A/N: Quick little note. I check every now and again to see if I have new reviews, because they honestly make my day. And I'm a bit sad to see that I still have the same as last time, it kind of makes me feel like people are becoming un-interested in my story. Is that true? :/

Damon's POV

Two hundred. One Hundred. Fifty. Twenty. Twenty more miles until we were to come upon the small town of LoganVille. To say the car ride had been upleasant would be the understatment of the year, taking a moment I glanced around the scenery before Us. A few homes here and there, farms, and then feilds upon feilds of grass, corn, wheat. Anything.

"Damon?" came Caroline's small voice from the back seat.

"Yeah?" I asked her gently, my blue hues looking to meet with her's for a moment in the mirror.

"Do you think that maybe we could stop at a motel? I mean, we're all tired. Stefan and Rebekah are both out, and besides I...I kind of.."

"You what?"

"I have to use the restroom." she said shyly.

A small chuckle escaped my lips, and not a moment later a sigh. "Well, I'd have to check with Stefan," I said, glancing over at my brother who sat slumped in the passenger seat, head resting on the window as he had fallen asleep. "But since he's asleep, I think we can manage that."

"Great!" Caroline squealed with joy, glancing at the map in her hands she furrowed her brows. "Ah, here we go. The nearest motel is about...ten miles from here. It says to keep driving straight."

"Perfect." I answered. "You can sleep now if you'd like, I'll wake you when we get there." she only nodded, and soon enough I could hear her shallow breathing letting me know that she was asleep. I glanced up at the stars and the moon through the windsheild before driving on.

Elena could slowly feel herself waking up, the way she could start to hear things more clearly, and how her eyelids fluttered ever so slightly right before she opened them. Glancing around, she once again, had to refamiliarze herself with the place and people. That didn't take too long though. Looking to her left she found Marcus sitting in a chair, only a few feet away from the couch.

"I didn't hit you that hard," he said with a shrug. "So, I'll safely assume that you Gilbert's must be pretty weak when it come's to head trauma's." he said.

"Head trauma?...What're you...what do yo-" she stopped for a moment, reaching up to feel the side of her head. The bump from earlier made her wince when she touched it, and she felt something wet and sticky there now. Blood. It had to be, it couldn't be anything else. Pulling her hand away she frowned when she saw that her entire hand, was covered in it. "Do you happen to have a bandage?" she asked, becoming irritated. They were throwing her around like she was a ragdoll.

"Nope. That's probably why Kathy went out to get some."

"Out? There's nothing for miles around here."

"Not true. About ten or so miles from here, there's a smaller town. Motel, restuaraunts, drug stores, it has everything."

"Everything, huh?"

He leaned forward, his eyes meeting hers. "Yeah." he said.

Sitting up slowly, Elena frowned. It was now night outside from what she could see, and that meant she had been here now for a day. Almost two. " Can I ask you something?" she asked suddenly.

"It depends." he answered, his gaze glued to the wall. Almost as if he was studying something.

"Was it your idea? This whole...kidnap the Doppleganger thing?"

A scoff escaped his lips, and he shook his head. "No. None of this was. Well, part of it was. The rest was all Katherine's. I was just her little henchman." he spat with disgust.

"She used you.." she said, voicing her thoughts aloud.

"As she does everyone else." he said, as he was now sitting next to her on the couch. Elena looked over, alarmed for a moment. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest and looked at him. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Oldest line in the history of bad guys." she said, a small smirk forming on her lips.

A chuckle escaped his lips and he sighed. "This was all her idea. Kidnap the doppleganger, draw out the Salvatore's and ruin them. The bond between the two."

"She's already done that."

"No. I mean...she has plans. Other then that."

"What...plans?"

He glanced at her, and shook his head. "I shouldn't be telling you. You already know too much."

"No!" Elena said,a bit too quickly. "Look, you can trust me. I promise." she said, her eyes pleading with his.

Just as Caroline had said they arrived at the Motel about twenty minutes later, granted it was only a ten mile drive. Damon parked the car, and headed inside getting two room keys. He gave one key to Stefan and Rebekah, and he kept the other for himself and Caroline.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stefan asked, skeptical.

"Look, we're all tired." Damon explained. "Rest will do us all some good. And a shower isn't a bad idea either."

"No, I mean...rooming me with Rebekah."

"Don't be rude." Rebekah said, as she passed by the two. "Besides, I don't bite. Unless of course...you want me too." she said, grabbing the room key from Stefan and heading towards the room. Stefan only glared at his brother as he and Carolined headed off into the direction of their room.

