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A/N: This chapter was a fun and difficult one to write as it is 100% original content! I have to admit that some of it went to plan and some of it didn't, especially the fact that there is way more smut than I was planning... This is one of those chapters that I feel just encapsulates what fanfic is, smut and fluff and just characters having a good time. I kept the chapter title as it felt quite amusing, an original chapter titled the Originals, probably just me who gets the humour! Hopefully you all enjoy it!

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We drove for hours, sometimes in silence, sometimes with the music blaring. I sat with my legs stretched out across Damon's lap as I stared out at the highway in front of us. We stopped off only to feed, venturing into the cities we passed. We stayed on the outskirts, feeding on anyone who was unfortunate enough to walking in the area. Oh, we didn't kill them. Leaving a trail of bodies would only cause problems for us.

Quite often, oh, who am I kidding, practically all of the time, the thrill of the hunt led to us fucking, hard and fast on the Camaro, in the Camaro, against the alley wall. Blood would be smeared on my neck as my boyfriend groaned into it, my legs wrapped around his hips, my panties in his pocket, our victim on the ground behind us. Far too often, my dress was stained with blood. To the point where I often just wore one of Damon's shirts with a belt.

We haunted the interstates, driving south, but with no real destination in mind. Our only goal was to avoid home. Without the judging eyes of Caroline and Stefan and Alaric and those back home, I could see Damon relaxing. He laughed more, joining me in feeding. His only rule was to leave our victims alive, but aside from that, he shed the confines of Mystic Falls. He taught me how to hunt, how to make the feed pleasurable for the human and how better compulsion techniques. He taught me how to be a better vampire. And each time I laid in his arms, after we had fucked out the endorphins from our latest feed, I regretted returning to Mystic Falls after I turned. This could have been my life. No worrying about a stupid cure, no worrying about being judged from those back home, no worrying about hurting my family.

The moments when we returned to the car, driving to the next city, following the interstate south, were among the most peaceful. We watched the sun rise and fall. We watched as people drove past us, families travelling together, single drivers struggling with life, couples sharing secret smiles. Humans going about their daily lives, completely and blissfully unaware of the monsters among them. It was an ignorance than I sometimes missed. But it was never to be my life. Even if my parents had lived and the Salvatores' had never returned to town, I would never have had a normal life. Either my parents would have taught us about vampires, inducting us onto the Council, or Klaus would have come for my sister, killing everyone in his way.

When my mind became too much, the thoughts consuming everything, even with my humanity gone, I continued to overthink, unable to switch my mind off without a distraction, I steadily made my way through the blood bags that we kept in the cooler on the backseat. Satiating my non-existent hunger helped to keep those thoughts at bay until we arrived in the next city, until we found out next hunt.

We kept our phones on silent, content to avoid the drama back home. Oh, we checked them every now and then, looking to see how many disapproving messages we had. I knew for a fact that Stefan was not happy with us leaving town. But I didn't care. I was fed up with playing nice and it was only because I had a boyfriend would just take me out of town, destination unknown, that he still had a tongue. Of course, with sweet April Young being a new vampire, he now had something to keep him occupied that wasn't saving my soul from eternal damnation. Well, what remained of it.

A part of me did feel bad for turning the girl and then just abandoning her. But she was better of being taught all thing vampirism by Caroline and Stefan. I would not have been a good teacher. I only turned her to make a point and that was it. I was surprised that she completed the transition, but the kid was a lot stronger than I gave her credit for.

So I tried not to think about April Young and her new status. Instead, I just focused on the now. On the hunt. On the feed. On the feel of Damon's cock as it dragged inside of me. On the way that he fed on me and the way that I fed on him. I focused on what I could control and ignored everything else. I revelled in the now, on the sweet taste of blood on my tongue and on the way that my boyfriend found that sensitive spot on my neck. And I forgot about everything else.

It wasn't until we had been gone for about a day that I checked my messages from the pious pair back home. There were a lot of messages berating me for turning April. Some of them telling me to come back and fulfil my responsibilities as her maker and teach her how to be a vampire, to get her through this without her hurting anyone. But I marked them as read and ignored them. I knew that even if I was inclined to teach April how to be a vampire, the other two would disagree on my lessons. They would berate me and tell me that I was teaching her wrong. Because they didn't understand how to enjoy this. Even Caroline, who was able to feed on a human without ripping their head off, didn't know how to enjoy being a vampire. They saw that enjoyment as being evil. Which was why I could never trust them not to shove the cure down my throat, to not torture me until a speck of humanity forced its way past my walls. They would take my choice away, even if they declared to be doing what was best for me. What they thought was best for me.

And that was why, when it was in the early hours of the morning and I was riding Damon's cock, my hands gripping onto the drivers seat of the Camaro, I didn't feel guilty for leaving town. I did what was right for me. and there was no way that I would feel an ounce of guilt for that.

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We hadn't long left Charleston when Damon finally answered the phone to his brother. Stefan had been repeatedly calling for the past hour and it was clear that he was not going to stop. We had only been gone a couple of days by this point. Barely any time in the grand scheme of things.

Damon had pulled over into a nearby truck stop, parking the car deep into the woods, ready for Stefan's next call. While my boyfriend learnt against the front of the car, I changed into a new dress. The one that I had been wearing was covered in the blood of my victims. We had been particularly insatiable in Charleston, feeding on more people than normal. And because of the resulting sex, my dress was covered in more blood than normal. So I took advantage of the privacy of the trees to change.

I could feel Damon's eyes on me as I stripped down to my bra and panties, throwing my ruined dress in the trunk of the car. When I bent over to search through my bag for a new dress, I heard the unmistakeable sound of vampire speed before a firm body pressed up behind me. I rolled my eyes as Damon's hips settled against my ass, his fingers stroking a line down my spine. His phone dropped into the trunk as his free hand came up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple over the lacy fabric of my bra. His touch immediately had my body craving more, a feeling that was shared, judging from the erection that I could feel pressing against my ass.

"You know that your brother is going to call any minute, now, right?" I breathed out as the hand on my back slowly moved around my hip, his nails lightly scratching my skin, before finding the line of my panties. Instead of moving under the thin fabric, his fingers lightly stroked me over the lace. My legs shifted slightly, opening wider, as he slowly increased the pressure on my clit. My boyfriend's other hand moved the fabric of my bra out of the way as he hummed, his lips brushing against my shoulder.

As he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, his phone buzzed in front of us, vibrating madly against the surface of the trunk. I let out a groan at the sight of Stefan's name, especially when Damon's hand left my boob to pick up the call. But as he did so, his other hand slipped beneath my panties. My breath hitched at the feel of his skin against mine, especially when he easily slipped two fingers inside of me, his thumb continuing to circle my clit.

"Brother," Damon hummed as I covered my mouth with a hand, relying only on one arm to hold me up. "Don't make me regret picking up."

"Katherine dropped by the Boarding House," the younger Salvatore said, wisely taking his brothers advise and skipping the lecture. "Apparently she followed us back to Mystic Falls."

"Hm, and what does the traitorous bitch want now?" my boyfriend asked, crooking his fingers just right. I bit my fingers, doing my best to muffle a groan as he continuously rubbed against that special spot that made me see stars.

"Klaus has apparently left town for good," Stefan replied, although I could barely focus on his voice. I could feel my orgasm building as Damon used all of his knowledge of my body to quick bring me to that edge of pleasure. My legs shook beneath me and only sheer stubbornness kept me on my feet.

"What do you mean, he's left Mystic Falls for good?" Damon frowned as he pressed his hips against mine, holding me against the car as my body shook. The little shit was keeping me on the edge, keeping that coil tight, keeping my body burning with pleasure.

"I don't know, all Katherine said was that Hayley was responsible for him leaving. When are you coming back? This is getting ridiculous, Damon, you need to bring Alexa back to-"

"Hm, interesting," my boyfriend interrupted his brother. "Bye now."

He hung up the call, throwing his phone onto my bag before increasing the pleasure on my clit. The sudden increase caused that coil to snap and I came hard. With Stefan no longer on the phone, I didn't have to worry about my volume. I moaned out Damon's name as he kept his fingers moving, prolonging the pleasure. My upper body collapsed into the trunk of the car as Damon removed his fingers, humming as he did so, "I do love it when you make that noise."

I was barely aware of my boyfriend unzipping his jeans before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. And despite the shaking in my legs, I pressed back against him, letting out a high whine as his cock slowly entered me. My slowly fading orgasm returned with a vengeance at the feeling of being so full. Damon let out a moan against my shoulder as he slowly thrusted, pulling all the way out before going all the way back in. The constant drag against the sensitive spot had my eyes rolling back, as I hovered just on the edge of my orgasm. But my boyfriend didn't let me cum, not yet. He managed to keep me on the edge, building both of our pleasure. His fingers dug into my skin as my hands clenched into fists, pressing hard against the trunk of the car.

I felt Damon's fangs scrape against my shoulder just as his thumb pressed against my clit. That simple movement had my orgasm crashing over me. I moaned out Damon's name as his fangs sank into my skin. His grip tightened as he came, pressing our hips against the edge of the car. I slowly relaxed as Damon retracted his fangs. I could feel his smirk against his skin as he licked away the blood that dripped down my back, "Hm, I really do love it when you make that noise."

