Author's Note: Awesome responces, as usual. I'm really sorry if you wanted Jeremy to change, but I thought it was the wrong time. He did it to get rid of his feelings, but that also means he wouldn't feel the feelings he had for Anna. And I loved them together, and when Anna was killed I was super mad. So, that kept me from turning him.

Well, I just keep rambaling. We are here for Delena, and hopefully we'll get some in this chapter. They are going to be having some issues, and we've only been in the tomb for a few hours at this point. Wonder how long Damon will be able to hold up with Elena's blood smelling up the room. Hmm…

Here we go:

Ambushed

Chapter 4:The Offer Stands

Stefan arrived at the Gilbert house for the second time that night. The smell of blood in the kitchen was still fresh in the air –he guessed the EMT's hadnt bothered to clean up, because the Sherriff would need to do a work up on why John was stabbed.

Like the first time, his eyes darkened as a natural response to the smell. He pushed away his thoughts, using his vampire speed to be upstairs in a second. He couldn't take the blood –he had just gotten back off of human blood after tasting it for the first time in nearly 145 years and he couldn't fly off the handle, not again.

Pushing the door open to Jeremy's room, he picked up one strong heartbeat. That must have been Alaric's. His sensitive ears managed to pick up Jeremy's heartbeat, but it was very weak, and studdered.

Alaric whipped around as he heard the door open, giving a sign of relief as he saw Stefan. "That was quick." He looked back at Jeremy, who was white as a sheet, "We need to be quick. He swallowed a bunch of pills, and I found this beside them in the bathroom." He handed Stefan the vial that showed the small traces of vampire blood that was left over. "Who's blood was this anyways? It's not like you or Damon gave him any, and there isnt many other vampires who didn't want to kill him in town. Who would want to change him?"

Stefan uncapped the vial, sniffing the contents. He already was nearly sure on who had given him the blood, but this made him positive. "Anna." He muttered under his breath.

Alaric quirked an eyebrow, so he explained, "Anna was a vamprie from 1864. She met Jeremy a few months ago, and they've been dating. She must've given him the blood to change him with it. So they could be together." His eyebrow furrowed, "But I don't know why he would want to change after she died –unless he didn't know."

"Probably didn't. But we need to get him to the hospital now, if we want to save him."

The vampire hearing picked up sirens coming down the street. It wasn't ambulance sirens though, but police. They must have been called about John's stabbing.

A few seconds later there was a knock at the door. Stefan was at the door in an instant, pulling it open. Sheriff Forbes was there, along with two of her deputies. "Stefan, what are you doing here?"

"I came over to see Elena a few minutes ago, but she wasn't here." He lied.

The sheriff frowned, "You must know about John then. We'll have to do a whole work up on it. They just got him to the hospital and he's in surgery."

Stefan heard the already slow heartbeat, which was Jeremy's, slow down even more. Time was running out, and Elena would kill him if he didn't save Jeremy. As they made their way into the house, Stefan suddenly thought up a plan.

"I'll go wake Jeremy, he'll probably want to know what happened." They nodded, walking into the kitchen. He made his way up the steps at human speed, seeing as the sheriff would know something was up if he just dissapeared.

Walking into Jeremy's room, he spotted Alaric, "The sheriff is here. I'll get them to take Jeremy to the hospital. You need to leave before they get up here."

Alaric nodded, "Alright. Have you seen Elena though? She's going to be scared to death for him."

Gulping, Stefan opened his mouth to speak. He hadnt even thought about what John had said. Katherine had Elena and Damon. They could be dead for all Stefan knew. But that probably wasn't the case. Katherine would use that as leverage on him to get what she wanted. "Katherine took her and Damon. As soon as we get Jeremy help, I'm going to look for them."

"NO." Stefan looked at him, shocked. "I'm coming with you. Elena is my … step daugther, I think. I'm going to make sure she's safe, for Jenna's sake too. And Damon –well, there's not much to say for him. But I will help save him if it will help us get rid of Katherine. If she's as bad as you say, then you're going to need all the help you can get." He crossed his arms.

