Damon's POV

Yes. I have officially gotten myself company for the bar tonight, of course, I could have found someone else easily had they said no, but I needed them to come. Something is up with Elena and I have to find out what. She's been avoiding every chance to be alone with me, and only talks to me when she's saying something sarcastic or being a smart elect. That's unusual for our relationship, that sounds more like the relationship between my brother and me. Elena has always been open with me, sometimes a little to open. Especially when she tells me how she feels about something I've done. She's the only person who can make me feel bad about something that I've done. I don't care what anyone thinks about me or my actions, never have. Until now. Elena has changed me, although I cant honestly say for the better. She makes me feel things that I haven't felt in a long time. She makes me feel alive again. Like for the short time she's around me I'm human for a minute, but then she leaves and the past hundred plus years come flooding back to me. I used to be able to block the world and my human self out, because I knew if I didn't the pain of loosing Katherine would be to much to bare. Then, I met Elena, and even thought I'd pushed Katherine to the back of my mind, everything came rushing back to me. The scent of her hair. The feel of her lips caressing mine tenderly. The mischievous glint she would get in her eyes when she was up to something. She had awaked end the old me, and I tried to push it back and succeeded for a while. Every time I'm around her, the walls I built around my thoughts and my heart drop a little more, and after the trip to Georgia they fell faster. And now, I can't find the strength to pull them back up. No amount of blood I take in helps. She's awakened my weaker side, and I don't think there's any going back. The worst part is she's done this and I have no way to protect myself from getting hurt. She's with Stefan and every time I see them together it enrages me and tears me apart at the same time. The truth is, at first I looked at Elena and I thought of nothing but Katherine. Now, I look at her and I see through her appearance. I see her. I see that she's nothing like Katherine. I'm in love with Elena, a woman who is in love with my brother. Normally I would never even think about taking Stefan's sloppy seconds, but there's nothing sloppy about Elena. She would never throw the fact that my brother had her first in my face. Would she? Would that be her excuse for rejecting me?

"Damon, what're you doing? You said to hurry up and you aren't even out of the shower yet!" Stefan said through the bathroom door.

I snapped out of my dazed state and realized that I was shaking and my skin was bright blue. I looked around me, I'd been so lost in my own thoughts that I'd forgotten I was in the shower. I had been standing in the shower for the past, I looked at my watch, it read 6:00, I'd been standing in the shower for the past three hours. The hot water had run out at least two hours ago. I hadn't even noticed I'd been standing in cold water for two hours, till now. I quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and hopped out. My whole body stung and my muscles were having spasms. My skin was still bright blue and my lips were purple. I slung on my robe as quickly as I could trying to ignore the spasms that still continued in my muscles. When I exited the bathroom, Stefan was standing outside of the door, arms crossed waiting on me. He'd better be glad I didn't come out of here bare naked or else he would have had a heart attack , vampire or not. Not because I would have scare him but little Damon would have. No doubt Stefan would be very intimidated by him, I thought chuckling to my self. As soon as he saw me his expression changed from agitated to concerned.

"What happened to you? You look like you just swam across the Atlantic." Stefan said grabbing a fleece blanket from my leather couch and tossing it to me.

"Thanks. And I zoned out in the shower and didn't notice the hot water ran out." I said as I anxiously wrapped the blanket around my shoulders letting it drape around my body like a cape.

Stefan gave him a questioningly gaze, " Are you sure your okay? Its not like you to zone out, especially when your in a room full of mirrors. Did you get lost in sexual fantasies about yourself while you were looking in one of them?" he asked not being sarcastic at all.

" No, dim wit I just got lost in my thoughts. I, unlike you, don't need to have sexual fantasies, I get the real thing whenever I want." I said walking to the door and motioning for him to leave.

"Just who were those thoughts you were lost in about?" Stefan said clearly getting angry at the thought that he could have been thinking of Elena.

"Now, brother, go ahead and ask me what you really want to ask me." I said a frown spreading across me face.

"what do you mean? I did, Damon. Why are you avoiding the question?" Stefan replied all hint of suspicion visible on his face.

"Because you wont man up and ask me what you really want to know. Your terrified that I'm going to take her from you, but you will never ask me what you really want to know. Your to afraid of hearing what you already know." I said closing the door in Stefan's face.

I quickly got dressed as quickly as possible, Elena would be worried we'd gotten into a fight and killed one another. I grabbed my phone and wallet and stuffed my wallet in my back pocket and my phone in my front pocket.

" So, you guys aren't really going to drink in front of me are you? I mean that's not fair at all if you both get to drink and I don't." Elena said pouting.

She sounded like a three year old complaining because her brother had something that she didn't. Of course, my brother was way to up tight to sneak her something, she could pass for twenty one, barely, but she could with me by her side.

" Elena, you don't know what alcohol could do to yet. Your not old enough to understand. I just don't want to see you in that much pain the morning after, plus it's not very lady like." Stefan said sounding more like her father than her boyfriend.

"Stefan your acting like you're my father. It's the twenty first century not the nineteenth. Are you okay? Your acting weird." Elena said.

"Um. Yeah I just need to step outside really quick. Get some air. Okay?" he said stumbling out the front door of the bar.

He was acting unusual. He had only had one beer, that was no where near enough to get a vampire drunk. If I'm worried about Stefan there's something wrong. I looked over at Elena who sat on the bar stool next to me staring off into space. Then the power flicked off, and I looked around to find Elena gone from where she had just been sitting on the bar stool.

" DAMON!" Elena screamed. I could hear feet dragging and then a door slammed. Muffled cries came from somewhere in the back of the bar, my vampire powers were the only reason I could tell where they had her. I jumped from the stool and ran toward the back of the bar. I found her in a back room gagged and bound. Her hands and feet were tied with rope and there was a piece of cloth in here mouth secured by duct tape.

"mmmmmm." she squealed.

" It's ok. I'm going to get you out of here." I said to her trying to keep her calm.

I heard a rustle behind me and turned around to see what it was.

Elena's POV

I squealed trying to warn Damon.

" It's ok. I'm going to get you out of here." he said keeping his voice low and speaking calmly.

My eyes widened as I saw what the guy had in his hand. A shot. The needle was made of wood though and the container connected to it was at least as big as my fist. Inside the container was a clear liquid, I easily recognized it as vervain. The man stabbed it into Damon's chest before he could even realize what was happening. Damon fell to the ground instantly and the man picked him up taking him outside. I squealed trying to get the man to stop but he kept going. He just yelled, " Don't worry little sheela, you get to come along for the ride to. You just might not live as long as him. Depends on how good you are for us."

The man came back with three other guys and they carried me out the door to a big truck, and threw me in the back. The last thing I saw was the door of the big truck closing, and Stefan laying on the deck behind the bar with a wooden stake in in each arm and leg.