Well…I'm not even going to try to think of an excuse. I've been a really unreliable authoress, I know…I know. The worst thing is that it wasn't about having enough time to write, because I always have time nowadays. However, the problem was that I just couldn't figure out what I wanted to write. No, I would not call it a writer's block. It's more like I've completely forgotten what direction I even wanted this story to go in. I'm not even entirely sure what the original plot was. Yes, it is that bad. Right now, I'm just gonna be brainstorming and figuring out my next move in regards to this story and hopefully the next chapter can be up soon.

I've also been spending a lot of time on livejournal, because I've become addicted to the greatness of kpop music *o*, I've barely even been on o.O So I don't even know what's been going on around here lately.

So I apologize for any inconveniences I've caused and I hope that I can get back into the flow of things. Your reviews and support are what keep me going. I love you guys! *muah*

Disclaimer: Do I even need to repeat the fact that I do not own the Vampire Diaries? -_-

She shifted her long toned limbs against the soft white Egyptian cotton sheets, which felt like silk against her bare skin. She bundled herself within the sheets, burrowing herself further into the covers and inhaling the scent of vanilla, cinnamon and fresh mint, with a hint of the musky reminder of their activities from the night before, and the many many times after that…She just had to smirk at the thought. Feeling childish, she rolled around playfully and then buried her head in her pillow. She flopped on to her back and wriggled her toes, feeling totally light and carefree. She lazily cracked open her eyes, glancing around her idly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

She woke up feeling more rested than she remembered in ages. Raising her arms above her head to stretch, she felt all the knots in her back rearrange themselves with a slight pop. She tucked her legs beneath her body and rolled her neck. She unconsciously reached out to touch the spot next to her. It was then that she noticed that she was in bed alone. For some strange reason, she couldn't stop the pout that appeared on her lips. She sighed and disentangled herself from the sheets. Where the hell did her husband decide to run off to now?

Rubbing at her eyes, she glanced around the room, seeing the bathroom door cracked a bit and she could make out the faint sound of the shower running. So, Damon was awake and apparently still in the room.

She sighed and could barely restrain the silly grin that crept upon her features. She had not left the room in two days. She tapped her chin lightly, contemplating her next move. With renewed confidence and a sultry air about her, she rose from the bed, the sheets slithering down her body and strutted towards the bathroom, pushing the door open with the palm of her hand. The sight that greeted her made her lose her breath and her knees weak. She thought that she'd be calling all the shots, trying to tempt him with her feminine appeal, but how could he turn the tables on her…Without even turning around to face her?

She watched, completely entranced as the water from the showerhead cascaded down his ripped physique, rippling down his thick dark hair, sculpted jawline, broad shoulders, defined torso and toned limbs. Her mouth watered at the image and the heat pooled within her thighs. How could she even forget that he had such a delicious ass? Oh damn, now she'd be caught ogling…

He sensed her presence before she even set foot into the bathroom, hearing her tossing and turning in her sleep amused him to no end and now, smelling her heady arousal was making him hard. Just how long was she planning on standing there anyways? He couldn't help but smirk at her.

"Good morning to you too, Princess," he drawled teasingly, snapping her out of her racy thoughts and tinting her cheeks red. "How's the view from over there?"

She sputtered at him, completely caught off guard and he had the gall to laugh at her incoherency. He was more than enjoying this.

She narrowed her eyes at his back and cursed him under her breath. She absent- mindedly wondered just how long she was standing there and gaping at him like some lust driven fan girl. Damn him and his sex appeal. Of course he'd know that she was getting all hot and bothered just by watching him taking a shower. No wonder the damn curtain was open. It was like a silent invitation for her to come to him.

With that realization, she straightened her spine and drew confidence from within her, before asking him, "Do you mind if I join you?"

His ears perked up at her request and he turned around to meet her gaze. If just the back of Damon's body was a drool worthy sight and enough to arouse any female (or male) then the front of his body was like heaven on earth in the form of a man gifted in the powers of seduction and temptation. How could someone look so sinfully tempting and delicious?

He reached out his hand to her, beckoning her to him with a wave of his hand and she followed him with no complaints, walking closer and closer to him until she could feel the cool droplets racing down her skin and his chest against her palms. He grasped her hands within his, pulling her body flush against his own, and reveling in the feel of skin against skin. He could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, her breath, her lust…He could feel her, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her…Everything.

He lowered his head to capture her lips in a fiery kiss, one that would leave her breathless. She threaded her fingers through his hair and brought his head closer to her own, her tongue twisting and turning against his own and she moaned into the kiss. He snaked an arm around her waist and slammed her back to the wall, wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing his quickly hardening manhood against her already moist and dripping core.

