Again, I apologise for the wait. I had a major case of writers block. And we all know, once you have that.. it feels as if you've lost all hope in continuing the story. But I'd like to thank TwilightNatty for forcing me to continue this chapter and make it a longer one for you guys. I really hope in enjoy it, I swear to go I got writers block a million and a half times. Hahaha.

"Katherine's a cold-hearted bitch Elena. You think you could compare to that? Not in a million years.""There's always that possibility Damon."

Previously.

Now
Looks of confusion fills Damon's eyes as he heard what I had spoken. Stefan's facial expression changed: It went from deeply concerned, to completely, and utterly blank and expressionless. Then he left the room, knowing how Damon would react. Damon's fists clenched as a deep, dark rumbling was released from his chest, to his lips. The haunting sound echoed through my ears. His eyebrows furrowed, creating frown lines on his forehead. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and let out heavy breaths. He was about to explode.

I carefully walked backwards, keeping my distance from him, allowing him to run his path of destruction. He followed me, pushing and kicking furniture over.
"You can't say that Elena." He muttered, whilst throwing a chair across the room. "YOU, CAN'T!"

Waves of fear rushed through my body; I wanted to say something, but I couldn't, so I stood there, mouth open.. But nothing ever came out. Finally, there was something.

"Damon stop. I-I didn't mean it." As cliché as it sounded, he still continued to take his anger out on the furniture. I'm glad he's taking his anger out on an inanimate objects, rather than myself. I clenched my fist up against my chest as I watched him realise fury. Damon was within a meter from me, when a wall stopped me from backing any further.
"You're nothing like Katherine, she would never doubt our relationship, regardless of the situation. She would always, no matter what, move on. She-"

"So you think I'm doubtful? Unforgiving?-""Stop turning this around Elena! You're making it all fucking worse!" He yelled. It felt as if a big whole had been punched through my chest. My breathing became shallow and uneven.
"Katherine was manipulative. Always has been, always will be. You shouldn't continue on and believe every little lie that slithers out from her mouth!"I cleared my throat, not giving up, "Why not? You did it, 145 years ago Damon!" His jaw clenched and his head turned to one side slightly. "It's one of the many reasons I love you Elena. You don't lie, you don't manipulate people. I can't let you go ahead and call yourself anything close to that bitch!"

His fists were still balled up, and as my back touched the wall, he punched the area beside my head, breaking the wooden interior. His shoulders relaxed and his balled fists turned into open palms.

"You'll never be like Katherine." He panted through dry sobs. He rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his careful arms around my waist. I hushed him, rubbing my hands up and down his back. Damon breathed out slowly trying to calm himself, while I swayed him side to side. Outside started to thunder. It's large, wild crash frightened me, making me pull myself closer to Damon. I shook off the feeling, squeezing Damon then letting go."Would pancakes make you feel better?" I said, with a hopeful smile, placing my hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head slowly from my shoulder.
"Maybe… just a bit." I tucked my hair behind my ear, looking up at Damon, "Instead of milk.. It'll be blood?"Damon let out a light chuckle, which filled me with hope. I ran my hand down his muscular arm, linked my fingers with his, and slowly took him with me into the kitchen. He sat himself up on a stood kitchen stool, and I kissed him softly on the cheek, causing him to grin. Wind blew through the window, turning my hair into a disarray. I sighed in defeat, and went to close the windows.

"You keep your windows open in a storm?" I asked.
Damon looked up at me with the most to-die-for grin, "Apparently." Laughing, I turned around to the fridge, opened it and picked out a bottle of blood and an egg. I gathered the rest of the ingredients and mixed them up. Altogether, the mixture was a thick burgundy colour. Just as I was going to pour some of the mix onto a frying pan, I felt two arms hook underneath mine, and intertwine, resting on my stomach. Damon's nose nuzzled into my neck, making me smile.

"Thankyou," he said, kissing up my neck, to the tip of my ear.

