Chapter Two

Elena slammed the bakery door. It wasn't until she was outside that she realised she didnt have her car due to this mornings antics. She could have phoned her dad but she really wasnt in the mood for more drama this evening. She zipped her coat and continued to walk down the street. It was at the precise moment that the rain began to pour. Great that's just perfect. Elena ducked under a shop enterance opening hoping to catch a break in the rain.

Damon got into his rental car, he starts the engine and heads to for the bed and breakfast. Down the street he notices Elena standing in the door way of Jackson's the florists. He pulls up next to the kerb. Damon rolled down the window.

" Get in the car?"

Elena scoffed " I rather freeze to death"

" Well at this rate you will, so get in the car. I have no intention on leaving until you do. "

Elena took a sharp breath and headed for the car. Today wasnt her day and it just seemed to be getting worse. She fastened her seatbelt and knodded for Damon to Drive. There was an awkward silence amongst them as Damon drove. Damon was first to break it.

" So where to?" He turns to face her noticing her for the first time since the bakery, her hair was now out of it's bun, her long brown hair was not cut to shouder length, and he noticed she was wearing glasses.

Elena cleared her throat realising she hadn't talked in a long time.

"Em The lake house"

" The lake house, you still live there?" He seemed surprised.

" Well it is my house Damon"

Elena took out her cellephone realising that people will be wondering where she is. She fliped it open to see that she had missed a call from her mother, not wanting to deal with her right now she shoves her cellephone back into her purse. The car comes to a stop and she realises she's home. The lake house was a wedding gift from her parents, it was a old farm house which her father had spent the majority of his free time fixing it up. It had blue trims and and white picket fence and porch swing that hadn't been used in year's. She couldnt believe what she was about to ask, but the word's came out before she could stop them.

" Would you like to come in?" Elena got out of the car and walked towards the door.

"Sure , wouldnt hurt would it?" Damon smirked turning off the engine and followed Elena into the house.

Elena placed her coat in the closet and kicked her shoes off.

"Make your self comfortable" as she headed upstair's.

Damon looked around the livingroom, it was exactly how he remembered it. The summer before he had left they had spent a whole weekend decorating the living room, he even sanded down the fire place and re-varnished it. Not alot had change since he'd left, the kitchen had a new stove and fridge and the worktops had been replace. The bookshelves were over stacked and the dining room table was covered in cook books and note pads. He sat down on the couch when Elena entered the livingroom she had a towel wrapped round her hair, Damon put a some kindling in the fireplace to start a fire. Elena sat on the arm chair a cross from Damon.

" Can i get tea, coffee?"

" I should really be getting back to the Bed and Breakfast, Miss Loft will be wondering where i am?"

" It's a Thursday, so it's bridge night at the church hall.

" How could I forget?" Damon stood up from the couch.

" You forgot a lot of things?"

" That's not fair" Damon walked closer to Elena.

" Not fair, you left with evening saying goodbye Damon, I was your wife Damon."

" You said no"

" I never said no Damom, I was scared i was trying to open the bakery."

Damon took a deep breath. " Well I guess you have accomplished that"

Elena signed " I guess i have"

" I think i should go" Damon walked towards the door.

" I think you should"

" Can we at least talk to you tomorrow Elena?" Damon walked out onto the porch he turned to face her. For the first time she had noticed his crystal blue eyes.

" There's nothing more to talk about" And for the second time that night Elena slammed the door shut.

Damon got into his rental car and drove to Miss Loft Bed and breakfast. It was werid being in his old house again all the memories that came back, he didnt expect it to be painful. Damon walked into the small room with an ensuite, it had a double bed and bedside cabinet and a dresser with a tv on top nothing like a four star hotel. Damon went for a shower and took out his blackberry three missed calls. He dialled the first call.

" Hey sweetie, it's me sorry to wake you" " The flight was good, of course i miss you?"

" I'll be home soon"" I love you too. Goodnight sweetheart"

Damon placed his blackberry on the bedside cabinet and turn off the light. Today had taken alot out of him and it wouldnt be along before he fell a sleep.

Elena had let her hair dry naturally, she was lying in bed unable to sleep. She turned the lights on and got out of bed. She opened her closet and pulled out a Ivory photo album and got back into bed. She began looking through the album at the photo's. She could remember it as if it was yesterday, the white satin gown, the four tier cake with the cigerallo finish and the white foundant roses it was perfect. She slammed the album shut, placed it the closet and went back to bed. What was she doing after all these year's she had tried to forget. She even stopped using Salvatore as her last name. He come's strolling into town thinking that people are going to be happy to see him. She turns of the light and as soon as her head touch the pillow she was a sleep.