This is my first story, and I'm kind of nervous. Be nice to me, pretty please? *heart* Also, I know that this chapter is kind of short, but it's after all just a tiny, little prologue.
Give me a hint if I should continue the story :)

Okay, here goes

Prologue:

Elena gave the door to the Boarding House a faint knock. She knew that someone in the house would hear her, and she didn't feel like just waltzing in. She felt that it wasn't in her place anymore. At least not after she gave Stefan the news he was about to receive. Elena tried to stand still, but due to her nervousness, she couldn't. Her palms were sweaty and her feet were tripping. The fact that she had to pee didn't make it any easier.

Just as she was about to chicken out, the door swung open, revealing a very wet and very naked Damon Salvatore. Elena squealed and covered her eyes.

"Jesus, Damon. Since when do you open the door this way?"

Damon winked at her at smirked when he noticed the faint blush that covered her face. He looked her over and decided he better put something on, because Elena looked way to delicious in her tight jeans, blood red t-shirt and leather jacket. As a little plus, she showed just enough cleavage to make him want to rip those stupid clothes off and have his way with her against one of the walls in the hallway.

"Since the guest- who by the way looks very tasty today- decided to stand outside when she usually just bursts through. Of course, I don't mind, but I did after all have to cancel my shower for your sake." While he spoke, he pulled out a pair of black jeans seemingly out of nowhere and pulled them on. Just as he pulled up the zipper, Elena peeked through her fingers and made a sigh out of relief as she stepped over the doorstep.

"You are a jerk, Damon. You could probably hear my car five minutes before it hit the gravel. And since Stefan obviously isn't here, you knew that you had to open the door."

"Sorry, darling. I kind of just expected you to do as you have done every single time you stopped by this house after you learned the horrible truth about Steffie", Damon said with more than just a hint of sarcasm.

Elena huffed indignantly and walked past Damon to sit down on the plush couch. As she stared into the fire, she started to question her reason to be her. Haven't people always said that a clean break was easier- for both parts? Maybe she just should write him a letter, and let him know through her written words. She could tell him the truth and don't have to worry about him trying to get the entire truth out of her. No, she couldn't do that. Not after all they had been through. Not after all the things he had done for her. As she absentmindedly stared at the fire, she didn't notice that the couch lowered. She didn't notice that Damon sat down with a glass of bourbon in his hand. She didn't notice anything before he looked at her, and it felt like an electric current ran through her body.

"Is there something wrong?" Elena turned her head to look at him. His eyes were open and sincere, without a trace of its usual arrogance and sarcasm.

"I…" She looked down at her entwined hands, and bit her lip. All of a sudden it was like all of the air left her body. She sank together and tried to hold back the tears. "I'm leaving", she whispered in a broken voice. Just as she said the words, the front door slammed close and Stefan entered the room. It took him just a second to notice the atmosphere in the room. He looked at Damon's frozen face and Elena's tearful eyes.

"What's going on in here?" he asked in a suspicious tone.

Elena looked up at him with a new determination in her eyes. "I said; I'm leaving. Leaving Mystic Falls. Leaving Bonnie. Leaving… you."