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Chapter 2

(Third POV)

"Damn it, Damon! Stop dragging me around like a ragdoll!" Stefan yelled once they'd reached downstairs.

"How on Earth did she find this place? It was hidden in the woods!" Damon ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know, maybe we could ask her why she came here and her entire past. I'm pretty sure that she won't like us sifting through her memories while she's asleep."

"Why don't we make her come downstairs now? I bet she's scared out her mind since we just locked her in a bedroom. And to add on with that, she knows what we are, so she's even more terrified." Damon started walking upstairs.

"Why can't I be the one to escort her downstairs?" Stefan blocked Damon from his path.

"Because, Stefan, in reality, I'm the hotter brother and you are the one with the spiky hero hair like Edward Cullen, the sparkling person you meet in a bar after you're high on ecstasy." Damon pushed Stefan away and proceeded to speed up the stairs.

(My POV)

After a while of pacing the floor of the bedroom anxiously, I finally heard the door crack open.

"Elena. Why don't you come downstairs, huh? There's a warm fire and enjoyable drinks, too." Damon smirked.

"Oh, wow. I'm surprised you still haven't compelled me into becoming human champagne for you." I laughed as he led me down the stairs.

"Forget about that. Anyways, did you enjoy sleeping in my bed?" He looked over to me and smirked.

"Oh…umm, I had no idea that was your room. I'll sleep somewhere else next time." I blushed and stammered.

"No, no, I don't mind some cuddling." He grinned as my face turned into a mask of faux anger.

"I knew it! I knew you were the flirt I thought you would be! Are you kidding? I'm only 18, damn it!" He froze, and stared into my eyes.

"Whoa, look who has the Petrova fire. I'm surprised that you haven't murdered me yet." He continued with another smirk. "By the way, I know you're just acting." My face fell and I pouted

"Are you really okay with me staying here?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Sure. We haven't had a woman come here for at least…a month now." He bit his lip and that brought out some really dirty things into my mind. God, Elena, stop it!

"Yeah, and I'm guessing you want to know why I'm here?" I used one of my hands to clutch the other arm, trying to make out what his face said. I couldn't see anything.

"Can you read minds?" He smirked again. So annoying!

"Umm…no." I looked forward and saw we'd already reached the ground floor. Stefan appeared out of nowhere, smiling at me. He looked like he liked me, which was unusual, since no other guy had really had a preference for me.

"Sit down." Damon instructed, led me over to the couch, and poured himself a drink of bourbon as we both sat down.

"So, go ahead, tell us-"

"-why I came here?" I interrupted.

"Yes." He chuckled.

"I-well first my dad died, and then my mom married this guy named Klaus, and later, after she died, he told me he was a vampire and compelled me not to say anything to anybody about that and he started treating me like…almost a servant. And then I ran away a few nights earlier and the car crashed and I ran into the forest and found the house this morning." My eyes widened as I realized that I could tell them what had happened. But I had been compelled not to tell anyone. So how was I able to?

"I thought you said you were compelled not to tell anyone, yet you can tell us now." Stefan smirked.

"I think that this Klaus guy never really compelled her." Damon took a sip from his glass.

"Well, I never tried to tell anyone." I grinned sheepishly.

"What about the rest of your family?" Stefan poured a drink for himself, too.

"Well, my aunt died when I was little, and after my dad died my brother ran away. He was 14 then, and if he's alive, then I'm sure he's 16. I really miss him." As I said that, another big, fat, agonizing lump formed in my throat just like it had the last time rain fell.

"Oh, really? I'm sorry. But if he is alive, then he's probably as old as Jeremy." Damon shrugged.

"Wait a second…my brother's name was Jeremy." My expression went from sad to confused.

"If I may ask, what's your last name?" Stefan put down his glass on the side table.

"It's Gilbert." I sighed, and looked down. Damon almost choked on his drink, and started to cough.

"Elena, Jeremy's last name is Gilbert." Stefan tapped his foot anxiously. Just then, the door opened.

"Hey, guys. I brought you some blood bags from-Elena!" I heard a familiar voice saying, and my head whirled around.

"Jeremy!" I stood up and ran to him, my little brother, who'd been lost for at least 2 years. He crushed me into a giant bear hug.

"I missed you so much!" I felt his tears on my shoulder, and started to cry as well.

"I looked everywhere for you! Do you know how worried I was?"

"Elena, I was in town every few weeks. You would have seen me!" He pulled back, and I wiped my eyes, glaring at him.

"Did you think of coming back to me? To Mom?" I sniffed. "And Jeremy Gilbert, just what the hell were you doing with these two for two years?" I moved my gaze over to the two vampires, standing there while staring at Jeremy in a 'We're sorry' look.

"Well, they've helped me in ways you can't imagine." I looked back to him.

"Oh, Jeremy. Couldn't you have called?" Jeremy smiled, an act completely irrelevant to the current situation.

"Just forget it now. Let's go home to Mom." He grinned even wider and started tugging me away.

"Mom is dead." I whispered. He froze in shock, and tears filled his eyes again.

"No. No! It's not possible! Elena, please tell me the truth. Mom's not dead!"

"She is, Jer. I can't help it. I'm sorry." I saw him bursting into tears, and couldn't help melting down again. I pulled him close to me and rubbed his back.

About an hour later…

"And that's just why we can't go home." I sighed as my story ended. Damon and Stefan had been quiet ever since Jeremy had come, and were on their 5th drink by now.

"I need a drink." Jeremy reached for the bottle of bourbon and I slapped his hand away.

"What do you think you're doing? You're only 16!" I pointed out to him.

"We do this every day, though." He whined in protest. Damon coughed, and I narrowed my eyes at the two of them.

"Are you kidding? You let a 16 year old drink bourbon with you almost every day?" I slapped Damon hard across the face. His head turned back with my blow, and when he looked back, fangs were extruding from his mouth and veins were swelling under his eyes. I screamed and closed my eyes as he lunged at me, trying to protect myself.

Wow. I can't believe how fun that was to write! I'll be sure to update as soon as someone gives a review.