up in the air and then let them fall with a sad sigh. "I just wish Enzo was here" she adds in a small voice that is so rare for Meredith. Meredith is always strong, independent. She never show weakness or need for anybody. Maybe that is why we have been friends for a ridiculously long time. "He would know what to do with you. He is the only one who can get you to talk"

"A, that only happens when he gets me drunk and in which state I would talk to Oprah herself. B, Believe me. There is nothing to talk about"

"You father is dying" she deadpans and I surprisingly flinch at the thought. "You just decided to cut all the ties with the only constant woman in your life" she is referring to Katherine. She just can't get it into her thick skull that I didn't give Katherine a thought since I broke up with her for good. She is so not my problem.

"You are the only constant woman in my life, Meredith" I protest with a full pout face still trying to change the subject.

"Your best friend is out of States" she goes on ignoring me completely. "And your brother is being a dick. So you don't get to tell me you are fine" she spits her last word and runs her hands through her perfectly curled her and all I think about is the browned eye girl with a hair of the color of chocolate doing the same nervous move when I was trying to make her see reason. The thought leaves me irking. I want to hurt.

"But you get to do that? You can't possibly try to sit here and bitch about me burying my feelings as if your life is full of rainbows, Doctor" I spit out and she flinches. I know I am being a dick but the gun is triggered and there is no going back from that dark place now.

"It has been hard" she closes her eyes and I know she is trying to swallow back her tears.

"Hard? That is a pretty bad word to describe it, Meredith, don't you think? I know Joseph is the love of your life so it isn't just hard" her eyes fly open and she stares at me.

"I know what you are trying to do, Damon" Shit, she didn't just say that damned sentence. Oh, and she is giving me that look. I hate that look. I hate that she knows me that much, that I can't just hurt her and push her away. "You are hurt so you are trying to hurt me back. You are trying to push me away. How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe it won't work?"

"I don't know. How many times do I have to tell you that I am fine before you believe that I am fan-fucking-tastic?" with that last shoot I grab my leather jacket and leave the damn office and the damn hospital.

I need a freaking break.

I have no idea what kind of natural or supernatural force made me drive to my dream house today. I tell myself that I am only checking on Sparrow, just like I told myself the few times I lost the battle of wills and came back to this place. But today I also tell myself that I need to calm and clear my packed mind and that is always the best place for me to do so. Well, at least used to be.

Because every single time I came into that place during the past two months I am haunted by the brown eyed girl who stole my breathe and left me high and dry without as much as a four lettered word!

I am beginning to believe in that rumor saying this place is haunted although I don't think a living being can haunt a place! Must be my sick mind.

And just like the coward I am, I don't get inside the house. I go straight into the back yard and start walking aside the lake with my hands in my pockets and my head bowed down. I frown when I walk for a few minutes and I see no sign of Sparrow. He usually senses my presence and comes looking for me. I glance up and look around. Automatically my eyes fly to that room. And I find Sparrow but he is not alone. He is cuddled with a petite brunette that I can't see her face. I whistle for Sparrow to come and start walking toward the mysterious girl. I should be leaving, it is a private property and I could get into trouble but the girl's form looks so fragile that I don't sense any danger from her, besides she is after all a girl , I am pretty sure I can charm my way out of a situation involving a female. Sparrow starts to run toward me leaving his happy place and the girl raises her head startled and I can finally see her face. I stop dead in my tracks and even the world seems to stop around me for a few seconds. Despite the distance I will never forget this face.

Well, there is a danger anyway.

My first impulse is to run, snitch her and kiss the hell out of her. But then I remember what she did. She left me. That night I spent with her with one of the best nights of my goddamn life and when she vanished I felt kinda of… used and that was a first for me. I often use girls, they don't use me. Even Katherine didn't use me like this. Yes, she never stayed in the morning but it never bothered me. Why does it bother me now? Why am I so mad at her for leaving?

