DISCLAIMER:
I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any of it's characters, I am simply playing with them!
AUTHOR NOTE:
OOOOOOOOKay...I am SO not loving this new FF thing...maybe I'm just slow, but it took me about ten minutes to find where I was going...bleh. I hate complications...
SO! Enough with me complaining. Sorry I vanished! Back to la storia! (*the story-I'm a dork, I know.)
Stefan was about to attempt to pry more words out of his brother when his phone beeped. Damon flinched, but said nothing. He just sighed and watched Stefan open the phone.
where r u?
Caroline.
with Damon. Hows Elena?
"Who is it?" Damon asked robotically, secretly hoping it was Elena.
"It's Caroline."
He shrugged, sighing in disappointment as his brother's phone went off again.
havin a freaking panic attack...
His brows furrowed.
What?
shes worried bout Damon. he just ran out and she remembered...something, shes not letting on. any chance of u getting him back here?
Stefan knew for a fact Damon wasn't going to believe she remembered anything. Especially since her comeback line when she turned was "I remember!" and he thought it was all a lie now. Inside, Stefan smirked, while on the outside he gasped. "Oh, God."
"What destruction awaits you, brother?" Damon asked blankly.
"Elena," He said, shooting to his feet.
Damon looked up then, seeing the panic clearly placed on Stefan's face. "What about Elena?"
He didn't have an idea of what could've happened, so he just said, "Caroline says she's locked herself in your bedroom."
"Wow, that's not like Elena throwing a fit at all," He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"No, Damon, you don't get it," Stefan said, his words filled with fake-terror that easily could pass as reality. "She has a knife, Damon."
His brother shot to his feet again, growling. "Don't fuck with me, Stefan."
"I'm serious!" He shouted. When Damon hesitated, Stefan groaned. "You know what? I don't have time to 'fuck' with you right now. My girlfriend needs me."
He took off, knowing Damon wouldn't sit there.
"Your girlfriend?" Damon hissed to the stirred air Stefan left in his wake. It couldn't have been an hour ago Elena was killing herself for Damon. It couldn't have been ten minutes ago Stefan was telling Damon that Elena loved Damon! And now, suddenly, "my girlfriend" falls out of his mouth? Oh, hell no, Stefan didn't get to get her back that easily.
And Elena had the nerve to kill herself again?
"Fucking lunatics," Damon snarled, and then the tree he leaned against mere moments ago was left alone with the ruffled wind.
~oOo~
"Where the hell have you been?" Caroline hissed as Stefan appeared on the front porch. "A 'sure' or 'hell no' response sure would've been nice!"
Why did Stefan find her screeching so cute right now?
"He's coming," Stefan said. "Is Elena still in Damon's room?"
"Sniffing the pillow like a complete stoner and huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf's pet kitten every ten minutes? Uh, yeah, she is."
Stefan snorted. "Good. Close his door and lock it. Damon's gonna be here any second."
"What do you mean lock it?" She hissed. "Is he murderous all of a sudden?"
"No, he thinks Elena is suicidal. Just do it!"
"Ooh, scheming Salvatore," She purred. "That's kinda hot."
Stefan blushed as she shot upstairs.
~oOo~
Elena jumped as the door slammed shut. "Caroline?"
The vampire held a finger to her lips, silencing Elena. After a moment, she mouthed, "Damon's coming."
Not sure why that excited Elena, she flung her legs off the side of the bed, slamming her ankle into the nightstand next to Damon's bed. She hissed, glaring at the blood that had begun to drip down her heal. "Dammit."
"Shh!" Caroline hissed, her ear pressed to the door.
Bonnie mouthed, "You okay?"
Elena nodded, sitting up. She had no time to worry about her heal bleeding; Damon was coming. She needed to talk to him. Now.
"Bon, Jer, with me," Caroline said. "Elena, stay here."
Elena opened her mouth to speak, but Jeremy said, "Don't even bother, she's crazed."
"I'm on crack, I know, come on!" She hissed. "We don't have time!"
Jeremy laughed, and Bonnie and he went out with Caroline.
Elena sighed, falling back on the bed in wait.
~oOo~
Not in the mood to have a talk through the door about what a fucking idiot she was being, Damon hesitated at the front door, hand lingering over the doorknob. His eyes narrowed, listening in on whatever conversation might be happening.
"You are insane," Bonnie said. "Do you realize what he's going to do to you?"
"If he gets Elena back, do you honestly think he's gonna worry about killing Stefan?" Caroline asked.
"Not. My. Point."
He rolled his eyes, wincing as the scent of Elena's blood hit his nose.
"Jeez," Elena hissed upstairs.
Damon backed away from the door, walking around the house to where his window was. Elena was pacing in front of it, stumbling slightly and glaring at her right foot. Damon found the movement way too cute, and bit his lip to the point of bleeding the wipe the smile that crossed his face. It healed quickly and he shot silently into the tree branch, leveled with the window. He waited until she was out of the way, before shooting through the opening. By the time Elena registered the sound, he was standing by the closed door.
"Damon?" It was a whisper, and she beamed. She was scared to death something had happened, not sure why she thought he'd be hurt. Unable to stop herself, she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He barely flinched. "God, I was so worried about you."
His hands shook as he forced himself to keep his arms hanging and not hug her back. He couldn't take the pain of a friend hug right now.
Elena pulled away awkwardly, letting her hands slide down to his. "D-Damon.."
He pulled a hand away from hers, pressing a finger to her lips. "We need to talk."
