A/N: Happy Good Friday! And just for that I bring you another chapter. [Btw and just so you're ready, this chapter will have a lot of cuss words.] The question for last chapter was: Will Bonnie's spell work? If not, how do you think Damon will react? Let's find out!

~Here's the Story~

"What the HELL are you doing, Damon?" Bonnie exclaimed, just seconds after he closed the door and plopped himself on the couch.

"And what the HELL are you talking about?" Damon replied, looking at her skeptically.

"She means with Elena," Caroline stated. "You know; how she asked you if you had anything going on?"

"What about it?" Damon asked.

Bonnie smacked him in the arm. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?" Bonnie asked him again.

"MY GOD! Why do I always have to be doing anything?" Damon asked in complete frustration. "How about this? What if I did absolutely, fucking nothing? That's possible, you know."

"Geez, Damon; calm down," Caroline replied. "Then tell us what exactly did happen."

"She was staring at some pictures; she asked about Stefan; then she asked me if we were in a relationship, though not exactly in those words but whatever."

"Wait," Bonnie demanded. "She asked about Stefan?"

Caroline chimed in, "Yeah? What did you tell her?"

"All she did was see that stupid picture on her mirror and say that she felt guilty that she couldn't put a name with a face—that face being, of course, Stefan," he clarified. "Then she asked me if there was something between." He smirked. You would think that by the way he kept repeating the last part that someone would actually catch on. Inside his mind, something was laughing.

"And that's it?" Bonnie asked skeptically.

"Basically," Damon responded.

"Does she know anything about Stefan?" Caroline asked. "I mean, does she remember that he's some emotionless monster that has hurt her more than a thousand times in one year?"

Damon rolled his eyes. "She doesn't know who she is," Damon responded, "let alone all that my stupid little brother did to her."

"Right. But she will…soon," she said. "Bonnie did the spell."

Bothe of them stared off at her. "Have anything to add to that, Bonnie?" Damon pushed, skeptically and quizzically.

"No," she replied, and then continued to be quiet; she was practically sitting in the corner like some depressed kid would do in class. Something was definitely up. Damon could easily see that, yet he couldn't place a finger on what it actually was.

"Anyway, what will happen when she wakes up?" Caroline asked Bonnie, but she was still keeping to herself.

"Nothing," Damon figured, responding into the silent air. He turned to Bonnie. "Because you didn't do anything, did you?" Damon, with all this anger and frustration buried within him, shouted at Bonnie.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Damon," she lied. "I performed the spell correctly. It should—it will—work."

"No," Damon denied. "You performed a spell correctly. It wasn't the right one, was it, Bonnie?"

"It was," Bonnie contradicted with a somewhat pained voice. "I… I wasn't—I'm still not—sure if I was strong enough to make it work."

"What?" Caroline and Damon exclaimed in sync. Then Caroline continued, "Then why did you do it without saying anything?"

"Well, you know Damon. Once you give him something to not believe in, he looks for a reason to not believe in it. No offense."

Damon, who was staring at her with both brows crossed, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed, replied through his gritting teeth, "None taken."

"Anyway, I needed both of you to believe it would work for a better chance that it would."

"You are a lying bitch full of false hopes and promises," Damon said aloud, though it seems too personal and he wanted to keep the thought to himself. But, being Damon, he just had to open his mouth.

"Hey! I didn't come here for this. And I didn't come here to get your hopes up. I came here to see if I could help Elena. So stop yelling at me!" Bonnie said. "Damon, go home. Caroline and I are perfectly capable of taking care of Elena."

Damon debated his choice in his head before actually replying. "Fine," he said. "I'm done with your shit anyway." And he left in a breeze with the front door wide open.

"Where have you been? Was his greeting when he slammed the front door to the Salvatore Boarding house. Damon stared into the soulless eyes of his little brother, who was drinking a glass of blood, only to prove Damon's point.

"Not in the mood, Little Bro. Now, step aside." As Damon walked up to his room, he knew Stefan would follow and he did. As Damon opened his bedroom door, there he was, still carrying that bottle of blood. "What do you want?" Damon yelled out in monotone.

