Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

I feel kind of sad coming to the end of this huge story. It's been a large part of my life since February, however it is finally finished, and probably in good time. I'm getting juiced out with writing all of these smutty scenes.

I would like to thank everyone who has left reviews, good and bad, I have tried to respond to all of them. They mean the world to me and motivate me to continue writing. Also to everyone who read the story, and continued to enjoy reading it. Knowing I am giving someone something to enjoy, makes me feel privileged to do be able to do so.

Special mentions to Amazing Aisha, DesBlackRose, ScarlettRose, Leeloo87, Leann Nickerson and dawn1899. You've all been a wonderful help to me throughout my time writing this huge story.

So here we are, the final chapter. It is slightly different to the rest as some of it is from Damon's POV.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this final chapter.

Warning for explicit sexual content and bad language.

Dear Diary

To my darling Elena, I figured this would be the best place to write about the dream I had last night.

Firstly, I miss you. You were and still are my everything, my love, my life, including my undead life, my entire world. Now the time is fast approaching for you to be my afterlife and for all eternity, for which cannot come soon enough.

It' i impossible to put a price on being with a person for 79 years, and married for 68 of them. And although you've only been gone a week, it already feels like an eternity of loneliness. I love our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, but you are my soulmate, and a large part of me died when you left me. I'm now simply a shell of the man you married.

I know we talked about this as the time grew closer to you leaving me. So I gave you the funeral you wanted and organized my own, which I suspect will take place within the next couple of days.

I know it will be soon because yesterday, after the funeral, Caroline injected Rebekah with the cure. Myself and the children were there with her when she did it. So Rebekah is now human and has promised to keep an eye on the family after I'm gone. The kids have been very supportive of my decision, but they always knew when the right time came I would give Rebekah the cure. They understood what me losing you meant, and that it would also be my time to go as I can't live without you.

As I'm now an old man, I won't be surviving months after the cure has left my body like Katherine did. I will be unlucky if I last a week. Unlucky as I wish I were with you already. However I do suspect, and hope, I only have hours left as I can quickly feel my body growing ever more tired.

The children have promised to bury this journal with me in the crypt so we will share it together in the afterlife (and there's no way in hell am I going to let them read it). Maybe we can re-live some old fantasies, and add some new ones as we'll be young once more and slightly more agile.

So last night after I gave the cure to Rebekah, I had a dream about you. It was back when I was still a vampire and you were human, before we got together. It was what triggered my greatest regret when it came to you.

I never told you this, but it's a good job I never wrote a journal about my dreams of you. They were every night, sometimes two or more. I'd have had a set of journals rivaling Stefan's. Instead I'll tell you all about them when we are together again, which can't come soon enough (although I hope I have enough time to finish this diary entry).

I'd gone to see Jeremy after the fire at your dad's surgery, to tell him Anna was dead. You and I talked on the porch and we kissed. What could have happened and what really happened are what set the ball rolling for some bad things to happen between us. Knowing you now, I doubt you'd have actually kissed, me, but at the time a man could dream. That was the first time Katherine ripped my heart out.

The worst part is that you never heard what I wanted to say to you that night. Maybe you'd have thought me a better man if you had. Well this is it.

This is my story of the night we never had. The words I never got to say to you. The night which should have been ours, instead Katherine took it away from us.

Goodbye Elena.

I will see you soon baby.

All my love

D

The previous night's dream...

Damon opened the door of Elena's house to leave. He'd been to see Jeremy to break to him the bad news about Anna. As he'd witnessed what had happened, he wanted to be the one to tell the kid. He also wanted the opportunity to decide whether to have his memories erased or not. Jeremy had chosen the hard, but better way and refused to let Damon make him forget.

As Damon stepped onto the porch, he saw Elena arriving, holding the dress she'd been wearing for the Founders Day parade. When she looked up and saw Damon she frowned and looked a little surprised.

"What are you doing here?" Elena asked.

"Failed and feeble attempt at doing the right thing." Damon looked down at the ground.

"Which was...?" Elena looked at him confused.

"It's not important." Damon shook his head. "Let me take this for you." he said as he took the dress and her bag, and set it down.