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We continued to drive south, staying off the interstate and instead driving between towns. We fed and fucked and relaxed. Looking only for the next feed as we travelled down the East Coast. We had no particular destination in mind, just that we wanted to drive south. I knew that we would eventually run out of south, but that was a problem for another time.

It had been a couple of days since Stefan's phone call, the last time that we had spoken to anyone from Mystic Falls, and we had found ourselves in Jacksonville. Florida was never our aim, but since it was the southern part of the East Coast, it was probably inevitable that we would end up there.

We sat in a bar near the edge of town, just watching the locals, when Damon sighed into my hair, "I do wish that we had gone west instead of south."

"Its not too late," I shrugged, tucked under my boyfriend's arm, my legs stretched out, feet resting on the other side of the booth. "We can still leave and go west if you want."

"Hm, it is a tempting thought," my companion hummed, his gaze fixed on a group of young women laughing by the bar. "Unless you have a burning desire to complete your little tour of the East Coast."

"We can always follow the coast round," I followed his gaze, wondering how many of the girls he was planning on feeding from. Groups were always harder to deal with, unless you got them very drunk. Then compelling them and feeding from them was pretty easy. And these girls looked like they were on their way to getting drunk. "See how far we get before your brother inevitably calls again."

"What makes you think that Stefan will be the one to reach out? And no Jeremy or Jenna?"

"Because my family are currently Disappointed in me," I rolled my eyes as Damon's hand slowly slid down my arm, stroking the side of my boob. "They won't reach out until Jenna's baby is on its way. And even then, I'm not 100% sure that they will."

"That sucks," my brother sympathised, his hand landing on my inner thigh, stroking the bare skin. "How about I help you take your mind off of it?"

"What did you have in mind?" I raised an eyebrow when Damon gave me a wink before gently moving my head, drawing my attention back to the drunk college girls. They were doing shots, giggling loudly after each one. "Ah, are you hungry, my love?"

"Well, I have realised that I have been remiss in my boyfriend duties, you haven't had the fun of a group of compelled, drunk people, fighting each other for your attention."

"Well, now is your opportunity to fix that," I shifted in my seat to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Let's go have some fun."

Damon gave me a deliciously evil smirk before sliding out of the booth. I shuffled to the edge of the seat, watching as he sauntered over to the girls. It took barely any effort for them to be shoving shot glasses into his hands. They clamoured around him, each of the drunk girls trying to get his attention. It would have been funny if it wasn't for the jealously burning deep within me. Damon was mine and apparently I wasn't in the mood to share him.

I finished the drink in front of me, enjoying the warmth of the whiskey, before getting up to approach the bar, empty glass in hand. I stood next to the girl on the edge of the group, giving her a smile when she glanced around, sensing my presence. She gave me a slightly too wide smile back, her breath smelling of booze. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and I knew that she would be my way into the little gang.

I glanced over her shoulder to see Damon resting his hands on one of the girl's shoulders, his gaze fixed upon hers. From the jerky way that she nodded, I could tell that he was compelling her. With the others distracted by the latest round of shots that had just appeared on the bar, I felt no worry when I gently caught my girl's chin. Her blonde hair swished around her face as she looked at me. I kept my grip on her chin as I compelled her, "You will not panic, you will not be scared. You will do what I say and then, when I released you, you will forget everything that has happened."

The girl numbly repeated my words before smiling wildly and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. She turned around, stumbling in her heels, resting more of her weight against me as she beamed at the other girls, "Hey! Meet my friend…" she trailed off before blinking over at me. I helpfully supplied my name and she smiled again, "She's going to party with us."

"So, where are you ladies off to next?" I asked, glancing over at Damon as he returned to my side. The girl he had compelled, a redhead with a bad dye job, leaning against the bar, smiling at her friends.

"There's a club not too far from here," the loudest member of the group answered, flopping her arm in the direction of the door. "We're hoping that we can get in there."

"Oh, if you're coming with us, then you don't need to worry about getting in," I smirked, giving my blonde a wink. The girl giggled, grabbing my hand.

"Well, come on then, let's get going."

I glanced up at my boyfriend before shrugging, allowing the girl to lead me from the bar. The others followed, stumbling in their heels, leaning against each other and laughing. While getting to the club was a chore, getting them inside was not. The bouncer didn't seem to care about looking at their IDs, he just waved them inside before returning to his phone. It was quite amusing, really, because it was clear that they didn't quite look of age to be drinking. But he didn't care.

The club was emptier than I was expecting but the dark lighting and loud music made it easy for us to compel the rest of the girls. They bent to our will, wanting only to please us. It was a nice feeling, having them clamour for our attention. We fed from them at will, sampling each girl as we danced to the too loud music. My blonde kept returning to my side, desperate for my attention, even as the other girls danced around us. I indulged her where I could, making sure not to drink too much from her. I was reluctantly fond of the girl; she had a touch of innocence to her. And every time she saw my monstrous face, she just reached out to trace the veins beneath my eyes before tilting her head to the side. And despite the compulsion controlling her mind, the simple sign of trust had my breath catching each time.

Once we were done with the girls, we released them from our compulsion, making sure that they had forgotten everything, before calling them a taxi. After the last girl fell inside, giggling tiredly, I tried to remove the image of trusting blue eyes from my mind. It helped that Damon immediately sped us from the road and into the nearby alley.

My panties were quickly pushed down my legs, disappearing into Damon's pocket, before my boyfriend was pushing me against the wall. His mouth found its way to that spot beneath my neck while his thumb landed on my clit. I tilted my head back, letting out a groan as his fingers entered me, curling to hit that sensitive spot straight away. While my boyfriend was determined to ruin my composure, I wanted to do the same to him. I quickly unbuckled his belt, making quick work of his zipper before my hand was wrapped around his cock. Damon groaned into my neck as I stroked him, quick and firm, keen to drive him as insane as he was driving me.

It must have been working because Damon soon removed his fingers, smirking at the noise that I made, before encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. His cock quickly found my entrance and we both moaned as he entered me.

It was quick and messy, our mouths clashing as he thrusted, short and sharp. I clung onto his shoulders, sucking marks of my own onto his neck, as Damon let out a long groan. My feet dug into his ass as he soon brought us to the edge. I sank my fangs into my boyfriend's neck when I came, greedily drinking his blood as he soon followed me over the edge into pleasurable oblivion.

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It took us another day to arrive in Miami. We partied our way down the coast, feeding indiscriminately before arriving at Miami Beach. Damon compelled us a room in a hotel right on the beach front. I was able to stand on our balcony and just stare out across the ocean. It was a fascinating sight. There was something relaxing about it. The steady, constant movement. The way that the sun sparkled on the waves. My parents never really travelled when we were growing up, instead keeping us close to home. A part of me wondered if it was because of Elena. If Mikael's arrival in town, revealing my sister's identity as a doppelganger, caused them to stay where they thought they would be safe.

I was content to stare at the sea while we waited for night to fall. Hunting was always more fun at night and we thought that we might as well enjoy the nightlife that the city had to offer. Until then, why not relax. There was nothing to do except enjoy the peace. And peace wasn't really something that I was used to. The past couple of years had been practically non-stop. So to be able to just stand and stare at the ocean was a gift that I intended to enjoy.

"Hm, what are you thinking?" my boyfriend hummed, his hands resting on my hips as he joined me on the balcony. His body settled against mine and I leant back against him.

"I've never seen the ocean like this before," I sighed as Damon's arms moved to wrap around me. "Not in person, not when I can just stand and stare at it. It's… peaceful. More peaceful than I thought it would be. I like it."

"Well, we can stay by the beach if you like," Damon offered, resting his head against mine. "There's nothing that says that we have to leave. There are enough people in Miami that we can stay here and feed as much as we want without worry. And it's not the worst city in Florida to stay in."

"I appreciate it," I rested my arms on his before laughing at the sun that reflected off of our daylight rings. "Although it is weird seeing you by the beach. I thought vampires liked to avoid sunny areas."

"An outdated stereotype," my boyfriend rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "I quite like being by the beach. The people are a lot more relaxed."

"And relaxed people are easier to eat," I nodded before turning around in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck. "So, tell me, baby, what entertainment will you find in this city?"

"No entertainment will be as fine as the sight in front of me," Damon gave me a wink before looking down, smirking as my dress revealed more of my cleavage than it hid. His head dipped down, pressing his lips against mine as he kept a firm grip on my hips. The kiss was slower than I expected, more sensual, as he devoured my lips in the most intimate way possible. I gasped against his lips as he gently nipped them before moving to kiss my jaw, one hand moving to trace up my body, resting on the top button of my dress. When his lips moved to my neck, sucking patterns into the skin, he slowly undid that button. His finger dipped beneath the fabric, gently stroking what had been revealed, before it trailed down my body to the next button. My head dropped back, my hair hanging, as his lips followed his fingers. He kissed and sucked on the skin that was revealed, slowly moving down my body. His touch left a line of electricity down my body, leading all the way to my core.

