Damon's text sent Elena's heart into shock. He knows! Oh, shit, he knows I stole it! She thought, mentally kicking herself for thinking she could steal something from a vampire without him knowing it. She shakily began to compose a reply.

Ha, snooping and stealing? What did I steal?

She pressed send, deciding to play the dumb act with him. A matter of seconds later, there was a knock at her window. Elena turned to find Damon staring at her from behind the glass. She took a heavy breath before getting off the bed and unlocking the window. Damon climbed in.

"Why'd you do it?" he asked, his expression unreadable.

'I- I was bored waiting for Stefan to get home, so I decided to roam around the house," at this she looked down and started twiddling her thumbs, "and I found myself in your room. I was looking in your closet, when the book fell from the top shelf. An- and I started reading it…" Elena dared to look up at Damon, to see him just staring back at her.

"Huh. Elena, I don't know what to say," his voice was light, barely a whisper.

"Damon Salvatore is speechless? Never thought I'd see that day," Elena replied, trying to make light of the situation. Damon sighed at this.

"You had no right. No right to read the journal; nonetheless be snooping around my room. And my closet, Elena?" A slight smirk shadowed across his lips before he went back to stone.

"I," she sighed, "I know; it was wrong. I'm sorry, Damon," her voice probably wasn't even audible to the human ear by now.

"Guess the damage is done, huh?" he countered blankly.

"Yeah, uh, I guess so,"

Damon turned to leave, when Elena caught him by the arm.

"So, you're uhm, not mad at me…?" she asked tentatively. She didn't want to push the subject, but she had to know.

"I'm not mad at you, Elena, just," he paused for a moment knitting his brows together, "disappointed…"

Elena saw the stony gaze pass over his steel blue eyes. He was concealing his feelings with the mask that Elena was all too familiar with. Elena met Damon's eyes, locking them in an intense stare; cerulean clashing with chocolate. She bit her lip in anticipation until her teeth had made her labium crimson.

"Look, Damon, I-"

"No, really, it's fine; that stuff was written a very long time ago. It's the past. But I must say, there are some interesting things in there. If only you could actually see them," with that he gave a smirk and made his way out the window, sinking into the depths of the night.

Elena stood stagnant in her room, not remembering how to breathe or move her limbs. Her brain however, was working triple overtime. It both amazed her and scared her to death that the idea of losing Damon had worried her so much. She had been about ready to drop to her knees and plead, if he had said he was mad, or worse hated her. Elena furrowed her brow in frustration. Damn, why does Damon have that much of an effect on me, she thought to herself. Finally braking from her torpid position, she sat cross-legged on her bed and picked up Damon's journal. She flipped to a random date and read:

31 December 1860

Today marks the final day of the year of Our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty. I am bittersweet about the change. Part of me is pleased- this new year is a melting pot for new beginnings and a welcomed goodbye to all failed endings. The other part of me is angered- there was so much more I wanted to prove and do during this year, but starting tomorrow, it will be as if my slate has been wiped clean. I apologize thoroughly, dear friend, for not having more to write; life on the Plantation has been quite uneventful. Arrivederci.

Elena sat the book on her nightstand and allowed her mind to wander. She replayed the incident with Damon over and over, until something caught her attention. "There are interesting things in there. If only you could actually see them," Damon had said. Elena's brown eyes widened and her body shot up off the bed, scrambling to her dresser.

"Bonnie," she whispered. Yes, Bonnie could help her. Elena grabbed her phone from the dresser and frantically texted her friend. She glanced quickly at her clock- 7:30, it read.

Bonnie is it 2 late 4 me 2 come over? I have a huge favor 2 ask u…

She sat waiting for her phone to buzz. She took another nervous look at the clock. 7:35. She began to pick at her nails and twirl her hair around her index finger to keep herself busy. Moments later, her phone vibrated.

"Thank you," she breathed, seeing the text message ID.

Uh, yea sure. Come on over…

She picked the journal off the table and ran downstairs. Elena rushed out the door, grabbing her keys from the rack that was beside the door as she went, and leapt into her car. The excitement built inside her with every inch closer her car got to her best friend's house. Finally, the house came into view. Elena never thought she'd be so thrilled to see the Bennett house. She pulled quickly up the driveway and parked the car. Journal in tow, she walked up the few steps to the porch. Knocking on the door, Bonnie opened it seconds later.

