A/N: Alright, I know it's been a while since I updated. I've spent quite a big chunk of time in the hospital, and it's taken me a bit of time to get some of my creative energy back. I'm sorry. Please accept the next few chapters of Delena as a form of apology. I hope you're all enjoying the new season. Thank you for reading, lovely people. Enjoy and review!

I tried not to be afraid. This entire week was hell. I was so worried for Damon's safety. When I wasn't waiting for a text from Damon, I was debating sending another. He ended up calling me at the end of Thursday. I was sitting around in my apartment, after a long day at work.

"I'm sorry I couldn't call you earlier, Elena. I got Katherine," Damon said with apology in his voice. I could hear his Camaro's loud V8 engine in the background, convincing me that he was finally on his way back to me. I heard muffled yelling in the background, probably from Katherine. From the sounds of it, she was gagged. "She was more than happy to accompany me. I'm sure her and Klaus have a lot of catching up to do." Damon laughs slightly. I really couldn't blame him for being mean to her. I'm sure if someone cheated on me with my sibling, I'd be bitter about it too.

The news of his safe return was as good as gold. I didn't want specifics on how he captured Katherine, but I was definitely happy the task was completed. I excitedly asked, "When do you get back home? We should… celebrate."

"I'm ten minutes away," Damon answers. I could tell that he wanted nothing more than to be away from Katherine. Suddenly, there was a loud crash followed by the sound of breaking glass.

"Damon?" I ask into my phone. "What the hell was that?" My stomach drops to my feet, and I'm filled with a terrifying suspicion that Katherine did something. Did she make them crash? Damon was strong, and I had a hard time thinking of someone overpowering him. Then again, Katherine was his maker. I began to panic. "Listen, Katherine," I start. I was close to hyperventilating. "Please don't hurt him," I pleaded.

There was silence for a long time. "What will you do for me?" Katherine asks. Her voice is shockingly similar to mine. "Damon has been a pain in my ass for so long. He's like a lost puppy dog, Elena. He'll never leave you alone. I'm surprised you chose him over the other one. When Damon is in love with you, you'll never be free. You want kids? That'll never happen. You want to grow old with someone and have a future outside of being a monster? That'll never happen. And you know why? Damon will never leave you alone. I guess that's why he's so much fun in bed. He needs to make up for it…somehow." She giggles. "He's just so pathetic."

Katherine was starting to get on my nerves. I didn't see why she felt the need to insult him when she was the one who was the two-timing whore. I also didn't want to talk about Damon's bedroom capabilities with his ex. "Also, Elena," Katherine hissed my name, "he still wants me no matter what I do."

I hear Damon yell in pain and Katherine laugh in the background. "You keep your filthy hands off of him, Katherine!" I yell. I am so sick of vampires thinking they can just torture whoever they pleased. I didn't care if the bitch came after me, if she hurt Damon again; I'd deliver her to Klaus myself. "You hear me? You leave him alone!" The line is silent. The doorbell rings, eliciting a gasp. "Who is it?" I call towards the door. They begin to pound on the door. The knob starts to shake violently. "It's a bad time!" I shout. They don't leave me alone, they continue to knock. I begin to fear that it's a vampire. "WHAT?!" I scream.

The lock on the door cracks and the person behind the door opens it quickly. It was Katherine, holding Damon by the collar of his black shirt. I was so stunned by how much we looked alike. It was like looking into a mirror. She throws Damon down to the solid wooden floors of my apartment. I instantly run to him, and notice his face is bloody. Three gashes on his cheek were gushing blood, creating a small pool on my floor. Katherine looks at me for a long while. "So we really do look alike," Katherine declares, "I mean, you obviously are far inferior. You're like me on a bad day." Katherine giggles. I send her a glare, showing her that I certainly wasn't amused. "Relax, Elena. I didn't hurt him that bad. Are you aware that your boyfriend over here tried to kidnap me? I'm sure that the few scratches I gave him were completely justified." Katherine's curls bounce as she walks closer towards me.

