Okay guys, got this chapter wrote.

Thank you for the ideas and giving me your opinions.

Most of you seem to enjoy the dark Delena, which is great, and I have a better outline for how I'm going to get to the ending I have planned now.

Again, thanks so much, and I hope ya'll enjoy.

Present Day

Elena watched Damon's face as the sunlight seeping in from the window cascaded across it.

They laid on her couch, tangled in each other, Damon still asleep.

She decided that she liked him like this.

All of his hard lines smoothed, and what was left in his relaxed expression was almost childlike...innocent.

She trailed her fingers up to his bangs, brushing them back gently.

He was so beautiful in his sleep.

Idly, she wondered how many mornings she'd seen him like this, in the past.

How many moments she couldn't remember.

There had to be thousands.

Thousands of little moments like this that made this love she felt grow so strongly.

She didn't understand it, but for once, she was okay with that.

It was enough to know that she did love him.

The "why" could be answered later.

As her fingertips lingered on his cheek, Damon's eyes fluttered, and soon those blue irises were boring into her.

She smiled.

"Good morning."

Instead of answering, Damon kissed her.

It was slow, building, and so full of their love that she thought her heart might burst.

His mouth was almost lazy, as it left hers and trailed across her face, leaving small kisses all over.

She leaned against him even further, and his arms twisted around her tighter.

"Good morning."

She chuckled, "Well it is now."

Damon pulled away and looked at her, as of searching for something in her expression.

She didn't know how exactly, but she understood what he needed.

"I still feel it Damon, don't worry. I still love you."

He sighed, but a smile tugged at his mouth, "I'm glad."

Elena maneuvered them so she could sit up, without knocking Damon to the floor.

She ran a hand over her hair then looked around.

Sunlight was seeping in through the window, and she was briefly reminded of school.

That place she was supposed to be at right now, but she found that she really couldn't care.

After all, she had just discovered that she'd lived an entire other life, and that her boyfriend was actually the brother of her true love, trying to help keep them apart, and that said love was wanting to raise an ancient kingdom from it's ashes.

So yeah, she felt that she deserved to skip a day of classes to compensate.

Staring at the light splaying out on the floor, from the sun, Elena grew curious.

"Damon?"

She felt him sit up, and a kiss was placed on her shoulder, "What is it, darling?"

She turned to look at him, "Last night...you said you were going to bring it all back. That we could. But...what exactly did you mean by that? I mean, it's obviously not the 21st century, and I'm pretty sure politics, and police, and the civilian population involved aren't going to exactly bend to the will of an ancient monarchy," she smirked to herself, "I mean, unless you were just planning on raising the whole castle from the ground and-"

Damon's eyebrow rose, and Elena faltered, "Unless that's exactly what you're planning. Are you serious? You're going to bring the castle back? Don't you think someone will find that strange or alarming, or the least bit curious?!"

Damon laughed lowly, "I'm sure that they will. But it's alright Elena," he took her hand in his, "You may not remember it, but we had a plan. Your exact words, I believe, were something around "the house of Petrova will rise upon a new Aurelia" in the place which my brother lay waiting until such a time when you and I could rule again. Together, as we were denied in our true day."

Elena blinked, "Okay...so how did we plan to do this without turning Mystic Falls into a modern day Salem?"

Damon was smirking now, "You trust me. That's all you have to do."

"I want to," she admitted, "But I need more, Damon. I need to know what the plan is."

"Tonight," he assured her, "We will bring back your memory, and everything will make sense again."

"You could just tell me," she noted, and he grinned, "Where's the fun in that?"

She was about to retort when a knock sounded at the door.

She untangled herself from Damon quickly, and pulled herself up.

She motioned for him to be quiet, just in case it was Jenna or something.

However, when she looked out the peephole, she found Stefan waiting on the other side.

She opened the door enough to see him, but still blocking the living room from his view.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, realizing as she stared at him that she really felt nothing.

Whatever this thing was she had with Damon outshone anything she may have felt for Stefan.

"You weren't at school," he explained, "I...I just thought that..."

Annoyance flashed through her as Stefan's gaze shot behind her, searching.

She stepped outside, closing the door behind her, and crossed her arms.

"If you're going to ask, ask."

It was clear what she meant, and Stefan sighed, "I don't have to ask. I can smell him all over you. I know he's here."

"And you came anyway?"

