This story is going to be a series of just one-shots, some may be based on promo videos and some may be just random. I often get inspired with very descriptive scenes in my head, but I don't ever have a story leading up to them, so this is going to be the place where I will post them. I hope each chapter will be enjoyable and by making them incredibly vivid with my words, hopefully you will be able to "picture it" in your mind. Also be aware that I may ask you to listen to a song when you read various chapters because that is usually where my inspiration comes from. The lengths will vary, but if a chapter is short, I will try and post a couple chapters with it.

This one is inspired by the scene in the extended promo for 4x05 when Elena tackles Damon and has a gun pointed on his chest.

Damon's POV

I hit the bed with a thump while Elena straddles me, a gun pointed straight at me, digging into my chest. I can hear her breathing quicken. No matter how angry she is with me, I can tell that my close proximity is driving her mad. Her mouth is pursed into a sharp line while her eyes stare deep into mine

She was on board with my plan to rescue her brother earlier, but my 'rough n tough, go get'em' attitude apparently doesn't agree with her…and some snarky comment I made about Jeremy.

"My brother is the only thing holding me together." Her voice is cold, but emotionless. This comment pisses me off, not only because of all the things I've done for her, but for the emotional toll those things have on me.

"It's not every time I've held you close and told you everything was going to be ok? Not when I taught you the least harmful way to survive as a vampire? Not because you know that even though I want to leave this town forever and never look back, I stay because of you. For you"

Her face softens a little bit, she lets her guard down slightly, but she regains composure not even two seconds later, allowing the gun to dig into my chest just a little bit.

"Do it," I whisper, "I dare you."

She squints her eyes into little slits. This remark catches her off guard, I can tell by the way her mouth quivers.

"Why should I?" she retorts, truly interested in what my reply would be.

"Because in death, the pain is quick, whereas loving you, the pain is forever."

I can tell that my remark stings a little bit, but I can't help but feel satisfaction in knowing that it hit home for her. Her eyes close, but her lip still trembles.

I tilt my head slightly to the side to try and make my eyes meet hers, but when she opens them she just turns her head away.

"Now if you could excuse me, I have work to do," I say quietly. She sits up and just stares back at me. I roll out from under her and walk out of the room without looking back.