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I made this one long to make up for it...enjoy!

And it was the complete opposite with Damon. She was totally wrapped up in the kiss now, threading her fingers through his raven locks and pressing against him. His hands were cupping her face tenderly, but she could feel every inch of his body against hers...

Suddenly, the front door swung open and a cool breeze hit them. They froze, quickly breaking apart and turning in shock to face the tall man standing in the doorway.

"Damon..." Elena whispered, terrified. Her worst nightmare had come true - their worst nightmare, that is.

He'd come for them.

Klaus.

It took Elena a moment or two to realize what was going on. Everything had happened so quickly, that it was hard for her slow, human brain to register the facts. But register they did.

She'd kissed Damon. kissed him. Then, the front door had swung open, revealing their worst enemy. Klaus.

Had he seen then kiss? What was he going to do? What was Damon going to do? What were they going to do?

Oh god. Klaus was going to kill them. This was it - he'd showed up to kill them. Her eyes widened with fear, and she gripped Damon's forearm, trembling. The dark-haired vampire hadn't moved at all; his eyes remained trained on the devil standing in the doorway. Slowly, Damon's blue eyes turned to meet hers. His gaze moved to her hand - the one that still tightly gripped his arm.

A sinister chuckle filled the air, and they turned back to face the vampire in the doorway. Klaus's thin lips were pulled into a smirk, his eyes glittering dangerously as he watched them.

"I'll admit," he began, "I didn't realize that having a relationship with slaves was now permitted."

Damon's entire body filled with ice, his worst fear coming to life. Klaus knew. He'd seen them kissing. This was it - the original would let the authorities know, and then Elena would be taken away from him and killed. From the moment he'd realized he cared about Elena, he'd worried about this. He knew that if anyone found out that he wasn't treating her as a slave - how she was supposed to be treated - she was as good as dead.

Shit. He had to do something.

"I don't quite understand what you mean by that." He said coolly, starting the act immediately.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, the deadly smirk still plastered on his face. "No? Maybe I could remind you of the past few minutes, in which you appeared to exchange a kiss with your...slave." His eyes drifted to Elena, and she stared at him in horror.

Damon didn't seem fazed. "Yes. I think there's a misunderstanding here, however. I did not kiss my slave, she kissed me."

Ice filled Elena's heart, and she turned to look at him, confused. What was wrong with Damon? He kissed her , not the other way around! And why wasn't he referring to her by her name?

Guilt flooded Damon as he saw the hurt in Elena's eyes, but he easily masked it. So she didn't understand. If Klaus knew that he truly cared about her, they were screwed! It wasn't as if he could exactly ask Klaus to leave for a minute while he explained everything to Elena...

"Did she?" Klaus mused, interrupting his thoughts. "How inappropriate."

"Yes. I will make sure this little brat is punished severely." He wrenched his arm out of her grasp, allowing himself one glance at her shocked face.

"Good." Klaus purred. "The little whore deserves it."

Damon restrained himself from curling his hands into fists. He was going to rip. Klaus's. Spleen out.

Meanwhile, Elena was fighting to keep the tears at bay. What the hell had gotten into Damon? Less than five minutes ago, he'd been leaning into kiss her, and now...this?

"Now." Klaus continued. "For what I came here to do." He stepped forwards, and Damon and Elena took an automatic step back.

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Relax, Damon. I'm not going to kill you. Although I do have one request."

Elena's whole body filled with dread. She knew exactly what his 'request' would be. In just five short minutes, her whole world had turned upside down. Klaus had showed up to kill her, and Damon had seemingly gone evil. What the hell was happening?

"Anyways," Klaus continued. "I came to ask if I could take the girl for a few days. I believe she still hasn't learned her lesson." His icy gaze met Elena's, and she squeaked in fear, automatically moving closer to Damon. But the raven-haired vampire only pushed her away, his eyes narrowed into slits.

She let out a shocked gasp as Damon suddenly pushed her to the ground at his feet. "How many times must I remind you not to touch me, you filthy servant?"

Elena felt like letting out a frustrated scream. Angry tears budded in her eyes.

Klaus chuckled again. "Well, she certainly is a disobedient one."

"Yes." Damon agreed. "She is. Which is why I plan to kill her within the next few days."

Elena's entire body froze, her heart slowing down. She let out a choking sound, causing the two vampires to shoot her disinterested looks.

No. No, Damon wasn't being her serious. He wasn't. He couldn't be.

"If you're intent on killing her, I could certainly do the job for you." Klaus smiled coldly. "After all, you do owe me Damon. I seem to recall you staking me in the back a few weeks ago."

"Yes." Damon said emotionlessly. "I'm not sure what came over me. I think it's the girl's looks. One cannot deny that she is mesmerizingly beautiful. I wanted to be the only one to claim her body, which is why I acted so inappropriately. I apologize."