"Eat shit, Katherine," Damon coughed out. His face had already healed, leaving three pink marks in their places.

"You tied me up and put me in your trunk!" she yelled back.

"Details, details," Damon shrugs. He gets up from the floor and stands in front of me, shielding me from Katherine.

Katherine walks towards him and puts her hand on his chest. "You tied me up with vervain ropes, Damon. You've been very naughty, I think you deserve a little more than a slap on the wrist," she says. She winks at him.

"What the hell is going on?" I demand in an exasperated tone. I didn't expect her to look so much like me. "How do we look exactly alike?"

Katherine turns from Damon and faces me again. "You're my doppelganger, it's kind of like a twin, only spread out over a few generations. You didn't tell her, Damon?"

I look over to Damon accusingly. "I didn't think that it would matter if you looked alike. Elena is nothing like you, and that's why I'm with her. She's kind, empathetic, and she didn't fuck my brother behind my back," Damon says. His eyes were blank.

Katherine laughs, and turns to me, "Elena, if you met Stefan, you'd want him."

I glance at the clock, and realize that Jeremy would be back from work any minute. "Shit," I curse to myself. I tell Damon, "Jeremy can't see her here."

Katherine laughs and heads to the door. "I know where I'm not welcome. Goodbye, Elena. I'll be around." She disappeared before either of us could catch up with her. Damon instantly went to my side, and put his arm over my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Damon asks.

"Why are you asking me if I'm okay? You're the one who got hurt."

Damon looks to his shoes and responds, "No, I mean, are you angry with me? I was going to tell you about Katherine, but I just couldn't find the right words." His blue eyes find mine again.

I shrug, "Ask me in the morning. I've missed you too much to be angry." I lean in to him, and give him a peck on the cheek. He moves his face closer to mine, and our lips touch. I missed our kisses. I missed the taste of his mouth; a perfect combination of mint, bourbon, and smoke. His tongue finds mine, and he quickly lifts me up. I kick my legs around his hips, and start to grind against him. I hear the apartment door open, and Damon whooshes us into my bedroom. "Lock the door," I say.

"Jeremy's home, he'll hear," Damon warns.

"I don't care, Damon. I've missed you too much," I moan. I hear Jeremy complain about the busted doorknob, and I hear him call my name. He notices my bedroom door is closed and he laughs. I half expect him to leave to go to Tyler's, but he never does. The TV is on pretty loudly. I can only imagine that tomorrow morning will be awkward. I quickly lock my door, and sit down on my bed. Damon sits next to me.

I place my hand on his cheek, and pull him towards me. He looks into my eyes before closing the distance between our lips. He kisses me hard and quickly, and I begin to moan. Damon's hand slides up my skirt and his hand pushes my thong aside. His finger slides across my wetness a few times before he forces his finger inside of me. I moan loudly when he adds a second finger. I grab his hand, and guide him. He starts to increase his speed and I let go of his hand. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, and push them to the ground, along with his boxers. "I need you," I say urgently. His fingers exit me, and he quickly positions himself above me. With vamp speed, he enters me and I let out a yell for more. I could tell that he was holding back a little. "Fast," I demand, and he delivers.

I remember that we were still partially clothed, so I reach for my top, and pull it over my head awkwardly. I unclasp my bra and throw it to the floor along with it. I pull at the buttons on Damon's shirt, until his chest is fully exposed. He tells me to keep my skirt on because it turns him on. I run my fingers over the hardness of his stomach, and moan loudly when he increases the speed of his thrusting again. He was going to make me sore in the morning, but I didn't care. He quickly exits me, changes our position so I'm on my knees, and enters me again before I can ask what he was doing. He begins to pound me even harder, and I lift my arm to wipe the sweat from my brow. Panting, I tell him I'm close to an orgasm. His finger finds my clit, and he massages it quickly. My whole body shakes, and I collapse onto my bed. Damon exits, and moves me back on my back. He orders me to open my legs again. "I can't- God, I'm tired." Damon lifts up my legs and he leans his face toward my clit. He looks up at me with his blue eyes full of lust. He massages my clit with his tongue and his fingers enter me again. Overwhelmed by exhaustion and pleasure, I sigh. Damon's tongue slides up and down, eliciting continuous moans from me. I pull his hair, and his fingers thrust quicker and quicker. I toss my head back and experience another intense orgasm with a scream.

