Yeah, she was fine, all except for the fact that Damon just kept staring at her. As much as Elena refused to look, she couldn't help but glance his way every so often. And when she did see his face—his perfect face—her lips start to curl off into this endless smile. Or it seemed to be endless. But as she looked down to once again deprive herself from this need to see him, Caroline punched her in the arm, wanting to obtain her attention. At the same time, however, she did not recall her vampire strength, so while getting her attention was her goal, she also succeeded in leaving bruises. Because of this, Elena grimaced.

"What the HELL was that for?" she screamed out.

"I was trying to get your attention. You just can't stop looking at lover boy over there," she replied /calmly.

"So you punched me because you wanted to tell me something?" Elena questioned skeptically.

"Pretty much, Caroline admitted.

Elena was Furious. Maybe it was just her monthly PMS, but not matter the reason, she was completely, indescribably furious.

Meanwhile, Damon stared at her from a distance. She was a pure beauty in his eyes, though the feelings he felt scared him. It wasn;t because of the darkness within him—there was no 'she deserves better than me' in this kind of emotion, though he knew it was true. But he was scared for the both of them; her memories of Stefan and his memories of Katherine. What if what they had— if they had anything at all—was nothing compared to the loves of their past? Then he realized his complete stupidity. Katherine was a monster—and that coming from Damon Salvatore, of all people.

A familiar acquaintance followed his stare and Damon realized he was not alone when the person said, "You should talk to her."

"Alaric Saltzman." Damon said. "When did you get here?"

"About five minutes ago." Ric brushed the specks of hair on his chin. "Anyway, you should go up to her and say something."

"No, its—" He looked for a way to finish but he couldn't.

"It's what, Damon? Admit it; you've been eye fucking Elena since she came in."

Damon sighed. For some awful reason that sickened his insides, he couldn't come up with some remark to redeem himself as the bad one agai. Maybe, he wondered, he just didn't want to be the bad one. He shook that thought out of his head.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw Elena slipping through the exit in anger and arrogance. He had the sudden urge to follow her, the sudden urge to follow his sudden urge. He did, quickly countering through the door in his vampire-like speed.

It was bright, but for some reason, he couldn't see her. He looked through the crowd of people when he sensed a shrill of danger, tingling under the chill of his skin. Then, he spotted Elena crossing the street in the direction of her place. She looked perfectly fine. Still, the feeling in his gut screamed trouble, and it barged into his eardrums without knocking. It was all too loud to ignore. He ran as fast as he could to Elena.

Elena knew that Damon would chase after her, in some way, doesn't he always? But she felt as if things were moving way too fast—not just with them, but with everything. Even her pace sped up, along with her heart beat and breaths per minute. It seemed that by the time Damon grabbed her hand and made her stop, she was so deep in thought that she screamed out scared. Once she realized who had grabbed her, she shuddered and scowled at herself. She hugged the rest of him as he still held her hand in pace. She was breathing heavily.

"Shh, shh" Damon's soothing voice said into her hair. He grabbed her tightly and at the same time, caressing her softly. He led her off the road and walked her home.

There was something in the way he held her; rested his arm around her back and pulled her in tightly. She couldn't place it, but it was as if he actually cared; well, of course he cared. He was one of the most caring people she knew, yet she won't admit it to him and he won't admit it to everyone else. It was as if he wanted her to know that he cared…that was the most confusing part of the walk home.

He sensed her difficulty and gave her a reassuring squeeze and Elena Felt good. But, just then, they were crossing the street—almost there to her house. Just as the tingling feeling in his stomach had mellowed out, it came back like a sudden punch that would forever bruise his skin. And it took him too long to see the truck driving straight for them.