Chapter 4
Elena's POV
I awoke in Damon's bed, eyes wide, staring around. As much as I tried to forget all that I had dreamt, they stayed imprinted in my mind. The last thing I need was nightmares, let alone the knowledge of how Stefan was now. Dreaming about how he was now and actually being around him was quite different. In dreams I felt rather numb, in real life it hurt like a bitch. My ex-boyfriend and all my problems were still here when I woke up.
I looked down at Damon, he was still asleep. Either that or he was pretending. Who knew with him. Creeping out of bed, down towards the kitchen, I was about to open the fridge for a bag of blood. But the lock was back on it. Maybe he thought I'd break down and use blood; fufill the burn in the back of my throat, if only for a brief time. It would make it easier, if only for a little while. That's exactly what she needed. Some stress relief. (If only for a while.) Tempted to break the lock, I rolled my eyes, and darted upstairs. Damon was leaning against the headboard of the gianormous black-sheeted bed, on the right side. He looked over at me, and gave me a half smile. Silently getting out of bed, he went downstairs. Right on his heel, I followed suit downstairs. The hunger would wait no longer. He got me a bag of blood and I hastily grabbed it. After drinking it, I ran back upstairs to the library. I sat down on the floor by a shelf and started reading the closest thing I could find. Call of the Wild. Trying to get my mind to focus on the problems of other people, in this case a dog, and away from thoughts/feelings that I couldn't deal with right now. If I did then I'd have a breakdown. There's been enough breakdowns in the past few months and they don't help anything.
I heard him sit down next to me, but I kept focused on my book.
"What exactly happened last night? I need to know every detail."
I heard him ask. I ignored him, refused to even think about the past 2 days. Or anything that could be linked to Stefan.
"Elena?"
Turning the page in my book, I continued reading. He slid down onto the floor beside me, just reading over my shoulder. It didn't look like I was getting out of this conversation, but I could avoid it and buy myself as much time as possible. After finishing the book at around 9pm that night, I finally stretched, stood, and walked towards the door. Remembering the lock on the fridge, I turned back around and looked at him expectedly. He just stared back at me and remained sitting on the floor. There was no getting out of this; no blood until I talked. This was just cruel. Sighing, I went back and sat in front of him.
"He stabbed me with a tree branch and walked away. There, happy?" I said. "That's not all that happened." He stated. Damon knew me all too well. I was editting.
"No, it's not." I briefly explained all that had been said, and what Stefan's reactions had been to my words. Damon then went and got my dinner. I didn't realize I had started crying whilest I was talking. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to the couch. We drank our blood, went back to bed, and just kind of held each other. More of he held me and I clung to him. But were together, none the less. We would just deal with everything else tomorrow.