Once the last button was undone, Damon flicked my dress open, revealing everything. On his knees, he growled deep in his chest, as his fingers hooked into the edge of my panties. Kisses dotted my thighs as the lace was slowly dragged down my legs. I reached back to grab the edge of the balcony as Damon nudge my legs apart. I could feel his breath against my core as he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. He pressed kisses against my inner thighs, lightly nibbling the skin, ignoring the one place that I needed him most.

This was a game of power and pride. Neither of us wanted to break first. My hands clenched into fists as my core throbbed. Damon's grip on my thighs grew tight as his fangs scrapped against my skin. I didn't want to give in, but as my boyfriend breathed out, his breath hitting my core, my composure deserted me, "Day, please."

"As you wish," Damon murmured, smirking against my skin before his tongue flicked my clit. I couldn't hold back the gasp before he started sucking, his tongue swirling around my clit, giving it the occasional flick. He lavished it with attention, the pure pleasure causing my legs to shake. I leant more of my weight against the balcony wall behind me as his tongue moved to dip inside of me.

My legs shook as Damon thoroughly took me apart. He licked and sucked at my clit, two fingers curling inside of me. He took me to the edge before he kept me hovering, not giving what I needed to fall over the edge into oblivion. And he knew that. He kept the pressure just a touch too light, he brushed against the sensitive spot when I grew too close to the edge, giving it the softest of touches, instead of what I needed. He kept me dancing until I reached a level of desperation where I begged for my pleasure. My chest heaved as I clung onto his hair, tugging as I begged him to let me cum. And when my voice reached a certain pitch, he gave me what I needed.

His thumb replaced his tongue as I felt his fangs scrape against my inner thigh. The moment his fangs sank into my flesh, he gave me the pressure that I needed. When mixed with that sharp pain, it was enough to make me fall over the edge, gasping out my boyfriend's name as my eyes rolled back, my legs turning to jelly.

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We explored the clubs on Miami Beach at first, compelling our way inside. Not that it was particularly hard. One look at my cleavage generally got us inside, compulsion just made sure that they didn't remember us. Anonymity was our friend. It meant that we could do whatever we wanted without worrying about being found out. We could feed at will and still return the next night. It meant that we didn't need to worry about leaving town earlier than we intended.

The music echoed around the room, the beats reverberating through my body. I could feel it in my bones, in my soul. It almost consumed me, taking over my mind. The words blurred into one, but the beat, the beat stayed. Lights flashed around us, illuminating the darkness, revealing the bodies grinding on the dancefloor.

Damon led me to the bar, settling me on a stool before standing behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, his fingers stroking my side as he ordered drinks. While he did so, I continued to watch the crowd with hungry eyes. I looked for any weak links, for anyone who would be easy to feed from. Those who desired attention, the drunk ones, the lonely ones. All of them would be my feast.

I downed the shot that my boyfriend passed me, licking a drop of tequila from my lips, before accepting a glass of whiskey. Damon continued to stand behind me, arm wrapped around me, his body pressed in close, as he rested his chin on my head, following my gaze into the crowd. I tapped my nails against the glass, wondering if it was time to get feeding, when Damon's lips brushed against my ear, "Who do you want first?"

"Hmm, there's just so much choice," I shifted slightly so that I could look up at him. My boyfriend's eyes were dark but I could see the excitement in that gaze. Even with our little hunts on our journey down the coast, it had been a while since we had done something like this. There was something different about hunting in an atmosphere like this. Picking your prey in the darkness. The music pounding, echoing in your bones. I could barely contain my own excitement, my hands tapping my thighs, my hair swishing against my shoulders as I continued to scan the partying crowd.

"Well, I might recommend him," Damon subtly pointed at a guy near the edge of the crowd. He looked in his early twenties, light brown hair and dark eyes. "He keeps looking over at you. Admiring you. Daring to stare at what is mine." My boyfriend's voice settled into a growl at the end, his grip tightening slightly. "He'll be putty in your hands, baby."

"Are you sure that you don't want to eat him?" I snorted, shaking my head before sliding off my stool. I made eye contact with my admirer, slowly downing my drink, licking my lips as I placed my glass to the side. As I moved, Damon's hand slid down my back, briefing resting on my ass before I approached my watcher. I sashayed my hips, running my hand through my hair before giving him a wink. That immediately got a reaction. Mr admirer turned his body to face me properly as I came to a stop in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips as we begun to dance to the music.

I could feel Damon's eyes on us as I wrapped my arms around the man's shoulders. I could hear his excitement, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He muttered words into the music, but I didn't care enough to pay attention. I just focused on my boyfriend's watchful gaze, moving my hips as I tangled my fingers in my victim's hair. Just as his fingers moved to cup my ass, I used my grip on his hair to yank his head back. I rested my lips against his neck as my face changed. The man's heartbeat quickened, this time in fear. I couldn't hide my smirk as I scrapped my fangs against his skin before tilting my head back, forcing him to meet my gaze.

I compelled him not to scream before sinking my fangs into his neck. His grip on my tightened before he tried to push me off. But nothing was going to stop me from feeding. Not even Damon appearing behind him. My boyfriend rested his hand on mine before sinking his own fangs into the man's neck. I pulled back, watching through amused eyes as Damon took his jealousy out on my watcher. Oh, he wasn't going to kill him. He was just making a point. I was his, just as much as he was mine. And neither of us appreciated people admiring what was ours.

So I let Damon feed from him, compel him, muttering instructions into his ear. I didn't listen to what was said, content to let my boyfriend indulge his possessive fantasies while I fed on the girl next to me. His jealousy was quite sexy. He didn't show it often, not really. But when he did, it made me shiver.

When my boyfriend was finished, my former admirer stumbling his way off the dancefloor, I gave him a smirk. Damon rolled his eyes before pulling me into a kiss. He licked his way into my mouth, groaning slightly as he tasted the blood on my tongue. I just clung onto him, my fingers digging into his ass as I proved to the woman admiring him that he was mine. And I wasn't going to play nice if anyone made a move.

I knew that Damon could tell that I was having my own possessive moment, from the way his lips curled into a smirk against mine. He pulled back slightly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before whispering against my lips, "You can go rip their throats out if you want. I won't judge."

"I'd rather do this," I purred, reaching down to cup his cock through his jeans, enjoying the small groan that escaped his lips.

XXX

We made it to the third club before we gave into our urges. In a bathroom, of all places. But with the music pounding outside, still drowning out the noises from inside the toilets, we didn't need to care about the noises that we made. And there were a lot of them.

Damon's back rested against the cubicle door as I licked the tip of his cock. His fingers were tangled in my hair as I teased him. My hands cupped his balls, gently fondling them as I slowly licked and sucked at the tip of his cock. He had done his best to tease me, flirting with all of the girls that leered at him. And I was determined to make him pay for that.

I gently wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping up and down. I didn't move much, just enough to stimulate him while I closed my lips around the head of his cock. Damon's moans were loud, chanting my name as I hollowed my cheeks, taking his down to the base. His hands tugged on my hair, begging me to move. And I did. But a lot slower than he would have liked.

I continued to tease him, giving him enough pressure to stimulate him but not enough to make him cum. He continued to breathe out my name, tugging on my hair when I paused just a moment too long. I enjoyed the power that I had over him. He would do whatever I wanted, just to get me to suck him to completion. He would do anything to cum. And I was almost tempted to find out what.

But I could feel my own body growing excited. Having Damon at my mercy was apparently quite a turn on. And I would definitely take advantage of that vampire stamina. So I increased my movements, using all my knowledge of his body to bring him to the edge. I was almost tempted to keep him there, but I decided to take pity on him. Damon moaned out my name as he came, his head thudding back against the door as he came apart. I smirked against his skin as I pressed a kiss to his thigh.

My boyfriend switched his grip from my hair to my arms, pulling me up. He spun me around, my back pressing against the door before his lips settled on my neck. He sucked on that spot beneath my neck as his fingers danced along the hem of my dress, drawing patterns on my thighs. I knew what he was doing. Damon was always one to get revenge for being teased. And I knew that he wouldn't go easy on me. Especially when his fangs scrapped along my skin.

It wasn't until I murmured his name, barely audible over the music, that he took pity on me. He quickly pushed my panties out of the way before his thumb settled on my clit, fingers circling my entrance. I clung onto his shoulders, tilting my head further back to give him more access to my neck.

I let out a moan as his fingers slowly entered me, curling up to find that spot that made me see stars. And I just clung onto his shoulders, my mind swimming with pleasure as he moved quickly, confidently. Using all of his knowledge of my body to bring me to the edge. And as he did so, I heard the door open again. I bit my lip, swallowing back the moans that longed to break free. Especially when Damon focussed only on that magical spot, his lips curling into a smirk against my neck.

