He had planned on a homeless man who lived on the outskirts of Paris. But he changed his mind and decided that he would go after a stag up high in the hills. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'if I change maybe she can too.' He then ascended up the hill in a blur.
Damon thought that the deer would fulfill him for at least the next couple of days. That is, unless he didn't use his powers. He didn't plan on compelling Elena anytime soon. He smiled at the thought of compelling Elena to do anything he wanted, naughty or nice. He wouldn't though. He would never be strong enough to take away the free will that he so loved in her.
Damon knelt down by the mountain stream and washed the blood and hairs off his face. "Ugh," he grumbled. He had never had this kind of problem with humans. But if he wanted to gain Elena's trust back, or at least attempt to, he had to do something that would impress her. She knew how incredibly stubborn and ignorant he was. If he changed, maybe, just maybe, she might be able to care for him. Damon knew in his heart that it was a lost cause, but he still clung to the shred of hope that she might change.
He finished washing his face and stood up to go. Damon decided to sit in the grass for a while ponder about the future. He leaned his back against the tree and looked at the ground. There, just beside him, was a lone wildflower. It was a shade of a deep purplish blue- lapis lazuli. He instantly thought of Elena. He picked the flower and held it gently in his hands as if he was holding her. He stood up, flower in hand and ran as fast as he could back to the house, all the while protecting the beautiful blossom.
When Damon returned to the house, Elena was still curled up in a ball, it was nearing dawn. He grabbed a Kleenex off of the shelf and grabbed a pen out of his jacket pocket. He scribbled a note to her with his exceptionally neat penmanship. He placed it on one of the pillows on the bed that he had freshly made. Before he left, he placed the flower beside it, but then quickly grabbed it back. He wanted… he needed a piece of her to hold, even if it wasn't really her. He carefully placed the lavender flower in a zippered pocket of his jacket, where he would take it wherever he went.
Damon took another longing look at her. Knowing that she'd be safe until he got back, he opened the door and shut it as quietly as he could. Damon had an idea. He made his way down the hill and strode into early morning Paris. As he walked, he realized that he hadn't thought of Katherine for almost a week.
Most of the shops were closed, but Damon still managed to find one of many restaurants that was opened all night and all day.
When he got there, he ordered a breakfast platter that included the finest eggs, toast, and crepes. Damon didn't know if Elena was a fan of breakfast food, but in the last few days all he had given her were various cheeseburgers, fries, and a milkshake. It hadn't seemed like much, but he had worked hard to find a Burger King in Paris.
Damon paid for the meal and walked back to the house. He walked up the hill and sensed something disturbing, but couldn't put a finger on what it was exactly. He ignored the strong feeling that caused him discomfort and opened the door. He set the food on the bed and walked over to blanket in which Elena was sleeping under. He couldn't see her face. He picked up the blanket and was paralyzed by fear. Elena Gilbert was not under the blanket.