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My heartbeat was racing. I remained perfectly still on the log. Damon had called out for help, meaning there was something dangerous out there. Was Damon okay? I wanted to move, to call out to Damon, but I couldn't. It was one of those moments where you freeze up, and no matter how much you want to, you cant move. It was deadly silent, except for the fire crackling. I had to try to help Damon. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing. I look around and found a lantern sitting by the tent. I grab it and flick it on.

Slowly, I make my way over to the bushes. Damon's voice had came from far into the woods. With every small step I took, I listened trying to hear whatever was out there. But the only footsteps I could hear were mine. What could it have been outside in the woods? A bear, an animal? No I couldn't be, because Damon would have been stronger. Which left out the only other option, a vampire. My body tensed up and froze again at the thought of a vampire. Was it Katherine? No it couldn't be, she was locked up in the tomb. But then who?

My thoughts were interrupted by a snap of a twig. I jerk around towards the sounds, only to see trees and bushes. My eyes rested on a nearby thick piece of wood. If I could get to it, I could use it as a weapon. I take off to a sprint to grab the wood. I halt to a stop when, in the corner of my eye I spot a shadow resting in a tree. Before I could make a move, the figure hoped out of the tree and landed behind me. With a gasp, I turn around, only to be knocked onto the floor. I let out a scream the person climbs on top of me, so they were pinning me down to the ground. I tried to get a glance at the person's face, but two rough hands grabbed a hold of my head, positioning it so my neck was exposed. I was trying to scream, but I was already having difficulty trying to breathe. So instead of fighting, I squeeze my eyes shut preparing myself for the pain.

A couple seconds had passed by and nothing happened. I could feel the person body weight hovering over me, and their hot breath on my neck but nothing happened. I open my eyes halfway, to see green and black all around me. My eyes go straight for the person on top of me. The only feature I could make out of the person was their hair. Their black, unmistakable hair. Damon's hair.

With an angry cry, I managed to free my arms and shove Damon off of me. As Damon rolled onto the ground, he started to laugh like a hyena. I could feel my face go red as I stand up onto my feet. I was so furious. I could feel my body tingle with fury. I watch as Damon lye's on the ground, laughing his head off. I took in deep breath's, trying to control my breathing. I walk over to Damon and give him a forceful kick at his side.

"Ohh," Damon grumbles through his laughter as he grabs his side. I would have kicked him somewhere else where it would hurt even worse, but I wasn't a very violent person. And to my belief, Damon was still laughing. I shake my head in disbelief as I start to storm back to the camp grounds. It wasn't even the second day and Damon had already managed to piss me off.

I could feel tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I wasn't going to cry in front of Damon. I wasn't going to let him know how much he has upset me. I let out a shriek and halt to a stop, when Damon appears in front of me. Suddenly the threatening tears had disappeared and was replaced with complete annoyance. I give Damon a killer glare as I try to make my way past him. But Damon blocks me.

"Man, if looks could kill I would be dead," says Damon with a small chuckle. I just continue to glare.

"Your suppose to be dead. You were suppose to be dead in 1864, sadly for me your not," I growl. Just for a split second Damon's face showed a hint of sadness. Like as if my words had hurt him. But was covered by another chuckle. I roll my eyes as I try to pass him, but he blocks me again.

"Aww come on, don't be a grump, have a sense of humor," says Damon with a shrug of his shoulders. I stare at him in disbelief. Have a sense of humor? There was nothing humorous of what had just happened! As if he could read my mind, his face became more serious.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Will you forgive me?" asks Damon with an apologetic smile on his face. My eyes lock into his blue eyes. Those eyes that I could get lost in forever and never find my way back. For a moment I was considering on forgiving him, but decided against it. I break my gaze from his eyes, shake my head and brush past him. I continue my way back towards the camp grounds. I could hear Damon trailing close behind.

"Please Elena, don't be upset," Damon's voice says from behind me. But I continue to walk and don't take a second glance behind me. When I reach the camp grounds, I march into the tent. I grab Damon's sleeping bag and throw it outside onto the ground. Before Damon could say anything I had zipped up the tent with me inside it. No way was I sleeping in the same tent with Damon.

"Elena, why is my sleeping bag outside?" I hear Damon's voice ask from behind the door.

"Because your sleeping outside tonight!" I half yell. Even though it was a cold night, I felt like I was dying from heat stroke. When I get angry I grow really hot.

"Elena, its my tent. Therefore you can not kick me out, but I can certainly kick you out," threatens Damon. His voice was a little muffled by the tent, but not much. I place my hands on my hips. Damon couldn't kick me out if he wanted to or not. My eyes go wide when I see him start to unzip the door. I race to the entrance and grab the zipper. I pull down with all my weight, not wanting to let Damon in. But man he was strong. The zipper stayed in place as I tried to tug and pull it down. But as I said before, the zipper stayed in place.

"Elena, you do understand that your strength is nothing compared to mine, right?" asks Damon from the other side. I say nothing I continue to pull even harder. I could hear Damon mumble something under his breath, but couldn't exactly make out the words.

I let out a shriek as the zipper darts up, and leaves me falling on my ass. I land on my sleeping bag with a light thunk. I could feel a cool piece of metal in my fingers. I look to see the zipper place in my fingers. I watch as Damon steps in, looks at the zipper then back at the door.

"Great, not only did you have to flip over the tent, but you had to break the zipper to," he says giving me an accusing look. I give him a look of disbelief.

"It wouldn't have broke, if you hadn't used that super strength of yours in the first place," I defend myself, while standing up.

"Oh, so suddenly this is my fault?" asks Damon while glaring at me.

"Yes! Everything is your fault," I shriek. I watch as Damon grabs his sleeping bag and places it inside.

"I want you sleeping outside," I say giving Damon a glare. Damon doesn't even take a second glance towards my direction. "Did you not just hear me?" I ask. Damon says nothing. I watch as he climbs into his sleeping bag, and turns of the lantern. I remain just standing where I was. I was about to say something, but realized that there was no chance I could move him outside. Letting out a sigh I climb into my sleeping bag.

Another 2 weeks and 6 days. Yip yip hurray!

This chapter was just so much fun to write. Its funny cauz I always imagine Damon and Elena as 2 little kids who have arguments all the time but secretly r crushing on each other lolz. I love it when they act like little children. So most of u guessed it was one of Damon's tricks lolz. Also I wanted to point out that I don't understand y on fan fiction they r bolding or underlining my writing. Cauz I assure u that when I am typing its in normal font and only bolded when I am doing authors notes. So if it does this with this chapter just know its not on purpose. Thank u for all the kind ideas and keep em reviews coming. The more ideas, the more fun filled chapters.

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