"Geez, why are you so dramatic? Getting in touch with your feelings?" he asked as if it were a sin. He laughed. "By the way, how is Elena, since I'm guessing you were with her?" Stefan probably lived to aggravate his older brother and Damon couldn't take it.

He pushed his brother against the wall, holding him by the chin. But Stefan continued to wear that dick head douche smile, which mad Damon cringe as he threatened, "Don't you dare question me. Don't you dare question me, brother."

But Stefan, being the evil he could be at times, broke free and just laughed. "Nice try, Damon." And he walked calmly out of the room, still laughing. He hung around the door and said, "Tell Elena I say 'hi'."

Damon wanted to scream out at him. "She doesn't even know who you are!" he would say. But many things were to have gone if he had said that. So he chose to keep his mouth completely. He gave his little brother this victory only because it could lead to his own victory, if fate were that kind. He crossed his fingers and hoped for the best before he had lain down on his bed. First thing in the morning, he would do everything he could.

Elena woke up with a startle, hearing the orchestra of snores coming from the floor at the foot of her bed. Her head hurt like crazy as events from the previous night flowed in like a waterfall. Damon. Bonnie's ritual. Caroline's questions. Damon.

But, sadly, that's all she could remember in that moment. Just a bunch Damon and weird discoveries that she hoped wasn't actually true. But this sick feeling in her stomach told her it was. She groaned louder than expected. Luckily, however, the two—Bonnie and Caroline—were still asleep on the floor. There was no sign of Damon anywhere.

There was something about Damon that made Elena…well, it made Elena confused, for lack of a better word. It was mainly because she knew something was there, yet she didn't know what that something was exactly. And not only did it confuse her, but it scared the Hell out of her too. All she needed to know was if there was a history between them, but how could she get someone to tell her?

Plotting. Plotting. Plotting.

There was a knock on the door followed by the calming chime of the doorbell. Elena hears Caroline's voice mumble a 'huh' and go back to snores. She swiftly and quietly went down the stairs, not even threatening to close the bedroom door just to keep the two asleep, and answered the door. Her subconscious was used to seeing his face and forced her to smile—practically shoving a crowbar up her mouth kind of force. The thing is, if it would have asked nicely, she would have been happy to oblige. Ignoring the actions of her reserved mind, she continued to smile, though it was slowly fading away, as she said, "Now, there you are, Damon! I was wandering where you went."

"You don't remember anything, do you?" Damon rushed out of his mouth.

Elena frowned then shook her head. "Nothing besides a few thing that happened last night," she replied, seeing his face fall as she finished. "But that's okay, Damon. I have a feeling the old me had a lot she wanted to forget."

"Maybe," he admitted, "but wouldn't it be nice to know those memories?" His suggestion made her stomach queasy with jealousy and anticipation. "Wouldn't it be nice to know who you are?"

"Yes, Damon, of course it would," Elena sighed. "But I can't dwell on it. I trust you and the two snoring girls upstairs to teach me all that I need to know." Elena stared at him with childlike eyes, batting her eyelashes. "Can you do that, Damon?"

There was a brief moment of silence that made Elena worry. Then his voice—oh, hearing it directed at her made her feel better than okay—replied, "Yes, of course. I can definitely do that."

Elena invited him in. But before she could get anything big out f him, Bonnie and Caroline were running down the stairs, screaming, "Is she back?" repeatedly.

Damon, who was most likely annoyed, screamed back at them. "NO!"

Elena hit his arm. "Don't scream at them!" she exclaimed. "You can be so aggressive sometimes." After saying this, Elena put her hand over her mouth while Damon, after hearing this, gave the crowd a smirk. Elena looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, but I have absolutely no idea where that came from."

Bonnie and Caroline gave each other the same awkward smile. Bonnie told Elena to come with her back to the room while Caroline glared at Damon, waiting for them to leave so she could have a word with him.

A/N: So…how was it? PLEASE Review! And question for next chapter (please answer in your review?): Where did it come from? And what is Caroline going to say to Damon with Elena out of the way? And most importantly:

Are you interested yet?

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