Elena looked out the window, and sighed. It was half past seven and Stefan was an hour late. She was dressed in a short black dress with a blood red ribbon holding her curls in place. It was Valentines Day and they were supposed to be spending it together, but it looked like Stefan wasn't coming. Frustrated and angry she pulled her ribbon out and stormed up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door. She threw herself on to her bed, falling asleep, still in her clothes.
"Elena!" Jeremy shouted upstairs, as he glared bitterly at the vampire stood on his porch. Her eyes opened slightly, unsure about what she heard.
"Elena, there's a vampire on the fucking door step!" Jeremy shouted again, still glaring bitterly at the vampire. Elena quickly sat up, hoping to god that it was Stefan. She ran down the stairs, sorting her hair out and making sure she looked presentable for her boyfriend.
"Thanks Jeremy," she kissed his cheek, before looking around the door. Her happy mood was suddenly destroyed by the gentle, loving but devious twinkle in Damon's dark green eyes. Angrily, she tried to slam the door in his face but he stopped it from smacking against his nose.
"Stefan sent me, Elena." He pushed the door opened and offered her his white cold hand. Stefan knew Elena wouldn't agree to this, so Damon was lying to her. Jeremy tugged on Elena's arm desperately; she let him drag her into the kitchen.
"What is it, Jeremy?" Elena kept her eyes on Damon Salvatore, making sure he didn't come into the house.
"Stefan's in Damon's car, I think some serious shit's going down!" Jeremy tried to whisper, but they both knew Damon could hear their conversation. Elena knew that she'll have to go with Damon, but first, she had to get changed. Dragging her self up the stairs, not comfortable with leaving Damon down stairs with Jeremy, she looked out of her large bay window. Just as Jeremy had said, Damon's 1967 Chevrolet Camaro was sat outside, and I could see the faint outline of Stefan in the passenger seat.
Elena knew she was risking this, but carefully, as quietly as possible, she climbed out of the bedroom window. Landing on the moist grass perfectly, she realised she made a loud thud.
"Damn it!" she hissed to herself, and made a bee line straight for Damon's car.
Stefan saw her, pressing his palms against the window and shaking his head, mouthing at her to go.
He looked scared for her. Elena couldn't see that he was pleading for her to go.
"Elena you're such a silly girl!" Damon wrapped his arms around Elena's waist and dragged her into the darkness, as Stefan watched, knowing that he couldn't help her now…