Elena POV

The next day I woke up with Damon's arms around me, and my annoying alarm clock going off. Damon was softly snoring beside me. I wiggled around where I could see his face. He looked so peaceful, like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

"You know, it's not nice to stare at people while they are sleeping," Damon smiled, eyes still closed.

"True, but when you wake up to someone as sexy as you, it's hard not to stare," I said matter-of-factly.

He opened his beautiful green eyes and kissed me softly.

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" he asked.

"Nope, today I'm making you food so you can hate it and tell me I'm never going to cook again."

Damon laughed at me. I put on my serious face. In all seriousness I was a really good cook. I learned from my mom and grandmom. Sadly, after my parents died, so did my grandparents. The doctors they said they died of natural causes, but I knew what happened, they all died of a broken heart. My dad's family never really liked me. I never knew why, but I just accepted it and moved on.

I got dressed for the day in a nice white sun dress with flip flops. Damon found a rubber band where I could pull my hair up in a nice pony tail. While he hopped in his shower, which was freaking huge, like bigger than any person needed, I went down stairs and made my homemade chocolate chip pancakes. As I finished frying the perfection, I pulled out plates and set them on the island. The kitchen was fully stocked. Since Damon could eat actual human food and enjoy it, I figured I would make the most of what human relationship we could have. I took my plate and plastered peanut butter on top and coated it with syrup. I took a bite and moaned.

"Wow, that looks like it could give you a heart attack," said Stefan.

"Yes, but it's delicious. Try some, I made extra."

"Thanks, but I'll skip out on the peanut butter though."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it!"

"Don't knock what?" asked a yawning Bonnie.

"Hey, I thought you went home," I teased. I really didn't care, I knew she could take care of herself.

"I decided to stay the night. My parents aren't home so they won't know. Not like they care anyway."

Bonnie's parents are workaholics. They really don't care about Bonnie unless she's in immediate danger. Staying over her boyfriend's house was not immediate danger so I imagined the conversation to be her asking and them mumbling something like "sure I don't care" and moving on with their day.

"Anyways," she continued. "What should he try?"

"My famous pancakes."

"I'm afraid I'll die of a heart attack," Stefan smiled.

"They won't," Bonnie giggled. "As long as you have a glass of milk with them, they are actually quite delicious."

"What am I missing that so delicious?" asked Damon. He came in, sat next to me, and kissed me on the cheek.

"My chocolate chip pancakes covered with peanut butter and syrup," I answered.

"And that is what you call good food?"

"Now Damon," interjected Stefan. "Don't knock it until you try it."

Bonnie playfully punched him in the arm as I stuck my tongue out at him. They both tried a part of mine and then made theirs the same way. I poured everyone a glass of milk and we dug in.

"Well, I hate to be a party pooper but some of us have book reports to right," I admitted. "It might be a Sunday, but Bonnie and I have some serious homework to do."

"Oh shit, I forgot!" exclaimed Bonnie.

Damon offered to clean up the mess and I thanked him. Bonnie and I found an empty room and started our reports. I had borrowed Damon's laptop for the project since everything I still owned was at Matt's house.

"What are we supposed to say about a book that was so horrible, not even I could finish it?" Bonnie asked. I couldn't blame her. The book was awful.

"I don't know," I replied. "Since it's just our response to the book, I suggest we say we hated it in a way that makes it sound like we read the whole book, but it was rough. We also have to sound intelligent about it where it seems like we know what we're talking about."

"Great idea! Google it is."

I laughed and within an hour, our book report was finished. But not a moment later, we heard screaming. We downstairs to find nothing, but an open door. We went down the stairs and found Damon against a wall.

"What the hell is going on down here?" I ran to him and made sure he was ok. He nodded stating he was fine and went into a small room.

I followed to see a bloody Matt and Stefan punching him in the face.

"Again I ask, what the hell is going on?"

"We are trying to figure out why Matt and Tyler did this to you," answered Stefan. "I am involved because my brother is involved and he got hurt so now, I'm pissed." He punched him again.

"Bonnie, your boyfriend is insane. I never hurt Elena!" yelled Bonnie.

"Like hell you didn't!" I yelled back. "You raped me every day, at least twice. You beat me if I did anything you didn't like, or if I made something the wrong way. Hell before your mother died, she helped! You called me a no good slut every night before you tied me to the bed and went to sleep." Memories flashed back and tears were flooding down my face. "It got so bad that you stopped using a condom so that I could get pregnant and then beat me where I lost the baby! Then told me that I would be a horrible mother because I couldn't do anything right."

In the corner of my eye, I saw Damon fuming. To make him feel better, I walked up to Matt, pushing Stefan out of the way, kick Matt in the balls, then punched him in the face. It hurt my hand, but made Damon laugh and me feel ten times better.

"Way to go,babe," Damon laughed.

I blushed. He never called me babe. I thought we were just on a name basis but I can deal with him calling me babe and baby. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts; I barely noticed that Matt was angry. I laughed at him, knowing he couldn't get to me.

"Oh Elena, isn't it time for your period?" smirked Matt.

"What?"

"Your period, it's late. I'm guessing by two days."

"What is he talking about?" asked Damon.

"Shut up Matt. I'm not pregnant again. I will abort it. You won't have it," I growled.

"Sure you will. You want a family. You want nothing more than to rub it in my face that you have something that I want, that I could never have. How would your precious boyfriend react when he finds out that I'm telling the truth? He'll leave you, and you'll come crawling back to me; saying that you never loved him, and that you'll always be mine."

"No I won't. Wanna see me prove it?"

He laughed and nodded, clearly doubting that I would. I went upstairs to Damon's bedroom and grabbed my purse. I knew I was late. I took my emergency pregnancy test. Five minutes later it came up positive. I grabbed a nearby stake and went back down and showed only Matt the results. He laughed. I pulled out the stake that I hid in my dress and stabbed my stomach.

"Now who's laughing?" I smiled.

Damon caught me before I hit the ground. "No!" he cried. "You can't turn! You need to be human!"

"What do you mean turn?" demanded Bonnie.

"I gave her my blood yesterday, to make her heal faster. I didn't know she would go killing herself."

My vision was getting blurry again. I knew I was going to die, not turn. Damon was lying trying to comfort himself.

"We need to stop it!"

"Damon, you know you can't stop it once she starts. The only thing you can do is give her more blood where you know she comes back," frowned Stefan.

From there, I blacked out. I never knew that Damon would give me more blood. I heard him murmur that he needed me, that he loved me. He wanted me to stay. I guess now I can't blame him.