Disclaimer: I do not own the right to the vampire diaries

Author's note: Hey! Thanks again to all my readers. I have a paper due for school but instead I'm writing fanfic. Lol! Anyway I think many of you will enjoy this chapter. Keep in mind that I took some liberties and didn't follow every detail from the show. For example, in my story, they happen to have the last stake. K? Good? Enjoy!

Edit: I had to repost this chapter because for some idiotic reason I kept writing Rebekah's name instead of Rose. I'm working on no sleep. Sorry! Thanks for the reader who pointed this out to me. Apologies! Now enjoy!

The first thing Elena noticed upon entering her home was Jeremy. He was anxiously tapping his fingers on the couch. As soon as he became aware of Elena's presence, he jumped out of his seat and ran over to her.

"Elena," he exclaimed in relief. Elena hugged her brother although she was a bit shocked by him being there. She loved her brother and did not like seeing him back in town where he was likely to get hurt. Jeremy was her only family. If anything happened to him…

"Jer, what are you doing here?" she asked with a slight frown. Jeremy stared down at the bruise on her forehead and noticed his face fill with worry.

"Well after what happened with Rose, I knew you were in trouble and then Stefan called me and told me you were in an accident." Jeremy was clearly distressed. "How is it fair for someone so young to have to deal with this much pain and agony," Elena thought wretchedly to herself.

"You don't have to be so worried. I was just passing a couple of cars when there was some kind of explosion. It was all an accident." For the first time she became aware that Stefan and Damon had entered the room with her. She tried not to stare at Damon, hoping he wouldn't give anything away. What happened with that man was something Damon and her would figure out together at a different time.

"Jer, I'm fine. Honest. Now you shouldn't have come home. It's not safe," she reprimanded.

"That's what I've been telling him." Elena looked to see Alaric enter the living room as well, his face still scarred after Stefan tortured him to reveal the whereabouts of the last stake. The instant Alaric saw Elena's injured face, his mouth opened already to question her.

"Elena is fine. Now I think we should get down to business," Damon interceded. Elena turned to Damon and gave him an appreciative smile. Damon gave a slight smirk and lazily threw himself on the couch. Jeremy went to sit next to Damon. Elena couldn't help, but notice Jeremy's sudden newfound attitude toward Damon since their road trip. She was sure he would hate Damon after catching them both in the act, but strangely Jeremy seemed more tolerant of him. Elena quickly let the thoughts of that night escape her mind before she would become all flustered.

"So all we know right now is that we have one stake and we can't use it against an Original that is part of our bloodline," Stefan loudly remarked. There were a couple of moments of silence where everyone contemplated that over.

"How are we ever going to figure out which Original to save?" Elena mumbled half to herself.

"Well Scary Mary's was a bust," Damon commented slightly agitated.

"Yeah about that," Alaric cut in. "Caroline and Tyler decided to do some digging. You know in case you missed something being that Kol beat the crap out of you while you were there.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Thanks Alaric. Like I needed reminding."

"So for now we wait until we hear back from them," Elena concluded. They all nodded and after another couple of minutes of everyday chatter, they all picked themselves up to go.

"I'm just going to finish unpacking," Jeremy shouted as he ran up the stairs. Alaric patted Elena on the arms and reassured her that he'll watch over Jeremy. As he went out the door, Stefan looked at Elena forlornly. He then stared at Damon. Then back at Elena.

"I'm going to have to deal with both of them at some point. I just can't now," Elena thought hopelessly.

"Good night," Elena announced to no one in particular. She knew she was basically avoiding Damon's gaze the entire night, but she was afraid what would happen if she let herself stare at him. Damon stood up and walked toward Stefan. Elena felt him look at her. She forced herself not to turn around. When she finally heard the door close behind her, both Damon and Stefan were gone. Elena stared at the spot where Damon was standing moments before and a sudden wave of despair swept through her.

"Why didn't I ask him to stay?" she thought miserably to herself. "Why didn't I stare at him one last time before he left?" A part of her was still disturbed by the earlier events of the night, but another part of her…a bigger part of her felt an unequivocal despondency to be separated from Damon.

Elena slowly walked up the stairs, dragging her arms across the railing. She opened the door to her room and flopped herself on her bed. As Elena stared up at the ceiling, the image of the strange man's face appeared before her. "Stay away from Damon? Who would want that?"

After a few minutes of reflection, Elena suddenly heard a slight tapping on her window. Her heart skipped a beat realizing who it was. She tried to gracefully lift herself from her bed, but her knees were practically trembling when she saw his face.

"Damon," Elena managed to whisper breathlessly. She slid open the window to let him in. He crawled inside and stood up to directly face her. His eyes were smoldering with intensity as he gazed down to look at her face. A sound escaped Elena's throat before she could stop herself. Her eyes trailed down to his full succulent lips, and her lips moistened instinctively.

"I thought we still needed to talk," Damon's voice wrapped around Elena like smooth velvet. Her body's temperature was rising. She began to feel like she was being consumed by fire.

"Yes we do need to talk," Elena whimpered, her voice shaky. The agony of desire for Damon devoured her once more. Her body belonged to him. Before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed him by his neck and kissed his lips hungrily. She no longer held herself back. She found his tongue in her mouth and practically cried out in exhilaration.

Damon threw her on her bed. She stared up into his face and realized she was nearly panting for more. More. More. MORE.

It was as if Damon has transformed her into a starving beast. Her lust for Damon was insatiable. She was ripping Damon's clothes off his back while he threw off her underclothes. Damon started sliding his tongue down her neck, down her chest, down, down, down…His lips everywhere at once. Elena grunted in ecstasy. The waves of pleasure were coming in faster and faster. Her breathing was erratic. She tried biting her lips to keep herself from screaming. The waves getting stronger...stronger…STRONGER. She couldn't stop herself from shrieking. She cried in her frenzy…her fingers grasping Damon's back, scraping his skin. She felt the room spin around her. She was sure she had no breath left to scream….

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Jeremy's first instinct was to run and save Elena from whatever was attacking her. It took him a second longer to realize her shrieks were something else altogether.

"Oh no. Oh sick. I do not want to hear this," Jeremy nearly fell off his bed. He hastily put his headphones on, blasting his music to the loudest volume.

"Why did I come home?" he thoughts sickeningly to himself. He was glad to be back with his sister, but he could never understand her obsession with these vampires. He was still trying to wrap his head around Elena being with Damon. Damon Salvatore. Damon doing who knows what to his sister right now.

Jeremy sighed. Was Rose right what she said about Damon? About Damon changing Elena? He was about to think it over when he caught something in his peripheral vision. Jeremy stood up and walked over to his window. He looked out before deciding nothing was there and walked back to his bed.

"I'm so glad I'm back in Mystic Falls where I have to be paranoid that some monster is outside my window," he thought sarcastically to himself.

Jeremy raised the volume to his music once more. He tried to suppress a yawn when something made him look up.

That was when it happened.