A/N: My second Damon/Elena story! Starts up directly after Founders Day. Other couples include: Stefan/Elena, Stefan/Katherine, Damon/Katherine, Bonnie/Tyler, Matt/Caroline, Caroline/Jeremy with brief mentions of Jeremy/Anna and Jeremy/Vickie. Spoilers taken from Comic Con incoorperated in this story. Slightly AU.

Rated M for language, violence, and brief sexual scenes.


Supernaturally Acquired
Chapter One


It had been two weeks since Elena had found Uncle John dead in her kitchen.

Two weeks since her brother Jeremy had OD'd and been rushed to the hospital.

Two weeks since Katherine's return.

Two weeks before everything changed forever.

Elena Gilbert sat in her kitchen, her fork pushing her eggs with her fork lifelessly on her plate as she listened to Jenna chattering in a fake, happy voice. Elena was not exactly happy at the moment though, her thoughts a dark murky mess as she recollected the last two weeks.

After the mess at the Founders Day, she had walked home, rather upset that her clothes had been stolen. She had walked into her kitchen after hearing a groan, and nearly screamed as she saw Uncle John on the floor. Blood was everywhere, and Uncle John's lifeless eyes stared back at her as she shakily put a hand up to her mouth to keep from vomiting. She must have screamed at some point though, because footsteps eventually could be heard coming down the steps as Aunt Jenna came into the kitchen, her eyes widening and a sort of choking sound emitting from her lips as she saw Uncle John on the floor.

And then the police were called, the house becoming populated with officers asking questions, writing down answers in white little notebooks, and being rather a nuisance to the family.

No, she didn't know who could have wanted to hurt Uncle John. Every vampire in town who wasn't killed by the device.

Yes, she was the first one at the scene of the crime.

No, she did not know that her brother was upstairs and that he wasn't breathing.

Jeremy was rushed to the hospital then, tears pouring silently down Elena's cheeks as she accompanied him in the ambulance. Aunt Jenna had stayed to answer more of the police's questions, and Elena wished for more than the first time tonight for Stefan. He'd know exactly what to do, what to say, and Elena wondered where he was. He was supposed to meet her at the hospital, but that had been over an hour ago. He should have called by now, concerned about Elena's whereabouts, she thought to herself. But he hadn't. And Elena was scared, her heart pounding painfully in her chest, her body shaking as they arrived at the hospital.

Jeremy was carted away, and a nice nurse gave Elena a cup of coffee and a package of Twinkies. Elena sat down on one of the plastic chairs, her food and beverage long forgotten on a coffee table beside her as she put her head in her hands, crying quietly to herself.

"Elena?"

Elena looked up, into a pair of seemingly concerned blue eyes, and smiled shakily through her tears.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Damon looked down at his scuffed boots, and made a noncommittal grunt.

"I-uh what happened?"

"Jeremy OD'd on painkillers. My painkillers actually."

"I'm sorry," Damon said, sitting next to her, his hand inching closer to her hand before moving back towards his side and dangling there.

"You don't have to be, it's not your fault," she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

Damon flinched slightly at her words, his and Jeremy's last conversation playing in his mind like a bad record.

"How is he?" Damon asked instead of what he really wanted to do, which was for some reason beg for forgiveness. Elena shrugged, her eyes going blank for a moment before turning to gaze into Damon's blue ones.

"You don't think he…..tried to kill himself…because of me?"

Damon's eyes widened and he stared at Elena for a long moment before shaking his head emphatically.

"Never. Not in a million years. Never because of you."

Elena's eyes filled with tears, and she scooted her chair closer to Damon's her hand brushing lightly against his before intertwining her fingers with his.

Damon looked at his hand in shock, emotions flickering on his face before it became blank again, like a chalkboard that had been erased after a long day of school.

They sat there for a few moments, Elena's silent cries still filling the room, before Damon was able to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind ever since he'd come to the hospital. He still didn't know why he came to the hospital anyways.

"Where's Stefan? He told me he was going to meet you here after I got home from…." Damon trailed off, his hand tightening around hers for just a few moments before loosening its tightening grip.

"Home from what?"

"Nevermind."

"He never called me back after I got home. Someone stole my clothes and I heard a noise and…..Damon what's wrong?"

Damon's face had suddenly flushed with anger at her words, his hand ripping away from hers as he turned to stare at him.

Elena looked back, shrinking in her chair at Damon's accosting glare.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Elena?" Elena said, her voice trailing off into a question.

"Why didn't I compel you in Georgia?"

Elena glanced up at him, her eyes questioning. "Because we were having fun, Damon, what's going on?"

Damon stood up from his chair, his eyes not meeting hers.

"I've got to go. Would you like me to call someone to stay with you?"

Elena shook her head. "No, what's going on?"

Damon smirked. "Nothing princess, I just have to go check on something. I'm sorry about Jeremy."

Damon started to walk away, and Elena stared after him. What the hell had just happened?

"Uncle John's dead," Elena called out after him. Damon stopped, and turned around, his eyes meeting hers.

"I'm sorry," he said mechanically.

And then he was gone.


Damon made it back to the mansion in record time. Shrugging off his jacket he went into the main living room, his vampire hearing listening for the tiniest whisper of noise. He nodded to himself as he heard nothing out of the ordinary, and sighing to himself he poured a shot of whiskey before sitting on the couch.

He was so stupid. He angrily took a sip of the whiskey, his hand tightening on the glass as he remembered the kiss that had happened between him and Elena just over an hour ago. But it hadn't been Elena who he was kissing, Damon's brain chimed to him annoyingly.

Katherine was back.

Stefan was missing.

And Damon had an urge to go back to the hospital so strong that it almost felt supernaturally acquired.

Something was terribly wrong.


A/N: Hmmmmmmmmmm I wonder where Stefan is? Speculation anyone? Will give you a cookie if you guess right! ;)