I have been waiting so long to continue this story. Please let me know how you like it so far after the chapter! I'll also be trying to simultaneously work on Beat me to the punch, another fic I am writing set in New Moon about her and paul.

Pretty much I believe literally any other person could have been a better match for her lol.

DAMON

My sweet little doe. Damon thought to himself as he listened to Bella begin to stutter through her fog filled vision of the night before. He doubted she remembered all that much. Damon himself had a fair buzz before he began mixing blood into his drinks. He had no idea how she had been standing by the end of the night.

"What am I supposed to do, Ange? I don't even know what to say if-" Bella broke off and ran her hands through her hair, leg bouncing rapidly as she stared past the table and down to the street below their spot on the balcony. "What if they call me?" She sighed and Damon watched as she flicked her gaze to Angela, who could only look on in sympathetic reassurance.

He fought the urge to reach over and pat her shoulder, sure that he'd only worsen her anxious state. "Bella, you shouldn't even be thinking about that right this second. we should worry about the things we can work through right now." Damon found himself nodding along.

"She's right you know. You could fill eternity with the what ifs. Gotta stay here in the now." The pair each slid him a glance, Angela's one of a milder annoyance and Bella's one of outright contempt.

BELLA

Lunch came and went tensely, with mostly Angela talking once it had become obvious that Damon had very little interest in sharing what he remembered of the night before. 'It's too sordid of an affair for broad daylight.' He'd teased much to Bella's embarrassment. So there in the baking heat, shooting glares over their food while ignoring any input he made to the conversation, lunch came and went.

Damon, of course, had taken care of the bill and was hot on Bellas heels as they made their way out of the restaurant. The only time he had sped ahead of them was to open the door for both ladies to come through.

The three of them stayed outside on the sidewalk for a long while in silence. Angela staring at Damon, Damon staring at Bella, and Bella staring at the toes of her sneakers.

"Well." Damon spoke up finally, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "This lunch was fabulous ladies. Angela if I may, I must insist that my blushing bride and I take a moment alone. For logistics. You understand, right?"

Bella's eyes shot up between the two who were now staring at each other unwaveringly. A silent conversation seemed to be happening and Bella felt the corner of her mouth twitch in a cocky smirk that she nearly had to reach up and physically restrain her face from letting show. Angela would nev-

"Right, that's fine." Angela answered much too calmly to Bella's dismay. "You have until 4. Or I'll call the police." She threatened him, a fierce look in her eyes that Bella was not used to seeing in her friend.

"You're just going to leave us alone?!" Bella's voice came out shriller than she'd intended, and she could feel the glee radiating from them man at her side whom she refused to look at.

DAMON

Damon had always considered himself a patient man… Okay, halfway decently patient. He had suggested a walk through the mall for them to talk and she had been agreeable enough to it, however they'd made 3 laps of the same loop of the mall and the ABC store cashier was beginning to give them odd looks as the made their way in what was obviously uncomfortable silence. Obvious in the sense that Damon was staring expectantly at the side of his wife's head, not bothering to watch where he was walking other than to not hit walls or pillars, who was making it a point to keep her head angled away from him and apparently didn't tell him that she had lead in her feet.

"Say something," Damon eventually snapped, growing tired of playing the nice game. He regretted it instantly when he noticed the how she slightly flinched.

Well, now you're an ass. He thought to himself. He had been about to apologize when her eyes suddenly snapped to his, her irritation present.

"Say what, Damon?" Her tone was sharp and dry. "Say hey, I know we got married last night." he didn't fail to notice the way she was mocking the tone and volume he had said it earlier with. However, unlike he had, she failed to turn the volume of her voice down and continued on in an almost shout.

"I know we got married last night and all, but I actually JUST broke up with my boyfriend three days before this trip because he didn't want the same shit as me, so an annulment makes sense because we broke up over the fact that I told him I didn't think I WANTED to get married... Oh, and he said I had to marry him so I can experience more human things before-" she stopped herself, realizing in her frantic ranting she'd been about to repeat what he'd been told last night. They hat slowed to a stop in the alcove of an emergency exit while she ranted, the acoustics in this spot doing absolutely nothing to help quiet their conversation.

