Okay that chapter was very short and I didn't have a lot of time to do it sooo here is chapter 3 i hope it's good

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Jumping from my bed I ran to the cupboard, grabbed clothes and shot them on, Reaching for my phone I dialled Bonnie's number impatiently and waited for ages before she finally picked up...

"Elena?" I heard her soft velvet voice at the end of the phone and sighed.

"Hi Bonnie its Elena I just wondered if I could come over it's important."

"Yeah sure, is anything wrong it's not Damon is it" she signed at the other end and i could feel her hatred seep through the phone at me, making me feel like calling was a bad idea.

"erm I don't think so Bonnie, But I'm not sure I think I've been compelled and i was thinking you could help, Don't tell Jeremy though i don't want him involved"

Damon sat on the tree outside Elena's window hearing the conversation and sighed, he knew his plan would never go straight, it's always a problem, Elena couldn't know how he felt it wasn't right.

She had been through enough pain already and he didn't want to make it any harder than it already was, he needed to get on with Stefan for Elena's sake. To protect her.

Without a second thought he jumped through her window, scaring her as she rushed from the bathroom fully clothed and clean.

"hello Elena, And how are we today?" settling with his sarcastic grin he saw her squirm, and he wondered if she would tell him what she was up to today or leave it to later when she showed up demanding answers. Her usual pushy but cute self.

Deciding to take advantage of her awkwardness he moved closer as she steadied herself and stared at him coming up with retaliation.

"Damon..." ohh no she was going to come straight out and ask him damn it why did i have to show up? Questioning himself was the last thing he ever did it's what leads to caring... to question ones intentions.

"Damon I'm busy today. I don't have time for whatever you're up to, but when I'm done I'm sure I'll be round later or you can come here but not now..." her voice strained at her last words reinforcing them to him as she grabbed a bag touched his arm and told him a few worrying words

"Damon we'll talk later okay?" I stammered touching his arm, not waiting for a answer I left leaving him standing in my room wondering what the hell was going on, but I couldn't explain either I felt close to him, relaxed and I cared for him.

At this very moment there was no doubt in my mind.

Well what do you think should I change it a bit ?

Love steph !