Author's Note: Here's a big THANK YOU to everyone who's been reviewing! You guys are the best :) Also, for those of you who have asked, of course I am a "Delena" supporter! However, I am trying to make this as true to the show as possible, and we all know that the writers aren't going to make those two randomly hook up. The beauty of their relationship is in it's complexity, and I'm trying to capture that essence in this story. Oh, and I also know that the chapters are short but that's why I update so often ;)

"She got away again?" Alaric asked warily, his eyes flicking towards Jenna, who was standing near by.

"Damon and I tried to follow her, but she disappeared the second she saw us coming," Stefan said in an undertone.

"She really is everywhere, isn't she?" Alaric asked, not looking impressed. "I wonder what she wants."

"She was apparently watching Elena."

"That doesn't surprise me."

Stefan raised his eyebrows, "Doesn't it?"

"Wouldn't you be interested in your doppelganger?" Alaric pointed out.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Jenna demanded, walking over to them.

"Oh..just wondering if the police have any leads on who stabbed John," Alaric quickly said, glancing at Stefan.

"Why would Stefan know anything about that?"

Alaric coughed, "Well, his brother is on pretty good terms with the sheriff..."

They all turned to see Damon and the sheriff quietly talking at the edge of the crowd. Stefan narrowed his eyes. Damon looked like he was trying to hide his impatience. Meaning, the sheriff wasn't being very helpful.

"Oh yes, I forgot that the Founder's Council hangs on to Damon's every word," Jenna sniffed.

Alaric frowned, "What's wrong? Did Damon do something?"

Jenna glanced at Stefan before shaking her head, "No, of course not. What would make you think that?"

Stefan smiled, "Jenna, allow me to apologize for whatever it is that Damon did. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

Jenna shook her head, "You are the good brother, aren't you?" With that, she walked away.

Alaric frowned, "What do you think he did?"

"No idea."

........

"So you have no idea what the Council's next move is?" Damon repeated incredulously.

"Well, I think all the vampires have been taken care of," the sheriff said with a shrug, not meeting his gaze.

"You think all of them were caught that night?"

"Why? You don't think so?"

"Well, in all the chaos..." Damon trailed off purposefully. "You can't be sure that you got all of them."

"John Gilbert is dead," the sheriff said determinately. "He and the mayor are the ones that wanted to use this town as bait, and look where that got them!"

"So you're giving up?"

The sheriff sighed, "I don't expect you to understand, Damon. You're young, you don't have a family to protect. After seeing my daughter in the hospital--"

"That wasn't the vampires fault," Damon interrupted. "And I do have a family to protect. Stefan and I might not get along, but he's my brother and I care very deeply for him and his...friends."

"I know," the sheriff said, patting his arm. "You've done so much for this town already, so I understand the need to protect it. But I'm afraid we really don't know what our next move is."

Damon opened his mouth to argue, when he felt someone brush his shoulder. He turned around to see Elena standing there, her arms crossed. "What is it?" he demanded.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Elena asked, with forced politeness.

Damon took in her expression, "Excuse me, sheriff." He followed Elena until they were some distance from the crowd. "You keep taking me aside like this, I'm gonna start thinking you have a crush on me," Damon grinned, leaning towards her.

"I told you to stop doing that eye thing," she snapped.

"Well, isn't somebody in a mood," Damon said, straightening. "What's up?"

She glanced towards Stefan, who was still talking to Alaric. "Tell me what's going on, Damon."

Damon raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you ask your boyfriend?"

Elena looked annoyed, "You know he won't tell me anything."

"Maybe there's a reason for that, Elena," Damon said, beginning to walk away. He stopped in surprise when Elena grabbed his arm.

"Please, Damon."

"Stefan will kill me," Damon said humorlessly. "He's trying to protect you."

"I'm tired of being protected," Elena hissed. "I'm not a child!"

"I can see that," Damon said, making a show of looking her over. She rolled her eyes, and Damon smirked in response. "But we're not discussing this now."

"Yes, we are," Elena insisted.

"Fine," he snapped, losing patience. He took her arm, leading her away from the crowd gathered until they were surrounded by the mist and fog in an isolated part of the cemetery.

She turned to face him directly, "Tell me what's going on."

"The mayor was thrown into that burning building with the rest of the tomb vampires that night," Damon began. "I saw him. I spoke to him. He wasn't affected by the vervain, so he couldn't be a vampire. But one of them—the leader I think—snapped his neck. And so we thought he died."

Damon paused, but Elena didn't say anything. "And then later I find out that his son, Tyler, gets into a car crash. When asked what happened, he merely says that he heard a noise and lost control of the car. This noise, of course, being the frequency emitted from the Gilbert device. We speculated that the frequency must be heard by all supernatural beings, and not just vampires."

"So you think that Tyler and his dad are…what exactly?" Elena asked, and he had to give her props for being so quick on the uptake.

"That's where your friend Bonnie comes in. She came to us that night with her Grandmother's old spellbooks and we tried to look through them to see if there was any information of another…creature."

"Bonnie knew about this before me?" Elena demanded.

"Oh right," Damon said thoughtfully. "You didn't know about that."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Fine, what did you find out?"

"Actually, she figured it out," Damon paused, stepping closer to Elena. "Werewolf," he whispered, smiling slightly when she shivered.

"Werewolf?" she repeated, taking a step back. "Is that…possible?"

Damon grinned, "Are you really asking a vampire that question?" He went on, "Now, the real problem is that we're fairly sure that fire does not kill a werewolf. That's what I was reading about when you stopped by earlier looking for Stefan."

"What have you found out?"

"Most of the books are pretty adamant about silver being the only thing that can kill a werewolf. Everything else just talks about the full moon being required for a transformation."

Elena swallowed and looked away. Damon stepped closer, "Hey, look at me," he cupped her face gently, "It'll be okay. We'll figure it out."

"So is that what Stefan is talking to Alaric about?"

"Nope," Damon said, leading the way back. "Actually, he's talking about the fact that Katherine was here. Watching you."

"What--" She broke off as her phone rang. She glanced at the screen before handing the phone to Damon, "I don't feel like talking to him right now."

"Elena's phone," Damon answered with a smirk. "She doesn't want to speak to--"

"Bonnie's missing."