"Thank you." Elena smiled.

"You know, I came to this town wanting to destroy it." Damon told her honestly. "Tonight, I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen?" he frowned. "I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me." he shook his head, not quite understanding what was happening to him.

"Maybe it is." Elena disagreed.

"Nah, it's reserved for my brother, and you...and Bonnie...who, even though she has every reason to hate me, still helped Stefan save me." Damon smiled sadly.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" Elena frowned.

"Because she did it for you." Damon said softly. "Which means that somewhere along the way, you decided that I was worth saving. And I wanted to thank you for that." he nodded.

"You're welcome." Elena smiled as Damon closed in and kissed her on the cheek. "But I think you're wrong." she went on. "You can be a hero." she said.

"I don't know." Damon frowned.

"You love deeply." Elena told him. "I've never known anyone with such capacity to love. Katherine clearly was an idiot and never deserved you. But someone does. And when you meet that someone, you'll be her hero. And she'll be the luckiest woman on this earth." she smiled.

"You really think that?" Damon frowned.

"I think we all have a destiny and a soulmate." Elena said wisely. "I think sometimes it's not always obvious at first who that person is. And maybe the true ones take time to grow into love. But once it happens, everything else becomes insignificant." she said.

"You really think there's hope for me?" Damon narrowed his eyes.

"I think there's hope for everybody." Elena smiled. "Even you. Damon, you have a big heart and so much love to give. But maybe you need to practice the hero part a little longer." she suggested.

"I'm not changing my hair." Damon joked.

"I'm not asking you to." Elena told him seriously as they stared at each other for a moment, before Elena once more broke the silence. "Well, I need to get inside." she said awkwardly, picking up her dress.

"Do you need any help?" Damon asked.

"No, I'll be fine." Elena smiled. "Goodnight Damon." she said as she kissed him on the cheek and walked inside the house.

Damon touched his cheek and smiled before turning around and stepping off the porch and into the night. Suddenly there was a blinding light, it was no longer dark, and he wasn't stood outside the Gilbert house. Instead it was a cold wintry morning and he was stood in the cemetery, next to the Salvatore crypt. Right in front of him Elena was sat against her parents grave, looking once more like her young self, but she was in her scrubs and her hair was much shorter, just like she'd had it after she'd graduated.

Elena was looking down at her journal, scribbling away in the same way she always had, clearly she hadn't seen him arrive. He heard the sound of his crow fly behind him and that garnered Elena's attention. She looked up and a huge smile erupted all over her face. She got up, picked her things up and walked over to him. Damon held his hand out for her and she took it.

"So what happens now?" Damon frowned.

"When I first got here, I saw Elijah." Elena told him. "He told me I needed to find the ones I loved the most who had already crossed over to find peace, and they would be waiting to guide me." she said. "But I wanted to wait for you first. Once we've crossed over, we'll be together again, but this time at peace with the ones we love. Until a time comes when we need to be the guiding hands of those who love us the most. Probably for the kids." she smiled.

"Thank you for waiting." Damon smiled as he felt a tear well up.

"How could I not?" Elena asked. "We do everything together remember." she told him.

Damon squeezed her hands tightly. "I know." he said as they stopped, walking and Damon turned Elena around to face him. "God I've missed you." he said as he could no longer hold back the tears.

"How long has it been?" Elena frowned. "It feels like I've only been here a few hours." she said.

"A week." Damon told her as Elena's eyes widened with surprise. "Maybe more. I was writing a journal entry in your wedding gift, and fell asleep." he said, suddenly looking around with fear. "Please tell me this isn't a dream." he began to panic as Elena cupped his face with her hands.

"It's real." she assured him. "Or about as real as it can get." she smiled. "What was the journal entry?" she asked curiously.

"It was my first confession to you." Damon frowned. "The one you never got to hear. Instead Katherine got it by pretending to be you for the first time." he said.

"What happened?" Elena asked.

"It's in the journal." Damon smirked.

"And where is that?" Elena asked as Damon frowned and looked around.

"I had it in my hands before I fell asleep." he told her.

