This chapter is definitely a filler chapter. It was supposed to be longer and it would have turned into Damon's POV but I ran out of time and wanted to give you guys some sort of update before I went back to school for another week (which means no updating until the weekend). So, sorry it was so short and suck-ish. But in the next chapter you guys will get more explanation on what Damon is really doing in Mystic Falls and all. Flashbacks might be included. Please review and let me know what you would like to keep seeing or would not like to keep seeing!

It turned out Damon Salvatore did not know where to find me. Or well, he probably did but he never did make an attempt to contact me. He was the one that had asked me to give him a tour of the place. It wasn't like I had asked if he wanted to hang around me. I don't even know why I'm bothering to let this get to me. It shouldn't get to me. I met the guy like over a week ago at his uncle's funeral and talked to him for like five minutes. Maybe that was it… Maybe it was because his uncle had just died. That would make sense if he didn't have a fucking party at his house every night.

I used to love coming home from work—teaching kindergartners was difficult—even if you loved children. But ever since Damon moved into the neighborhood I kind of regretted driving into my driveway only to see there were pars already parked there (naturally, I would stomp over to Damon's house and demand that his guests remove their cars). I hated having trouble falling asleep at night because the music next door was way too loud. And I especially despised the drunk sorority girls that somehow wound up on my doorstep asking for a place to crash. I had been right about Damon Salvatore. He was nothing but a playboy. The sincerity I might have seen on his face when he was talking to Liz had to be a lie… Right?

But what if this was his way of coping with a loss of a family member? I had guessed they weren't very close with the way he was acting but maybe he was purposely acting that way? I'm not so sure but the truth is, I don't really know him. Why was he ignoring me if he was having all these parties? He obviously didn't mind surrounding himself with people.

I sighed and tried to ignore the blasting music coming from my neighbor as I read my book. It was a rather comfortable position, too. I was covered with a blanket and had some tea. As soon as the party died down… Whenever that would happen, I would be able to sleep soundly.

But of course my semi-peace didn't last because there was banging on my door. Yes, banging. Not the subtle knock or the rhythmic rapping or even a single doorbell. It was full on banging. Damn it, Jeremy, not the best night to choose to stay at Bonnie's. I hesitantly stood up, picking up an object nearest to me—which happened to be an empty vase. A glass vase. So it was bound to make some damage if it had to.

The banging on my door didn't stop and when I flung it open, I was afraid to get pounded on myself. Instead of finding some murderer, I found a college girl crying and sobbing and looking absolutely terrified. Normally, I would dismiss these visits immediately but this one managed to catch my attention. I studied the blonde carefully to find that she looked like a wreck. Her hair was disheveled and her make-up all smeared no thanks to the tears.

"Please help me!" She cried, barging into my house—as much as the space between my door and my body allowed anyway. Then I noticed blood. A significant amount of blood. And the source of the blood was her neck.

I gasped. "What happened? Are you okay?" I was now alarmed. I was almost sure she had come from Damon's party but what would happen there that caused her this damage?

"He… He bit me! He's a monster. He's going to kill me. You've got to help me." She was hysterical. Poor thing.

I put a comforting arm around her and began to pull her deeper into my house but that's when she started screaming hysterically again. I furrowed my brows together and looked over at where she was staring and found that Damon Salvatore was standing at my door.

"Is she alright?" He sounded so sincere, I almost believed him. "I saw her running this way and I got worried. I think the guy I saw her with slipped something in her drink." As much as she was irritated with his constant partying, what he said did seem plausible. Especially with the way she was acting. "She hurt herself, too, I think."

I nodded and began to walk the girl back but she resisted. "No… Don't make me go back…" She whimpered.

"Shhh… Sweetheart," Damon soothed from the doorway (I couldn't figure out why he didn't just come in). "Come with me and we'll find who did this to you. And I can get you a cab. Let's not bother my poor neighbor any more than you already have." His tone became a bit more harsh at his last sentence. I found myself wanting to defend her.

"It's no problem, really… I wasn't really doing anything…"

Damon shook his head. "Nonsense. Sorry about this. May I come in? I think I'll just have to carry her out." Oh, so he was back to the polite gentleman now.

I nodded, "Yeah, come on in." I said. And he stepped in immediately, walking over to me and the girl then wrapping a gentle arm around her. "Come on… Let's go…"

She whimpered some more and looked into his eyes and suddenly she nodded. The blonde quickly moved away from me and wrapped herself around Damon. Strange. A few seconds ago she was terrified at the very sight of him. "Why was she so scared of you?" I blurted out before thinking.

He looked at me flatly. "Delusions. Hallucinations. Post Traumatic Stress. She was drugged, Elena. Of course she'd be making assumptions."

Embarrassed, I nodded. "Right."

He then began to lead her out of my house. "Sorry for having my guest barge in like that." He apologized once he reached the exit.

"Well, it's not like it's the first time." I said.

"What?" He furrowed his brows together.

"I get people looking for a place to crash all the time now…" I didn't know why she was being so difficult. But if he was going to apologize, he might as well realize this much.

"Oh. I didn't know." I doubted he didn't know. And with the small smirk threatening to erupt on his face, I confirmed that he did in fact know. "Sorry about that, too then." He threw back over his shoulder.

I shrugged. "Right. Okay." Sorry meant that it wouldn't happen again. This meant nothing because she knew it would continue to happen as long as Damon Salvatore was her neighbor.