Dread filled Elena's heart, and she shook her head violently. "Damon, no-" She began, and he realized that she was still unaware that he was acting.

"Do not refer to me as Damon, you filthy girl!" He snarled.

Klaus looked on, an icy smile on his face. Damon turned back to him. "I'm afraid I must deny your request, Klaus. I'm going to keep her here, and torture her until she dies."

Suspicion filled Klaus's eyes, and Damon's stomach filled with dread. He had to say something else, something to convince Klaus...

"However," He began casually. "If you'd like to stay for another hour to watch her be tortured, I wouldn't deny that request."

This was the moment where it would be confirmed if Klaus believed him or not. If Klaus said yes, it would mean he did not believe the act Damon was putting up and would want to stay to see it for himself. But Damon knew that Klaus was an impatient man. If Klaus truly believed him, he wouldn't stay and watch due to his impatience - he'd get bored just sitting there watching Elena being tortured. Damon fought the urge to hold his breath as he waited for the original's response, sneaking in a sideways glance at Elena. Her mouth had fallen open in shock, and she was staring at him through pleading doe eyes.

Klaus studied him. "That's alright." He said with a smirk. "I have places to go; people to kill. I think you'll do fine by yourself, Damon."

Damon was utterly relieved. Klaus believed him.

Elena however, was trying to hide her tears behind her hands. Damon had just offered Klaus the option of staying and watching her be tortured. Refusing to meet either of the men's eyes, she kept her eyes trained on the floor. Unbeknownst to her, her dark-haired master was watching her with a pity-filled gaze, something that he masked as soon as he turned back to Klaus.

"Well, Damon, I can't say I'm happy with our last encounter, but I can see why you were distracted by the girl's looks." His hungry gaze once again slid to Elena, and he chuckled cruelly.

"I think little Elena's crying." Klaus said coolly, not a trace of pity in his tone. Damon stared at her. She was sitting against the wall, her knees tucked under her chin as she hid her face in the top of them. Damn it. It wasn't her fault, none of this was. As soon as Klaus was far enough away, he would explain everything to her.

Klaus glanced at his watch. "I should be going." He turned for the door, but his eyes remained locked with Damon's. "And Damon? Never anger me again, or I will not hesitate to kill you." The threat chilled Damon to the very bone, but he merely nodded stiffly, closing the door behind Klaus.

He turned to Elena. "What the hell are you doing, slave? Get on your feet and get back to work!"

Klaus would still be listening - in fact, he would probably be listening for a while. He had to keep the act up for a few more minutes. It wasn't as if he was enjoying it or anything - putting Elena through this felt like hell.

But Elena was in tears. "Why are you doing this?" She whimpered.

"Shut your mouth." Damon snarled, picking her up by the arm and dragging her down the hall to his study. She stumbled, crying out as he pushed her inside the room and slammed the door behind them, hard.

"Damon please!" She cried, and his gaze softened. He had to explain it to her.

He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen off his desk and scribbled a note as Elena watched him with heartbroken eyes. He handed her the paper, and she cautiously took it. She didn't understand why he was doing this. One minute, everything had been perfect, and the next...

Casting her eyes downwards to read the paper, Elena took a shaky breath and let her gaze skim over Damon's perfect handwriting.

It's an act. I'll explain everything later. Play along.

Elena looked up at him. She was obviously confused, but the tears were slowly disappearing from her eyes. He nodded reassuringly at her, and she wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand.

It was an act? This whole thing had been an act? Being cruel to her, threatening to kill her...it wasn't real? She didn't understand. Why had he had to act like that in front of Klaus, though? She desperately needed him to explain, but then Damon was shoving her down on her knees as gently as he could.

"Wash the floor." He growled. His tone was harsh, but he tried to make his gaze seem as kind as possible in the current situation. Elena looked at the note again. Play along.

Okay, she could do that.

"Y-yes master." She stuttered, beginning to understand. Was Klaus still outside?

Suddenly, Damon breathed a sigh of relief. His face softened to its usual look and he bent down to look at her. "Elena, I'm so sorry about that. Klaus is gone. Please, will you let me explain?" His dreamy blue eyes begged for her to understand, and she nodded slowly.

Damon helped her up onto the leather couch. "Elena, I know you're confused. But there's something I have to tell you." His eyes bored into hers, and she bit her lip nervously.

"Okay..." She whispered.

"Listen, Elena. You should know...you should know that it's against the law for me to treat you the way I do."

There was a long silence, and Elena stared at him in confusion. What did he mean, 'treat you the way I do'? "I don't understand." She said softly, and he sighed in frustration, running his hands through his dark hair.

"Look. It's against the law for vampires to treat human slaves with respect. You're not supposed to own things. You're supposed to be meaningless. I've broken the law. You own a bedroom, and you own numerous posessions. I feed you properly. I try to treat you well. Do you see what I'm getting at?"

