She looked back at Damon, "What are we going to do?" Elena asked him with an upset tone in her voice.
Damon hopped up from the bed finally having his strength back, his normally laid back face expression was suddenly replaced with a worried look in his eyes.
She walked over to him, taking a hard grip around his muscular arm,
"Damon, please answer me". Damon looked strictly at her, his voice shaking with rage, "don't you think I'm trying to figure that out Elena", he pulled his arm away.
"If that's how you are going to act I'm going", Elena glanced over at him to see if she would get a reaction from Damon, but he just kept walking around the room not even bothered by her.
Fine then. She thought to herself as she marched furiously out of his bedroom.
As Elena walked down the long dark hallway at the Salvatore boarding house, she only had one thought in her mind, Stefan.
She could not believe that he sacrificed himself, for his brother. And here she had been in a room, in bed with his brother, kissing him. Her body quickly got filled with guilt just by the thought of how she had betrayed him.
Elena fell to the ground; she couldn't control her tears anymore.
Damon continued pacing around in his room, trying to get his head around everything that had happened tonight when he heard the noise coming from the hall.
He rushed into the other room kneeling down in front of Elena,
"I'm sorry" he took his hands around her trying to comfort her the best he could, after all she had done for him that night this was the least he could do for her. Elena looked deeply into his blue eyes, her tears still pouring down her soft cheeks.
"We need to find Stefan," She said to him sobbing like a little kid that had been robbed of candy.
"Well" Damon pulled her up to him and placed his hands on Elena's cheeks making her look at him, "First we need to find Katherine, she's the only one who know something" but he was concerned that she would be all gone by now.
Them both started walking in to the living room, where the bottle of whiskey was standing on an old wooden table, next to the enormous fireplace.
Damon opened the bottle and took a big sip, before he handed it over to Elena, "want some?", he smirked trying to lightened the mood for a little bit.
Elena glanced over at him not looking very happy at all, "your brother is missing, and all you can think about is drinking alcohol?" She pushed his hand back, "no, I have better things to do".
The moment they had shared earlier that night was forgotten for now in Elena's mind, she could not understand how he could be so cold hearted.
She really thought Damon had changed, that they had made a connection.
After what happened before she actually doubted if being with Stefan was the right thing, but now that thought made her sick to her stomach.
Furious as she was, Elena still kept her eyes on him.
"I'm going now Damon", she took a small step back, still not getting a real reaction from him, like he was just trying to ignore everything that was going on.
However, what Elena didn't know was that his head was working in high gear.
The guilt of him kissing his brothers girlfriend after Stefan had sacrificed everything he had become was eating him alive, or at least it felt like that, and the way Elena acted did not make the situation any better.
The fact that he had lived so long not showing the real him, being that stone hearted guy who didn't give a crap about anything, opening up to someone was really hard for him.
"Ok, you're still not going to answer me? Really.. after everything that happened here tonight?"
Elena asked him angrily
Damon was shaking, trying with every muscle in his body not to crush the bottle in thousand pieces and do something he most likely would regret, he looked at Elena with narrow eyes.
"I.. think.. you better go…. NOW!", he snarled at her making it very clear that she needed to go away.
"Fine, cause we are making so much progress finding Stefan here", she said sarcastically.
Elena quickly lifted up her black jacket hanging over the couch, before she turned around walking out of the boarding house, slamming the door as hard as she could as a final statement.
Damon could feel his fingers twitching around the whiskey bottle he had in his hand, still trying to hold back the extreme force not to crush the bottle while Elena was still in the house.
He watched her closely as she walked further and further away from him.
As the door slammed shut, he couldn't hold back anymore, "FUUUUUCK" He screamed, crushing the bottle into bits.