Jeremy

Jeremy faced the two vampire women that he had loved once. There was nothing left to do except close his eyes and scream.

"Jeremy! What the hell!" It was Alaric, who came and shook him.

Jeremy opened his eyes. He was in the kitchen now, with a knife in his hand. He didn't remember how he got there.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Alaric exclaimed as he took the knife from his hand. "What happened?"

"Vicki and Anna! They were here!"

"Jeremy, you must have been sleepwalking. You came back to life…"

"I know, Alaric, and that's what is worrying me! I swear, they were here."

The two men stared at each other for the next couple of seconds.

"Well, in that case, I have to call Bonnie."

"No!" Jeremy protested, but Alaric was already dialing her number.

In less than twenty minutes, Bonnie was at the Gilberts' house.

Damon

It was three in the morning when I woke up, not being able to sleep anymore. When I opened my eyes, I saw Elena staring at me.

"Hey. What are you doing awake?" I whispered.

"I can't sleep," she admitted. "You?"

"Same." I sighed.

In the room there was silence. Until I heard Elena's stomach growl.

She blushed.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" I asked her.

She nodded her head shyly.

"I'll go get you something." The least I could do was giving her something to eat.

"No, no. It's okay. I'll eat something in the morning."

"I can't sleep, anyway. Come with me downstairs, I don't want you alone for a minute before the house gets owned by you again."

Elena followed me downstairs.

"I'll fix something, really," she said. "Do you want anything?"

"No, sit back on the couch and let me prepare something for you."

She opened her mouth to protest, but I put my finger on her lips.

Fifteen minutes later, I went to Elena with a plate of chicken noodles in my hand.

I found her on the couch, toying with her phone. When I looked at her face, I realized that she was crying.

I settled the plate on the table and went to sit next to her.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything," she replied. "Damon, Stefan gave himself over to Klaus. Do you have any idea of what that means? He's going to die, Damon."

"No, he's not," I assured her, and squeezed her hand.

"Yes he is, Damon! Klaus has no soul. He would do anything."

"Hey! Look at me. Look at me. Don't cry, okay? We'll get him back. I'll get him back."

She rested her head under my chin.

"I promise-I'll find him." I assured her again.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, then I handed her the food

"I hope I didn't screw up," I smirked, trying to brighten her mood. "I don't cook."

"hmm, is it weird to say that they are good?"

We chuckled.

I wanted to hold her and kiss her to take her fear away. I wanted to promise her that we'll deal with this crap and that we'll get Stefan back. But I couldn't make promises that I wasn't sure if I'll keep.

"Better?" I asked as Elena ate the last noodle.

"Yes, much better. Thank you,"

"It's the least I could do," I assured her. "If you ever need anything, just ask me. This house is your house."

She smiled at me. "I love the sound of that."

"But if you are going to stay here, then we need to fill the house with human stuff, right? So in the morning we'll see what has to be arranged."

"Sounds good," She agreed.

"I think it would be better if you sign the deed again-We'll have Bonnie to cast a spell again."

"I still don't understand how Katherine got in, though."

"Elena, you were dead."

"Oh, right…" she shivered.

"It's okay now, it's all over."

I knew it was a lie-It wasn't over. But what I meant was that no one wanted her blood anymore to break a thousand year old curse.

She sighed.