WARNING again, I don't know if there will be parts with beatings, rape and such, this is just here as a warning for those that don't like reading it...

A.N. Hey, I hope your enjoying these few chapters, my brain just can't stop! What will happen in this chapter? Read and find out! :P

Disclaimer: Stated in the first chapter!

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"Elena... Elena.." She could hear Caroline's voice, but her eyes refused to open.

"Wh-what?"

"Thank god, I thought you were dead... I haven't had blood in awhile, so all my senses are dulled.."

She tried to sit up, but her arms refused to lift her. "Caroline?"

"Yea?"

"You think we will get out of this? Do you think... Do you think they will come?" There was a long moment of silence before she spoke.

"Yes.."

"How do you know?"

"I just do.."

Surprisingly she was ok with that. That is until she heard the door open. She didn't know how, but she managed to cry, she didn't make a sound as usual, but she let the tears fall. When she felt a hand on her shoulder she naturally flinched back. She felt the breath of Matt on her ear.

"It's me.." She tried to open her eyes, but they only opened a sliver, and sure enough, it was him. Her heart fluttered, if she could, she would jump into his arms and smile, but she had no energy, so she did the next best thing, she relaxed at his touch.

"Damon..." She closed her eyes again. When she opened them again, instead of Damon, it was Matt. This made her cry harder than she had, she didn't care if she made sounds, if she was beaten, she was done. If they killed her so be it, at least she would be free of the hallucinations. They were to much.

As if on cue, he struck her face causing her to groan in pain.

"And I thought we were done with the crying sherade." He flipped her so she was on her stomach with her back end sticking in the air, her arms behind her back. He held onto her arms with one hand, and her hip with the other, and plunged into her harder than he had earning a scream. He was going as if he was running out of time, before he could finish his weight was gone. She could hear grunting, the sound of punching, and swearing. After a few moments she felt a hand on her face, which caused her to flinch. The hand pushed the hair out her face. The hand felt so familiar. She then felt the weight of a coat on her, without thinking she whispered. "Caroline... Don't forget Caroline..."

"Klaus has her, we're going home." And with that, she was lifted up and cradled into a chest. And suddenly she knew who was holding her. Before she could do anything though he spoke. "Sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." And just like that she let herself sleep.

She could tell she was waking up, she could feel the bed, the sheets, the blanket, the sun on her face, and a chest. Wait what? She opened her eyes and sat up, hissing in pain and touching her ribs. She felt a soft hand on her shoulder and she immediately backed away. She looked up and relaxed at a hurt Damon. She went to move forward but she gasped in pain again. This time she didn't mind his hand.

"You've been sleeping for 12 hours." She looked at him in disbelief. But something else came to mind.

"How long have we been gone?" When he looked down at his hands, and didn't answer she grew a little worried. "How long Damon?" He finally looked at her but his face showed how upset and hurt he was.

"3 weeks.." He sat back against the head board, resting his head in his hands. She stared at him, he was truly upset, more than she would've given him credit for. " We looked everywhere. Under every nook and cranny. We hardly slept, ate, we just kept looking, crossing places off the maps, slowly wondering if we were ever going to find you or Caroline... Then I realized I knew where he would have taken you." He looked up at her and she could see the tears streaking his face. She never felt so touched in her life by a man besides her father.

"Where were we?" He gave a little laugh, wiping the tears from his cheeks, but it didn't stop them from coming.

"You were at our house, the house we grew up in. Turns out he bought it a while ago under a different name. We found you guys in the basement. In the back room, the room our parents kept the wine. I saw you and... I didn't... I was..." He couldn't look at her. She moved towards him, gently placing her hand on his cheek, she could feel him leaning into her hand. Her other hand went to his other cheek making him look at her. And she softly spoke.

"You still came. That's all that matters to me, even to Caroline." She started to cry, but she didn't falter her words, "You Damon, not anybody else, you, you came to me. Thank you." He started to smile, and he touched to her face ever so gently, almost like a feather.