"Room 402." Damon said as he put the key into the door, it beeped and then swung open slightly. Flicking on a light switch that was positioned close to the door, the room was aglow with light.

"Not bad." Caroline commeneted.

"Not bad at all." Damon finished, with a smirk. He walked over to one of the bed's and laid down on it, looking over at Caroline.

"I'll be right back." she said, heading into the bathroom. Coming out a few moments later, she walked over to her own bed and laid down. "Damon?"

"Hm?" he asked, his eyes closed.

"Are you asleep?"

"I was."

"...Sorry." she said sheepishly.

"It's alright. What's up?"

"The light?"

"Right..." Damon said. Within a moment he had gotten up out of bed, turned the light off and was back. "Done." he said, though the room was dark now, Caroline still knew he was smirking.

" Wipe that smirk off your face." she said teasingly.

"Why don't you make me?"

"Are you five?"

"Maybe I just need to be taught a lesson." That had Caroline up and out of bed and into his in a moment. "Maybe.." she said with a grin. "You do." Within seconds their lips met, her arms locked around his neck. His hands were at her waist, tugging at the waistband of her shirt. He rolled them over so that he hovered over her, as he buttoned down her blouse, tossing it onto the floor. He began to leave a soft trail of kisses down her stomach and then brought his lips quickly back up to hers.

"This..." she said, in between breaths. "Would be you teaching me. Shouldn't it be the other way around?" she smirked.

"Oh, I suppose you're right Ms. Forbes."

"I always am." she grinned. Her lips crashed onto his once more, and they soon got lost in each other. Soon enough, they were both wrapped in each other's arms, with the blankets pulled over them and fast asleep.

Meanwhile...

Stefan and Rebekah found their room, 401, in a few moments. He knew that on the other side of the wall, Caroline and Damon were either asleep or...he shook the thought off. It only made him angry that they were able to be so in love, and do things like that. While Elena was out missing, he was stuck here in a motel with Rebekah.

"Don't pout." She said as she lay in her own bed.

"Well, I'm trapped in a room with you. It's impossible."

"Like you're much fun either. All you do is pout, brood, and shape your hair. I still don't know what Elena see's in you." she said, glancing at him.

"Fun? You want fun?" he asked, glaring at her.

"Well, I wouldn't mind it, if that's what you're ask-" suddenly, he had pinned Rebekah up against the nearest wall. His lips hungrily crashed onto hers, his hands running through her hair. Soon enough, they were back on the bed's, lips never once leaving the others.

"What about..Elena?" she asked, when she had space to catch her breath.

"Who?" Stefan asked, with a raised brow. He wasn't sure himself why he was doing this, when just a mere hour ago he wanted nothing more then to save Elena. Maybe it was the fact that he was angry, or jealos. Maybe both. All he knew was, as the kisses progressed, and clothes were thrown off, he wasn't thinking about Elena at all.

"And that, is the oldest line in the history of good guys." Marcus said, qouting Elena from earlier.

"You have a point. Except, I mean it." she said, watching him.

"Oh, do you? Because I can always compel you." he said.

"I'm wearing vervain." she said confidnetly, reaching up to touch the necklace that always hung from her neck to find that it wasn't there.

"Oh, are you?" he asked.

She cursed under her breath and sighed. "What will it take for you to trust me?"

"I just need to know that you're not lieing. That you won't turn around and stab me in the back, like countless others." he said, his eyes softening some as he looked over at her.

"I give you my word." Elena said. Marcus nodded slowly, clearing his throat. "Her plans..?" Elena encouraged.

"Right." he said. He looked at her, "She figured that once she has drawn out the Salvatore brother's, turns them against one another, that she'll kill them." Elena let out an audible gasp. "Both of them." he finished, watching her.

"Why..Why would she want to do that?"

"Well, really, she only plans on killing Stefan. Which is where I come into to play. Once Stefan is dead, she can easily get Caroline out of the picture and move onto Damon. Which is what she wants. What I want? I've wanted Stefan Salvatore dead since the day he killed my Arianna. So, we both win. You see?"

Elena only nodded, horrorstruck, unable to speak. "Remember, I'm trusting you." he said, before leaving the room. Leaving Elena alone to let everything sink in, and make up one hell of an escape plan.

A/N: So...what did you all think? I know this chapter was kind of long, a filler if you will. Which is what I aimed for. It's moving the story along, and I know some of you were just dying for Daroline scene's. And...Sebekah fan's can also rejoice. xD