A/N: I Just want to remind everyone that Damon wasn't bitten by Tyler in this story, the main focus is just on Elena right now. Please review and let me know how I'm doing! :D Also, I listed this under crossover with Vampire Knight and Vampire Diaries because the hallucinations are a lot like Yuuki's and there's a big surprise at the end. Enjoy!


I stared at Jeremy sleeping soundly in his bed, pondering how I could raise him on my own. The weight of Jenna's death made everything seem too big to do. I slowly closed the door but ambled over to Jenna's room.

What am I going to do? I thought as I stared at the pictures of Jenna and my parents in the picture frames at her desk. Even though I knew I had to be the parent now, I never felt like more of a kid.

"That'll get easier," Damon said from behind me, startling me. "But you knew that."

"What do you want?" I asked in no hesitation to show my anger.

"I want to apologize,"

"Damon…"

"Please. Elena, feeding you my blood, I was wrong."

"Yes, you were."

"And I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," Damon said sadly, stepping uncomfortably closer to me. "But…I need it."

This wasn't something I was going to let go easily. A vampire was the last thing I wanted to be, and it was all his fault that Jenna died, but also, Caroline and Tyler would have been dead if he didn't do what he did. But still, I was mad at him. I was mad at everything.

"And I need some time," I declared. "Maybe a lot of time,"

He looked disappointed but nodded and smiled in assurance. "Sure. Of course, take all the time you need."

Damon left and I was left to think. Now that there was no one there to help me I had so much to do; clear Jenna's room, make phone calls to those who didn't know what happened, ask Rick to do the impossible, prepare dinner for tonight and finally attend the 'Gone With the Wind' screening. But first, to clear my head, I needed a bath.

I opened the door to my bathroom but gasped loudly when I turned the knob. On my hand, on the doorknob, oozing through the bottom of the door was blood. I started panicking and pushed the door, but nothing was there. Then I looked back at my hand, the doorknob and the floor but the blood was gone. I paused for a moment, then laughed at myself and ran a hot bath.

I relaxed myself in the bathtub, letting every thought leave me to know that I deserved a few moments to relax. I may never come out.

I closed my eyes leaning back in the tub. I wanted Stefan with me. I wanted to ask him for comfort even though I assured him that I was fine. But Stefan let me make my own decisions and he knew if I asked for something, I wanted him to do it. I needed to see his smile today to be assured that I wasn't lost. He was my cure. He would always be my cure. But I hadn't seen him smile since we spent our last day together. I couldn't get the image of his distraught, wrecked face out of my head when Klaus was drinking my blood. I wanted to run over to him and assure him that I was going to be okay. But when he cried, it was like the world was ending.

I went to get out of the tub but as I attempted to, blood was trailing down my arm. I shook my head to shut it out of my mind but turned and realised the tub was overflowing with blood. This isn't real! This isn't happening! Flickers of voices flashed through my mind.

Dad, look out!

It's over, Matt.

I love Stefan, it's always going to be Stefan!

I'm scared!

I love you so much.

I tossed around in the tub, shaking my head trying to get this terrible vision out. I tried hard, but even my body felt the thickness of the gore constricting my body and sliding between my toes. I screamed and writhed and jumped out of the tub with red dripping off me and staining my towel.

"Elena," Jeremy called worryingly, tugging on the door handle desperately. "What is it?"

"Blood!" I screamed. "Blood!"

But like a flash, the blood was replaced back with the water and I was clean with nothing but water wetting my skin.

"Hey Elena, are you okay?"

I took a deep breath trying to relax myself. "I-it was nothing, I'm coming out soon."

I could tell Jeremy was still paused at the door. "…Alright then, I'll meet you downstairs, okay?"

Quickly without thinking I opened the door and snagged at his shirt pulling him back towards me.

"Please," I whimpered. "Stay here for a while."

"…Okay, I'll stand outside the door."

"Thanks Jer," I said, closing the door.

I hung my head over the sink panting, trying to gain control of myself. All this stress is making me crazy, I thought. I lifted my head to the cabinet mirror but made a deafening shrill when I saw my red eyes, dark veins under them and sharp incisors protruding from my side teeth.

"Elena!" Jeremy shouted, swinging the door open. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Jer, I don't know what's happening to–" I stopped. I turned to the mirror and my face was back to normal. I felt every inch of my face and traced my fingers along my eyes and teeth.

"Are you okay?" Jeremy asked, concerned. "You look so pale."

I have been feeling a little funny lately, I thought. "Y-yeah…" I stuttered. "I just–I haven't slept all night."

Jeremy was still concerned and very unconvinced. "Well, you should get some sleep. You're not Superwoman, you know, you do still need sleep."

"I know," I nodded. "I've just been having a hard time sleeping lately with everything going on."

"…Are you sure you're okay?"

No, no I'm not okay. Something's wrong with me, Jer. I wanted to say. "I'm okay," I responded instead. "Goodnight, Jeremy."