"I would always come for you Elena... Always." He was about to kiss her when her stomach growled, making her laugh, but causing her to curse at the pain she was in. "They didn't even feed you?" He stared at her, but she only giggled.

"I guess your making me breakfast."

"Is that so?"

"Well, I would, but I'd probably drop a plate or something."

"Hmm, I kinda like the plates I have. Alright, Miss Elena, what would you like for breakfast?"

She thought about it, and started to giggle again. "Chocolate chip pancakes and a milkshake." It was his turn to laugh.

"Alright, chocolate chip pancakes and a milkshake coming up." She started to get up, but he stopped her earning a raised eyebrow from her. "You get to stay in bed."

"Your serious?" He only nodded and started to get up. So she tried again only to have him in front of her stopping her from getting up. "I will end up leaving when you leave, so no point in stopping me." He thought about it and smiled. "What?"

"Fine, you can come down, but I am carrying you down." She let her mouth drop and shook her head.

"Umm no, I am walking thank you." He moved aside and let her get up, she was almost to the door when he picked her up bridal style. "Damon!"

"I told you, I was carrying you down." She only giggled and rested her head on his chest. He set her down on the counter and she watched him as he cooked. He moved so gracefully, as if he had done it a hundred times, and her smile started to fade. Of course he has done this hundreds of times, he's had girlfriends she couldn't hold that against him, but it made her feel less special. Why would she feel special, sure he rescued her but wasn't he just the same as any other guy? Take what he wants and move on? She was so out of it she didn't know that he was talking to her until he flicked her nose.

"You ok?" The look of concern on his face was clear to see, but it could just be an act. She just shrugged her shoulders. He placed the food beside her along with the milkshake which she assumed was strawberry. His hands rested on the counter on either side of her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing.. I'm just hungry..." She averted her eyes as much as she could. That's when he sprayed whip cream on her face. "What the hell?!" He only smiled.

"Tell me what's wrong or I'll spray you again." He held the canister up like it was a gun, which made her laugh, wincing to the pain in her chest.

"It's nothing ok?" She looked at him in the eyes, and he raised his eyebrows and he sprayed her again. So she took some off with her finger and tasted it. "Might have some on my pancakes. Any chocolate sauce?" This earned her a smirk, but he didn't let up.

"Elena.. What's bothering you, it's written all over your pretty face that something is bothering you, besides the pain." She gazed down at her hands, fidgeting, not knowing how to ask, or say what was on her mind, its been so long since she has been this open, even with Caroline she wasn't that open.

"Promise not to laugh? Promise to tell the truth?"

"Scouts honour." She nodded and thought for a moment.

"Am I... hmm, umm, how many.. how many girlfriends have you had?" His smirk had fallen from his face making her heart ache. More than she thought, great, she was just another one. A foolish girl.

"Only one." She stared at him, all these years only one? Hard to believe. "It was Catherine, before she turned me and my brother. She played me for a fool. Used my feelings for her own entertainment. She actually hated pancakes."

"You really expect me to believe that you, a hot guy, only had one girlfriend?" She put her hand to her mouth realizing she just called him hot, and he noticed it. His smug, cocky grin was back.

"Hot eh?"

"Umm, well, you know, figure of speech and all." He was awfully close to her, she could almost see the want in his eyes, and she was about to close the gap when he leaned back and gave her the pancakes and milkshake.

"Don't want these to go cold." He winked at her and began cleaning the kitchen. She watched him as she ate, and her taste buds felt like they were having a party. The pancakes were delicious. She was on her fifth pancake when she started drinking the milkshake, within a few moments, she felt rejuvenated, like something just clicked. She didn't feel pain in her chest anymore. She didn't understand what was happening, how in the hell could she heal that fast... She looked up at Damon who was washing the pan. She then threw a piece of pancake at his head causing him to stop and face her with a confused look, but before he could look at her he got another chunk of pancake in the face.