The girl went about her business, completely oblivious to my rapidly approaching orgasm. I gripped onto the edge of the cubicle, the wood creaking at the strength of my grip. Damon's fangs scraped against my skin before sinking into my neck at the same time as his thumb pressed against my clit just right. It was enough to make me cum, and I came hard. My eyes rolled back as my body shook at the strength of my orgasm. I barely held back my moans, but I was sure that the girl heard something, as she paused just before she left the room. But I was barely even aware of her presence anymore. Instead of taking pity on me, my boyfriend kept my orgasm going. The pleasure grew and grew, my body growing sensitive.

Damon retracted his fangs from my neck, winking at me, his lips covered in my blood, before he dipped his head back down. His tongue traced the blood that dripped down my blood, licking it clean before he gently bit my erect nipple. It was enough to released the moan that had been building up, before I begged my boyfriend for mercy, just as I heard the bathroom door close. Well damn, I thought she had already left.

There must have been something in my voice that convinced Damon to show me pity, as he slowly removed his fingers, looking me in the eye as he licked them clean. I rested a hand on my chest as I rolled my eyes, "You did that on purpose."

"You loved it," my boyfriend smirked, before he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine. His fingers stroked my thigh before lifting it. I did as encouraged, wrapping my leg around his hips as he rocked forward. His erection pressed against my sensitive core and I could feel every inch of him.

It didn't take long for my panties to disappear into his pocket, his cock pressing against my entrance. I let out a loud groan as he slid inside, my sensitive body burning pleasantly as he dragged against that magic spot. It was enough to kickstart my fading orgasm. I quickly approached the edge again, my head thudding back against the door behind me as Damon thrusted, short and sharp. He repeatedly dragged against the sensitive spot, driving me over the edge. I vaguely heard a crack as I came, my eyes rolling back at the intensity of it all. Damon groaned against my neck as he followed me into blissful pleasure, his fingers digging into my ass. And as we caught our breath, I couldn't help but look at the chunk of wood that I had broken off of the cubicle door to the side. I mean, I wasn't surprised. It was definitely that kind of sex.

XXX

Just before the sun started to rise, I stood on the beach, my pumps in hand, my toes digging into the sand as I stared out across the sea. The cool water of the sea lapped against my feet as the breeze swirled around me, my hair swaying against my shoulders. I continued to stare into the water, watching the dark water move, until a hand landed on my shoulder.

I glanced to the side to see Damon watching me with careful eyes. He carefully took my shoes from my hand, dropping them into the sand behind us, before cupping my face with one hand. His thumb stroked my cheekbone before he murmured, "What's going on in that head of yours?"

I had grown pensive, as the sunrise steadily approached. There was something about a new day that shook me. It was another reminder of what I had failed to accomplished, the promises that I had broken. I could forget when we were in the nightclubs, when we were hunting, when we were fucking. But in those moments of peace, I couldn't hide. I couldn't pretend that those cracks in the wall around my humanity didn't exist. I couldn't pretend that I was truly a monster. I had tried so hard to keep my humanity at bay, to do so many horrible things that I wouldn't want to turn it back on. Oh, I knew that I had an obligation to. I had always said that I would turn it back on once Elena was alive again. But after everything that I had done, especially what I had done to April, I didn't know if I wanted to turn it back on. It was so much easier like this. I didn't have to worry about burying my vampire instincts.

"Humanity is such a weird concept," I sighed into the night air. "We are vampires, a completely different species, and yet, it is our humanity that defines us. We live our lives being judged by human morals, even judging ourselves by those same morals. We must turn it off in order to do what is natural for a vampire. How does it even make sense?" Damon stepped closer to me, resting a hand on my back as he used the hand on my cheek to turn my head towards him. "I turned it off so that I could kill as many people as I needed in order to bring my sister back to life. Admittedly, someone else killed those people for me, so it didn't quite work out how I expected it to. But since turning it off, I've been able to embrace those darker instincts, that darker side of being a vampire. I've been able to do what was natural. And I like that. I haven't had this much fun in so long. It's been just what I needed without even realising."

"What got you thinking about this?" my boyfriend asked , his voice soft as he looked at me with worried eyes. It was the first time that I had actually discussed my missing humanity, beyond insisting that I wouldn't turn it back on. I knew that he wasn't expecting me to discuss it, especially not in this moment, on the beach in Miami, after hunting our way through several clubs.

"Before we left town, there was a moment where I wanted to turn it back on," I admitted, keeping my gaze fixed on the sea. "And I realised that our relationship, it was a weakness. I saw your love for me in your gaze and I felt something crack inside of me. But I can't bare to give you up. My humanity is fighting its way back in and yet, I refuse to do what is needed to keep it gone."

"Oh Alexa," Damon sighed, pulling me closer, tucking me into his side. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his grip just slightly too tight. But I didn't care. I rested my head against his shoulder, turning my face into his neck. I meant what I said. I knew what the consequences of my humanity returning were, especially if it came back before I managed to bring my sister back to life. But I still couldn't give Damon up. "You should have said something sooner."

"It felt like a weakness," I shrugged as my boyfriend's fingers lightly traced patterns on my skin. He rested his chin on my head. "I know that I have been pretty adamant about not turning it back before Elena was back from the other side. Hell, even then, it was always pretty sketchy as to whether I would turn it back on. But I never expected that something else would try and get me to turn it back on."

"It can be like that," my boyfriend hummed as I curled my fingers into his shirt. "When I returned to Mystic Falls, I never intended to turn my humanity back on. And then, I met you. Somehow, you wormed your way into my heart, you challenged me and before I knew it, I could feel my humanity returning. It never works out how you expect it to, Ally."

"Seems only fair that you're worming your way past that wall to my humanity," I snorted as the sun started to peak over the horizon. "This doesn't mean that I'm going to turn it back on. It just means… hell, I don't know. I guess it means that I'm weaker than I thought I was."

"There's nothing weak about your relationship affecting you," Damon shook his head, brushing his lips against my skin. "It just means that we have something special."

"That something special is one of the few reasons why I didn't rip Stefan's spine out of his back."

"Instead, you just turned April Young into a vampire."

"Yeah, not my finest move, if I'm being honest. But I knew that it would get Stefan off my back and thus, keep him alive."

XXX

We slept most of the day, waking up early evening. It was too early to go hunting, but there were definitely other ways that we could entertain ourselves. Our room was blessed with a large mirror. It was supposed to be used to check out your outfit before heading out, but my creative boyfriend had found a different use for it.

One arm was curled back around his neck, other rested on the mirror in front of us. I could feel Damon's eyes on my naked body as his finger circled my nipple, not quite touching it, but it was still enough to make it erect. He was still clothed behind me, my body resting back against his. There was something about being naked in front of him like this, seeing myself in the mirror in front of him, that made my cheeks flush. It wasn't quite embarrassment, but there was a level of intimacy that I never expected.

Damon's eyes met mine in the mirror as his free hand moved from where had settled on my hip to just above my crotch. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin before slowly moving south. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of it, the way that my boyfriend's eyes darkened. Just before his fingers reached my core, he finally flicked my nipple with his other hand. He grabbed my boob, squeezing gently before rolling my nipples between his fingers.

While I was distracted, his other hand snuck down to exactly where I needed him to be. A finger settled on my clit, rubbing firm circles. The sudden pleasure caught me by surprise. I tightened my grip on him, resting more of my weight against his firm body while my fingers curled against the glass of the mirror.

Damon's lips curled into a smirk at my gasps of pleasure, before he removed his finger from my clit. Before I could let out more than a murmur of protest, he replaced his finger with the heel of his palm. The firm pressure was enough to have my head rolling back against his shoulder. My boyfriend's lips brushed against my cheek just before two of his fingers entered me, immediately curling to find that magic spot.

He played my body like a fiddle, watching each reaction in the mirror. At times, when I managed to meet his gaze in the mirror, the pure arousal in his eyes had my body flushing. Damon's hand moved from my nipple to my neck. He held me firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed red, my lips parted as I gasped out my pleasure. My boyfriend smirked, whispering in my ear, "Look at you, so perfect, so beautiful. And all mine."

His lips nipped my earlobe before moving down to my neck. He sucked on that sensitive spot beneath my neck, as his fingers picked up their pace. I saw his face change in the mirror, the veins rippling beneath his eyes as his fangs scrapped against my skin. My fingers curled into his hair as I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. And Damon didn't need a further invitation. His fangs sank into my skin just as the heel of his hand twisted against my clit, his fingers pressing against the magic spot just right.

My eyes rolled back as my orgasm hit me. My entire body shook as I clung onto Damon's shoulders. He kept his hand moving still as he drank his fill. I was so far gone, pleasure consuming my mind, that I didn't even realise that he had retracted his fangs until I was being leant forward. My other hand pressed against the mirror, as my forehead rested against the cool glass. I kept my eyes closed, my little huffs of breath fogging up the mirror. How my legs were supporting me, I didn't know. But they didn't have to do it alone for long.

Damon's hands rested against my hips, gripping them firmly as he nudged my legs further apart. I murmured his name, ending in a gasp as he suddenly thrusted inside of me. I moaned at the sudden feeling of fullness, lifting my head up to meet my boyfriend's gaze in the mirror. His hair was messed up from my earlier grip on it, his eyes dark with arousal. My blood still stained his lips, catching my attention as they curled up into a smirk. Damon gave me a wink before setting a brutal pace. His thrusts were sharp and quick, every inch of his cock dragging along my walls, hitting that special spot each time.

