Well I got over twenty reviews on the first chapter, so, officially, this one shot is now a multi-chapter story! Yay!

Thank you guys for ALL the reviews! They made my day :)

I have a lot of ideas for the upcoming chapters, and one of them involves homecoming. Homecoming already happened, so let's just pretend it didn't! :)

Stefan was the one to wake up first.

He noticed he was in his bedroom, but he wasn't really sure why. He hadn't been in his room since Klaus broke the compulsion. His room held too many memories. With Elena, with his family.. he couldn't go back to that after his emotions came flooding back. He had been sleeping on the couch in the foyer or the bed in the guest room.

But then he heard it.

The heartbeat.

That perfect, most beautiful heartbeat.

And that heartbeat was right next to him.

A very gorgeous, very naked Elena was lying beside him, one of her legs wrapped around his bare waist and a thin arm draped over his abdomen. Her head was resting on his chest, her hair splayed out, making a black halo around her angelic face. His strong arms were around her, his fingers drawing small, slow circles on her lower back. She was on her side, and he could feel her chest rise and fall against his side. Playing the events in his head from last night, he concluded that having sex once in his car wasn't enough for them, because he distinctly remembered they were fully clothed when they entered his bedroom.

Elena started to stir, and Stefan pulled her closer to him, making her smile groggily.

"Good morning," Stefan whispered in her ears, and he smirked when he heard her heartbeat slowly pick up the pace. He made her nervous. Or anxious. Or maybe a little bit of both.

Elena's smile grew, her eyes still closed.

"Mmmm, I'm sore from last night," Elena said slyly, rolling over so she was fully on top of him, her bare chest on his.

"And who's fault is that? You practially seduced me both times." Stefan said with a knowing smile, trying to ignore the lust that was currently ripping through his body. He couldn't risk the whole 'Third time's the charm' saying. He didn't trust himself. Or at least, he didn't trust the ripper part of him. And right now, that was the strongest part of him.

"I did not!" Elena protested as Stefan slowly rolled them over between his white sheets, so that she was under him, and he was propping himself up on his elbows on either side of her, his body hovering over hers. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who was quicker when it came to getting my clothes off."

"Liar." Stefan growled with a smirk, laying his full weight on her as he ducked his head down to hers, kissing her softly and deeply.

Her hands started to trail down his back, and then running them back up, over and over again. His hand found its place between her legs, and she moaned into his mouth, making him growl once again.

Right when a finger was about to enter her, a growl ripped through Elena's stomach, making Stefan start to laugh, while Elena started to pout.

"Time to feed the human," Stefan said with a smirk, pecking her on the lips one more time before he pulled away from her. He reached to the side of the bed to pick up a pair of boxers and pajama pants, slipping them on his muscular frame before he walked out his room to go get Elena something to eat. Halfway down the stairs to the kitches, something didn't feel right. The air was different; not like it usually was. With caution, he slowly walked into the kitchen, fangs already out. What he saw made him hiss, and make the veins under his eyes turn redder than they have ever been.

"Hello, Stefan." Klaus said with a smirk, tossing an apple in his hand up in the air, and then catching it. He repeated the motion, for some reason, making Stefan angrier.

"How did you get in? Not even an original can invite himself in a house." Stefan said, standing on the other side of the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"That's where I come in, brother." Damon said as he walked into the room behind Sefan, slapping him on the back a little harder than necessary, even for a vampire.

"Why are you helping him? Just last week, you wanted him dead." Stefan hissed out.

"Well since you stole my girl, it was the least I could do," Damon said with a smirk, and Stefan narrowed his eyes. Last time he checked, Elena was always his. His, his, his.

"And your brother makes a much better addition to my team. He's never moping around, worrying about the past." Klaus said, eyeing Stefan with a smirk. Stefan just shook his head and looked away.

"Where's the doppleganger?" Klaus asked, listening for her heartbeat. "I need more blood."

"She isn't here." Stefan said through his teeth, breathing heavily. He wasn't stable emotionally, and he wasn't about to be the most rational thinker at the moment.

"Lies." Klaus said simply, walking over to Stefan. "You know what? I already have enough blood from her. She is no more use to me."

"So you'll let her go?" Stefan asked hopefully.

"I'll let her go." Klaus said, grabbing Stefan, compelling him before he could do anything. "I want you to go upstairs, and when you see Elena-"

"No. Please don't. Please, please, please. I'll do anything. Don't make me hurt her." Stefan whispered, trying his best to resist the compulsion. No. He would not lost control now. Especially when it came to Elena.

"Hurt her? I don't want you to hurt her." Klaus said before continuing.

"When you see Elena, I was you to kill her."

It's short, I know! :o

The next chapter will be longer though!

And it's a bit of a cliffhanger here, so sorry! Review, please! :)