"Maybe it's in the crypt already." Elena shrugged. "Shall we look?" she asked as Damon nodded and they stepped inside.

Instead of the usual dark place they saw when they visited their loved ones, they were inside Damon's old bedroom inside the old Salvatore boarding house, from the time when they were first together. On Damon's bed lay the journal, open at the entry Damon had written. Elena sat down on the bed and read his words, her eyes welling up with tears as she did. Elena stood up from the bed and kissed him, cupping his face in her hands.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you too." Damon nodded as he looked Elena up and down. "But I have to be honest and tell you that I hate those scrubs. Too much blood." he screwed his face up in disgust. "Do you think our loved ones will mind waiting a little longer?" Damon asked with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"And what are you thinking?" Elena asked as Damon kept looking at the bed.

"Whoever is greeting us, put this bed here for a reason." he shrugged. "Maybe we should make good use of it. Especially now that we have our old hot sexy bodies back." he smirked.

"Damon Salvatore!" Elena cried. "Five minutes into the afterlife and you're wanting sex already?" she folded her arms.

"Well it has been a long time." Damon smiled hopefully.

"You are incorrigible." Elena laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "But we need to be quick." she whispered.

"What?" Damon frowned. "You think the doors to everlasting peace will close forever if we take too long and we'll be stuck in the purgatory of my old bed for all eternity?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"No, but what about Stefan?" Elena asked.

"I'm not looking to having a kinky threesome with my brother." Damon teased.

"I didn't mean that." Elena rolled her eyes.

"I know, I know." Damon sighed. "But we don't know if sex is allowed when we pass go. This might be our last time." he said sadly, pressing his forehead against hers.

"If that were the case, nobody would ever want to find peace." Elena insisted. "But, you're right. It has been a long time, and it would a be a shame to waste these hot bodies we used to have." she smiled, as she pushed Damon's black jacket over his shoulders. "Especially yours." she added.

Damon helped her with his jacket and threw it to the floor and began to kiss her passionately, as if they were reliving their first time. Due to Elena's cancer, sex had been out of the question for the last year. Other than that, they'd remained like young lovebirds for their entire married life. People had often commented how they were like eternal teenagers, which was ironic considering Damon was almost two hundred and fifty years old. However, they knew how finite life could be, and had even given up the chance of eternity together in favor of their humanity, and they never wanted to waste a minute of it.

"Dance with me." Damon held out his hand towards Elena who smiled and took it. He pulled her in close and rested his cheek on top of her head. The smell coconut shampoo in her hair filled his senses, bringing him a feeling of comfort and relief. It had seemed a lifetime ago since he'd been able to smell her her like this. They both closed their eyes as they swayed to the non-existent music.

Damon twirled Elena around and pulled her back close to him, their foreheads rested nervously against the other. Their lips brushed together lightly, as if they were testing what was permitted inside the room, whether there would be a sign telling them the door to peace had been cruelly withdrawn from them, because they'd kept their loved ones waiting too long. When nothing happened, they took it as them being granted permission to carry on.

Elena pulled Damon's t-shirt over his head, revealing the body of his younger self. She ran her hands up and down his chest, he lips following in their wake. They were momentarily interrupted by Damon removing Elena's shirt, revealing a black lacy bra. Now they felt they had been given the freedom to be together one last time before they crossed over and found peace, they weren't prepared to hold back.

Damon picked Elena up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, as he gently placed her down on the bed. He pushed the stray hairs away from her face as he lowered his head and kissed her once more; all the while Elena was trying to undo his belt. She giggled at her futile attempts as Damon grabbed hold of her pants and pulled them down, revealing black lace panties to match the bra she was wearing.

"I don't know about finding peace, but I think I'm already in heaven." Damon smirked as he jumped on top of Elena and growled playfully into her neck, throwing her into a fit of giggles.

"Damon!" she cried as she finally got a hold of his belt and pulled it off while he started to tickle her, causing her to wriggle about.

