A/N: Okay I guess people aren't loving this as much as I would like so here's the next part anyway but if this still gets no reviews I'm just going to end this story here. I've written nearly 10 chapters after this but I'll just rework them for other one shots. Thanks for reading anyway :)
Damon was ecstatic. He'd never felt this excited in nearly 200 years. Here he was packing for a trip away with Elena, just the two of them, for two whole months. No distractions, no drama, no Stefan...just them.
He couldn't describe the way he was feeling right now. Hell, if he was human he'd probably be jumping for joy at this moment. God, he was whipped but dammit if he wasn't going to throw everything he had into making Elena see that he was the better choice. She needed someone who matched her, challenged her, brought her to life.
He'd seen her with Stefan. Stefan made her smile but Damon made her laugh. Stefan fought to hide his true nature, Damon embraced it and never pretended to be the hero for her. Stefan covered up the truth to spare her feelings, Damon was brutally honest because he knew sugar coating the truth only made it worse when reality came crashing down. She needed a man, not a boy, and Damon was her equal in every sense of the word. He just had to make her see it.
He'd been surprised to say the least when she'd asked him to come. He'd found himself in The Grill replaying that dance with Elena in his head over and over again when John had walked in fuming and having a very heated phone conversation with Jenna about Elena going on a trip.
At first he'd assumed it was a make-or-break (hopefully break) trip with Stefan following his relapse back to human blood. He'd been prepared for a depressing few weeks without her. Then, when John had complained about the dangers of her going alone, he'd downed the remainder of his drink and set off for her house.
He'd planned to either persuade her into letting him go with her or following her anyway just for the hell of it, but for her to actually ask him directly without him even mentioning wanting to go with her. It amazed him how she constantly took him by surprise just when he thought he'd got her all figured out. She was a mystery to him and he couldn't get enough of her.
He wondered what Stefan would say when he found out his girlfriend had left town on another road trip with his brother and couldn't help but laugh at the expression he imagined would be on his face.
He soon sobered up though wondering whether she was still Stefan's girlfriend. She'd avoided talking about it when he'd brought it up so he'd just have to get it out of her during their little trip.
He wanted to know where they'd go. There were loads of places he wanted to take her; Rome and his villa there, Paris, St Tropez, Dubai. Hell he'd even take her to the Maldives if she'd let him. He was still busy wondering if she'd let him take her outside of America when he heard the front door slam and Stefan's footsteps coming up the stairs.
He debated about whether he should tell Stefan where he was going and, more importantly, who he was going with, but decided that it would only delay their trip and possibly cause Elena to rethink it if he found out before they'd left.
Stefan knocked on Damon's bedroom door and opened it cautiously. Peering inside he looked quizzically at Damon and his expression hardened when his gaze fell on the open suitcase on his bed.
"Where are you going?" Stefan asked.
"Away." Damon replied smirking.
"I can see that, but where?" Stefan repeated rolling his eyes in frustration.
"I don't know yet, but I'm leaving soon." Damon shrugged.
"What did you tell Liz after I..." Stefan trailed of uncomfortably, bowing his head in guilt.
"After you tried to make a Miss Mystic juice box out of Amber? I didn't say anything. She knows it was a vampire that attacked her but I told her that I got there at the same time as Elena and Bonnie. Alaric came out to see what was happening and that by the time we got there whoever had attacked her was gone." He closed his wardrobe and turned to face Stefan.
"Then why are you suddenly leaving if no one suspects us?"
"Because I am."
"But why?" Stefan pressed.
"An interesting...offer has come up and I just can't say no." He smirked wanting to play on Stefan's reactions now knowing that by the time he found out about what he was really doing he'd be long gone.
"What offer?" Damon could tell Stefan was struggling to reign in his anger which only made him smirk more.
"I could tell you but I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."
Stefan leant against the door frame and shook his head. "Can't you ever just answer a question like a normal person?"
"Nope." He grinned.
"Have you seen Elena?" Stefan asked wearily.
"Not since we found you in the woods after the Miss Mystic Falls dance, no." Damon lied smoothly shrugging his shoulders. "Why?"
"She's been ringing me and she's left messages, but I can't face listening to her disappointment. I've ignored them but I need to know that she's okay." He said it with such pain that Damon almost, almost, felt sorry for him.
"Well it's not my job to go checking up on everyone you've upset, I'm not a couples councellor. I've got more important things to do, so, see ya." Damon zipped up his suitcase, picked it up and exited his bedroom leaving Stefan standing there shaking his head.
Damon had just finished loading his suitcase and blood bag container into the car and was heading back inside for his jacket when Stefan appeared in front of him.
"When will you be back?" He asked folding his arms across his chest and fixing Damon with a stare that reeked of parental authority.
"Jeez, Stefan what are you, my dad?" Stefan winced slightly at the mention of their father but refused to look away.
"What's with the twenty questions? I go where I want, when I want and I don't have to give you a run down of my plans. All you need to know is I'm going out of town for a couple of months so don't rent out my room." Damon pushed Stefan out of the way, grabbed his jacket and sped to his car.
"Dinner's in the fridge, don't stay up too late, try not to go on a killing spree and don't answer the door to strangers. Oh, and it was Elena's idea." Damon smirked and gunned the engine, reversing out of the drive and speeding off towards Elena's house, leaving a very confused and angry looking Stefan dumbstruck behind him.
A/N: Reviews please (literally begging now) I've got so much more of this story to post and I HATE giving up :-/ It's annoying having over a thousand visitors and 1,236 hits and not getting a single review just favourites and story alerts, not that I'm not appreciative of those too but I only do this to improve my writing and have a bit of fun :) Reviews are my favourite part of the process even if they're flames because it gives me a chance to improve. Sorry for ranting it's just it really gets on my nerves and I'm not the only author who gets a little annoyed when ours stories are favourited but lacking in reviews :D until next time...