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AN: Probably gonna be a one-shot unless a lot of you want me to continue it. Enjoy :)

~Hotel Room Queen~

I'll be your late night king
You'll be my hotel room queen

"I'll put the bags away and get the bed ready." I tell her as we take in this particular hotel room.

"K, I'm ready to sleep now anyways. I don't have the energy to shower tonight." She says, taking her pajamas out of her purple duffel bag and disappearing into the bathroom to change.

We'd been searching for Stefan for three months. It had been easy at first, with the multiple killing in a town at a time, but now they were getting sneakier. Bonnie had done another locator spell and it had shown Stefan in New Orleans. So that's where we are, and we're having no luck what-so-ever.

I pull a pair of navy blue and gray plaid pajama pants out of my black duffel bag and slip them on before Elena can return. I throw my pants and t-shirt into a corner. We don't have much time to wash clothes around here.

I climb into bed and pull the blanket up to my waist. As I lie there on my back, with my hands behind my head, my eyes started to get heavy and soon they were closed.

I could hear the bathroom door open and feel Elena climbing onto the bed. She lies her head on my bare chest, our legs tangling under the blanket as we both sigh in contentment.

"I really thought we'd catch him this time." I tell her, brushing the hair off of her face.

"It's alright. We'll find him next time." She replies with her eyes closed. I reach my hand down to rub soothing circles on her back.

"That feels nice." She whispers, already on the verge of sleep.

"Night 'Lena."

"Mmhmm" She moans, as her heartbeat steady's and her breathing evens out.

"I love you." I whisper.

My eyes snap open. The alarm clock reads 3:49am. Elena whimpers in her sleep, hitting my chest with her fist, tears fall down her face and wet my chest.

Another nightmare.

I sit up against the headboard and pull her into my lap, rocking her back and forth like a baby, while humming Fall For You, by Secondhand Serenade.

This has become our nightly routine over the last few months. I tried waking her up a few times but the nightmares just started again when she fell back asleep. I also tried humming other songs but only this one seems to work. Girls and their weird minds. Go figure.

A few minutes later I finished humming the song, Elena's whimpers quieted and her body relaxed. A smile appears on my face. Only I have the ability to rid her of the nightmares. That must mean something, right? Have some significance?

My phone goes off on the bedside table, letting me know I just received a text. I grab it, smirking when I remember my decision to leave it on vibrate during the night so it wouldn't wake Elena.

Aww don't you two look cute. Hope she enjoyed the nightmare. ~Stefan

I sigh. He had been doing this to her every time we got close to finding him and Klaus. It was evident he had no humanity left. There was no trace of the little brother I'd known for so long.

He would invade her dreams whenever we got within a few miles of him, and give her horrible nightmares. We hadn't brought Vervain with us and Elena had stopped wearing her necklace awhile ago. It upset me to no end but I didn't press the issue.

I quickly type a reply and hit send.

Good night, brother. Sleep well. We both send our love. ~Damon

I put my phone back and lay down, lying Elena back on my chest. She sighs in contentment, happy to be free of the nightmares once again.

"Time to wake up, princess." I whisper in her ear, rubbing her back.

"K, I'm ready." She sighs, opening her eyes and stretching her arms above her head.

"Come on. Let's get dressed and we'll grab breakfast on the way outta town." I say, climbing off the bed and walking over to the duffel bags.

"How long have you been up?" She asks, sitting up tiredly.

"About an hour. I called Bonnie. They're in Arizona now, so we better get going." I tell her, wriggling out of my pajama pants and throwing them in the dirty clothes pile.

"Oh, by the way, I bought coffee. It's on the table beside you if you want some." I say, pulling up my dark jeans.

"Thanks" She mumbles, gulping it down eagerly.

"No problem" I reply, pulling a white t-shirt over my head and reaching for my shoes.

Elena walks over to stand beside me and pulls her oversized t-shirt off, revealing her black sports bra.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts? All of mine are dirty." She asks, glancing at me with her big brown eyes.

"Sure. Here" I say, handing her a black v-neck t-shirt.

"Thanks." She says, carrying the shirt and disappearing into the bathroom once again. She emerges a few minutes later wearing my shirt, gray skinny jeans, and her old converse.

"Ready?" I ask, picking up our bags and walking towards the door. She nods and follows me down to the lobby.

"We're ready to check out." I tell the man at the main desk.

"Mr. Salvatore?" He asks, typing something into the computer.

"Yea." I reply, not really paying attention.

"Someone left a package for you." He says, reaching down to pick up a little brown package and sits it on the counter. "Have a nice day." He adds.

"Thanks." I mumble, grabbing the package and walking out to my Chevy with Elena. I put the bags in the trunk and climb in the front seat with the package in my lap.

"Well are you going to open it?" She asks excitedly. I pull the wrapping off quickly and open the small cardboard box.

"Stefan." I whisper.

I pull the things out, one by one, and hand them to Elena.

A t-shirt.

A blood bag with the letter A scribbled on the front.

And a leather journal labeled 2010-2011.

"The t-shirt has a hole in it, the blood bag is empty, and the journal is full." Elena says, eying the items curiously.

"He wants us to send him the things. A clean t-shirt, a new journal, and..." I say.

"What does the blood bag mean? And why is there an A on it?" Elena asks, examining it.

"A for animal. He wants us to send him blood bags full of animal blood. Klaus will think it's human." I say in wonder, a smile appearing on my face.

"Told you he would be alright." Elena says, hitting my arm. "Wait what's that?" She asks, looking in the bottom of the box.

"What?" I ask, looking in to see a piece of paper at the bottom. I pull it out and open it, recognizing the handwriting instantly.

"Stefan"

"What does it say?" Elena asks, trying to read over my shoulder.

"Sit down and calm down. I'll read it to you." I say, pushing her back into her own seat.

Good luck. September 23rd 1841.

~Your brother always, Stefan

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, sitting back and crossing her arms.

"It means today is September 23rd." I say, sitting back with a smile.

"So?" She asks, confused.

"Today's my birthday."

AN: Sooo what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Kinda like it? Lemme know people. XD