My hands curled into fists as my body burned with pleasure, my orgasm quickly returning. My head slumped forward, my hair sticking to the fog on the mirror. And I realised that from our position in front of the mirror, I could watch him fuck me. I stared as he entered me, as my body welcomed him. The sight made my body flush, my nipples hardened and my boyfriend leant forward, groaning into my ear, "Such an amazing sight. Look at you, Alexa, look at how you open up for me. All mine."

"Always yours," I gasped out, my gaze flicking up to meet his in the mirror before my orgasm hit me. I moaned out my boyfriend's name, not even caring about how loud I was, as my body shook. My head hit the mirror with a thud as I just kept gasping out Damon's name, practically incoherent. Damon kept going, his grip on my hips tightening as he sought his own release. He let out a low groan when he came, his head resting against my shoulder, holding my hips with a bruising grip. But he kept us both on our feet, and I would never be able to understand how he was able to do that. I was practically leaning against the mirror, my nipples brushing against the cool gasp, making my breath hitch each time.

Damon's hands slowly slid up my arms before they settled over mine on the mirror. His body pressed against mine, his forehead resting against my temple, before he whispered, "My perfect girl."

XXX

We eventually returned to the clubs, once our hunger began to outweigh our horniness. This time, instead of picking our prey from the bar, we just joined the dancefloor. It reminded me of our time at Whitmore, when I learned that I didn't need to be afraid of my mistakes. We danced, sometimes luring our victims to somewhere more private. Other times, we just fed from them on the dancefloor. The darkness and flashing lights hid our vampire faces, blocking our actions from sight.

As always, we overindulged, drinking more than we needed to, fucking out the high after. But it felt so good. I didn't need to drink just enough to satiate my hunger. I could drink as much as I wanted to without worrying about being judged. The booze filled blood indulged a high that I had forgotten, making my head go fuzzy. When combined with numerous shots, I was definitely not in the right frame of mind.

Which was probably how I ended up swimming naked in the ocean. It wasn't a well thought out plan. My dress and heels were just laying on the sand, fortunately they were far enough away from the sea that they wouldn't get wet. My bra and panties were a bit closer and I could just sense the waves soaking into the lacy fabric. But I didn't care. By this point, I would probably just return to the hotel without it, once the sun started to rise.

I stared up at the moon as the water lapped around my boobs. It was just warm enough to be comfortable, even if my nipples had hardened from the initial shock of it. The moonlight helped to enhance my superior eyesight, but it wasn't enough for a human to be able to spot me in the water. Not that there were many around. They were either sleeping soundly at home or partying in the clubs that we had left.

The moonlight helped me watch as my boyfriend stripped on the shore. He had shaken his head at first, looking less than thrilled by my actions. But I had sensed the admiring look as he watched my naked body walk into the water. I knew that, with his own superior eyesight, he could see the way the water framed my boobs, giving him a perfect view of them. It had apparently been enough to tempt him into the water with me, as he started to strip, leaving his clothes with mine.

I was not ashamed to admit that I was staring as Damon walked towards me, the moonlight shining on every gorgeous inch of his naked body. As he walked into the water, I stared hungrily at his magnificent cock before it disappeared beneath the water. It didn't take him long to reach me, immediately pulling me into his arms when he did.

I rested my hands on his shoulders as I stared up at the moon. My body pressed against Damon's, one of his thighs slotting between mine. I could feel his gaze on my boobs as I tilted my head back, the ends of my hair brushing against the water.

"There's just something so peaceful about being in the water," I sighed, closing my eyes. I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't let me fall back into the water. He would keep my body pressed against his, keeping me safe in his arms. "I regret not doing this a lot sooner."

"When we have to leave Mystic Falls for good," Damon hummed, one arm moving down to sit just below my ass. It meant that he was lifting me up slightly, my boobs leaving the water, giving him a better view. "Then I'll take you to somewhere by the sea. We can get a house, somewhere private, where you can swim naked if you want. Where you can just enjoy the peace of the water."

"Careful, Day, your romantic side is showing," I opened my eyes to give him a wink before moving to nuzzle his cheek. "I do like that idea though. Even if the thought of a vampire being by the beach still amuses me."

"It really isn't as funny as you think it is," my boyfriend rolled his eyes, shaking his head in amusement as I snorted.

"Damon, baby, vampires at the beach, under the sun, will never not be funny. Even if we buy a beach house and live there for a few centuries, it will always make me laugh."

"Then I suppose I'll have to get used to the bad jokes," Damon sighed dramatically, before leaning forward for a quick kiss, murmuring against my lips, "And they will never not be terrible."

"You just don't appreciate good humour," I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. My boyfriend raised his eyebrow at me but let my little dig go. He just continued to support me as I used my grip on him to lift myself up slightly, tilting my head back against as a cool breeze danced around us. I only became aware of the proximity of my boobs to Damon's face when he rested his head against them. I glanced down at him before resting one hand against his hair, pressing his head closer to my body. "God, I love how peaceful this is."

"I wish I didn't have to take you back to Mystic Falls," my boyfriend muttered into my skin, clutching me closer. "But keeping you away just isn't an option."

"I know, baby," I nodded, wrapping myself around him, pressing him closer, even though there was no more space to press. Damon was right, I couldn't stay away from home. Not only did I have to fulfil my promise to my family and bring Elena back to life, I couldn't truly abandon Jenna while she was pregnant. Hell, I even had to go back for April. I owed that girl, I really did, even if I didn't want to admit it out loud. And all of those threads, they tied back to the humanity that was trying to fight its way back into my soul.

XXX

6 weeks later…

I rolled over in bed, curling closer to Damon. My boyfriend wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. Outside, the sun was just beginning to set and soon, our day would begin. We had somehow stayed in Miami the past six weeks. We had managed to settle here. It had exactly what we needed, plenty of people to hide amongst and feed from, enough clubs for us to disappear into. Surprisingly, no one from home had tracked us down. I did expect someone to, especially around week 3 of us staying in the same place. But maybe Damon had ordered them not to. He had disappeared for phone calls a few times and I never asked what they were about.

We partied and explored the city, just thinking about nothing except where we would find our next meal. We even travelled down to Key West, spending a few nights on the different islands. It wasn't really planned. We just ended up driving that way, looking for our next meal. And then, once we did one island, we just kept going. We probably would have stayed there if it wasn't for the fact that less people meant that it would be harder to hunt. The big cities were just easier to hide in.

Damon's hand ran down my back, moving to cup my ass, encouraging me to wrap my leg around his hips. My lips twitched up into a smirk as my fingers traced the lines of his abs. We had also discovered that when there was no drama in our lives, we were fucking insatiable. We just couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was constant fucking and flirting and just holding each other. And I wouldn't have it any other way. It was just what I wanted from this little road trip. Time with my boyfriend, without worrying about anyone's views or judgements. I could tell that Damon enjoyed it too. Not that he cared about the others' views, but he was a lot more relaxed, willing to just sneak me off to a nearby room to fuck me hard and fast against the door. I don't know, maybe it helped that we didn't know anyone here. There was no one to make a snarky comment, no one to raise a judgemental eyebrow. And I really did dread the day that we had to return back to our home town. Because we couldn't continue this. There would be no midnight naked swims in the ocean. There would be no trawling the clubs, looking to dance and feed. Instead there would be drama and judgement. And people pushing me to turn my humanity back on.

During this time, I had managed to paper over the cracks in that wall around my humanity. It definitely helped that Damon wasn't urging me to consider turning it back on. He just told me that he loved me before pointing out someone that I could eat. And then fucking me afterwards.

We had just gotten back from exploring the nearby national parks. It was an excuse to just have fun with our superspeed and have outdoor sex. Sometimes, hunting people in the woods was a lot more fun than hunting them in the city. We didn't do it often, but it helped to switch things up. Especially when we had sex under the stars, surrounded my nature and silence. Sometimes we borrowed the tents of our victims, but most of the time, we just used the trees that surrounded us to fuck against.

Which was how we ending up fucking in the shower. My back was pressed against the cold tiles, my legs wrapped around Damon's hips as I gripped onto his shoulders. He held onto my ass, fingers digging into my skin, as he thrusted slowly, grinding his hips against mine. It was intimate and sensual and as my boyfriend's lips traced my collarbone, I couldn't stop his name falling from my lips.

My fingers tangled into his hair, pressing his face against my skin as he licked his way down my body to my nipples. My back arched as he sucked one into his mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts. My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as my eyes fluttered closed. I felt Damon smirk against my skin before he gently bit my nipple. I felt his face change before his fangs sank into the top of my breast. I moaned out his name just as a sharp thrust took my breath away. He set a brutal pace after that, hitting that magical spot each time, until I couldn't stop gasping out his name, my eyes rolling back as my orgasm crashed over me. Damon groaned against my skin, blood dripping down, mixing with the water pouring over us, as he came too.

