I packed my things, yet again, in a dark blue duffel bag. All my clothes, shoes, belongings all in one large duffel bag. I thought we'd be able to stay here for at least a little while longer, but I had unintentionally stuffed it up.

Bonnie and Meredith need you, so suck it up and deal with it, my mind told me.

But part of me told me that if I saw them again I'd never want to leave them and Damon would never settle for life in a small town.

I wouldn't mind as long as you were with me, His voice whispered to me.

Am I projecting my thoughts too loud? I thought.

No, turn around. I did as I was told and he was standing behind me. His eyes looked worried and his face showed concern. Time to put an end to that.

I kissed him, pulling him in close, merging our minds so we could have privacy.

But what about Stefan? Fells Church is his home, and you two would just keep butting heads like usual. That's why we left. I wanted him to have a clean break. No drama, no me, no you, and then if he was at peace so could we be.

He doesn't want peace. He wants you. He would embrace drama, even me, if it meant being near you.

I don't think I can do this, Damon. I can't keep hurting him. It's not right. And it's not fair.

After we've saved the town, we'll have to disappear. No contact whatsoever.

He nodded, but made no effort to end the kiss. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I laughed but didn't pull away. His kisses were the best part of this life, the sweetest part. I would willingly stay like this for all eternity if I could, but other things would get in the way. Other people.

Stefan cleared his throat. I pulled away, slightly embarrassed by our public exhibition, but that didn't mean Damon was.

"Brother, this is our bedroom, is it not common courtesy to knock before entering the living quarters of another person? What would Signor Marino say?"

"Well, brother, I would not know. Maybe because it was such a long time ago or maybe because the man has been dust for centuries!"

"If you two are going to start already, spare me. I will wait in the Ferrari, Damon, while the two of you sort yourselves out. If I hear any fighting, so help me God, I will beat the living dead out of you both!"

I stalked out of the room, and sat in the passenger seat of the Ferrari. Damon always drove. Even when we travelled in my car (the new Ferrari 458), he drove.

I didn't have to wait long before Damon appeared in the drivers seat.

"Where's Stefan's Porche?"

"Round back. We'll meet on the ferry" I nodded.

With that, we zoomed off into further darkness.