Elena nodded slowly. "You mean...you're supposed to treat me like a slave."

He nodded, choosing to stay stilent. He knew Elena wouldn't like this, not one bit. "By doing these things, I'm putting you at risk every single day. If the authorities found out...Elena, you'd be as good as dead." He watched her swallow nervously, taking in all the new information.

"So...that's why you had to act like you did?"

"Yes. Klaus could easily report us - I mean, he has every reason to hate us both. I knew that if he refused to see me torture you, that it meant he believed my act. Klaus is not a patient man - he'd be bored watching that. But if he said yes, it would mean he didn't beliveve the act. It would mean he'd want to stay and see it happen for himself. I knew it was a risk to offer him that, but I also knew that it was the one statement that would convince him that I treated you like a slave."

"And what if it hadn't?" Elena whispered. "What if he hadn't believed you?"

Damon swallowed. "Then I would have fought to make sure you were safe."

There was a long pause, before she finally dared to ask him the one thing she'd been worried the most about. "You...you said you were going to...to kill me."

"I know that scared you, Elena. And I'm sorry. But I had to make him believe me."

She nodded. Although he'd been very convincing when he'd said the actual words to Klaus, a part of her had known that he would never actually hurt her like that. She took a deep breath. "Promise me that you'd never actually do that." She whispered.

Damon took her hand in his. "I promise, Elena. You know I would never do that."

She wished that this wasn't happening. That her body wasn't responding to his touch. But it was. As he caressed her hand lightly, she felt her heartbeat pick up and flutter. She blushed as she realised that Damon could hear the rate pick up, and watched as his eyebrows raised in amusement. But no matter what she did, Elena couldn't tear her eyes away from his. The colour of his eyes was too striking; too bold to look away from.

So she squeezed his hand gently back. "But Damon...what if Klaus comes back? Do you really believe he'll just...give up trying to kill me?"

Damon pondered over this. He knew Klaus probably hadn't forgiven them yet. After all, he had staked Klaus - and the original was known for holding long-lasting grudges. Still...

"Elena, in Klaus's eyes, you're just a slave. I'm sure he'll forget about this soon enough."

"But Damon, you told Klaus you were going to kill me. What happens when he finds out that I'm not dead?"

The raven-haired vampire gritted his teeth. He knew she'd automatically be worried about this, and to tell the truth, he was too. She had a point. "Then I'll tell him I decided to keep you. But he'll still have to believe that I treat you cruelly."

Elena nodded slowly, taking all the information in. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Her life had become so complicated, so suddenly. At first she'd just been Damon's slave, just a girl trying to survive under her master's clutches. But something between her and Damon had changed, and she couldn't figure it out. Was it possible that she cared about him in return? It was all too confusing. And to make it worse, suddenly, the oldest vampire in the world seemed to want to kill her. And she desperately wanted to believe Damon when he said things would be fine, but after Klaus had kidnapped her...how could she?

"Damon?"

His eyes shot up to meet hers. "Mmm?"

"Why do slaves have to be treated with such cruelty?"

He sighed. "Elena, listen. It's similiar to the way you were raised to hate vampires. Ever since I transitioned, every vampire I've ever come across has made it extremely clear that humans are just supposed to be food to us. Toys. A means to an end. We take them as our slaves and play with them. That's the way it's meant to be."

Her lower lip wobbled. "But Klaus was trying to use my body as well."

"Like I said. Toying with humans is a vampire's favourite sport. We use their bodies for pleasure."

Her brows furrowed. "But...you didn't do that to me."

Damon hesitated. He should've known that she would ask him this eventually. Why hadn't he claimed her body yet? Most masters did that to their slaves. He himself had done it to a few of his other servants. But why hadn't he done it to her? She was strikingly beautiful, after all. "No, I didn't."

"Why?" She whispered.

"Because I didn't want to do that to you. Elena...you're so young. You're still a child. You're seventeen years old, and you're completely innocent. You're a virgin. You're pure. Something about me forcefully taking that one thing away from you seemed wrong in too many ways, and I just couldn't do that."

"And if I wasn't a virgin?"

"I still wouldn't have done it." Damon answered. He wondered who Elena would eventually lose her virginity to. A tiny part of him hoped that in the end, it would be him that got to claim her innocence. When he'd first met Elena, he'd automatically known that the girl was pure and light and innocent. But finding out that she was a virgin had only added to that innocence, making it impossible for him to take that away from her.

"I'm glad." She murmured, looking down at their joined hands once more.

Damon cleared his throat. "You should, uh, rest. You went through a lot today."

Elena nodded, making a move to get up. He grabbed her wrist.