The heartbeat was slowing, "Okay, but you need to leave. They'll know somethings up if Jeremy's history teacher is in his room as he's dying." Alaric nodded.

Stefan rushed back down the steps, doing a human sprint. He rushed into the kitchen, making sure to keep his eyes from darkening. He spotted the sheriff by the fridge, examining the blood. He walked over to her, "Sheriff, we've got a problem."

Liz looked at him, "We've got to finish the walk through first, its procedure."

"Jeremy overdosed on some pills. He needs a hospital if he's going to live." He added, sounding stressed.

That caught her attention, "Overdose?" She asked, and he nodded, confirming her. "Jack!" She called to one of the other policemen. They walked over and she said. "A kid overdosed on pills upstairs. We need another ambulance."

As everyone was rushing around, trying to get to Jeremy quick enough. Stefan just though, What else bad could happen tonight?

The ambulance with Jeremy left five minutes later. His heart had held up long enough, and Stefan only hoped that his heart wouldn't go out –not even for a second. Or else Mystic Falls would be gaining another undead citizen.

The sheriff and her deputies left ten minutes after that. They had taped off the kitchen, calling it a crime scene. And they checked the bathroom, seeing the bottle off pills Jeremy had OD'd on. Of course, Stefan had the vial of Anna's blood in his pocket still. The sheriff would be able to piece together what happened –maybe not at first, but eventually she would figure it out- if he had left the vial out.

"Alaric, coast is clear." Stefan called, knowing he was still here, due to the fact that he still heard a heartbeat in the house. And Stefan was dead. That left Alaric to have been there.

A rustle came from the closet down the hall, and Alaric tumbled out, having an umbrella and a few coats come with him. Alaric tossed the ubrella back into the closet, ignoring the coats and dusting off his clothes. "What happened? Did they take Jeremy to the hospital?"

Stefan nodded, gripping the banister on the top of the steps, "Yes, now, we have to go. Katherine has Damon and Elena, and they'll only live as long as she wants them to. Which –knowing her- could change at any second."

Nodding, Alaric followed him back to his car. Both of them only guessing at where Katherine may have taken them.

Elena stirred from her slumber. She woke up lying on someones chest. She thought to herself, It was just a dream. I'm back in the bording house in Stefan's room. None of this happened. Katherine never came back. She kept repeating the same sentence inside her head, not wlling to open her eyes. It had seemed too real to have been just a dream.

But as she came more aware of her surroundings, she knew something was wrong. Rather than the soft sheets of a bed, she felt the cold concrete under her. Her eyes squeezed tighter closed, not willing to take in the truth.

Finally, she pulled up the courage to open her eyes. But it wasn't the dark walls of Stefan's room that she saw. It was the stone walls of the tomb that she could see if she strained her eyes to see through the blanket of darkness. The only torch had either been put out or gone out on its own. Because now it was black as pitch, and her human eyes had trouble cutting through it.

Sitting up, she strained to see the person beneath her. She knew who it was, but she prayed to herself that it wasn't him, that this wasn't real. She couldn't be locked up in a tomb with Damon –for an entire week! She couldn't live that long.

After searching through the darkness, she was able to distinguish Damon's face. He was lying down on the cold floor, breathing evenly. But this time it wasn't vervein keeping down, just sleep.

Elena leaned a bit closer to be able to see his face. His eyes were closed, and lips slightly parted. He didn't have that cold mask on that he always wore. It wasn't like the small signs of humanity that he showed either though. It was probably like what he looked like when he was human –though Elena wouldn't know. He had that innocent look as he slept; all the walls he built up were down.

She felt the corners of her mouth turn up a bit, and pulled his jacket back onto her shoulders as it slipped down. Looking back at him, she had never remembered seeing him so innocent looking. It was very un-Damon like.

Smilling, Elena relaxed and sat up, propping herself up on the stone wall. She listened to the eerie silence that filled the tomb, still straining to look at Damon's face through the darkness. Her stomach gave a small growl of hunger, and she tried to concentrate on something other than that.

