Just wanted to say thanks to the people who took the time to review! I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I'll try to finish this tonight. I have a lot more written, I just need to type it up.
Elena touched her bare neck, feeling the anxiety grow inside her. Her necklace was gone. She wasn't sure exactly how long it had been, consider how distracted she'd been for the past day or so. It easily could have slipped off. But that meant she could have been compelled at some point in the last twenty-four hours. Biting her lip, she couldn't help but know she hadn't been. But one could never be too sure.
Frustrated, she trekked up the stairs. She hadn't even made it out the door yet, and time was running out. If she couldn't find it in her room, she'd just have to leave it behind and take her chances. She opened her bedroom door.
Damon sat on her bed, fidgeting. She'd never seen him look so anxious.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, embarrassed.
"I could ask you the same thing." He said sarcastically, trying to appear more okay than he really was.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I just panicked."
"That makes me feel loads better." He rolled his eyes. "Fortunately, this isn't the time for this conversation."
Elena raised an eyebrow.
"I think," he said slowly, digging into his pocket. "that you might want to see this."
He placed the note on the bed and she glanced at it for only a second before turning away. She was startled. "Bonnie's handwriting."
"She sent this to me." Damon said. "I don't know why. But she didn't want you to run off alone or unprotected." It was as though he were reminding her of his promise to Stefan, reminding her that, whether she liked it or not, he was going to keep her safe.
"I'll call her." Elena suggested, whipping out her cell phone and pressing Bonnie's speed dial.
Damon scoffed and calmly took her phone away, closing it. "If there was time to call, I'm thinking she would have contacted me a more convenient way. And explained a tad bit more."
Elena paused. He was right. Was it Klaus? Did he find Bonnie? Hurt her? She wasn't sure how she could handle that.
"What are we even supposed to be running from?" Elena asked exasperatedly, sliding down onto the bed beside Damon.
"Well," he smirked. "Not people we just slept with."
Her cheeks burned at his boldness. "Damon. I said I was sorry."
"Before we just disappear together, which we will be doing in approximately..." he glanced at the clock. "Five minutes, can you just explain to me what exactly is going on?"
Elena considered telling him how she really felt. Like Katherine. Evil. Twisted. But since they were going to be on the run together, she decided, she had nothing to lose. She kissed him.
This seemed to be the exact answer he was looking for. He kissed her back intensely, holding her face in his hands.
And then, just as quickly, he pulled away. "As much as I'd like to keep this up all day..."
"My bags are packed, and I've already said goodbye." Elena said formally, standing up. "So now there's just one thing."
"And what might that be?"
"My necklace." She said. "It's missing."
"Great." Damon sighed in his usual cocky manner. "It's not in here?"
She glanced around. Her room was clean, and there was no sign of it. She shook her head.
"Then let's check the boarding house." He said.
She nodded. He swung her bag over his shoulder, awkwardly snatched her hand, smiling when she didn't pull it away, and lead her outside.
Jeremy angrily burst out of Elena's closet. She lied. He had no idea what had actually gone on, but she'd certainly left out a key part. He knew she hadn't just been leaving to "get away". Elena wasn't that type of person. He shook his head. How stupid did she think he was? Holding her necklace tightly in his palm, he headed for the tomb.