Suddenly Damon laced his fingers through hers and pushed her hands above her head and the laughter died away. It was replaced by them simply staring at each other in wonder. They'd never noticed the changes in each other over time as the small wrinkles had appeared. Hair changing color, the slight changes to their features which naturally came with age. To each other they'd appeared eternally the same, however when faced with the younger versions of themselves, it was a surprise. Almost like looking at another person. They touched and stroked each other's face and hair in wonderment, the shapes all too familiar, yet seeming so new and fresh.

Damon ghosted his hands down Elena's body. Like Damon, Elena had always been careful to keep herself in good shape, right up until she was taken ill. As soon as each of the kids had been born, she'd gone straight to the gym to get her figure back. Even when they were in their biological eighties, they still made time for exercise. Unfortunately no amount of exercise could change gravity, and their bodies still changed. Now however, Elena had the skin and figure of a thirty year old, like it was before they had kids, right around the time they'd gotten married. Not that Damon had cared how she'd aged, but it was nice to feel the youthful softness once more.

For her part, Elena was relishing the feel of Damon's body and touch. To her he never stopped being devilishly handsome or sexy, but she was surprised just how hot he was when he was biologically young. In fact he was so hot, her pulse felt like it was racing faster than she'd ever known. She felt like a schoolgirl who was in close proximity to her high school crush from some boy band who was completely out of her league. Damon must have noticed some change in her as he stopped and frowned.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"I'm just appreciating how hot you are." she smiled shyly. "I kinda forgot." she laughed.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Should I be insulted?" he asked.

"It is a compliment." Elena smiled as she placed her hand on his heart. "It was the beauty in here which attracted me, not your face."

"I just thought you wanted me for my body." Damon teased. "Or was it my tongue?" he smirked.

"Well you better remind me what you can do with it." Elena whispered seductively. "Then maybe I can answer that question."

Damon began to kiss her neck and under her chin as he slipped his arm around Elena's back and expertly unhooked her bra. He carefully pulled it away from her shoulders and threw it across the bedroom to join the ever growing pile of clothes.

"God you're beautiful." he murmured as he took one of her breasts and circled his tongue around her areola. He then took her nipple into his mouth and began to firstly suck on it, then he gently took it between his teeth, causing it to pebble and for Elena to hitch her breath with pleasure.

Damon took the other nipple between his fingers and began to pinch it, causing Elena a little pain, but yet at the same time it was incredibly pleasurable. It had been a long time since Damon had been able to be so rough with her, and she was relishing every moment of it. As Elena looked down on Damon, who had now switched breasts, she couldn't help but think how erotic the sight of him licking and sucking her breasts was, especially now she could appreciate their youthful appearance once more.

Finally Damon must have decided that her breasts had had enough attention. Elena knew what was coming next, heat pooled between her legs at the mere thought of his next destination and what he would do when he got there. Right on cue, he began to pepper kisses down her stomach, until he reached her panties. However, Damon was clearly teasing her as he made his way back up her body and kissed her.

"You're still overdressed." Damon grinned as he hovered over Elena.

"So are you." Elena smiled back as she cast her eyes down the his jeans as he grinned and stood up.

"Do you want to do the honors?" he asked kicking off his shoes as Elena got to her knees on the bed so that she was slightly higher than him.

Elena didn't need to be asked twice as she unfastened his zipper as his jeans pooled to the ground around his ankles, revealing a fully naked Damon, who, by going commando, was clearly prepared for the afterlife. Damon stepped out of his jeans and removed his socks, while Elena licked her lips at the sight of his nakedness. Even after all of their years together, the sight of his treasure trail, and what it led to, never failed to impress her.

"Like what you see?" he smirked as Elena nodded and took his length into her hand, earning her a moan of pleasure from Damon as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The sound which Elena had always thought was probably the sexiest noise she'd ever heard in her life, and it always went straight to her core. Damon managed to compose himself and gently grasped her hand in his. "It'll be over before we even start if you carry on like that." he warned her as Elena removed her hand and allowed Damon to pull her panties down, before pushing her back on the bed to finish removing them with his teeth and a smirk.