She shifted her hips, seeking friction from him, to appease the lust that was gnawing away at her consciousness. He parted from her lips and licked a trail from the curve of her jaw, down her neck and to her pert rosy nipples, taking a bud into his mouth and sucking mercilessly whilst fondling the other with his free hand. She let out a cry at the action and arched up, her body quivering from the sensation.

But he didn't stop there, he unlatched his mouth from her breast and continued his journey, going lower and lower until he could nuzzle her centre and breathe in her sweet scent. She sank her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots and throwing her legs over his shoulders to give him better access. He suckled away at her centre, drawing moan after moan after moan from her as he explored her tight inner walls with his tongue. He loved the taste of her, but he loved burying himself inside her even more.

With one last teasing lick, he removed his head from between her legs to stare at her. Her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted…All in the name of pleasure. She whined at the loss of contact but he quickly shut her up by drawing her hips back down to his, the contact made them both groan. Her legs found themselves tangled around his waist once more and without warning, he plunged himself within her, burying himself up to the hilt.

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her head lolling to the side and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He rested his head on her shoulder, breathing in and out slowly, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, before grabbing her hips and slamming back into her. She moaned and thrashed against him wantonly, then raked her hands down his back, earning a hiss from him. He began thrusting in and out of her at a brutal pace, losing himself in the heat of her core. She tightened her legs around him and met his thrusts with vigor. Their combined moans, grunts and groans bounced off the walls and echoed around the room.

When he felt her walls tightening around him, he picked up his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin was now deafening. The water from the shower making their bodies slide against each other effortlessly. She was close, oh so close…But so was he…

He covered her mouth with his one last time, to swallow her moans. She came screaming his name, he came shouting hers. When she came, she could see flashes of light, stars, spots, all of the above and more. It was mind blowing and maddening. When he came, he swore he could see a little slice of heaven. His mind was on cloud nine.

They panted and panted, trying desperately to catch their intermingling breaths. Their vision was a bit hazy and their minds could barely process coherent thoughts, but they'd never felt better. Her eyes were still glazed over as she slumped against him tiredly and he pressed his forehead to hers, gazing into her eyes deeply.

He was more sure than anything else, that there was nothing more beautiful than the Elena right before him – bare and still on high from her orgasm but oh so precious and breath taking. He wanted to give her every single compliment he could think of or even place her on a pedestal, but he could think of nothing more. He wanted to say something, anything. His mind was blank and the only thing in his vision was her sleepy but smiling face.

"You don't have to say anything, Damon," she murmured tiredly, leaning her head on his shoulder, "It's okay for now, this moment is already perfect as it is. Just let it stay that way," He smiled down at her, a small smile, but a genuine smile and kissed the top of her head. Cradling her body in his arms, he carried her out of the bathroom and to the bed, but not before wrapping a large fluffy white towel around her form. She was drifting off to sleep again, but she knows in the back of her mind that she definitely heard him say, "I'm so glad that you're mine, Mrs. Elena Salvatore,"

The sunlight filtered into the room through the off-white coloured drapes that were conveniently left wide open the night before, bathing the room and everything in it in a golden glow. The blonde shifted and groaned at the early morning light that was much too bright for her tastes. She tried to raise a hand to her face to shield her eyes from the onset of the rays, but any sort of movement was a pain.

Fighting against the hurt, she stretched her arms above her head and looked around, only to find she was still in her living room, in the clothes she had on last night, with a pulsating headache. Just great, she must have gotten so drunk off her rocker that she ended up crashing on the couch, and apparently her mom never came back home last night to kick her ass off the couch and up to bed. She probably pulled an all-nighter. Really, she needed to take a break sometimes and get a social life…or a man. Who said that a good romp in the sack couldn't fix anything? Lord knows that her mom probably hasn't been laid in years.

Choosing to think of a topic that was less, disturbing…Caroline focused her mind on getting up from the couch, which was harder than it looked. She swung her legs around to plant her feet firmly on the ground and get her ass off the couch and into her bathroom to take a long well deserved shower, when the supposed groundrumbled beneath her and she fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Oh my god, now she was in double the amount of pain, the room around her was spinning like a freaking tornado and judging by the hard object poking at the inside of her thigh, she was pretty damn sure that she was straddling somebody right now. To be precise, an obviously healthy male specimen, with an even healthier sex drive. She gulped audibly at the realization.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked down below her to meet the half lidded dark eyes of one Tyler Lockwood. Her jaw came unhinged as she gaped at the man below her. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the situation. Why the hell was Tyler in her house, much less on her living room floor? Now she was completely awake, this revelation alone was like a bucket of ice cold water that was splashed over her head. Now she was really curious as to what happened last night. She was still with Matt…Wasn't she? Did she betray him last night with one of his closest friends?