It was how we woke up most evenings, having slept the day away. We either fucked on the bed or in the shower, and sometimes on the balcony. In a way, it helped bring us together. There was a sweet intimacy in spending so much time touching each other like that. Skin pressed against each other. Learning each other's bodies and then using that knowledge. The taste of each other's skin, each other's blood, the way that his body matched mine so perfectly. It made me regret not taking this time before. We should have disappeared and spent a weekend, a week, a month in a hotel room, building what we have, leaving marks on each other's bodies and souls.

We finished showering with each other, cleaning the other's body. It was something that I loved to do, washing away the previous day from Damon's skin. My fingers stroking those abs, massaging those strong thighs, running my fingers through his hair. It was another way of showing that he was mine. And he always would be. Whether I had my humanity on or not, Damon would be mine. And I would never let him go.

XXX

We were walking down the beach, the sun beginning to set in the sky behind us, hand in hand, when Damon froze in place. I glanced away from the girl that I had been eying up, debating if she should be my first victim of the night, and raised an eyebrow at my boyfriend. He held a finger to his lips before letting go of my hand, instead wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He held me tight against him as he looked around. I followed his gaze, staring out into the park beside us. While the streetlights illuminated most of it, there were still patches of darkness.

"What's wrong?" I breathed out before noticing a group of men beneath one of the trees. There was something about the way that they were watching us that made me tense. It was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on why it was wrong, just that I did not want to walk any closer to them. They just screamed trouble. And I really wasn't in the mood for trouble.

"Werewolves," Damon replied, his voice low as he stared at the group of men that I had noticed. His grip on me tightened as one of them stepped closer. There was something familiar about his face, but I couldn't place it. It was the same with the others. There was a familiarity that was just screaming at me, but I just couldn't work out why.

"Fucking werewolves," I muttered as I narrowed my eyes. It had been a long time since I had last dealt with werewolves. Hell, I was human the last time that it happened. I was weak, vulnerable. They could hurt me, even when it wasn't the full moon. But it was different now. I could fight back if they tried to hurt me, tried to hurt my boyfriend. And I would fight back. I would rip them apart if I needed to. "Think they will attack us? It isn't a full moon and they don't really have much of advantage without it."

"No, there's too many people around," my boyfriend shook his head as he turned us around, ushering me away from the wolf pack. "But they know that we are here now. It's only a matter of time before they do try to attack us."

"Did they seem familiar to you?" I frowned when Damon glanced over his shoulder to see if they were following us. They were, but at a distance. I was surprised that they had the balls to do so. Yeah, our species hated each other, but this felt different. It wasn't like we were harming them; they could have quite easily ignored us. The fact that they were following us was significant, I just couldn't work out why.

When my boyfriend just hummed, staring over his shoulder with narrowed eyes, I sighed. I stopped walking, turning around to cup Damon's face, going up on tip toes to nuzzle my nose against his, "Baby, stop worrying. We can deal with a few werewolves. It isn't a full moon and so, we have the advantage."

The werewolves weren't even waiting until the full moon. It was like they were being fuelled by something. They didn't want to risk us leaving before they could attack us. And yet, they wanted us to know that they were going to attack us. It had something to do with that familiarity, I just couldn't work out what. And it was very annoying. If I was going to rip some punks apart for attacking me and mine, then I wanted to know why they were going to die.

Damon shook his head, hands resting on my hips as he shifted me slightly, so that he could look at the pack over my shoulder. His body was tense, his jaw clenched as he continued to glare at the werewolves, "Every time we go somewhere, something always ruins it. All I wanted was for you to have some peace. And now a group of punk werewolves are going to ruin it."

"Oh Day, you're too sweet," I cooed, before smirking, a sharp look in my eyes. "But just think about how much fun we will have ripping them apart. I can make them scream for ruining our vacation. They will be begging for mercy before I'm done with them. Does that make you feel any better?"

My boyfriend just rolled his eyes, "You've been so good with not killing anyone that I had forgotten just how violent you could get like this. Fine, you can rip some werewolves apart, just promise me that you will be careful." He paused before adding, "And that you won't tell anyone back in Mystic Falls about this."

"I promise," I purred, nipping at his lower lip, my fingers tangling into his hair. Damon rolled his eyes but indulged me, giving me the kiss that I was searching for. I knew that it was fine to take our attention off the pests for a moment. My boyfriend was right when he said that they wouldn't attack us right now. Not only were there too many people around, they would want the element of surprise. It was the only advantage that they could have, but even then, it wouldn't do them any good. The only thing that would save them is a full moon and that was not going to happen. "Now, when do I get to kill them?"

"Well, I want to know why they are tracking us," Damon had his plan face on, a hard look in his eyes. I knew that he was pissed that these werewolves had interrupted our good time. He had worked so hard to make sure that our peace wasn't interrupted. And then this group of werewolves had rudely ruined all of that work. "So let's lure them somewhere quiet, where I can get some answers from them before you can have your fun."

"Sounds good to me," I shrugged. "Good thing I don't mind getting blood on this dress."

XXX

We took our time luring them somewhere quiet. I think a part of it was that Damon was reluctant to let me fight them. He clearly worried about me, which was sweet. Even if it was unnecessary. I could look after myself. I knew how to fight and I was more than capable of ripping apart a few werewolves. Especially since it wasn't a full moon. But I indulged him for a while. I didn't force him to move any quicker, I just imagined how I would make the werewolves pay for ruining my fun time.

Slowly, we led them south, all the way to South Pointe Park, taking a few detours on the way. While we didn't properly hunt, we did make sure to feed. Damon wanted us to have every advantage possible, especially since he was in a little freakout about me possibly getting hurt, and making sure that we were properly fed was an advantage. It meant that we could be at our strongest.

When we reached the woody area of the park, I leant back against a nearby tree, my arms crossed. My boyfriend stood in front of me, a hard look on his face as he stared at the approaching werewolves. Now that we were ready for a confrontation, I was able to properly study them.

There were 8 in total, all of them men. They were dressed in outdoor clothes, a mixture of flannel and combat. I could see stakes in some pockets, guns in hands, which almost definitely had wooden bullets in them. These guys had come prepared, ready to attack us. I didn't know if they were hunting vampires in general or if they were targeting us specifically. But either way, I would make them pay for it.

They came to a stop just in front of us, fanning out so that they were practically surrounding us. I sniffed, giving them an unimpressed look as they tried to look menacing. One of the werewolves stepped forward, a slightly older black man, and I assumed that he was the leader of the little pack. He glared at us before spitting out, "Vampires."

"What do you want?" Damon asked, his hands clenched into fists as he looked around the pack. But there was a cocky look on his face. Despite his concern for my safety, I knew that he was looking forward to this fight. He hated werewolves just as much as I did. And the thought of ripping a few apart was a satisfying one.

"Revenge," the pack leader snapped, pulling a stake from his pocket. This prompted some of the others to do the same, while the rest pointed their guns at us. I raised an eyebrow when my boyfriend glanced back at me. Revenge wasn't a surprising motive; we just didn't know what they wanted revenge for. Knowing our history and the history of Mystic Falls, there were a lot of things that we could have been responsible for. Hell, there were things that we weren't responsible for that they could want revenge for, courtesy of Klaus.

"Care to give us any more details?" I asked, stepping away from the tree. I slipped off my leather jacket, resting it on a branch before kicking off my pumps. "Because you're being a bit vague, hon."

"You vampires were responsible for killing most of our pack in Mystic Falls," the werewolf spat, his face contorting in anger as he remembered our supposed actions. "Jules, Brady, Stevie, Mason, so many others. You killed them."

"Oh shit," I whispered, before laughing. "You were in Jules' pack? And you want revenge for that little bitch? Fine, bring it."

None of the werewolves were impressed with my words. And neither was my boyfriend. But it was too late for me to even begin to consider taking them back, not that I would, as the wolves roared in anger before running forward.

Damon sped forward, ripping the heart out of the pack leader before he could even try to direct his anger towards me. This caused a few of the others to direct their attack to him, leaving me with only three to deal with. While one had a gun in his hand, I knew that he wouldn't shoot. There was no way that he would want to direct any attention towards our little skirmish. So I felt quite safe in attacking him first.

While I dodged the other two werewolves that decided that because I was a girl, I was the weak link, I ripped the gun from the third one's hand. He staggered back a step before grabbing a stake from his pocket. His arm shot forward, faster than the average humans but still far too slow, aiming to stab me in the chest. I just grabbed his hand, bending it backwards. The werewolf let out a horrific scream as his bone cracked, poking through the skin. While he was distracted by his pain, I shoved my hand through his chest, grabbing his heart. It took barely any effort to rip it out of his chest, dropping it to the side, his body flopping down along with it.

Of course, this just served to piss off the other two. They circled around me and I had to turn slowly to keep them both in my line of sight. Both had stakes in their hand, furious expressions on their faces. Just like I expected, they attacked at the same time.

I dodged one of them, spinning around to grab the second from behind. My arm wrapped around his neck as I prepared to snap it. But before I could, pain erupted in my shoulder. I was lucky, if I hadn't moved when I did, that stake could have ended up in my heart. Still, it was enough to force a shout from me, the werewolf in my arms breaking free. He spun around, aiming his stake at my heart. I held up a hand, and it impaled that instead. I stared down at the stake sticking out of my palm and snarled.