I could only imagine how angry Jeremy was if he was still here. I guess I didn't care much, after all of the nights Jeremy and Tyler kept me up with their noises. Damon strokes my arm, and says, "I need to go home and feed."

I bite my lip, "No, you don't." I push my straight brown hair out of the way and extend my neck out, offering him my blood.

"Elena, you're exhausted."

"I don't want you to leave, Damon."

Damon quickly bites into his hand, "Drink from me."

I put his palm to my mouth and suckle on the wound. I could barely even feel his fangs puncture my neck. We drank each other's blood at the same time. His blood was so strong; I started to get turned on all over again. Damon was moaning against my neck, sending chills down my spine. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me again. I moaned against his palm, and licked the blood from the wound until it closed and Damon released my neck. I felt dizzy, turned on, high, and everything in between. Something about tasting his blood made me feel like I could trust him with anything. "Wow," I mutter drunkenly. We stare into each other's eyes for a good minute before we were both too horny to stand it. Before he could ask me if I wanted to have sex again, I was on top of him, grinding against him. I couldn't go nearly as fast as Damon, so I let him guide my hips. I started getting so tired that I wanted to collapse on top of him and rest, but I could tell we weren't really done. My hair was so damp with sweat that I was almost positive I needed a shower after we finished.

"Fuck, Damon, I'm so tired," I pant. Damon tells me that he's close, and within a minute we're both finished and I fall onto the bed. He puts an arm around me and we share a tender kiss. "We need to do this more often," I say in ecstasy, still high from his blood.

"Every night," Damon agrees.

"Meeting you was the best thing that's happened to me in a long time," I say.

Damon's eyes look into mine deeply, and he responds, "I'm in love with you, Elena."

"I'm in love with you, too, Damon," I repeat back to him. It was the first time I ever believed it when I said it. Nobody made me feel the way Damon did. I fell asleep a few minutes later. When I woke up, Damon was still in my bed. I throw an oversized tee shirt over my naked body and throw Damon's clothes at him.

"Well, this will be awkward," I say, imagining Jeremy's face. "You can go back to your place if you want." Surprisingly, he sat through breakfast, unfazed. In fact, I could have sworn he had a smug grin on his face whenever Jeremy looked at him. None of us really said anything; we just sort of uncomfortably looked at each other. Damon left a few minutes after breakfast, and I started to get ready for a long day at work. I had school off, but I needed to put extra hours in at Hooters.

I applied my mascara in my bedroom mirror. Jeremy walks in, and stands behind me. He adjusts his hair in the mirror, and says, "You owe me big time, sis."

I roll my eyes and innocently ask, "for what exactly?"

"Not interrupting," he answers, laughing.

My eyes narrow. "You wouldn't dare."

He winks and leaves me to do the rest of my morning routine. I slide into my orange shorts, and realize I have a rather dark bruise on both sides of my thighs where Damon was gripping me. I try to cover them up, but end up making it more noticeable. I notice small little bruises on my stomach and back also. You know what they say; sex isn't good unless you wake up with a few bruises here and there. I decide to give up on trying to cover them up. The only thing that really needed covering was the hickey and bite mark on my neck. I was running low on time, so I put a bandage over it and called it a day. I get into my car and arrive at work five minutes later. The day went pretty slowly, but I got through the day knowing Damon loved me and I'd see him again soon.

I found myself wondering about what Katherine was up to, and where she was. She said she'd be around, but what the hell did that mean? Was she just going to appear and disappear as she pleased? I didn't exactly want to see her again, but maybe handing her over to Klaus would be a bad idea. Either way, she scared me, and I decided I'd let Damon deal with her.