So there we stood, over the frying pan, waiting for the pancakes to finish cooking. Damon reached up to the cupboard above us, and grabbed out two plates and placed them on the bench behind us. Eagerly, he sat back down on the stool, and waiting for me to dish up the food. The mix made 4 pancakes; Evidently, 2 each. Damon chuckled, then looked up at me. "You're forgetting something."
I raised a curious eyebrow, "What did I forget?" Without hesitation, Damon got up and took the half empty bottle of blood from the other side of the bench. "I like my bloody pancakes with, a side of blood." He laughed. While picking up the bottle, blood smeared over his hands. "Care to dance?" He asked, holding up his palms. My eyes drifted from the pancakes to his hands, as a grin plastered my face.

"Of course." I held my palms up in the air, and walked towards him, giving him a 'high-ten'. We held each other's hands in the air, dancing to the non-existent music. In my head, I imagined it to be something up-beat and cheery; it wasn't one of those classical waltzes. As Damon twirled me around, I saw Stefan standing outside the kitchen, with a slight smile appearing on his face. I was twirled back around, to feel a soft kiss planted on my lips. A giggle developed from my lips, as I continued to kiss Damon. My eyes drifted off in search of Stefan again, but he was gone. I pulled back from Damon, and placed a finger on his lips, "I promised you pancakes. Now sit." I said, pointing back to his chair. Damon slumped his shoulders, and sat back down in his chair. I licked the blood from my fingers, from Damon's hands. I poured the remainder of the blood on our pancakes, then handed Damon a plate. "Oh wait. One thing." I dug into a draw, and gave him a knife and fork.

He grinned, "Why thankyou." He chuckled, and wrapped his arm around me.
We walked casually into the dining room and sat at the table, beside each other. As Damon took his first bite, he sighed. "What's up?" I asked, resting my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing," he murmured, "these are just SO GOOD." He said, shoving another mouthful into his mouth. I laughed, and watched him as he swallowed his next mouthful, "I'm glad you like them."

Eventually, we finished our food, then just left out dirty plates at the table. I hadn't noticed, but the storm had stopped, though it was still raining. I looked around at what destruction Damon had caused. It sent chills down my spine, remembering that fight. To think it only happened roughly an hour ago. I joined Damon on the couch. I rested my head on his upper arm, wrapping my arms around his waist, comfortably. There was a surprising knock at the door, which made both Damon and I jump. "Stay here." Damon said, as he got up curiously to answer the door."Who is it?" There was no answer, but the door slammed open, sending Damon to the ground.

In the doorway stood, an average height, strawberry blonde girl, wearing a cream coloured dress that flowed to her knees. "Elena." She murmured. "Elena!"I pulled my knees up onto the couch hugging them. It was Bonnie. She ran and sat down beside me covering me in hugs, but then pulling back immediately. Her eyes narrowed in disbelief, and she turned around to Damon, who was just getting up from the floor. He scratched the back of his head, "Hmm, what do you want, witch."

Bonnie closed her eyes and started to mutter incoherent words under her soft breath, just as Damon's neck began to strain. He dropped back to the ground, holding his temples and curling up into a ball, eyes closed, with grunts releasing from this throat. Bonnie was in his head, messing with his brain.

"Bonnie. Bonnie!" I called. "Bonnie, stop it!" Yet she continued to torture him. "Bonnie! STOP!" I said, firmly placing my hand over her shoulder. "No Elena. I said that Damon was a threat. To me, to you, and to everyone else we love! I swore I was going to protect everyone from Damon's irresponsible actions and habits. I've been lenient with him recently, because you promised that he was a better person. He's just crossed the line Elena. You're.. dead. That should be enough it get rid of him. Once and for all," Bonnie looked me up and down, with an almost disgusted look on her face.

I turned back, to look at Damon who was still withering on the ground in pain. Bonnie closed her eyes again, and continued to chant unfamiliar words. The all too familiar feeling of anger rushed through my body, creating a slight ache in my head.
"Bonnie, don't make me hurt you." I said as a deep rumbling escaped my throat. She jumped back, with a horrified look in her eyes. "Look what he's done to you Elena. He's made you this.. This monster.""So you're judging now Bonnie? What ever happened to the phrase 'don't judge a book by it's cover'?" I asked walking slowly toward her.