Many of the people walking the mall were staring, some even so bold as to stop at a bench ahead of them and stoop to pretend and tie their shoe. He wondered idly how red her face would turn if she realized just how many and how interestedly people were staring.

"You know, I don't want to brag but I do have nearly perfect hearing. Some have even called it super." He could barely keep the wry grin at bay, but upon seeing her narrow her eyes at him the full boyish grin had taken over his expression.

He could address the implied ending of her sentence later, farther from prying eyes, he decided.

"Also, would it kill you to actually re-get to know me before you decide asking me to marry you was a bad choice?" One of his brows arching quizzically as he stared her down. Indignation inflated her chest and her chin tilted up, a frown turning down the corners of her mouth. "I did NOT ask you."

He didn't answer, only stared at her with his brow raised. After a moment's though she deflated, and with a gentle hand on the middle of her back Damon walked her over to sit on one of the small benches in the middle of the hall.

"I asked you to marry me?" She said quietly after a moment, looking up at him through her lashes with her eyes wide in what might have been shock or surprise. He had taken up the standing space in front of her, so her head was tilted slightly up to look at him, nearly all of the edge from a moment ago gone.

Damon almost didn't even hear her say it, his jaw tense as he took her in. He was absolutely fucking screwed if she ever learned what that expression did to him. He ended up stuck in his own thoughts from the night before.

*FLASHBACK*

If he had been buzzed by the time Bella showed up to light up his night, he was bordering drunk now.

How could a human possibly consume so much alhcocol? Even his thoughts were screwing up words. Although, he had been mixing the last few whiskey shots with blood… So that may have had something to do with the state he found himself in.

"You know, doll face," he had begun musing to her as they finished yet another shot and started to walk out of the bar, Damon purposefully steering them around the feminine defensive tackle that had been on their ass all night. "I've heard what you haveto say about this ex and I HAVE be real. What's he got that I don't?" he teased her, leaning closer and snaking an arm around her waist. Fuck, she smelled amazing.

She had looked around as though checking to see it was indeed them alone in the hallway they had wandered into. "He's got forever." she whined, stamping her foot childishly as Damon swung them around so she was no longer under his arm, but in the grasp of both his hands. He slowly backed her towards the wall. She was far too concerned with making her point to pay full attention to the fact that Damon had begun to run his nose along her jawline, freely and greedily gulping down as much of her scent as he could. Committing it to memory in case he accidentally killed her. He truthfully hadn't decided whether he was about to take her here in the hallway; or if this was one of the most elaborate games he'd ever played with his food.

"Forever for what?" He had all but purred against the junction where her jaw met her neck. She'd become hyper aware of his hands on her hips and her back against the wall, tilting her head back just enough and dragging her hands up his arms to pull at his shoulders. He could feel the familiar tingling sensation as his venom began to cloud his eyes and the veins in his face.

Had his face not been glued to her neck, now nipping its way to her jugular, she would have had the good sense to be terrified. Instead, Bella had stopped even paying attention to their conversation. It was only background noise to her fogged brain. She pushed her hips into his, her hands grappling at his leather jacket for an anchor in the now rocking hallway.

"I want forever too." Her voice was breathless, and she began to squirm against him as Damons's thumb had rubbed slow, purposeful circles on her hip. "But I don't want to get married human. Plus, there's the matter of... my needs.."

"Human?" Damon had tried to poise the question innocently enough but the way his body had tensed and his hands on her hips had gripped just a little too tightly made Bella pull her head back shyly. He was beginning to get the impression that his poor little minx had been deprived of those needs.

"He wants to save my soul." Her meek answer reached his ears and Damon couldn't stop the groan that escaped as he studied the way she had looked up at him through her lashes.

She'd bit her lower lip, and those things added to the scent of her arousal in the air had been enough for him to decide that he wanted to pick the unforeseen third option and keep her.

*END FLASHABCK*

Bella

As if witnessing his thoughts, a deep blush blossomed across her face, and she pulled at the hem of her top.

"Damon," Bella had started to say, trying to ignore the way she seemed to enjoy his name rolling off of her tongue. Sure, she was still thinking about what the hell to do about Edward, and feeling a lot of guilt and uncertainty and lust she was sure Jasper could feel from Forks, but she wasn't blind.