Damon pushed Elena up the bed, pushed her thighs apart and raised her legs, so that her feet were flat on the bed. He kissed the inside of each thigh, starting from her knees and making his way to the place she really wanted to feel him, but he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, not right away. He was happy teasing her and hearing her whimpers of pleasure while he did so.

"Fuck Elena, you're wet." Damon swore.

"What did you expect?" Elena panted. "You know what you can do to me. And it's been a long time." she whispered as he drew a line along her folds with his finger from her entrance to her nub.

"It's been too long baby." he whispered back. "But being with you now, like this, I think I'm already in heaven." he muttered as he lowered his head between her legs letting his tongue follow the line his finger had just made. He opened her labia and blew into her entrance, causing Elena to moan with pleasure.

To prevent her from bucking her hips, Damon placed his hand gently on her stomach and began to circle her entrance with his tongue, delving deeper inside every time he circled her, until he was what could only be described as tongue fucking her. Because it had been so long, Elena had never felt anything feel so amazing in her life. Damon then upped the ante as he began to massage her clit with his thumb. The pleasure became so intense that the heat which had been pooling in her stomach threatened to turn to boiling point as her core became red hot. Damon then changed tactics as he inserted two fingers inside her and began to suck on her clit whilst his fingers pumped her, bringing her to the edge as red hot spasms began to take over her inner walls with a strange electric numbness around her core, causing her to arch her back in pleasure as she tumbled over it.

"Oh my god...oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...Damon...aah" she moaned as she suddenly went rigid, unable to form any coherent words as the spasms continued for a few moments longer before her body started to shake and the spasms began to die down, along with Damon, who slowed his tempo to match the dying embers of her climax.

"I take it you enjoyed that?" Damon asked smugly as he crawled up the bed and hovered above her, the tip of his shaft pushing against her entrance.

"Oh yes." she nodded slightly breathlessly as Damon bent his head and kissed her, so she could taste herself on his lips.

Damon pushed Elena's arms above her head, lacing his fingers through hers. "You ready?" he asked.

"I've never wanted anything so badly in my life." she whispered. "I love you." she added as Damon gently pushed his member inside of her. "Ahhh." she moaned with pleasure as she felt his length filling her and stretching her completely, until he was buried deep inside her.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice full of concern.

"I'm more than okay." Elena smiled as she pushed her hips up to his to signal she wanted him to move.

"I love you too." Damon whispered back as he began to thrust, slowly at first, but he gradually began to pick up the pace as Elena to moved her hips to a rhythm which was in perfect sync with his. He kissed her neck whilst at the same time continuing to thrust, their bodies were so perfectly in tune with one another's, that it didn't take long for Elena to quickly feel the build up of another orgasm. Damon slipped his hand between them and began to massage her nub. The feel of his thrusts combined with his kisses and talented fingers, working their magic on her clit, caused the heat to quickly pool in her stomach and the white hot spasms of another orgasm overtook her body.

"Oh fuck...Damon...yes...aargh!" she cried as the orgasm hit her with a ferocity she hadn't expected, causing her to arch her back as Damon slowed his thrusts to allow her to come down from her release.

Damon rolled them over so Elena was on top, whilst he helped move her hips whilst he continued to thrust up. "I want to see your face when we come together." Damon panted as their bodies met, each thrust was with more urgency than the last.

Damon suddenly sat bolt upright, and the way he looked up at her, as if she were a goddess to be worshiped stunned her. The look of total submission made her feel supremely powerful, like she could conquer the world. She could look into his stunningly beautiful blue eyes for all eternity, drowning in the warmth of them. However the friction of their position began to distract her as she could feel the onset of another orgasm building up inside her.

"I can't hold on much longer Elena." Damon moaned as he latched his mouth onto her breast and sucked hard causing a moan to escape from Elena's mouth at the hint of pleasurable pain which was a talent Damon had seemed to master over the centuries. The combination of pleasure and pain was a heady one, enough to take her to the point where she wanted more and harder.

"Fuck me Damon...oh my god...yes..." she screamed as Damon kept thrusting whilst her white hot core began to pulsate all around him, milking his shaft to his own release. Elena's body went rigid before it began to shake and her vision began to blur.