"What the hell Elena?" He looked at her and her expression was a mix of laughter and anger.

"You put your blood in my milkshake!" It was his turn to have a shocked expression, no one had the ability to know if they were being healed.

"How in the hell.." Another chunk of pancake hit his face, making him growl, but this growl was playful. He looked at her again, only this time, her eyes were filled with lust, and determination. So, he non-nonchalantly walked over to the fridge grabbing the whip cream again, and started walking towards her. Making her jump down from the counter, holding a hand up and walking backwards.

"Damon... no... put it down... Damon..." He only smirked and started to chase her around the kitchen spraying her with whip cream earning a giggles. She managed to get to the fridge and grab the syrup. That's when he stopped, he hated being sticky, even as a kid. He held up his hands as if to surrender to the girl covered in whip cream, only she shook her head and went after him. This went on for about 20 minutes before he picked her up from behind making her laugh. They were both sticky and covered in chocolate, syrup and whip cream. He spun her around so she was facing him, and the giggles slowly subsided. They stayed like that for a few moments. He wanted to desperately close the gap between them, but he knew she needed to do it or she would think that he was using her. So he waited, she didn't try to push him away, instead she slowly raised her hands to either side of his face, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh in relief. He opened them slowly and she had the sweetest smile on her face, and slowly she moved closer, she licked her lips, but he would make her go all the way, this was her decision. After a few more antagonizing seconds, she finally closed the gap. Her arms wrapped around his neck, hands tangling in his hair as he lifted her onto the counter, pulling her close. The kiss was everything they both wanted, full of want, hunger, and most important, love that they both hid. His tongue traced her bottom lip, hoping to gain entrance. She granted him access, their tongues dancing for dominance. His hand started to work its way under her shirt when they both heard someone cough. Separating they looked at the doorway seeing Caroline with her arms crossed and Klaus with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"So, is there any syrup left or did you guys use it all?" Caroline asked while raising an eyebrow. Damon and Elena only looked at each other realizing they were both still covered. Laughing, she stayed on the counter while Damon checked the fridge, but he made sure to kiss her on the cheek before hand. He tossed an un-opened bottle of syrup to Caroline.

"You should get Damon to make pancakes they are delicious!" Elena giggled and Caroline gave a questioning look.

Just for the moment, it was beautiful. She didn't care what Damon and her were, they were together and that's all that mattered, she had two new friends who she loved, and for once she was truly happy. But her happiness didn't last long. She felt something in her chest, as if someone was pushing her from within her.

"Damon.." He looked at her and his smile faded, they all stared at her. She was grabbing her chest, gasping for breath.

"Elena, where's your necklace?" Damon was at her side in an instant.

"I... I don't... I don't know.." She screamed as the pain increased. She started to shake, Damon carefully placed her on the floor.

"Caroline, do you have the one you had when you were human?"

"M..maybe.." In a flash she was back. "It's gone I don't know where it is."

"Is this what your looking for?" A blonde woman came into the kitchen holding the necklace Damon gave Elena. In a flash she was beside the shaking Elena who was screaming in pain. She placed the necklace around her neck. After a few minutes she stopped shaking and screaming. But she started to cry.

"What... what was that? The pain... it.. it was the same pain... the same pain..." She fell asleep, and Damon slowly picked her up, he stared back at the woman who was standing in front of him.

"Caroline, give Elena a bath and put her to bed." Caroline hesitantly walked towards him. Before she left the room with Elena she turned to the woman. But before she could speak, Klaus spoke. And when he did both Caroline and Damon stared in shock as this woman was thought to be dead.

"Hello Rebekah."

"Long time brother."

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Wow, I didn't realize this chapter was going to be so long. Anyways let me know what you think of these last few chapters :D It is much appreciated, also let me know what you would like to happen in the next chapter!