Elena's POV.
I quickly blinked as I looked up to dark brown room. I quickly sat up, raising my hand to my neck. Where I had been bitten now laid a large Band-Aid. A large white blanket covered my body up to my chest.
I raised the blanket to find myself wearing my same outfit as last night. Where am I? I thought.
I was lying in a four post brown bed with white pillows and blankets. A stone wall and bathroom was straight in front of me. What happened last night? What am I doing here? What the hell is here?
"Is anyone there?" I murmured. Less than three seconds later, I heard several loud thumps on the outside of the room, making me jump in fear.
The door then cracked open slightly before opening all the way. In the door way stood the man from last night. The last thing I saw before I blacked out. The person who saved me.
Quicker than humanly possible, he ran from the doorway the edge of the bed. "Oh my god," I nearly shouted pushing myself to the corner of the bed far away from him. "How did you do that?" I asked just as loud.
He stayed silent. "Who are you?" I slightly bent towards him.
A large smirk appeared on his face. "Katherine," He smiled sitting at the edge of the bed. "All these years and you haven't changed a bit." I frowned, unsure of what he was talking about.
"I love what you've done with your hair, by the way." He reached towards me to run his fingers through my hair. "My name's not Katherine. It's Elena, I told you that."
Damon's POV
What was she talking about? It was Katherine; it had to be. The way she looked, the way she talked. But I could tell something was off.
There was innocence about this girl. And that vampire, Katherine definitely could've fought him off easily.
"You really aren't her," I frowned. She shook her head, her beautiful brown eyes exposing the fear and innocence inside of her. It wasn't Katherine.
"I'm not, I'm Elena Gilbert." I let out a sarcastic small laugh. "Damon," I put out my hand. "Damon Salvatore." She hesitated, but eventually shook my hand.
"How- How did you run that fast?" She choked out. "Well," I began leaning closer to her. "Elena Gilbert, I want you to forget that. I want you to forget this entire conversation." I compelled her.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them and looking around the room, clueless. "Where am I?" She asked looking up to me again. "You had an accident last night, I brought you here." I smiled.
Elena's POV
I looked at the man sitting on the bed next to me, staring at me. "Where am I?" I asked looking up to him. "You had an accident last night, I brought you here." He smiled to me.
"You-" I paused. "I remember," I stopped myself. "You saved me last night." His smile widened. "You could say that." The corners of my lips curved, exposing my smile. "Thank you." I scooted closer to him.
I quickly studied his face. His bright blue eyes, dark hair and eyebrows, slight stubble surrounded his perfectly pink lips. He looked flawless. Perfect. I then realized I was staring at him with my mouth open while he looked back at me.
"I'm sorry," I laughed at myself. "Don't be," His smile faded. "You must be hungry." He stood up. "I am," I replied copying his actions. "Well there's not much food here, I could take you to get something, if you'd like." My cheeks flushed.
"I'd like that." I smiled. "If it's not a big deal. I don't want to take up any of your time." I took a few steps around the bed to the end board.
"If it was a big deal, I wouldn't have offered." He smiled sarcastically causing me to blush immensely.
"I'm wearing the same thing as last night," I frowned looking down at my outfit. "I can fix that." He smiled turning around and opening a tall dresser with two large doors.
He pulled out a black leather jacket on hanger and walked towards me.
"This should fit," I smiled at her, looking back at me with her mouth slightly opened. I walked behind her and slowly raised the jacket, letting her slide her arms through. I listened closely to her heartbeat, which was quickly beating faster and faster each second.
I patted her shoulders, making sure the jacket fit. "How does it feel?" I smiled walking around her to stand in front of her.
"It fits, really well, actually." She looked down at it. "Who does this belong too?" She raised an eyebrow. "I bought it as a gift, but I never ended up giving it to anyone." I lied. She nodded, looking at the jacket and pulling it together so you couldn't see her tank top.
"Thank you." She smiled. "Let's go." I replied, opening the door and walking two steps behind her.
I grabbed my keys from the table before walking towards the door, guessing she was following me. She wasn't.
I looked back to find her in the middle of the living room, turning around studying the entire living room.
"This place is incredible," She looked over at me, amazed. "Eh," I shrugged.
"You're too modest." She pursed her lips before looking closely at the antiques scattered around the room.
I watched her look around the room, looking at every single thing closely. I was unsure how I felt about her. She looked exactly like Katherine, but it couldn't be her. There was something different about her. Other than her new hair; she was too innocent, too nice. And Katherine definitely could've fought off that new vampire last night.
I didn't know if I was actually interested in her, or finding out how she looked exactly like Katherine. Normally I'd be able to kill her, drink her and be done with her. But I needed to know how she looked like Katherine.
I found myself remembering the day I was told Katherine was still alive, and that she knew where I was, and didn't care.
"Damon?" I heard Elena's voice echo in my head, breaking my flashback. "That room is incredible. You have to show me the rest of the house." She smiled.
"Maybe another time," I smiled at her. "Are you ready?" She nodded.
I opened the door for her, leading her toward the garage.
"I can't even imagine what's in there." She slightly giggled. I opened the garage door exposing the blue 1969 Chevy two door. "Where do you get these things?" She looked up to me, surprised.
"Let's just say they were passed down from family." She got a confused look on her face, but walked back to the car. I opened the door for her before walking over to my side of the car.
"You, Damon Salvatore, are a true gentleman." She smiled at me, I smiled back without replying.
The truth is I was still in shock about how much she looked like Katherine. The way she said my name, it was just like her.
We made it to the Grill in about 10 minutes; the usual cars were parked out front.
I followed her inside walking with her to the bar when a guy who'd I'd seen last night working at the bar walked up from behind the counter wearing a black shirt with 'Mystic Grill' written in red on his right side.
Elena's POV.
"Hey Elena," I heard from behind the counter. "Hey Matt." I smiled back at him. "You disappeared last night?" He said, signaling for me to explain where I went.
"Oh- um," I stuttered looking over at Damon looking back at me. "I was drunk, and really tired," I paused. "I ran into Damon, and he drove me home." I smiled and glanced at Damon.
"Oh." Matt frowned. "Well Jenna's looking for you." I felt my stomach flip.
"How do you know?" I murmured.
"She came in here on a date this morning. With," He pointed over to a man a few seats down from Damon and me at the bar.
"Alaric Saltzman."