"Fuck! Elena..." Damon cried out as she felt him spill his hot seed inside of her and she glanced down to see his face scrunch up in a way that made him look even more beautiful to her than she'd ever believed anyone could be, whilst Damon's body shuddered for a few moments as they clung to each other as if their lives, or maybe more like their afterlives depended on it.

Elena lowered her head and kissed Damon as her hair curtained them slightly, giving them an illusion of privacy, whilst Elena felt Damon's member soften inside her. She climbed off him as they both lay back down on the bed as he held her in his arms for a while, gently stroking the side of her body. It had felt like a lifetime ago since they were able to be like this without worrying about aches and pains, or whether kids would walk in on them. A sense of contentment washed over her as her eyes drooped closed and she fell asleep.

Suddenly she felt Damon kiss her on the head, so she looked up and saw Damon's smiling face.

"Mornin' sunshine." Damon smirked. Elena smiled at his usual greeting. She'd missed it in the final few days of her illness, but now the pain was gone, and they were ready to move onto the next step of their lives, which hopefully meant waking up like this every morning.

"Do you think we'll get to wake up like this every day when we find peace?" Elena asked.

"If we don't I'm wanting a refund." Damon growled. "There's only one way to find out." he sighed sadly.

"We need to go." Elena's face dropped as Damon nodded.

"Well you can't go across dressed in your scrubs." Damon said as he jumped out of his bed and over to his closet. "But I've got plenty of clothes for you to choose from, provided you like wearing black." he offered.

"I've done your laundry enough times to know you don't only own black." Elena complained as they both got up and headed over to Damon's closet to see what they could find. They were surprised to find one set of clothes hanging from the rails for each of them. Both had jeans, Damon had a gray t-shirt and Elena had a pink checked hunters shirt, which she always used to love wearing on a Sunday morning when they would cook pancakes for the kids. They took their clothes off the rails and got dressed.

Once they were ready, Damon took Elena's hand in his. "You ready?" he asked as Elena nodded.

They walked through the bedroom door and suddenly they found themselves on their road, near their house. However Elena could tell it was her old house where she grew up and which she'd burned down when she thought Jeremy had died, and not the one Damon had rebuilt for them as there were subtle differences. Elena looked up at Damon for comfort and reassurance.

"I'll be with you soon." he said. "I love you Elena."

"I love you too Damon." Elena smiled.

They took one final look at each other and suddenly Damon disappeared leaving her hand in the air with nothing to hold onto. Elena looked down at her hand, suddenly lost. She'd forgotten what it was like to not have Damon by her side, every step she took. However this was the one thing she had to face alone. She looked at her old house agaon and saw the porch was full of faces she recognized. Her mom and dad, Jenna and John. Suddenly it didn't seem as hard any more because if it hadn't been Damon holding her hand in life, it had been one of these four people instead. Excitement coursed through her stomach at the prospect of seeing her family once again, and instead of walking, she broke into a run.

"Mom, dad, Jenna John." she cried as she climbed the steps to the porch in into the arms of her family.

After a few minutes of tears and hugs her mom tucked a stray hair behind Elena's ear. "You ready?" Miranda asked looking at the front door as Elena nodded, knowing that by walking across the threshold, she would be finding peace, whatever that would be. Her only hope was that it would include Damon.

Grayson opened the door and stepped inside the house, followed by Miranda, Jenna and John. Hesitantly Elena stepped inside, waiting for that moment to recognize she'd found peace. Once she was inside she looked up and saw Damon stood waiting for her, just as he'd left her. He was smiling because right beside him was Stefan with a huge grin on his face. However Elena was just thankful finding peace included spending the rest of eternity with her soulmate. They'd never needed vampirism for eternity together. They just needed each other.

"Damon." Elena cried as she ran into his arms and he picked her up by the waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

"Hello lover." he whispered into her ear in a voice so low only she could hear him. So safe and reassuring, she never wanted him to let her go, and she knew he wouldn't, because they were now together for eternity.

So that's it. It's been a long a rocky road, but it's finally finished. I hope you've enjoyed it.

Take Care

Mandzipop.