Hey guys. All of your reviews have been amazing! :)

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But there was one that made me feel like I needed to clarify something.

The story is a sort of rewrite of Bitten.

I've incorporated parts from the show and the books, but have also put my own spin on things.

I loved Bitten and really got inspired to do a TVD version of it, and so far, you all seem to love it so that's great!

But I'll say again, DISCLAIMER.

I do not own ANY of the shows, or books, that I may reference to.

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Morning came quickly, bringing with it a dose of reality.

I woke up, naked, still tangle in Damon's arms, cursing myself.

I hadn't come back for this, for him.

And dabbling into our shared physical attraction was going to do nothing but cause more trouble in the long run.

I peeled myself away from him, careful not to wake him up in the process, and grabbed the remnants of my clothes from the floor.

Damon stirred a little, so I hurried to the door, slipping out into the hallway.

Only to find the entrance to my room blocked by Stefan and Enzo.

I paused as they turned, their eyes landing on me, and a blush colored my cheeks.

"Well, well," Stefan smirked, "Someone's doing the walk of shame."

With my obvious nudity and bedhead, it wasn't hard to guess what I'd been up to.

And if that wasn't enough, they would smell Damon on me.

There was no hiding it.

"Bite me," I growled.

"I thought Damon already took care of that," Stefan grinned.

I glared at him, "Fuck you."

"No, no, I'm pretty sure Damon's taken care of that too," he teased.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, shut up. And move. I need in my room."

"Easy, love," Enzo lifted his hands, "We were actually coming up to find you. Ric wants everyone downstairs."

I bit my lip, and looked down at my bare skin, "Do you mind if I change first?"

Stefan's eyes raked over me, "Kinda."

I rolled mine again, "Okay, the free show is over. Scurry along."

Unfortunately, before they could, Damon's bedroom door opened, catching everyone's attention.

He stepped out, unapologetically naked, hair ruffled, but eyes alert.

Stefan and Enzo both grinned.

I fought back a groan.

"Damon," Stefan called cheerily, "Did you have a nice night?"

I refused to meet my lover's gaze as it pierced the side of my head.

A cold lilt colored his voice, as he addressed his younger sibling, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Stefan was as shameless as his brother, "Oh you know, just...a nice night? Some cuddling, maybe some nuzzling..."

I was definitely red now.

It had been a while since I'd felt embarrassed over the nature of my relationship with Damon, but somehow, now, it felt different.

"Did you actually want something?" Damon asked, stepping closer, "Other than a beating?"

Stefan smirked, "Ric wants us all downstairs."

"Fine."

I used the moment to brush past both of the boys, to slip into my room.

They let me go, content with teasing Damon now.

"You know," I could hear Stefan's voice, "I don't mind it when Elena romps around the house naked, but come on now, put some clothes on. You're making Lorenzo here feel inadequate."

Enzo's offended grunt followed, "Don't displace your own insecurities onto me, mate."

"Displace?" Stefan laughed, "What are you, a shrink?"

"You're both idiots," Damon muttered, and I heard his door close again.

The sound was shortly followed by footsteps descending the stairs.

I let out a sigh of relief, and hurried to my shower.

Twenty minutes later, I was scrubbed clean, dried, and in fresh clothes.

I brushed out my hair and placed my phone on the charger.

As the battery powered up, it buzzed with notifications.

A few messages from Caroline, work or gossip related, and a text from Matt, telling me how much he missed me.

I knew that I should probably call him.

But I couldn't.

Not yet.

Not after last night.

And it wasn't even because I felt guilty...quite the opposite, in fact.

I didn't feel any guilt about sleeping with Damon.

I knew that I probably should.

Maybe if it was with anyone but him, I would.

But the chances of me actually cheating on Matt with anyone other than Damon were so unfathomable the point was moot.

I was loyal by nature, whether I wanted to be or not.

Yet what I had with Damon was so old, so complex, that sleeping with him couldn't be compared to normal sex.

It was giving in to something I felt so deeply, that all the anger and hurt and hate in the world couldn't stop me from going back to him

It was just a part of being here, in Mystic Falls.

Damon, the Pack and our territory, Changing, it was all so intertwined that I couldn't separate the strands.

Surrendering to one meant surrendering to all.

Giving myself to Damon wasn't betraying Matt, it was betraying myself.

And that terrified me.