Her jaw clenched as she started to back up, "I don't need to read you to know what you're now capable of Elena.""Well if I'm capable of those things, I suggest you stop hurting Damon."
Bonnie stopped walking backward and stood firmly in her place, tilting her head down and looked at me through her thick eyelashes. She took in a deep breath and the second she exhaled, a sharp pain interrupted my thoughts. It felt as if someone set fire to my brain; the pain was unbearable.

"I'm capable of some things too, Elena.. Like, set fires with my mind. I'm sorry Elena, he has to go." Most of the pain she focus on me, then faded as she drew her attention back to Damon.
He began to let out harsh breaths as he squirmed and balled himself up on the cold wooden floor. I got up from the ground and instinctively lunged myself at Bonnie, only to feel a strong set of arms holding me back. Not to my surprise, it was Stefan.
"Stefan, let go of me!" I yelled while struggling in his tight embrace, "Stefan! Let go of me! LET GO OF ME!" By now I was kicking about: chucking a tantrum like a child. Stefan turned me so that I was facing his chest. He breathed out heavily and rubbed the arch of my back. The movement of his breathing patterns, made me fall limp in his arms. It was soothing."Bonnie, Bonnie. Stop, this isn't the right way to do this." Stefan said.

"Then what is the right way Stefan? If we leave him alive for a while longer, something else will happen. And it'll be my fault, because I didn't take this chance to kill him.""I won't let him."Bonnie stood up straight, and turned herself to Stefan and I, "It'll be your life if he does something."
"Not that I've got anything to live for." He murmured softly. I looked up at him, as I heard the sound of a slamming door. Stefan's hold on me was loose, and with that chance I ran to Damon and helped him. He recovered quickly, naturally. I looked back at Stefan who just stood there, staring blankly at the ground; He had no emotion of any kind, none at all. Stefan flopped back onto the couch behind him and as I stared into his face, his expression gradually changed, and he finally expressed raw emotion. It was more or less jealousy and despair.

There was a slight shake of his head, as he got up and left the room. I looked around myself, seeing if was still in the area, though he wasn't. Damon let out a cough and I helped him to his feet."You okay now?" I asked.
"Yeah I-" a crashing sound interrupted Damon. He stepped forward, but before he could go any further I help a hand out to him, stopping him. "I'll check it out."Damon nodded and let me pass him. The sounds were coming from the library, which was only around the corner. By the time I was at the library, it was too late; bookshelves had been pushed over, books were scattered everywhere, and a window was also smashed. My eyes gazed around the room, and they led my to Stefan, who was pacing around the room running his hands through his hair. He sat on the one couch that was still in it's original spot.

I hesitated, "Stefan.. Are you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm okay Elena?" he growled. "I'm now practically Damon's very own baby sitter. One wrong move, and it's my fault. I already let him get to you, god knows who's next!"
I sat down next to him cautiously. "Who says he's going to do anything now Stefan?"
"It's Damon we're talking about, a psychotic mind who can't control his emotions. And now Katherine's around, and I can't help to think that it's my fault too." He rested his hand in his hands and ran them down his face. I placed a reassuring hand on his cheek and brought his face up to look at me, "None of this is your fault, It's fate, nobodies knows what's going to happen. You have to stop blaming yourself for every single thing that happens around here Stefan. If you're looking for someone to blame, I'd rather you blame me, it'd make more sense that way. It's my fault that Katherine's here, it's my fault you have to keep Damon on a short leash."

He rested his hand on my upper thigh and breathed out calmly. He moved his other hand so that he could tuck the stray pieces of hair in my face, behind my ear. His warm touch was familiar, something about it had me at complete peace. I then looked down in my lap, wide eyed, releasing what could potentially happen. I looked up to see Stefan's glossy eyes gazing at me.

"I.. I'm sorry Stefan. I have to…" I was stuck for words. I shook my head and got up form the couch.
"Elena!"

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