I ripped it out of my hand before kicking the werewolf in front of me. He slammed back against the tree behind him and I sped forward. I stabbed him in the heart with the stake, driving it all the way through his chest. The werewolf let out a little gurgle before he died, his body slumping to the floor. I kicked him out of the way before spinning around, grabbing a stake before it could impale me. The final werewolf attacking me looked surprised before I let my face change. I gave him a dark smirk before ripping into his neck. I held one hand out to the side, squeezing viciously to force him to drop the stake as I ripped his neck apart. I didn't bother drinking any of it, I just wanted him to feel pain.

I pulled back, my face covered in his blood, watching as it continued to pour down his chest. I kept eye contact with the werewolf, enjoying the fear and pain in his eyes, as his strength gave out. He dropped to his knees, whispering pleas for mercy. But he wouldn't find any with me. And I told him that, just before his eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor. I paused to listen for a heartbeat, pleased when there wasn't one, before rising to my feet and seeing how my boyfriend was getting on.

Two were already dead, their bodies on one side of the clearing, their hearts on the other. Damon looked like he was putting barely any effort in as he held one werewolf back with one hand, holding the other by the throat. He was squeezing viciously, slowly crushing his windpipe, watching as he slowly suffocated. I walked over, making sure not to tread on any of the hearts that littered the floor.

I had just reached my boyfriend's side when the werewolf died. Damon dropped the body before glancing over at me. His gaze darted between the blood around my mouth, the healed wound on my hand and the stake that was still sticking out the back of my shoulder. His expression turned dark before he glared at the remaining werewolf. He had the sense to freeze, realising that he would die very soon. But if he played his cards right, he could get a relatively pain free death.

"Ally, do you want the honour or should I kill the foolish little pest?" my boyfriend smirked sharply, his face changing as he glared at the werewolf.

"Hmm, as tempting as it is to kill the dumbass myself, I do get all tingly when you kill people for me," I gave my boyfriend a wink, pressing up against his back, before my gaze flicked back over to the werewolf. "And this one certainly deserves a painful death."

"No arguments from me," Damon narrowed his eyes as he plucked a stake from the werewolf's pocket. And before the poor fool knew what was happening, Damon slashed his hand in front of his neck. The sharp point of the stake sliced through the werewolf's skin, blood pouring from the cut. My boyfriend released his grip, watching as the fool dropped to his knees, gasping and choking, hands frantically pushing at the wound on his neck. It didn't take long for him to suffocate on his own blood, lifeless body falling to the floor.

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When all the werewolves were dead, Damon turned around to face me. He reached out to cup my face, eyes scanning my body, looking for anything that he might have missed before. Content that there were no other injuries, healed or otherwise, he sighed, thumbs brushing my cheeks, "Are you okay?"

"Eh," I shrugged one shoulder as I reached up with one hand to grab his arm. "It was fun to let lose like that. But I really would like to get this stake out of my shoulder."

My boyfriend nodded, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead, before gently turning me around. I stared out at the bodies surrounding us, noting that blood covering my feet. It was slowly soaking into the ground around us, leaving a mark of what had just happened. I didn't know if we would take the bodies and bury them, or just leave them here. There wasn't anything to tie us to what happened here. It was just a case of it we wanted to hide what happened from those back home, just in case they were checking the local news.

Damon's fingers gently brushed the skin around the wound, making sure that there were no jagged edges on the stake that would hurt me when pulled out. He must have been content with what he found as he grasped the wood, carefully pulling the stake from me. He threw it to the side as he watched the wound heal. Once it had done so, he pulled me back into his arms.

I could tell that he was regretting allowing me to be a part of this. The fact that I had gotten injured was just tormenting his mind. But I was fine. I was all healed up and they didn't even really hurt. The wounds were more annoying than anything. I had gotten cocky and let the werewolves get the upper hand. I knew that I probably could have taken them without getting hurt. But hey, there was nothing that I could do now.

"It's a shame that you have already killed them, because I want to rip them apart for hurting you," my boyfriend murmured into my hair, his arms wrapped around me like iron bands. I just eased my arms up, cupping his face before tilting my head back.

I looked Damon in the eye before whispering, "It's okay, I made them pay for what they did. But you know what I really need right now?" I lifted myself up to press my lips against my boyfriend's. Damon immediately took the hint, hungrily returning the kiss. There was something harsh about the way his lips moulded against mine. Something sharp. His frustration and rage over the fight, me getting hurt, it was all being released into that kiss. I returned as good as I got, my fingers digging into his skin as our teeth clashed, biting his lip as the adrenaline from the fight turned into something else.

My boyfriend used his speed, forcing me back against a tree. He slotted a thigh between my legs before gripping my hair, pulling my head back. He sucked hard on my neck, biting patterns into the skin, leaving teeth marks as he went. I arched my back, my nails digging into his skin through his t-shirt. Left little marks as I dragged my hands down his back, grinding down onto his thigh. There was something desperate about our movements. A need to feel alive, to feel each other

I reached down to pull Damon's top off, throwing it to the side. And my boyfriend quickly did the same to my dress. I dragged my nails down his back as Damon bit my nipple through my bra, before ripping it off. The tattered remains floated down to the side but the warm mouth on my boob consumed my mind, the roughness of his jeans against more core had me groaning into the night air. Damon's hands dug into my ass, nails leaving little groves in my skin as I left red marks on his back.

I could feel my orgasm growing as I desperate ground down on his thigh, fingers digging into my boyfriend's hair, keeping his face pressed against my boobs. But before I could cum, Damon pulled me away from the tree. My back landed on the ground as Damon yanked his jeans off before ripping apart my panties. I just pulled him down closer, so that his entire body was pressed against mine.

Damon growled into my ear before tilting my hips up, his cock prodding against my entrance before he thrusted all the way in. I let out a loud groan at the sudden feeling of fullness, wrapping my legs around Damon's waist, my feet digging into his ass. My nails dragged down his back, leaving red marks, as he returned to biting my neck. I had a ring of bruises around my neck, only just starting to heal. The leaves beneath me crinkled at each hard thrust. Damon's fingers dug into my hips with a bruising grip as our orgasms rapidly approached.

It was Damon's fangs sinking into my neck that pushed me over the edge. I let out a loud moan at the sharp pain, my legs squeezing tight, pulling Damon closer to me. My nails dug into his skin as my head thudded back against the ground, pleasure overwhelming my body. My boyfriend followed me over the edge a couple of thrusts later, groaning into my skin, his grip tight.

He carefully retracted his fangs, licking away any remaining blood before resting his forehead against my neck. I just continued to hold onto him, keeping Damon's body pressed tight against my own. My legs stayed wrapped around his hips, stopping him from moving away before I was ready. Not that my boyfriend seemed inclined to move anyway. He seemed more than content to just nuzzle my neck, pressing small kissing against my skin as he held me close.

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We washed off at the hotel, having somehow made it there without questions being asked. We left the bodies back in the clearing, although I did make sure to pick up the tattered remains of my panties and bra. Damon collected the stakes before we left. From the hearts that littered the floor and the throats ripped out, it would be a case that puzzled the police. But it wouldn't be traced back to us, which was the most important thing.

We showered together, Damon carefully examining the healed wounds on my hand and back, before washing the blood from my skin. I let him do what he needed. It would reassure him that I was actually okay and that he didn't need to worry. Even after the blood was washed from my skin, Damon held me close to him, our naked bodies pressed together as the water rained down upon us. His chin rested on my wet hair, his fingers stroking the line of my spine.

"We should probably leave town," my boyfriend eventually sighed, a regretful edge to his voice. "Before the bodies are discovered."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I agreed, closing my eyes as Damon's hand moved to settle on my ass. "It'll be easier if we aren't around when someone finds them."

"We…" Damon's voice trailed off for a moment before he cleared his throat, pulling me closer. "We don't have to go back to Mystic Falls. There is a whole country for us to explore. Going home doesn't have to be the only option."

I stayed silent, considering the offer. Damon was right. We didn't have to go home. We had the whole of America to explore, hell, we had a whole world to explore. And without my humanity, there was nothing calling me home, not really. Besides, I had burnt a lot of bridges before I left. I didn't know if most of the group back home would want me to return. I could just disappear with my boyfriend, feeding and fucking our way across the country. It sounded… perfect. And so, I knew that it wouldn't be possible.

"Jenna's due date is soon," I eventually murmured. "I had always imagined that Elena would be alive again before that day came. I suppose I still have time. Besides, if I don't go back, then I would probably end up breaking my deal with Silas."

My boyfriend froze for a moment before slowly asking, "You made a deal with Silas?"

"Ah shit, did I forget to tell you? It was just after I turned April and before Stefan had his little bitchfit. There wasn't really much to it, just the usual. Help him get Bonnie to lower the veil and he will make sure that Elena comes back without any hitches. If I fail, he'll kill everyone I love, bla, bla, bla. He is decidedly unimaginative."