His jaw set, "I care about you Elena. And even if I didn't love you, you're still too good for him."

"That's a matter of opinion, Stefan. I remember things. I remember you having us killed. I remember loving him...I do love him."

"Elena, listen to me. Damon is a monster. He'll use you to get what he wants and-"

"And what?" She snapped, "Lie to me? Pretend to be something he isn't? News flash, he's never done either of those. Damon had been nothing but honest with me, though I can't say the same for you!"

"I'm trying to protect you!" He said in a harsh whisper, "You're unable to stand against his influence. Whatever Damon wants somehow always ends up given him, and it won't be long before he wants to kill. Before he wants blood. What are you going to do then? Let him? Help him?"

"Stop!" Elena demanded, "I'm still me, Stefan. I'm not going to kill anyone."

"Elena, you don't even know who you is. This is exactly how he does it. Gets you to trust him so he can get his claws into you, then it's too late. He wants everyone to be as bad as he is, and he won't stop."

Elena ran a hand down her face.

This was getting them nowhere.

She cared about Stefan, she did, but Damon...Damon was everything now.

Still, what she had said was true.

She wasn't a murderer; she wasn't evil.

She didn't believe Damon was either though. Not evil.

She had seen him smile, had felt the intensity of which he loved her.

That had to come from somewhere good.

"Damon is trying to figure this out as much as I am," she told him, "I'm not naive, Stefan. I know he's planning something, after he restores my memory. But I also know that I won't be able to understand what I'm feeling until I get them back. Until I do know who I am, or who I am now. I have to know. So please, trust me."

"I want to, Elena," he said earnestly, "But if you've let him in this far, I don't know that he won't change your mind again. You've already let him into your bed, how much more-"

"No, nothing happened," she defended, "Last night...it wasn't like that. I didn't sleep with him."

"But you want to," Stefan reasoned, "I can smell the desire in your blood, I can feel it. And it's only a matter of time before Damon gets his way there too."

She shook her head, "Look, I don't know what you expect from me. I'm doing the best I can here, and tonight, I'm hoping the rest of the puzzle pieces will fall into place. Until then, I can't talk to you about this. About Damon. Because it's getting nowhere, and I don't even know what our points are. So can we wait?"

"If we wait, it'll be too late. You can bet that Damon knows what he's doing. He has a plan. You both did. And God help us all if he pulls it off."

Elena bit her lip, "Just go, Stefan. Please."

He eyed her for a second, then shook his head, "Fine. But try to remember this life, okay? When your past is shoved down your throat, try to remember why you care about human life at all."

Then he was gone.

Elena blinked, then sighed.

"That was interesting," Damon stated, as she walked through the door.

He had moved from the couch to the kitchen, where something was now cooking.

"You heard?" She asked, walking through the living room.

"I know a spell," he admitted.

She smirked, "Of course you do...but it's not good, is it? To use all that magic?"

"I have a stock in my cabin," he admitted, adding something to a pan.

Elena realized he was making pancakes.

"A stock?"

He nodded, "Of blood. Do you prefer blueberries or chocolate chip?"

She stared at him, "Blueberry...more blood?"

He sighed, "It's from the same witch that I told you about. I haven't killed anyone else."

She didn't feel relief, "But you will. Whatever your plan is in bringing Aurelia back...that's going to require a lot of magic."

He nodded, "When the time comes."

She grit her teeth, "You can't expect me to be okay with that."

He flipped the pancake, "I don't expect anything, Elena. Once your memories are returned this will all be pointless.

You will remember the plan and why we so desperately needed it."

"I thought the plan was for us to be together? I'm getting my memory back tonight, mission accomplished. Why does anyone else have to die?"

Damon moved the pancakes onto a plate and looked at her, "Don't tell me that you're letting my brother get to you. His morality compass is beyond broken, and since turning, he's probably taken more lives than the two of us combined. Not that he'd admit it. All the energy he wastes trying to be good, when he could embrace what he is instead, and have a little fun."

"Killing people isn't fun, Damon," Elena pushed.

He smirked, "It is if you're good at it."

She groaned, "I don't want to live like this. I don't want to be this!"

"You already are this," he assured her, "You just don't remember. But tonight, that changes. Tonight, we get you back."

He kissed her head and placed the plate in front of her, "Now eat up. We have a lot to do, before tonight."

Mostly dialogue, but important lol.

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