Chapter 11

"Someone was standing there, I swear." Elena said to Damon while he turned the car in the right direction.

"I believe you" Damon replied, still angry at whomever or whatever it was that was following Elena.

"I don't understand though, it's like they disappeared."

"Don't worry about it", Damon said distracted, he turned round the corner and parked in front of her house.

Elena took off her seatbelt but instead of turning to get out of the car she turned her body so she was looking at Damon directly. "Look, I know you might be mad at me because it was me who said to stop and you could have crashed your car but there was someone standing there, I wasn't seeing things" she said firmly.

Damon's mind was averted from plotting revenge, he completely focused on Elena, "I'm not angry at you; I don't think it's possible for me to ever be mad at you, and I don't think you're going crazy and seeing things that aren't there and I wouldn't care if this car did get smashed, as long as you don't get hurt." Damon said so honestly that Elena momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll see you tomorrow"

"Goodbye, Elena" he flashed his breath-taking smile.

She jumped out, her head went light headed but it felt like her body weighed way more than it did, her hand reached to her head and her other hand held onto the bonnet of the car for support. Damon, who was at her side in less than a second, put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling over.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked his voice full of worry.

"It's nothing, probably just whiplash."

Damon took her to the front door, supporting most of her weight.

"Can I go in?"

"Yeah, sure" Elena glanced up at him curiously for a male high school student he strangely had really good manners. The house was empty; Damon took her over to the sofa and put her down.

"I'm fine now, really", she assured him.

"Just relax; I'll get you something to eat." Damon went into the kitchen and was searching in the fridge when a strange feeling came over him, then he realised it wasn't his, it was Elena's. It was a feeling he never had before, fear. He ran back to the living room, just to see an empty sofa. On the dining table was a piece of paper, Damon read it, every word made him even more infuriated than the last.

In small joined letters it said,

"Missing something? Don't bother trying to find her, she's mine now."