"Well, I guess that settles it, I need to take you back before Silas decides to track you down. If you're there and give the illusion of helping him, then he should leave you alone. I'm assuming no one else knows about this?"

"Nah, he'll only do that if I tell Bonnie not to lower the veil. As long as she does so at some point and he is able to complete his little plan, he doesn't give a shit about me. Really, its win-win for me. And yes, you assume correct. I especially couldn't let Bonnie find out. She'll be even less likely to listen to me if she finds out that I've joined forces with Silas."

"You should know by now, Alexa, that evil beings will either betray you or sneak a catch into their plan," there was a weariness to Damon's voice and I knew what he was thinking. The last time I made a deal, it was with Katherine. And I ended up paying dearly for that one. I wouldn't have had any of the trouble with Elijah if I hadn't felt obligated to fulfil one part of the deal. At least this one was a lot simpler. It wasn't anything like finding a way to kill Klaus. Not that I was even bothering to close that part of the deal. Katherine didn't seem to care about it, so why should I?

"He won't betray me. He needs me on his side. Silas has already acknowledged that I have more power over Bonnie than he does. And while the witch doesn't like me much anymore, she will listen to me if I tell her to fuck Silas over. I hold all the cards and he knows it. All I need to do is bring my sister back into the land of the living before I leave town again."

"You won't stick around?" Damon's other hand came up to rest on the back of my neck, fingers stroking my skin. He sounded surprised by my words but it wasn't an unexpected surprise. We had both enjoyed our time away from home and I had a feeling that he wouldn't mind leaving again.

"I know that the moment that Elena is alive again, she will try and get me to turn my humanity back on. And I've decided that I don't want that yet. I'm not ready to turn it back on, probably won't be for a while. I like being like this. It's weirdly peaceful, not caring about what people think or how my actions affect them. I don't think I'm ready to give this up."

"Then next time we leave Mystic Falls, we'll leave the country all together. Just pick a place on the map and we will go there."

"And buy our private beach house?"

"And buy our private beach house," Damon confirmed and I couldn't help but smile into his skin. Yes, I wasn't ready to turn it back on. But if I was relaxing elsewhere in the world with my boyfriend, just enjoying my time, like we had been in Miami, then maybe I would be tempted to turn it back on sooner rather than later.

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We decided to leave in the morning, which meant that I had time to say goodbye to the city. And, more importantly, to the sea. During our time here, I had taken to finishing our day by the water, either sitting in the sand or swimming naked in the sea. It was a relaxing way to end a night of hunting and feeding and fucking. So before the sun rose, we made our way back to the beach.

It was early in the morning and no one was around. A half moon hung in the sky, barely illuminating the area. But with our vampire eyesight, it didn't matter. I threw my dress to the side, having neglected to put on a bra and panties, before moving to stand in the water. I walked in up to my hips, the warm water lazily lapping around my body. I closed my eyes, my head falling back, as a cool breeze picked up. My nipples hardened, goosebumps leaving a trail across my body.

I stood there alone for a moment before a strong body settled behind me. Damon's hand rested against my stomach, the tips of his fingers brushing that sensitive skin above my core, as his other arm wrapped around my body, just below my breasts. I could feel every inch of his body against mine.

"I'm going to miss this," I sighed, resting my head against my boyfriend's shoulder, looking up at the moon. "It won't be like this back home."

"I know, baby," Damon muttered into my hair, his thumb stroking the underside of my boob. "But you won't have to miss it forever. In a few years, we'll have to leave Mystic Falls. And when we do, we'll return to the beach."

"You know," my breath caught in my throat as his thumb pressed against my nipple. "In all of our visits here, we have never actually had sex on the beach."

"Are you sensing a missed opportunity?" Damon hummed, pressing his lips to my neck, gently nibbling the skin as his hand on my stomach slid down my body. His fingers quickly found my clit, gently flicking it before rubbing it in firm circles. One of my arms reached up to curl around my boyfriend's neck, using it to keep my body standing, while the other gripped his wrist.

Damon sucked on my neck as his fingers slowly had that coil tightening, my body growing hot as it burned with pleasure. It wasn't enough to take me over the edge, but it was enough to drive me insane. His fingers played with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, squeezing lightly, flicking them with his thumb.

It wasn't until I gasped out Damon's name, begging for more, that he took pity of me. My boyfriend led us out of the water util it just reached our ankles. He pulled us down to our knees before encouraging me to bend over. My hands curled into the sand as Damon pressed a kiss to my lower back. His fingers slowly entered me, curling to find that magical spot. I couldn't hold back a gasp at the feeling. It was a lot more intense than I was expecting. His knuckles rubbed against my walls as his fingers massaged that amazing spot. I pressed my body back, looking for more and I felt more than heard Damon chuckle. His other hand came around, his fingers pressing against my clit. After that, time lost all meaning.

My fingers dug into the sand, searching for something to grip, to anchor me, but there was nothing. My mind swam with pleasure as Damon's fingers kept up that steady pressure, leading me to that ledge. He kept me there for a moment, until I couldn't hold back the whines, before he increased his speed, sending me crashing into pleasurable oblivion.

My body shook as I came, only Damon's strong grip stopping me from collapsing into the sand. My head hung low, the ends of my hair brushing against the sand. But I didn't care. I cared for nothing except the pleasure coursing through my body.

I was barely aware of my boyfriend removing his hands, my mind still muddled from the pleasure. It wasn't until I felt his cock pressing against my entrance that I became aware again. Damon's hips pressed against my ass as he slowly slid his cock inside of me. My moan was a touch on the loud side as my sensitive body opened up for him. His cock dragged against that magical spot, causing my eyes to roll back, as the barely faded orgasm returned with a vengeance. My body grew hot as Damon thrusted slowly, going all the way in and then all the way out. Each movement dragged against that sensitive spot and I couldn't hold back the pleasure filled whimpers.

My orgasm came quickly but lasted long. Damon didn't change his pace, extending out my pleasure until it tinged with pain, until I couldn't even remember my own name. All I could think about was the pleasure consuming my body, the slow drag of the cock inside of me, the finger that occasionally brushed my clit.

It wasn't until I was heaving out little whines that my boyfriend took pity on me. He lifted me up so that I was fully seated on his cock, my back pressed against his cock. His thrusts became more of a grind, short movements that had my head rolling back against his shoulder. I knew the moment that he found his released. He grabbed one boob, squeezing hard as the fingers of his other hand dug into my hip. He moaned out my name, thrusting sloppily until he had worked through his orgasm. I let out a loud gasp when his movements stopped, my eyes falling closed as my chest heaved.

Damon's hand moved to press on my stomach as the waves of the ocean lapped at our knees. It was still dark out but even then, I could see the satisfied, smug look on my boyfriend's face. If my body wasn't still trembling with pleasure, then I would be tempted to do something about it. But for now, I was content to look out at the ocean, leaning back against Damon's firm body.

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We left early in the morning, starting our steady drive back to Mystic Falls. I doubted that we would dawdle as much as we did on our way down to Florida, but that didn't mean that we would speed there. Neither of us particularly wanted to return back home, but we had responsibilities there and we couldn't avoid it forever.

I knew that Damon, in particular, didn't want to return home. Because he would need to defend me from the others, force them to accept my choice to go humanityless for a while. He would need to stop them from doing to force me to turn it back on, which, by this point, would probably include torture. But he knew that we had obligations, I had to bring Elena back to life and hold up my end of the deal with Silas. He had to held Alaric settle into his life as a vampire.

We returned the way we came, stopping off at points to feed and fuck. It would be one of the last times that we would have to feed indiscriminately. When we got home, we would need to be careful on who we fed from. I couldn't just hunt a random person and feed. They would try to force me to follow their rules and that really wouldn't end well. It would probably end up with me killing someone just to prove a point.

I could tell that Damon felt the same. As he held me a little closer when we shared a victim, he kept his body pressed against mine whenever we had sex. His hand was always on my leg when he drove, fingers stroking my bare skin. He was reluctant to let me go. And I wasn't going to force him. I knew that Stefan's words still lurked in the back of his mind, even after all this time. And I was determined to make sure that the younger Salvatore didn't have the opportunity to try and get into my boyfriend's head again. Even if it did get ugly.

The night before we returned to Mystic Falls, we shared a hotel room in Richmond. We had sex, long and slow, our bodies pressed against each other's, intimate and sensual. We kept our naked bodies together, refusing to let go, even after we came. Because a return to Mystic Falls also meant a return to drama. And not just my drama. Silas, despite my deal with him, posed a problem. And Katherine was apparently hanging around town like a bad smell. Even with Klaus gone, I would probably have Rebekah hanging around, pining over the cure still, desperate to have her human life. I had to deal with April and Jenna, with Jeremy and Alaric, with the baby that would soon be born. I had to get Bonnie to bring my sister back to life.

Which was why I was more than content to just relax on Damon's chest, my head tucked under his chin. One of his arms resting just under my ass, the other pressing against my back, holding me close to him. I rested a hand on his shoulder, the other playing with his hair as I held what was mine. And what would always be mine.

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