Because for the first time you wanted to wake up next to a girl, you wanted to see her sleepy smile. You wanted to kiss and fuck her good morning. You wanted to matter to her like she mattered to you.

Ooooh, that voice! I haven't heard that voice since I was a teenager and even back then it wasn't that needy! What the hell? Am I having a mid-life crisis in my twenties?

Lost in my thoughts I didn't notice that she is up and walking toward me even though I haven't taken my eyes off her since I saw her. I don't think I even blinked out of fear she would disappear or something!

I will not be weak. I will stand my ground and demand answers. Why did she leave? What did she do with her wedding? What does that all mean?

What is her fucking name?

She steps closer to me and now we are at least ten feet apart. Her steps are hesitated and broken, I am tempted to study her face again and I notice that it is flushed like she has been crying or about to cry. Her eyes are teary and she is biting her trembling bottom lip.

And all my toughing up thoughts flee.

She must have seen something in my face because she is rushing to me and she is suddenly in my open arms, her arms around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder. I have no control over my arms that wrap around her body welcoming it home and I can't help but sigh in relief that she is –after all- finally in my arms again.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Once she feels my arms wrapped around her a sob breaks from her throat followed by many others wrecking sobs. I just held her tighter and shushed her, whispering smoothing words into her ears, every sob leaving her body causing something in my chest to tighten.

I don't know if I am possessed by some angle or demon or any other fuck but that is certainly not me. I never ever ever knew how to deal with crying women so I avoided it at all costs. It happened once with Meredith when she first knew about Joseph's cancer crisis. She was sobbing whole-heartly beside me and I was clueless. Eventually I patted her shoulder awkwardly and she chuckled and told me that I was the worst at comforting women. At least I got her to stop crying, right?

But the girl in my arms won't stop. She is crying like she haven't cried in ages and I want her to stop. Not because I am annoyed, because I just discovered that her crying must be one the worst things that happened to me in the last months. And what happened was a lot!

Something in this girl calls to me, wakes things in me that I never thought I had. Enzo once told me that when it comes to your girl, you are a completely different person but yet you are the most real you. I never understood that sentence and I don't think I never will.

Eventually she pulls away and stares up at me. My hands go automatically to wipe her tears. I will be shocked by how my body is a slave to her needs if I wasn't so busy studying her eyes.

Confusion, relief, guilt, longing and even sadness, I can see it all clearly in her doe eyes. She licks her lips tasting her tears and my eyes finally leave hers and travel along her tear strained face down to her pouty lips. They look so red and swollen, like she had just been kissed hard. I scold myself internally on my dirty thought. The girl was just crying her eyes out and you are thinking about kissing her and getting hard on the thoughts. You truly are a dick, Salvatore.

I make myself look up to her eyes and I have no idea which is harder to resist. Her eyes are wide now, not sad or confused any more, they are darkening in a way I am very familiar with. I know exactly what that look means. And maybe I am masochist because the next thing I know I am kissing her like a drowning man holding to his lifeline. Or maybe I am. I have no idea how this girl maybe the solution of all my problems. I am not expecting her to do anything, to be anyone, I just want her to be here, to be her. I know I will be alright if she does. I also have no idea where those thoughts came from.

I am tasting her surprise, then her relief, then her desire. I am tasting her salty tears and her sweat lips and there is no better flavor than this. When her surprise passes she starts kissing me back. Something possesses me to reach for her hands and I almost yell in joy and relief when it is confirmed there is no ring in her finger. I let myself sink back into the kiss. I missed the feel of her small hands messing my hair as she kisses me like it is the end of the world. I missed the way she moans when I caress her tongue with mine. I missed the way she gasps when I bit her bottom lip a little too hard. I missed the way she feels in my arms, the way she fits around my body.

I missed her, period.

"I missed you" she gasps out in her first breath when pull away from the need of oxygen. I can feel my pants tightening already but I know we should talk. I know talking is the right rational thing to do right now but I can't resist ducking my head again to snitch her sweet lips in one last peck because fuck, I can't get enough.