Damon was hot as hell with the cocky attitude of a man who just KNEW what he looked like and where he fit in the proverbial food-chain. "I know that this is crazy. Hell, I'm still piecing together the remnants of my memory and random flashbacks to get a solid idea of how... but I suppose, marriage aside, It might not hurt to know you."

She watched as Damon stood over her, the small distance between them stretching into miles as the silence also continued. He seemed to be searching her face for something. Vertigo began to set in, the seat beneath her suddenly too hot and the floor under her still seated feet starting to swirl in small circles that only happened when she was nervous.

"So," She quipped quickly, ignoring the questioning brow he raised at her as she jumped up and awkwardly to the side of him, beginning to pace so she could let out some of the nervous energy beginning to fill her gut. "The annulment."

Smooth, Swan. Real smooth. Bella thought to herself. What happened to 'it might not hurt to know you'?

This statement hung in the air and seemed to only deepen his joy. Bella just knew whatever was about to come out of his mouth she was not going to like, so she held up a finger to him in a 'wait' gesture before walking off towards the Fat Tuesday neon sign hanging like a small beacon at the other side of where he had sat her a minute ago.

He followed in silence, and she ignored the amusement that oozed from every one of his pores as she ordered a drink. Something strong, She had told the woman behind the counter who looked as though every tourist who came to the booth were personally bothering her. Once she got her drink, she stepped off to the side with him, her hand up again as if signaling him to wait as she took a drink.

After a drink and several seconds, she put her hand down and sighed, mentally preparing herself. "What?"

He Tsked, the smile gone from his face, a flash of what could be mistaken as concern flashing across his features.

"You really don't remember, do you? Did you even read the papers you had in your hand this morning? The courthouse already explained that Nevada no longer allows 'drunk' as a reason for an annulment. We must stay married a minimum of 90 days, and prove we tried to make this work."

She frowned at his words. 90 days? How the hell does one prove they tried to make a marriage they decided after hours of meeting each other work? There was no way no one back home knew. Alice had to have seen something. Should she call Alice? Dear god, her stomach free fell from her gut at the sudden fear that if she had seen something, a call might not be necessary as Edward would likely be driving recklessly fast or on some private tinted jet here.

Before she could pull away or she could protest, Damon had taken her hands and swallowed them in his. The warmth of his body scorching Bella. She knew it wasn't possible but the warmth of his hands burned hotter than Jacobs and definitely were a stark comparison to a certain vampire ex.

DAMON

He should have given her more credit. She seemed to be taking it all in stride. Not a gracious stride, mind you. Damon began to rub gentle circles on the back of her hand to try and keep her calm. If this morning was anything to go off of, he would likely eventually be left standing alone in the crowd, watching her run off to the safety of Angela. When that didn't happen after several long minutes he figured it might be safe to continue the conversation.

"Little doe," Damon began, his voice gruffer than he intended.

He didn't get the chance to continue because what he had said finally registered in her ears.

"90 DAYS?!" She squawked, irises dilating as arousal was pushed back by her growing panic. "What do I tell everyone when I go home? Do I go home? Would you go with me? No that's not possible… how do we prove we made a marriage work for 90 days? What does that even look like I don't understand. What will-" The shrill ring of her phone made her jump.

Damon watched with amusement as she gently pulled free one hand to all but rip the device from her pocket and glance at the caller ID.

The amusement died when whoever it was on the line caused her to jerk her hand away and take the 6 foot distance from their current position to the nearest exit in a matter of seconds. He followed slowly, catching the door before it shut as the Nevada heat welcomed them with open arms to the small service area she had stepped away to. It didn't really matter how far she got from him, he completely zeroed in on her and the sudden shift. Plus his hearing was, as he said after all, super.

"Edward?" She spoke uncertainly into the phone, her arms crossing as she held the device between her shoulder and ear, her thumb nail currently the victim of a vicious attack. Damon couldn't recall a single moment in the last 18 hours that she'd curled in on herself this way.

"Isabella," Came the tense voice from the other end of the line; "Please, love, tell me Alice is wrong. That you didn't-" Ah, the ex.

