"Well, this isn't good." Damon said bitterly, his face still a mix of confusion and a hint of anger.
Elena looked toward him, contemplating what her next action should be. Her mind reeled, thinking about the kiss she had given him. Why did she do it? There seemed to be a growing affection in her heart ready to burst out at any moment and there was nothing she could do to hide it. She swallowed, "Klaus has Stefan."
"That son of a-" Damon's fists tightened.
What did Katherine mean when she told her that Stefan had sacrificed everything, including her? What was Katherine implying when she said "It's okay to love them both"? Elena looked down at her feet. She loved Stefan, she loved him. She loved Damon too, but not the same way she loved Stefan. It was and will always be Stefan.
"You okay?" Damon's voice cut in. Elena looked at him in disbelief. Her?
"I'm fine, Damon. What about you? Is your…?"
Damon pulled up his sleeve and relief seemed to wash over his face, "Completely gone. That thing works wonders."
Elena held up the vial that Katherine had tossed her before she left the room. A deep shade of red liquid was filled up halfway. Blood. Whose was it? She didn't want to know. Elena freed her fingers from the vial by placing it on a wooden table. The sound of the blanket shuffling was made as Damon got out of bed, throwing the covers to the side. He was by her side in an instant.
"We need to find Alaric…and Bonnie." Damon said with a firm voice. Elena could only nod.
"So Bonnie can track Stefan and Klaus down?"
"Yep, time for vampire hunting, some good old fun."
Elena took a step out of the room, but was held back by a strong grip on her arm. "Damon, let me go. We have…to go."
His eyes searched for something in her eyes, something that might give him a sense of reality and affirmation of what had just happened between them before Katherine came in.
"Damon…Please."
"And after all this time…" He said with a murmur. "Thank you, Elena…but was that out of pity? A final goodbye?"
That was not something Elena wanted to talk about now. Perhaps not ever. She shook her head, rubbing the temples of her forehead, "Look, now's not the time Damon. We need to get going."
Realizing that he owed it all to his brother and was only wasting precious time, Damon loosened his hold and Elena exited his room, with him following closely behind as he punched in digits on his phone. Alaric's number.