But then she wondered…Why did they still have their clothes on? Plus, how did she end up on the couch and he end up on the floor? Maybe they were planning on having sex and then chickened out? Or better yet, there was no sex involved at all…

She quickly scrambled from on top of him and backed away. Not sure what to say to assess the situation at hand right now. He ran a hand through his now unkempt charcoal black hair and let out a loud yawn. Judging by his lack of response, she was pretty damn sure that he didn't even realize the position he was in right now. Caroline couldn't help but want to slap him over the head and glare at him for seeming so damn nonchalant about the whole thing.

When his eyes finally focused on her, they widened considerably and he visibly paled, his mouth forming a small 'O'. He gulped and looked away, raising a hand to scratch at his scalp nervously. He was uncomfortably silent and he wouldn't even meet her eyes. Caroline snorted. Well, this was ridiculous…Why did he look so suspicious? She was downright curious now! His attitude definitely hinted that he was hiding something.

"Do you have any idea what we did last night?" she asked calmly, trying to keep her hysterics under check. Tyler looked at her blankly, trying to seem clueless, but Caroline wasn't buying it one bit.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Forbes," he mumbled, his face scrunched up into a scowl to show his annoyance. Now Caroline was definitely pissed.

"Cut the bullshit, Lockwood!" she growled at him, glaring at him. Tyler seemed taken aback by her outburst at first but then quickly schooled his features and sighed. "You're trying awfully hard to hide something, and if you have to try then that means that something did happen. Now spill the details!"

He sent her a calculating gaze, silently trying to discern her behavior and if he should even say anything or not. Would it make a difference if she knew or not? He weighed his options mentally and once again sighed. He might as well just come clean now. Knowing Caroline, she would hunt him down until she found out everything there was to know. No wonder the girl liked gossip so much…

"We may have done some heavy making out, alright probably a little more than just heavy making out and said some things…some rather personal and emotional things, but that's all I remember," he murmured, staring straight at her to gauge her reaction. At first her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth agape, but as the seconds ticked by, her brows furrowed and she nibbled on her lip in contemplation. He couldn't figure out if exactly what she thought of the news, her reaction wasn't what he expected. He expected her to blow up in his face and freak out and start spewing random words. However, here she was – silent and contemplative – and it was kind of unnerving…

"Forbes, say something…Anything," he plead to her, his eyes trained on her form, and watching her for any kind of sign. She sighs and turns her head away from him, using her blonde hair as a shield to hide her face, then starts twiddling her fingers. Now he was really nervous.

"Is that all, Lockwood?" she mumbled, her voice so low that he nearly missed it, if it wasn't for his superior hearing. He murmured a confirmation and her body shook slightly, that was when he could smell the salty scent of tears.

"Caroline?" he reached out to touch her, but she flinched away as if burnt. He was hurt, to say the least, he was hoping that he wouldn't get that kind of reaction from her. She was crying and giving him the cold shoulder. It would get even worse if he was to tell her that she was the one that was coming on to him, he didn't even know what she would do then.

"Do you remember what was said?" her voice may have cracked mid-sentence, but he could still understand her. Should he lie to her to lessen the burden or should he just come clean now?

"Honestly, I remember quite a few things…" he whispered, and his head dropped in shame whilst her head whipped around and she stared at him in disbelief. She didn't know whether to slap him or to sit down and calmly process everything. She couldn't take this sense of not knowing what happened, because apparently it was pretty damn critical with the looks of things that she found out soon.

He could feel her piercing gaze upon his skin and he shivered. She was glaring at him and he couldn't say that he didn't deserve it, because he did. He was here beating around the bush because he wasn't sure how to deal with his feelings on the matter, but she had to deal with something that would definitely affect her relationship with Matt. He felt like such and asshole right now. Keeping information from her wouldn't help either of them in the long run, he was better off just coming clean now.

With a deep breath, he calmed his erratic heartbeat and raised his head to look her dead in the eyes, and in shaky voice tried to recount the details to the best of his abilities. The details were sketchy as first, but the longer he talked, the clearer they became. She straightened up considerably whilst listening to him, hanging on his every word, creating a visual in her mind. She needed to know what exactly went down.