"Hey, Lena, come in," Bonnie smiled, opening the door further to allow room for her friend to enter. When they reached the parlor, Bonnie wasted no time on small-talk.

"So, what's this favor you told me about?"

"Well, I was wondering if you had a spell that allows you to see into the past…" Elena felt like an idiot the second the words passed her lips.

"A spell to- why do you need a spell to see into the past? Elena, sweetie, is this about your parents?" Bonnie put a comforting hand on Elena's shoulder, steering her to the couch.

"No," she said as she sat, "it's not my parents. I want to see into Damon and Stefan's past," she broke eye contact with Bonnie.

"Damon and Stefan's," she said flatly. Bonnie wasn't warming up to this idea nicely. Elena had to think of something, and fast, to convince her friend otherwise.

"Yes, Stefan and Damon's. And- and plus, with me in the past, Klaus can't get to me; I'd be perfectly safe. Come on, Bonnie, do this, for me," she looked at her friend with a new rush of confidence, "please," she begged. Elena could see Bonnie's hard exterior fading.

"Alright, Elena, but only because I love you," she gave her a light smile.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Bonnie!" Elena said as she threw her arms around her best friend.

"You're welcome," she chuckled, "let me just go get the Grimoire, and we'll see what we can find," and with that, she made her way up the stairs. Elena couldn't stop smiling. She could finally understand the Salvatore brother's relationship, and more importantly, Damon himself.

"Okay, got it," Bonnie waved the book in the air as she came down the stairs. She took a seat by Elena and opened the old book.

"So, how exactly do we find it in here?"

"Well, it's formatted just like any other book; each type of spell is its own chapter," Bonnie explained as she sifted through the pages. "Ah, here we go!" she exclaimed.

"You found it! Okay, well, um, how do we do this? Where should I stand? Is it going to hurt?" Elena's brain was on haywire because of her excitement.

"Elena, chill. Where you're standing is fine. And no, I don't think it'll hurt. But for how we do it," she glanced down at the book skimming the spell, "I just need to hold your hand and recite. Sounds easy enough!" Bonnie smiled and took Elena's hand in hers. Nerves began to overtake Elena, and she clenched even tighter to the journal in her hand.

Bonnie began to chant in Latin. Elena could feel the jolts of electricity surge through her as the spell worked its magic. Suddenly, Bonnie's chants became distant and she was speedily moving away from Elena… or was Elena moving away from her? What the hell is happening? Elena thought frantically as her friend disappeared from view. In her place were bursts of color- reds and blues and purples rushed by her in a frenzy. A harsh wind struck Elena's face as she continued her decent to wherever the hell she was headed. She began to feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole; when was it ever going to end? Just as quickly as the thought had entered her mind, she hit the ground. Her skin tingled and tickled against what she assumed, and prayed, was grass. Slowly getting up, she brushed off her clothes. The second her hand felt the fabric she realized something was off. No longer was she feeling the denim of her jeans, but she felt cotton; and she was wearing a dress. Elena attempted to take in a breath of shock but was hindered by the article of clothing she felt pressing agonizingly against her ribs. A corset? She thought, this cannot be good. She picked up the heavy materials that made up her dress, and walked blindly through the night. She could make out trees and could hear the occasional bunny rush across the openings of what she assumed to be the forest. When she could no longer see the outline of trees, she presumed she had made it to some kind of clearing. During her walk in the forest, the sky had somehow found a way to grow even darker. Walking blindly ahead, Elena felt herself smash into something- someone, to be exact. Elena fell to the ground in lack of anticipation to the hit.

"My God," she heard a man mutter, "are you alright, miss?"

Elena hugged Damon's journal closer to her chest in fear. "Who are you," she found herself asking.

"Jonathan," he replied clasping his hand around one of Elena's and pulling her up, "and your name, miss?" he asked kindly.

Oh fuck, Elena thought. Elena Gilbert had officially entered the 1860s; and with a bang.

Okay, so how was that for chapter two? I wasn't completely too sure. Please tell me any suggestions you have on this chapter, or, as always, suggestions for future chapters. Thank you to all who reviewed for chapter one; you all are too kind and amazing hopefully you continue your support and review for this chapter too (no matter how bad it was? Lol)

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