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Elena was vaguely aware of the sirens in the background. Her arms still hurt from the fall. Absently, Elena began touching the gauze on her forehead.

"Someone must have put that there?" That thought distantly passed through her head, but quickly got pushed aside by more urgent thoughts. "Who wants me to stay away from Damon? Who?" The question persistently grappled her. It disturbed her to no limits.

"Excuse me Miss, but what color did you say his eyes were?"

Elena suddenly became aware of the police officer, a notepad in his hand, waiting for her to answer his many questions.

"Um…uh-I would say green…No maybe Hazel. Honestly I can't remember, "Elena answered uncertainly. She was plagued by both fatigue and worry.

"Sorry Miss, but I just have a few more questions," the police officer pestered on.

"I think the woman had enough." Elena suddenly looked up and saw Damon standing behind the police officer, already pushing him aside. "She just got attacked by some lunatic. She doesn't need to be attacked by your questions," Damon heatedly argued.

Relief flooded Elena's face the instant she saw him. Noticing Damon's dangerous stare, the police officer nodded his head and quickly left them two alone. Damon turned to her, concern written all over his face.

"Elena, are you okay?" Damon's voice soothed her. She stared up into his eyes and felt the urge to hold him and let him take care of her. She noticed restraint on Damon's part as well. That warmed her more than anything. He would always be there to save her.

"I'm okay Damon. It was just some crazy guy," she tried to reassure him. She knew if Damon got too worked up, he might do something stupid. Damon lightly stroked the gauze that was placed on her forehead. Elena gave an involuntary shudder. Just having him this close, his skin touching her once more, made her dizzy for him. Elena noticed her breath quicken and quickly tried to hide it. Damon stared at her with those hypnotic eyes once more.

"Darn those eyes," Elena thought to herself. How can she properly think when he looked at her that way? Elena wanted to reassure him some more, but she lost all function of her body. Every bit of her ached for him and she could only stand there staring up at him.

Damon stopped touching her forehead to Elena's disappointment and let out a long sigh.

"Elena you have to tell me everything. Why did this guy attack you? Did he say anything?"

Elena got a hold of herself and tried to keep her voice smooth.

"He wasn't some vampire if that's what you were wondering. You know there are some monsters out there that aren't vampires," Elena jokingly remarked. Damon smiled back, but still did not look satisfied.

"Should I tell him?" Elena asked herself. Why was she hesitating? Was it because she wanted to pretend it never happened? Or….was she afraid of what he would say? That he would admit the threat was real and someone wanted them apart. Elena took a deep breath and readied herself for anything.

"The man told me…he told me to stay away from you," Elena finally admitted. Elena could clearly see Damon's bafflement to this statement.

"He told you that? Why would he tell you that?" he asked perplexedly.

"Well he was just sending a message. Someone else wants me to stay far away from you and badly enough to blow up cars. Worse, he threatened blood would be spilled next time," Elena explained. She took another deep breath and finally asked.

"Damon, who would want me to stay away from you?"

Damon looked at her with those striking eyes, no longer filled with confusion, but with amazement. Elena waited to hear an answer when Stefan appeared before them.

"Elena, I came as soon as I heard. What happened?" he asked with concern. Elena smiled when she saw Stefan. She cared for Stefan. She knew she always would. But what she felt for him before was gone. In truth she was lucky to have him the last year. She needed his stableness and care. But she realized she didn't love him. Not like she loved Damon. A part of her felt guilty…as if she had been using him. She told herself to tell him the truth before he got hurt any further.

In any case, Elena was glad to not have to hear what Damon had to say. The whole situation scared her and she didn't want to deal with it now.

"It was nothing Stefan. Some accident. Anyway we have bigger problems to deal with. Remember the Originals. They're still around last time I heard," Elena said with conviction.

Stefan stared at Damon and Damon just shrugged.