He told her about how he had to carry her back home because she was basically falling over herself, and clung to him like her life depended on it. How she complained about her love life and how she felt like she and Matt were drifting apart and how she wanted more. How her lips found his after they both collapsed on to the couch and how they felt as if they belonged there. How she whispered words of lust and how much she wanted him and not Matt. He even told her about how much he wanted her in that very moment, but he couldn't have her because he didn't want to be seen as some drunken one night stand. How she begged him to stay by her side until morning just to make sure she wouldn't sleep alone. Then he finally ended up telling her just how they woke up like this…Awkward and confused…

After his long winded confession, he felt himself at a loss of words. He felt relieved, like a huge load was lifted off of his shoulders but he couldn't say the same for the blonde. It was like her worst fears had been confirmed. Sure, they hadn't slept together, but what they'd done was just as bad, even if it was just a drunken mistake.

Her expression was stuck somewhere between conflicted, heartbroken and downright pissed. How could this girl wear so many emotions on her sleeve? He wondered offhandedly, how much this changed everything between them. Could they put this behind them and move on? In all honesty, he didn't want to. That night might be a mistake in her head, but it awoke something inside of him and he wasn't about to let it go just yet.

In one fluid motion, she rose from her seat without even sparing him one glance and walked away, but not before telling him to get out in an icy tone. Tyler blinked at her stupidly, taken aback by her attitude, but could he really blame her?

He wanted to go and embrace her, tell her that it was okay and that he liked her, but his timing sucked. How the hell could he tell her that now? She was still dating Matt, well for now at least, until he found out about this incident, but even then, would she still look his way? Would she still want to explore these feelings? Would she turn her back on him and never speak to him again?

He sighed and lifted a hand to his face to rub at his aching temples. He needed to leave her alone for a while. She didn't need to hear what else he had to say right now. She - no, they - needed to deal with the consequences of their actions first. With one last look at her retreating figure, he turned and sauntered out the door, closing it behind him quietly.

In his head, he only had thoughts of her and what they could be. The only thought that raced through her mind was that she definitely cheated on Matt, and what was worse, was that she might actually have some unresolved feelings for Tyler…

Looking through old, almost ancient documents, files, scrolls, journals and books for anything relevant may seem like such a hassle to the average person, but he was not one to be so easily perturbed. As a researcher, it was his duty to search for the truth. He needed to comb through every sentence, every line and every word, for anything that would assist him in the long run. Each word, however relevant or irrelevant it may seem, was crucial.

However, the long hours spent pouring over the books in Isobel's gathered findings were taking a toll on his body. He's been searching for days and nothing has come up, he needed a hint, a clue…Anything. How fucking hard was it to find information on a werewolf?

Just when he was about to call it a night and get back home, he spied a mismatched brick on the wall behind the bookcase. Now to the naked eye, it was barely noticeable, but the brick had a strange marking on its surface, something that looked almost like a scratch and it jutted out from the wall slightly.

Alaric peered at it more closely, now undoubtedly curious. He reached out his hand to touch to brick and felt it wobble under his finger tips. There was something behind it. He carefully pulled at the brick, trying not to disturb the contents behind it. Behind the brick, there was a small compartment that held an intricately carved wooden box. Intrigued, he plucked the box from the space and inspected it. There was a large lock fixed in its centre, but what really caught his eye was the large white wolf painted on the top with golden eyes. Just what had he found exactly and why would someone need to go through all the trouble of hiding it?

She thrashed from side to side, unable to keep her body still. Sweat clung to her olive coloured skin like a second coat. She felt like she was suffocating. Her long black hair was tangled around her and her heartbeat was accelerating. Her mind was racing, the images were flittering through her head at light speed.

In her mind, she could see the blinding white walls of the hospital and on the bed was the fragile sleeping body of Caroline, but hovering over defenseless form was a contemplative Elena, except her mind told her that it wasn't Elena, her eyes were dark and vicious with webbed veins around the edges. Her fangs glinted in the pale light of the moon before sinking down into the sleeping blonde's neck and ripping it apart.

Her mind reeled from the shock and her body jerked violently, this couldn't be happening now.

"CAROLINE, NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as she finally woke up. Her body was tingling, her head was pounding and her breaths came out as pants. As much as she wanted to believe that that was just a typical nightmare, every fiber in her being told her that it was not. She had just had a vision…and in her vision…Caroline was going to die.

Well, my dears…That's all for now. It's not alot, but it's all that I could come up with for now, I'm sorry :( I just ask that you be patient with my pathetic ass whilst I try to map out what happens next. Thank you so much for reading and please review!