"Edward, wait." Bella cut him off, looking pointedly at Damon before pulling the phone away from her mouth to whisper loudly while motioning a 'sit' sort of command at Damon. "Don't. Move."

She began to step away and he let her, leaning against a wall and giving a louder than necessary "fine," in response. He knew it didn't matter how far she went anyway he could hear both ends of the line perfectly fine from his spot on the wall.

Bella hadn't made it more than a foot from him before the conversation was continued.

(AN: Bella dialogue from Damons POV and Bold is Edward dialogue)

"Isabella." Damon's frown deepened. "Where are you? Who are you with?"

"Edward please, the phone is really not the best environment to even be having this conversation." Bella's tone was practically pleading but, ignoring the last questions, she pushed on. "You have to understand I don't even remember-"

"THAT is supposed to make me feel better about this? You REFUSE my proposal, say youll accept on the condition that I change you, say you need space to consider my offer of changing you after the wedding, to marry a stranger in Vegas the one weekend Alice and I let you out of our sights? AND YOU DON'T REMEBER DOING IT! And you!" It was obvious that he was now yelling at someone on his end. "How could you have NOT. SEEN. THIS?!" Damon could hear the froth forming in his mouth by the tone in which he was carrying on.

"Do NOT yell at Alice, Edward. This was my doing and my doing alone. You're days away by car and hours away by plane, how could you have possibly even stopped me. This is my bed to lie in and you do not get to yell at Alice this way." His little spitfire was back, Damon noted gleefully, glaring hard at a worker who had come out for a smoke break to send him on his merry way back inside.

"Clearly, Isabella Marie this was all you." Came the now calm reply from the other end of the line. "This is just as I feared. You say you can handle making these big life changes and that I don't need to argue so much about it. I'm too old-fashioned and I need to trust you to make the right call. Yet there you are. Married. I allow you this time to yourself and this is how you replay me?"

Damon couldn't stop the low growl that escaped him at Edwards words. Like she was a child whom had been caught coloring on the walls. No wonder she had been so wild the night they met. How could you keep a bird in a cage its whole life and not expect it to fly when you finally opened the door?

Before he was even aware of what he was doing he stood up and made his way at normal pace to Bella, who's back was towards him.

"Edward stop. This was not me asking for space and having a 'human moment'. I broke up with you because," Damon paused behind her, hearing the dejected tone she had taken on and studied the way her shoulders had slumped and curled into themselves; protecting her from the verbal lashing she was currently receiving. She seemed to rethink the current choice of words and began to take another route. "I'm sorry, I don't know what else- Damon, stop, give me my phone."

He had taken the phone from her hands and waited for Bella to turn and face him, ignoring the snarls coming from her phone so loudly he was sure it didn't take super hearing to hear. The unshed tears built in her eyes was enough for him, and he held her gaze as he put the phone to his ear; waiting for the line to go silent before he spoke.

"I'm going to assume this is the ex-boyfriend. Listen, I don't appreciate whatever is it you're saying to my wife." Damon waited for the shouting from what sounded like several persons on the other end and some splintering that sounded familiarly like someone going through a wall that had started up again at the word wife to die down. "But this is our honeymoon, and I can't have her worrying about someone who is not her husband right now."

The last words spoken were more towards Bella, who could beat back the tears no longer and had fat droplets running down her cheeks, who had turned her face to the floor and clasped her hands tightly together in front of her. He didn't wait for an answer, only hung up the phone and put it in his pocket as his other hand lifted her face by the chin to coax her into looking up at him.

"You shouldn't have done that. He's right anyway, I'm the one who tried to give him all these ultimatums and pushed for him to trust me." She muttered weakly. She had let her face turn up towards him, her gaze still pointed down as a deep blush covered her face from embarrassment. As if to punctuate her point, her phone in his pocket had already begun ringing again. Damon reached into his pocket and muted the device; the vibrations now only audible to him. She didn't try to take it back, only let her arms fall limp at her sides.

OKAY!

I've literally had sooo many good ideas about how to take this forward and rework the original plot i had going long ago. If you're here from the initial version i start i am so sorry, but so happy you're still here!