"I guess we should head back to my house," Elena offered. They both nodded and started walking toward her house. Elena noticed Damon's unusual silence on the way back.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to quiet the despair filling the pit of her stomach. Elena also couldn't help but feel a weird sensation…as if someone was watching her.

X

Her eyes opened wide.

The woman's head was face down into the ground. Her body ached all over. She slowly sat up and groaned in agony. Where was she?

She stared down at her now tarnished dress and felt leaves in her hair. She must look like a mess, but this hardily bothered her. She was more concerned about her whereabouts.

Suddenly she heard footsteps inching closer to her. Despite the pain, the woman urged herself to stand up and get ready to defend herself if need be. Her heart was pounding against her chest. She nearly fell just from standing. As the footsteps got nearer, a man's figure appeared before her. The clothes seemed almost foreign to her. Again she wondered where she possibly was.

She had her hands up in front of her, ready for the attack. The instant the man saw this, his face lit up in amusement.

"I am not here to hurt you young lady," he smiled. The woman stared at him doubtfully. She didn't like his smile. He had an air of arrogance as if he knew his smile can be so enchanting.

"I am out here with a hunting party when I heard a huge crash that lead me to you," he explained, his eyes looking her up and down.

Still unsure about the man, the woman began looking around for a hint of familiarity.

"Where am I?" She asked fiercely.

Seeing the woman's confusion clearly alarmed the man. He stared at her with complete seriousness, his smile vanishing in its wake.

"You're in Mystic Falls. Are you not from here?" he asked with a frown.

"Mystic Falls…it can't be!" She thought in astonishment. The woman quickly cleared her throat, starting to understand the situation some more.

"And what year is it can I ask?" she tried to look all innocent, not wanting to give herself away.

"Well it is 1864 of course. Are you sure you're okay?" The man seemed to grow more and more concerned by the minute.

"1864. Now that is interesting indeed," she thought with amusement. She let herself relax and really stare at the man for the first time. Now she understood why he thought his smile would work on her. He was no ordinary man. In fact, he was quite breathtaking….she didn't like to admit it of course. Slowly, not trying to alert him, she inched closer to his face.

"What is your name?" she asked with wonder, staring up at his angelic face. The man was obviously taken aback by her transparent examination of him.

He swallowed and then finally responded to her. "My name is Damon Salvatore and yours?"

"Damon Salvatore. Why am I here with you?" she mused to herself. The woman was about to reply to his question and give him her name. She quickly shut her mouth and decided against it. After careful thought, she opened her mouth once more.

"Cara. My name is Cara Trakand," she lied. She hoped her voice sounded confident enough that he would not suspect a thing. After some time, he must have decided she was telling the truth because he smiled to her once more.

"Cara Trakand? Well you must really not be from these parts," he replied. The woman smiled back at him, suddenly deciding his smile was not so bad indeed. Before she could say another word, another man appeared behind Damon.

"Damon, what in the world is the hold up?" the man asked roughly. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks the moment he noticed the woman. She noticed Damon visibly tense up in the company of this man. He looked to be much older than Damon and his face seemed hard like a boulder.

"Father, this is Cara Trakand. Cara this is my father," Damon quickly exclaimed. The woman just kept staring at the older man so Damon went on.

"It seems she is lost and needs a place to stay," Damon ended the sentence almost in a question. The truth was he didn't know the truth about her.

"Yes Damon is right. I decided to go off on my own a few days back and lost my way. If you do not mind, I need a place to recuperate and then I should be on my way," she smoothly explained. She noticed the older man looked at her with distaste, but she wondered if he did that with most people.

"Father. Please," Damon urged. His father looked at Damon and sighed.

"Fine. A couple of days should do it. Now get a move on it or we will be late for dinner," he responded in haste. The man walked on ahead of them.

Damon turned and gave her another of his beautiful smiles.

"Shall we?" he asked, stretching his arm out to her. The woman uncertainly grasped his hand and together they walked out of the forest grounds.