A/N: Okay, I know I said that I would update with this chapter on Friday, well I had planned for that, but it turns out I didn't have much homework, so you get the update today! For the rest it will more then likely be on Fridays when I update, and if not on Fridays then I am sorry. Please remember to R&R, also I think I want to start another story about Damon and Elena, so if anyone has any good ideas just put them in your review, and the best will be my next story! Sorry for the short chapter, but I was unsure of what to write, not only that it was just I had no idea how to go with this chapter. Maybe I will add more to it later, maybe not.

Disclaimer:I own nothing, no characters...at least not on here, but in my dreams I own Damon.. Hee C: Seriously I don't L.J. Smith does, and well maybe then I could own Ian. C:

Summary: "He isn't as bad as you make him out to be." Elena knew that no matter what she said, Stefan would find a way to prove her wrong, but not this time. No, this time she was going to prove him wrong, by showing him that his older brother wasn't the bad guy, he was just misunderstood. But was it really that easy, she had to admit this was Damon she was talking about, and as much as she thought she hated him, she knew it was fake, but by how could she prove that?

Word Count: 1,911

Dear Diary,

I wish I could full recall in detail my dream from last night, but sadly I can't, so I guess I will just write down what I do remember and maybe the rest will follow. Okay, so I was standing in the graveyard by the area of the old Savatore house when my eyes opened, and as soon as I looked around I knew something was wrong, and for a moment I knew how Bonnie felt(having dreams of being in the old cemetery, and being followed)only when I looked around instead of seeing an ancestor following me, I saw blood. It was everywhere, and no matter where I turned I saw it. Finally I took it upon myself to find where the blood was coming from, and I was shocked nearly into tears when I saw that the blood was coming from Damon. Yes, I said it was coming from Damon, and I am not sure why my mind placed that in my head, but it made me wake in a cold sweat, tears in my eyes, and fear in my body. I feared for Damon's sake, seeing as he was half dead in my dream.. I'm not sure how I would react if that truly happened to him, but I'm no physic, so I pray to god that it doesn't.

Wait! Okay, back it up and reread what I just wrote, get a hold of yourself Elena, you do nothave feelings for Damon! Just because he kissed you with his beautiful lips, that tasted oddly like peppermint, and made you want to melt as your heart sped up, and.. No! Elena get a grip on yourself, you love Stefan Salvatore, not Damon! Gosh, what has gotten into me? I feel like all I think about is the kiss Damon, and I shared, but then my mind goes back to the night Stefan and I made love, and I know he's who I'm supposed to be with. Why is it that these things always seem easy in books, or movies, but when they actually happen to you all you want to do is tare your hair out?!

The brunette never got a chance to get the rest of her thoughts out, and into her journal when she heard her phone ringing, and a sigh left her lips as she looked down at the phone and saw it was Stefan calling. Her heart raced hard against her ribcage as she looked at the phone, had her dream of Damon being half dead, covered in cuts, and gashes come true? She closed her eyes, as tears filled them, and answered her phone, it seemed to take a minute, or so for Stefan to talk and before he did she was figuring out in her head why the hell she picked up but, when he finally did she could tell from his tone that something horrible had happened.

"Elena, we have a problem."

Elena nearly dropped her phone, but listened as Stefan told her of Damon being poisoned with vervain it had been bad, so bad in fact that he didn't know if he would live, or not. So naturally she asked who did it, and how did he find him, she then listened as Stefan told her that Damon had called him at the grill, and shortly after collapsed, that was when Stefan found him. Elena had to hold her phone with two hands, as she frowned, someone had wanted to kill Damon, and she wondered if it had been Stefan, for what Damon did, but then if it was, why would he help him?

"I'm coming over, don't try and stop me either."

So her dream hadn't been fully right, but Damon was half dead, not because of gashes, or cuts, but because he had been poisoned! It made her heart ache to think about it, and as she hung up her phone she felt a tear escape her eye as she got off the bed, closed her journal and quickly dressed into something better than her pj's, but she knew that Stefan wouldn't care what she was wearing. She had just sort of told him she was coming, and not bothering to let him get any more words in, though she knew surely he did want to say more, maybe even tell her not to come. So why was she? She had never cared that much for Damon, and yet here she was, grabbing her phone, hurrying down the stairs, and grabbing her keys to make her way to the Salvatore house; it was as if Stefan himself had gotten hurt, but he hadn't, it was his brother, the man who had made her want to scream, and yet he had kissed her! It was all too confusing!

"Elena, are you going out?"

"Yes, Jer, but I .. I have to hurry Bonnie's sick, really bad."

~*~

Stefan knelt down next to his brother's bed, watching Damon, his eyes seemed to never move, he didn't even blink, nothing could pull him away from his brother, and he knew what he had to do to get him better. Sighing softly, he was feeling it, the feeling of guilt, the feeling that this had somehow been his fault, he had told Bonnie to take care of Damon, but he never thought that she would of thought to do this, and yet she had, because here was his brother. Laying in bed, not breathing(not even for the looks of it.) and he was paler then he had ever been, aside from the day he was killed, his skin was colder then it had been in a long while, and Stefan hated to think this was the end. His thoughts then stopped when he saw Elena, she had come in unnotced by him, and had obiously looked in every room, but this one, and he could tell when she was looking at his brother she was hurt, and he clouldn't place why.

"Will.. will he be alright?"

Stefan nodded, as he stood, and looked at Damon before he looked up at her, and sighed, he wasn't sure how to go about this with her here. "I need to give him some of my blood, and he will be better." Elena's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head, a thick frown on her face, but Stefan didn't care what she thought, and bit down into his wrist, he then placed it into his older brother's mouth. Damon didn't react, and Stefan had to force him to do so, his eyes left his brother as he felt a slight sucking, and to Elena, she wasn't looking away. He could tell that this was painful though. "Elena, you should go home, or down stairs." Elena shook her head, not wanting to leave, she wanted to be there for Stefan, but a part of her really, really wanted to be there when Damon's eyes fluttered, and when the blue met her own brown eyes. She wanted to see his sick, and twisted smile, hear him make remarks that, yes made her mad, but non the less made her know that he was himself. All she could do now was watch him, his lifeless body was truly lifeless as Stefan had to force blood into his mouth, and work it down his throat, like a small child being force fed, only Damon wasn't a child, but there was no doubt he would be as weak as one when he woke. If he woke, a nagging voice in Elena's head tormented her, and she shook it off, not wanting to hear those words, she knew Damon would wake! He just had to!

And then soon, blue eyes were looking at her, and Stefan's wrist came from his brother's mouth, he lightly touched the veins under his eyes, and smiled softly. Elena then let out a breath of relief, Stefan had done it! He had saved his brother, but now he himself looked warn, he had done a lot, and so to say thank-you for it, Elena made her way towards him, and stood on her tip toes as she placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Thank-you, I know he will be glad knowing what you did." Stefan snorted softly, thinking that it was too good to be true to think that his brother could ever be glad for something he did for him, but maybe she could be right.

-preview for chapter five-

"How can you look at him, and not be glad for what he did? Damon, Stefan saved your life."

The older Salvatore brother looked at Elena as she sat on the bed next to him, her hand went into his, and he looked down at it before looking back into her eyes. She was happy that he was still alive, but how, and why? Damon wasn't sure, but he sighed, and looked away from her, away from everything for a time, as if lost in his own thought, but then when he finally looked back at Elena, he saw her expression soften. His lips unpursed, and he shook his head lightly.

"I'm not glad, but I guess I have to be. I'm also happy, yet rather shocked you're here."