After a few minutes, Damon's face hardened in his sleep. Then his sarcastic voice asked, "Like what you see?"

"I can't really see in the dark, unlike you, I don't have super sensitive eyes." She replied calmly. "How long do you think we slept for?"

Damon sat up, seeing the expression in her eyes. The worry from earlier had returned and she was bitting at her lip. "A good three or four hours." She gave him a confused look. "Vampires feel when it's dark and when it's light. Around now, it would be natural for us to go outside, seeing as it's two in the morning. When the sun is about to come up we feel it, as a natural trigger to find shelter from it."

She nodded, giving a frown. "What do you think happened to John? Katherine wants him dead, so did he just bleed to death?"

"One can only hope." Elena shot him a glare through the darkness, "Unless Jenna or Jeremy found him, I doubt he's still alive. Or, who knows, maybe Katherine decided she wanted to turn John instead." Damon said sarcastically.

Elena paused for a second, actually considering his words, "What if she did?" Damon turned to her, though she could barely see the movement, "I mean, he hates vampires more than anything else. Wouldn't turning into one be a nightmare for him?"

Smirking through the darknes, Damon replied once again, "One can only hope. John deserves worse than just that." He spat.

For a few minutes, there was complete silence. It was broken though by a rather loud rumble. For a second, Elena was confused, before she figured out where it had come from. Her stomach growled again, this time louder.

"Damon." Through the dark, Elena could see him look at her. "You don't have anything to eat, do you?"

Sarcastically, he responded, "Yeah, I've got a bag of twinkies hidden in my back pocket." She almost let a laugh escape her mouth, but caught herself in time.

She gave him another glare, "I'm serious."

"So am I." Elena gave him a look of disbelief, and he coyly replied, "Okay, I've got nothing. Maybe if you're lucky they'll be a rat scurrying around that you can eat."

Elena made a gagging sound at the offer, "Real food."

He looked her in the eyes, though she didn't relise that he was, through the darkness, "Well, then we're straight out of luck. Must've left my fridge at home."

She muttered, "To bad you didn't leave the sarcasm."

Damon's face came closer to hers, until there was only a few inches seperating them. She felt his cool breath on her cheek. He whispered, "I've got an idea, but you're not going to like it."

"This, 'idea', does it include giving me food? Because I'm going to starve." She complained, her stomach growling again.

"Yep." Her face brightened a bit. He continued to speak though, "It'll satisfy your hunger, if that's what you want."

"What-" she cut herself off, thinking into what he was saying. For a few seconds there was a complete silence in the tomb, before she suddenly yelled, "NO! I know what you're thinking. I'm not drinking your blood."

"I'm not the one who's going to have to pay for it. Drinking my blood, you'll be able to live longer. It'll satisfy your hunger and thirst, and we can find a way out of this." He snapped.

She took a deap breath, "If I do that and I die, I'll be like you. I want to stay human, and we'll find a way out of this. I'm sure Stefan will find us." She crossed her arms defiantly.

"Stefan, ever the white knight." His tone hardened, "But he wont stand a chance against Katherine. If you think he'll be able to get past her to save you, then you are sorely mistaken." Damon's eyes got hard.

She balled her fists, "He'll find us, I know he will." She argued. He stomach rumbled again.

Damon glanced at her, "The offer stands."

Elena shook her head. Crawling away from him, she laid back down onto the cold concrete. Her eyes closed, and she settled herself for what seemed like forever.

Author's Note: Well, not a big action chapter again. But, next chapter I get to bring Katherine back into the story. Because, with all the havoc outside the tomb, you know she'll want to see Stefan again. And that should be interesting.

-So, inside the tomb, things arent so sweet anymore. Damon's hungry for blood and Elena for food. Of course, you know Elena wouldn't want to trade blood with Damon –that wouldn't be her. So, it seems they've hit a bump in the road. But, they'll get through it.

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