The doors opened revealing a stunning room. It was spacious and everything seemed to be made of gold. Couples littered the dance floor, all of them elegantly twirling and spinning around with one another. They all danced in sink, none of them off beat. It was spectacular to witness.

Anna and I both entered the room. Calm settled over the dancers as they began to twirl so that there was room for us. And as they moved aside I saw the doors across from us open to reveal a stunning woman in black. She had to men on either arm; both dressed identical to my own suit with the same masks. But I knew that wavy brown hair anywhere.

"Stefan," I spoke mostly to myself.

"And Jeremy, that witch, she has my Jeremy," Anna said venomously.

"Easy kitty," I said to calm her. Next chapter:

The doors burst op

We each proceeded forward, Anna's hand was placed in mine and Katherine had mimicked the movement with Stefan and Jeremy.

We met in the middle, Anna and Katherine bowed to each other and I did so to Stefan who was standing in front of me. "Where's Elena?" he whispered. When I looked up I saw a small smile appear on Katherine's face. In that moment there was the sound of two more doors opening. We all turned to the left where the groups of dancers were slowly spinning away from.

There stood a man adorned in all black with an ornate black mask. His apparent pale blonde hair was the only non black thing on him. He emerged forward with a raven haired beauty on his arm. Her calmly beating heart and slightly flushed cheeks only added to the beauty that her scarlet dress already made quite apparent. She wore a mask similar to Katherine's, even her dress was the same, and she too had a pendant hanging from her neck. Thank goodness she had kept that.

I stared in utter disbelief, never had I seen anything more beautiful than her. She had always been beautiful, but this exceeded all beauty by far.

"Elena," I breathed, her head was slightly downcast and she seemed to have heard her name. Her eyes connected with mine for a small moment and then she offered a small nod before returning her attention back to her escort. He grabbed her by the waist and began spinning her into the group of vampires.

I grabbed Anna and proceeded to do the same. Stefan was whisked away by another vampire and Katherine began dancing with Jeremy.

We followed the pattern of dancers as I tried to get us closer to Elena. And then Anna was taken by another dancer and replaced by a taller blonde. I didn't care; I simply kept twirling her as I tried to get closer. I could faintly see the sweep of her dress in the crowd. I continued to pass along partners as I drew closer to Elena, and then finally she was right there within reach.

Just as another vampire reached for her I swiftly cut in. She looked at me curiously for a moment, "It's me Elena," I whispered to her. There was a look of relief that crossed her face, one that shocked me. I had expected her to glare or even try and get away. But instead she relaxed into my touch and moved with me.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to see a familiar face," she commented. I smiled down at her, her beauty was even more evident up close and it was a relief to see her not turning away from me, even if it was only out of instinct to stay.

"You look lovely," I noted.

"And you look very handsome," she noted. I could faintly see the sparkling of her deep eyes behind the covered veil.

"This room is lovely too," she continued on with the light chatter. I was slightly annoyed by that. I had hoped we'd be able to talk strategy, but instead she wanted to marvel at the spacious room. I had seen many like this through out my years and so there wasn't much of an excitement.

"You know it is covered in magic," I said, she looked at me confused and I laughed lightly. I spun her towards one of the nearby mirrors and she gasped as she looked at her own reflection and hers alone.

She looked around taking note of the dozens of dancers around us and then went back to the mirror where her lonely figure stood. "I don't understand," she finally said.

"Vampires are invisible in this mirror, only those with souls can be seen," I explained, "Why you don't look again, but this time open up your mind," I said.

She nodded and within moments Stefan appeared in the mirror beside her. He was slowly cupping her face and bending his head down to hers. Of course she would be thinking of him, I thought enviously.

I continued to stare into the magical mirror. It was absolutely amazing to see that it cast my own desires out in front of me. I was comforted to know that Stefan was my main desire.

I looked up and noted Damon's furrowed brow as he stared intensely at the mirror. I wished that I could see his eyes but they were shrouded behind the mask.

"Damon," I said quietly. He sharply turned to look at me, he placed his hand on my waist the other grabbing my hand, "Damon," I said again but he cut me off.

"Don't talk, just dance."

And so that is what we did. He spun me around, his movements quick and lithe. He appeared confident in each of his steps as he led me through the crowd of dancers. Everything seemed to fade away as I swirled, locked in his burning gaze. His hand had moved to where my skin was exposed, his touch burned the skin is a sense of passion. I followed his steps with equal power.

There was something there between us; the air loomed with this heavy feeling. It was like I was being drawn to his very being. Something within his core was moving me closer to him. I knew that I still had the vervain necklace and so that meant that he wasn't compelling me. It was the simple attraction that always loomed between us.

There was this fire that I had always felt within me, and there had only been one person that could truly get it to rise. And at this moment he was making it scorch me through and through. We stopped right in the middle of the dance floor. There was nothing else there, only the two of us.

I wanted to look away, to demolish the flame that was blazing through my very core. But instead I found myself doing the opposite of just that. I had denied it so many times to myself and others and I just couldn't deny it any longer. I still loved Stefan, but that was just a different part of me that did. The part that loved him was the calm and rational Elena.

But right now I was the erratic and senseless Elena; this was the one that yearned for Damon. I drew closer to him and finally as if in an eruption of euphoria and flame. Tonight all the walls were down, both mine and his. Our minds melted together as we were dragged deeper into the passion of the moment.

And then just as quickly as it had happened the clam Elena soon took over. Rationalizing what it was she was doing. She had indeed just kissed her boyfriends brother, her other lover. She had become just like Katherine, except her motives weren't for evil and corruption. This was something she simply couldn't help.

It was something like how there are soul mates for everyone and her soul was split in two, one part for each brother. But there was only one body to inhabit each soul.

I pulled away quickly and stared into his burning eyes. His eyes were dark and wild as he studied me. I moved away from him and then felt someone else grab my hand. Before I could be whisked away I stared at him longingly and then spoke ever so quietly, "I have a plan."