"I broke up with Katherine" is the first thing to me out of my mouth. No idea why, thou. "For good. No more Ms. Bitchy" I let my forehead drop to hers and a grin makes its way to my face even though I am still panting a little.

"Good" she is nodding with her eyes closed, her forehead still pressed to mine. "You did the right thing" she adds with a small smile touching her lips.

"So did you" I whisper and bring her empty finger to my lips kissing it to let her know what I am referring to. I feel her tense in my arms. Well, maybe she is not comfortable talking about it yet. It is okay. I will give you time, baby. Who the fuck are you and what did you do to the Damon Salvatore I know and loathe?

A phone ringing interrupt our moment and she pulls away and step back. I feel the loss of her in my arms immediately and curse myself for being so needy for the first time in my life. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and glance at the screen before throwing it back in her jeans. I like her in jeans.

"I am sorry I have to go" she says in a rush and I feel my heart sink. No, she is no fucking doing this again. I won't allow it.

"Will I see you again?" is the pathetic sentence I manage out instead of the ragging yelling inside me. I don't want to sound clingy so I let a smirk curl my lips to look like I am teasing. She looks hesitated for a moment and I resist the urge to let my smirk drop and held my ground. I consider turning on my heels and forget the fuck about her but she saves the day.

"Sure" she breathes out finally and a bright smile break into her face. "Tomorrow? Same place, same time?" her eyes are all wide and hopeful again. I nod so I don't yell a yes, yes or pump my fist in the air…or both. She gives me one last smile before she starts to leave.

"Wait" I still have some brains cells after all. She stops and turns back to me "What is your name?" I feel dump but shit I want to know her name. She blushes and smiles a shy sweet smile. I resist the urge to close the distance and kiss her again.

"I am Elena" Elena, even her name is beautiful. "You?"

"I am Damon. Nice to meet you, Elena" I let her name roll of my tongue, tasting it. I want to say it over and over again.

"Pleasure meeting you, Damon" my name is all new and sweet and different in her voice. I want to hear it in her sleepy voice, in her angry voice. I want to hear her moaning, breathing and screaming it when take her into the land of pleasure again.

"The pleasure is all mine, Malady" I make a slight bow with a smirk in my face as I manage not to say her name again.

Pleasure indeed!

Third person POV:

Once Elena settles in her car behind the wheel, she gives one last look to the house that means a lot to her than she is willing to admit before she opens her bag and fishes a diamond ring out of it. She holds the ring in front of her face, letting the sunlight make it shine. Eventually she slips it into my ring finger and immediately feels the weight of it. Something tells her that it is not just because the weight of the rock, the reason why she always takes it off when she can but now she is going back to work, Back to Grey Publish House where she is _after all_ Mrs. Grey.

Bom, bom, laka booom! Sorry, Elena is married after all! Like you all requested there will NOT be Non-Delena smut . What to know why Elena lied to Damon? Or at least didn't tell the truth? Is there a difference?

What do you think of DPOV so far? I hope you don't think it is too emotional because give the guy a break! Everything in his life is going to hell and right now Elena is the only light in his dark tunnel. Also if you wanna make Damon a little tougher, let me know. He will soon be his cocky cool self that we love but just give him a minute. He is not in love with her or something, I don't believe in fast love. The slow burn is coming in the way and neither one of them will admit anything easily! Just wait to see how fucked up and beautiful I see my Delena ;)

How do you feel about BDSM? NOT the whips and punishment and that shit. Just playful sexy play? Nothing too rough? I am so not into the SENCEs, I mean seriously I don't want to ACT while I am having sex, that is just so fake. But just imagine Damon bound and begging Elena to let him come and visa vice. What do you think?

What do you think of Meredith? I know it is a bummer that Enzo is in Australia but don't you worry, he will be back and rollin' soon for his mate.