a/u: first fanfic, not sure if I should continue...what do you think? I had fun with this, and I like the idea of Elena being jealous...:)

It was night time, and Elena was heading over to the Salvatore boarding house. She hoped Damon would be there and not at the bar like he had ever since they decided to let Stefan go. She loved Stefan, she did, but she couldn't spend the rest of her life-in her own words-loving a ghost. She was now open to looking elsewhere when it came to romance. And she just hoped Damon still hadn't moved on from her.
She was hesitant when she opened the door, for whatever reason. She hoped she wouldn't see something she didn't want to. As she found herself a little ways into the living room, she heard pleasured moans coming from upstairs.
Exactly where Damon's room was. It wasn't Damon himself...it was a girls screams that came bounding down the stairs and filled the entire house. No, not this again, Elena thought desperately. She felt the tears pool in her eyes, and she turned around to leave the house. Even if this was just a distraction, or a fling, whatever you want to call it, it hurt her to know that he needed a distraction.
Her arms wrapped around herself, and she headed for the door. Just then, she was slammed into the far wall. Her eyes slipped close.

As Damon and the girl-Samantha?-"finished up", Damon suddenly felt the familiar sense of regret overpower him. He wished the ugly girl laying next to him was Elena, could be Elena in another world. Well, he had to admit, the girl wasn't that ugly. She had short, choppy blond hair, and had nice structure to her face. Her eyes were closed, and her head was rested on his chest. But he suddenly became so overpowered with guilt and pain, he needed another distraction. So he grabbed the girl under the arms, and brought her so she was laying over him. "Ready for another round, babe?" she murmured seductively.
"Just shut up," he ordered, ripping into her neck.

"Wakie, wakie, Elena," a familiar, but evil voice murmured in her ear. She woke with a start, glaring around herself.
"Stefan," she cursed. "What the hell are you doing? Where did you go? Why-how could you just leave after the compulsion-" he interrupted her with a hand clamped over her mouth. Suddenly, Elena remembered the slamming into the wall part of their conversation.
"What are you doing?" she mumbled, almost a whine, but it was muffled by his hand.
"I need your help, well Damon's. But he's not going to help me so easily, now is he? But if his precious Elena was in trouble..." Stefan chuckled darkly. "But by what he's doing right now, I don't think he cares much." Stefan grabbed Elena's wrist in a unbreakable grasp. She nearly screamed. He grinned and snapped her wrist back. Elena screamed, as loud as possible, and Stefan tried to muffle the never ending noise. Her screams turned to cries, and over the ringing in her ears, she could hear Stefan's dark laugh.
"DAMON!" she sobbed, wishing the arms around her for once, were his. Oh God, she needed him right now. "Damon," she tried again, but she became limp in Stefan's arms. Tears streamed down on her face.

A scream came from downstairs. It was too familiar, but why would Elena be screaming? "DAMON!" he heard, but it was muffled. His name was called again, low, frantic. He pushed the girl off of him, looking into her eyes and compelling her to leave and to not remember anything that had happened during the last hour, hoping Elena could hold on another moment. He blurred downstairs, finding Elena-in the most terrible of places-in Stefan's arms. Her left wrist looked limp, and her lips were slightly blue.
"Stefan," he growled. An evil grin was pulling up on the corners of Stefan's lips.
"Come to join the party?" Stefan asked innocently. He sounded like Klaus, Damon noted with distaste.
"Crash it, actually," Damon said, his voice strained and low, his face never leaving Elena's pale face.
"Where's your girlfriend? I thought you'd be to preoccupied with her to worry about mine." Damon hated the way he called her mine, as if he owned her. A low growl escaped Damon's lips.
"Let her go, Stefan." Stefan had no traces of humanity left in him at all. He was free of Klaus's compulsion, but he liked having no humanity. Everything was easier that way.
"Only if you agree to help me, no matter who it puts in danger." Damon gazed at Elena.
"De-" he was interrupted by Elena's groan. She was trying to say something.
"Speak up love, even us with our superior senses can't hear it when you mumble like that." Love, Klaus really did get to Stefan.
"Don't, Damon. I'm fine," she spat angrily in Stefan's direction. Her weakness was ruining the anger in her tone.
"Are you really? Was the wrist not enough?" Stefan purred. Before Damon could shout, or Elena could react, Stefan's teeth were tearing into her neck. She screamed in pain as the flesh of her neck was torn into, and it felt like all the blood in her body was leaking away.
"STOP!" Damon ordered. "I agree, I'll help you."
"Wonderful."

a/u: please review, and rate! should I continue? If you want me to, I can't have a chapter up until Monday :/ Sorry! haha, anyways...review!