CHAPTER 6

Elena awoke the next day in an extremely comfy bed. She groggily sat up and surveyed her surroundings feeling slightly confused. Suddenly everything came back to her. How she couldn't sleep and decided to go watch some TV when Damon showed up. How he held her legs and made her get goosebumps. How just by looking at him she suddenly forgot everything she was thinking...snap out of it! He's was holding her captive here and all she could think of was how hot he is. What was wrong with her? No matter how much she hated him though, she couldn't forget how sad and frustrated he looked when she accidentally brought up the subject of his family. He had seemed so depressed for a few moments before he once again had the same hard expression. Although she wouldn't admit it she felt sorry for him. She had always had her family around her, supporting her and loving her through thick and thin. Her mother, her father and her brother were everything to her. She couldn't imagine not having them with her.

Elena finally pushed her thoughts away for a few moments and heard her stomach grumbling. Deciding she couldn't stay in bed forever and would have to face the big, bad wolf at some point she slowly got up and went for a shower. Once she was out and dressed she made sure she looked presentable and left her room, or at least the room she was being held in against her will. The whole house was completely silent so she didn't know whether Damon was awake yet or not. It would've been very bad kidnapping skills on his part as she could do whatever she wanted while he slept. Then again, this was Damon. He probably locked and bolted up and source of entertainment and for that matter any weapons or things she could use to get out of this place. Searching the main floor she found her theory was correct. Damon was still asleep. Many thoughts swarmed her head in that moment but Elena decided that before she could think up some elaborate plan to escape she needed some food in her system.

Making her way to the kitchen she got to the fridge and stood in front of it. She had no clue where to begin. Having her father be such a rich and famous man she never had to do these type of things by herself. She always had a nanny or a cook to, say make breakfast. She would've gone and woken Damon but she was in no mood to endure him at the moment. Realizing this task would only be completed by her she opened the fridge and peered inside. Eggs! She could make an omelette. How hard could it be? In retrospect she should've answered that question in a totally different answer.

She took out the eggs and some tomatoes and onions which she would put in the omelette. She started mixing the ingredients and once that was ready she walked over to the stove and a put a pan on top. Once she thought it was hot enough she put some oil into it and poured the omelette mix she had made into the pan. For a few moments nothing happened but finally she heard a sizzling noise telling her it was cooking. Relieved she quickly cleaned up the mess she had made and waited for her breakfast to finish cooking. Feeling bored while she waited she decided to go explore some part of the house. She went over to the bookshelf in the living room. There were hundreds of books. Elena didn't think Damon was much of a reader but apparently she was mistaken. He had romantic novels, mystery books, he even had books from before the civil war. She couldn't believe it...Damon Salvatore was into history! As she continued to observe all the books her eyes landed on what seemed to be a diary. She took it out of the shelf and opened the first page. Belongs to Damon Salvatore was written on the side. Damon wrote a diary? He was getting more and more complex by the minute!

Considering the thought of invading in his privacy for a second she quickly flipped to the next page. He would never find out so it wouldn't be a problem.

Dear Diary,

They're gone. I still can't fully understand that. How could they just leave me? Why did they not tell me they were in trouble? The guilt is destroying me. I will avenge my family's death. I will bring them peace. I have to. I'm the only one who can. I did some digging and have found a few things. I don't know where it will lead me but I have to trace any lead I can. This looks like a promising one but I won't be sure till I've checked it out. When I went to Dad's office to collect his personal things I cam across a note. It didn't really make sense to me but it's the only thing I have right now. It was something about Dad not completing what "they" had talked about. He didn't finish his part of the deal. Like i said I didn't understand what they were talking about, but the one thing I know for sure is who the other side of this "they" was. The name signed at the bottom of the note was James Gilbert.