The barrier between my two worlds was solidifying and I was on the wrong side.

I took a calming gulp of air, and exhaled slowly.

All I needed was to help with the hunt today, then I was free.

I could go back to New York, back to my life there, and forget my entire visit.

I'd done as Alaric had asked.

Hell, I'd probably already stayed longer than he'd expected.

Certainly longer than I had expected of myself.

And it wasn't because I didn't feel at home here.

That I didn't love my Pack, or the running free, or the falling asleep in Damon's arms.

It was just the matter of who I was, and who I wanted to be.

Werewolves killed.

Willingly or not, sometimes it was a necessity.

And whatever good came out of being here didn't change the fact that it was an endless cycle of death and secrecy.

I just wanted out, and the longer I stayed in Mystic Falls...

But then again, I didn't have to stay.

I'd done what I'd come for, hadn't I?

Done what Alaric had asked of me.

The rest of the Pack could handle it from here.

I smiled.

I could go home right now.

Though of course, it would be wise to get Alaric's permission.

Not that I actually believed he would brand me a Mutt, but better safe than sorry.

With a renewed confidence, I shot a quick text to both Matt and Caroline, then stood.

However, a knock pounded on my door before I could reach it.

I knew it was Damon, before he even spoke.

I hesitated.

The knocking grew louder, "Elena, come on. I know you're in there."

I didn't want to deal with him right now.

I couldn't.

"Open the door, kitten, come on."

The door handle rattled, but didn't budge.

My lock was the only one in the house that Damon didn't dare break.

As he pounded on the door again, I decided to take the long way down.

Quietly, I crossed the room and slid my window open.

My room was on the second floor, but being a mythological creature had its perks.

I jumped.

The landing was easy, my legs absorbing the shock, and I straitened, smirking a little, before entering the back door, and made my way towards the dining room, where I knew the Pack would be eating breakfast.

Alaric was the first to spot me, having seen my dismount through the window.

"What? The stairs not challenging enough for you anymore?"

I smiled.

"I think it has less to do with the stairs," George cut in, "And more to do with the big bad wolf huffing and puffing at her door up there."

He winked at me, before walking over to the doorway, near the base of the stairs, and called up, "You can stop shaking the house apart now, Damon. You've been outmaneuvered; she's down here."

I ignored the knowing smirk Stefan sent my way, and grabbed a plate to fill with the food laid out on the table.

I took a seat between Alaric and Mason, both of which were already eating, and began forking at some sausage.

Damon came down the stairs a moment later, a scowl on his beautiful face.

I ignored him, and he took a seat at the end of the table, near Enzo.

Alaric waited until we were all settled, with at least some food in our stomachs, before telling us to meet him in the study once we were done.

A nod of agreement rang out, and we all finished our food quickly.

I helped George take the dishes to the kitchen as the others filed out of the room.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

I eyed him, wondering if he was genuinely asking, or teasing me, as the others had.

"Well enough," I answered.

He nodded, "Alright then."

I ran some hot water, as he kissed my head and left me to myself.

The dishes could soak until after Ric's meeting.

Someone would clean them later.

I dried off my hands, and turned to join the others in the study, only to find Damon standing in the doorway.

I should have guessed.

"What?" I demanded, crossing my arms.

He merely stared at me.

I knew he was waiting for an explanation, but I didn't really feel like giving one.

"I'm not going to apologize for running out on you," I told him firmly.

"Let me guess," He peeled himself off the frame to walk over to me, "Last night was a mistake?"

I nodded, "One that won't be repeated."

He didn't seem put off by the thought, but then again, how many times had we replayed this scene over the years?

How many times had those exact words left my mouth?

Too many.

Damon's hand lifted to my face, and I closed my eyes at his touch.

It was silent for a moment, then he exhaled.

"I don't want you going on this hunt unless you stay by my side," he said forcefully.

I opened my eyes, "That's not going to be an issue, because I'm not going on the hunt."

His expression turned to one of confusion, and I shrugged him off of me.

"That's not why I came here."

I maneuvered around him, and was almost out the door when he replied.

"I never thought it was."

I shot him a dirty look over my shoulder, understanding all too well what he was implying.

But he was wrong.

I hadn't come back for us, either.

With an annoyed huff, I left to speak to Alaric.

I needed to leave as soon as possible.

Do ya'll think she will leave?

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