Elena froze. James Gilbert. James Gilbert as in her father? No, it couldn't be, it was just some sort of coincidence. That's all. Before Elena could contemplate more on the matter though she suddenly smelled an awful burning smell. Her breakfast! She tore across the living room to kitchen. Smoke was filling the area and all she could see was a black object in the pan what she assumed was her forgotten omelette. She had never been in this type of situation before so she turned to the sink and got some later in a glass. When she turned back to the stove though she let out a loud scream. A small fire had started! Finding the water as her only defence she threw it on the fire. Bad move. The fire blazed even more and caused the fire alarm to sound.

If Damon hadn't woken up by her scream he certainly did from the alarm. He ran into the kitchen and realizing what the situation was, grabbed a towel and tried to douse the fire. While he worked frantically Elena couldn't help notice that he only wore loose-fitting sweatpants. Obviously he had still been sleeping and had rushed right out of bed. His hair was also messy but that wasn't much different from how he usually wore it. Elena couldn't help stare at him until he turned his shocked eyes to her.

"What are you doing standing there? Help me!" He shouted.

Shaking herself from her reverie she shouted back, "I tried. The water didn't help!"

He shot her an incredulous look. "Didn't you ever take science class? Water will only fuel the fire thanks to the gallons of oil you put in this pan. What were you trying to make? Oil induced egg?"

Flushing slightly she started right back at him saying,"Well sorry, I'm not exactly a great cook."

"Great cook? You should be banned from a kitchen for life!"

She felt the need to punch him growing but suppressed it. She didn't want to have to deal with the fire on her own. Finally once Damon put the fire out he went to the alarm and waved the towel over it trying to calm it down. It finally shut up and Damon went to open a window to let the smoke disperse. After he was done acting all pro fire man he came to stand in front of her.

"So now you're going to watch TV whenever you want and try to burn my house down. Wonderful!" He said sarcastically.

"Well I wouldn't have to if you decided to wake up at a decent time." She looked at the clock which read 10:23. "It's almost 10:30!" She exclaimed.

"I don't know what world you live in but normal people wake up at this time!" He shot back.

"Whatever! Now I don't plan on starving here so you have the great honor of making me breakfast, Come on get to it!" She said glaring at him.

He looked at her contemplating whether to let her starve or make her something. The latter won out in the end. "And for god's sake put on a shirt!" She said quickly noticing him making his way to the fridge. He stopped and made his way back to her, giving her his little eye thing.

"Why, am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked, his hot breath on her face. She shivered from his nearness. Swallowing slowly she pushed him back and gave him as menacing a look she could manage.

"Of course not! It's just annoying," she clarified though that smirk which was back on his face seemed to prove he thought differently.

Once he was changed and finally made breakfast it was the most scrumptious omelette she had ever tasted. Her mouth was watering for more.

"I know I'm hot, but no need to drool," Damon said catching her longing look,

"I'm not drooling for you. This food is delicious! Did you ever think of becoming a cook instead of a psychotic kidnapper?" She asked innocently giving him her owl little smirk. He smirked back and picked up their plates, As Elena watched him she slowly remembered what she had read in his diary. Her father was the reason his parents were gone. Was Damon doing all this for... revenge? No, surely not. He wouldn't put someone else's safety on the line for his plan to avenge his parents death...would he? Elena realized that there was a lot to Damon that she had no clue about.

A/N: I'm sooo soryy for taking so long to update. I've had finals and was soo busy but finally I got a chance to write and finished this next chapter. It was pretty quick writing but hope you guys like it! Now Elena finally knows why Damon kidnapped her! Is she going to ask him about it and tell him she knows...hmm guess we'll find out next chapter! Don't forget to give me some feedback and what you thought of this chapter! Your reviews mean the world to me!

On another note Vampire Diaries was finally back after that long winter hiatus..(spoilers) and Elena finally said those three magic word to Damon! I would've liked that revelation to be done face to face but we can't all get what we want. I am honestly kind of sad for Stefan but come on, he shouldn't be so mad at Elena. He knew she felt something for Damon and they would eventually be together.. Anyway I wouldn't mind him and Rebekah getting together but I really think his soul mate is Katherine! Who's with me!? Anyway can't wait till next week!