"Actually, I'd prefer it if you stayed in here, all right? You can rest on the couch." The truth was, Damon knew he should let her go to her bedroom. He wasn't going to leave her alone, obviously, given Klaus could come back, but he couldn't go into her bedroom. If he did...her scent would be overpowering and he'd end up doing something that was wrong. Or was supposed to be wrong.

Elena looked a little confused. She wanted to ask him why he didn't just go to her bedroom with her, but decided to brush it aside. She settled back down on the couch, laying her head on a throw pillow and tugging a black blanket that sat on one of the arms over her body.

To her surprise, Damon settled on the end of the couch, placing her feet in his lap. She looked up, and he gave her a reassuring smile.

Damon watched as her eyes flickered around the room. He gritted his teeth. If Elena spoke again...if he heard her beautiful, sweet voice once more...he swore he wasn't going to be able to control himself around her any longer. It was too much. The scent of her blood, her smell, the sound of her voice...

"Damon?" Her sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he cursed himself for not just sending her to his room. "Do you mind if I read a book for a bit?"

"No. Elena, you need sleep." He bit out.

She looked disappointed. "But-"

"NOW." He growled, and she bit her lip. Why was he suddenly so angry with her? His eyes softened, and he knew that she probably thought he was mad at her. Oh, it was the complete opposite. He was angry at himself.

"Just sleep." He urged, and she shut her eyes reluctantly. She sighed. What a confusing day. She hoped Damon was right about Klaus not coming back, because if he did...it would be too much. She didn't want to ever have to see that man - or devil - again.

Damon listened in silence as the room grew quiet, and her breathing eventually evened out, signalling that she was asleep. Allowing himself a moment's weakness, he trailed his fingers lightly across her cheek, then brought them to his nose and inhaled her scent.

About an hour later, he set Call Of The Wild down and glanced at her as she stirred in his sleep. He should probably move her - the couch wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to sleep.

Gathering the sleeping girl in his arms, Damon carried her - still wrapped in the blankets - down the numerous hallways that led to her bedroom. He pushed the door open and carried her over to her bed, peeling back the covers and setting her down. As Damon tucked the covers around her, he decided it would probably be best not to stay. He'd end up doing something he was supposed to regret.

Still...he couldn't just leave her in here. What if Klaus came back? He sighed, settling down in a chair next to her bed and watching her.

She'd been here two months exactly today. And two months ago, he would've laughed in her beautiful face as Klaus tortured her.

Oh, how things changed.

(A/N: Oh, believe me, they're not done with Klaus. Next chapter...just, yikes.)

March 4th (8 days later)

Damon sighed. "Elena, I know you're scared, but I'll only be gone a few hours. I promise you, nothing will happen." He'd just told her that he was going out for a few hours to feed - he'd run out of bloodbags, but he didn't want to risk going to the village to buy more in case Klaus was there. Meaning his only option was to speed over to the nearest human town and grab a bite to eat. Yes, quite literally a 'bite'.

Not that he'd told Elena that, of course.

"Are you sure you can't wait till morning to see him?" Elena asked, her lower lip wobbling.

That was the cover story Damon had made up: he was going to see an old friend. He stared guiltily at her. He felt terrible about leaving her alone, but he couldn't exactly bring her to watch him kill people, could he? And if he didn't eat tonight...it would probably be her that ended up getting hurt. He'd told her that his 'friend' didn't have a daylight ring like him, which is why he had to meet him at this time of night. The truth was, the reason he was going to feed so late was because he'd tried to convince himself it was okay all day. When he finally had, it was past five, but he couldn't wait till the next morning.

Damon shook his head. "Elena, I'm sorry, I can't. It's been 8 days. You'll be fine, I swear!"

"O-okay."

He sighed, tucking the covers further around her as she curled up on the bed. It was late at night, and not the best time to leave her. Still...he had to feed.

"Listen. Just go to sleep. When you wake up in the morning, I promise I'll be right here, alright?"

She nodded, but still looked nervous.

Damon inwardly groaned again. She was making him feel so damn guilty. "Alright, how about this? Set your alarm to 3 AM - when you wake up then, I swear, I'll be right here on the bed with you. Would that make you feel better? Then you'll know that I'll be in the house with you, and you'll be able to go back to sleep."

She nodded again, and he carefully set her alarm for 3 AM.

"Okay. I'll see you in a few hours then." Damon gave her hand a gentle squeeze, reaching for the light. He flipped it off, and she jumped.

She flipped it back on instantly, and he caught her hand. "Please let me keep it on." She pleaded. Damon shook his head.

"No. Elena, it's been over a week now, and you're still sleeping with the light on. The only way you're going to move past this is if you stop being scared. You know I'm not doing this to scare you, right? It's to help you."

Reluctantly, she closed her mouth. Damon flipped the light off again, and she shivered as the room plunged into blackness. A warm hand rubbed her arm comfortingly. She forced her muscles to relax and watched as he let go of her and strode out the door.

"Goodnight, Elena. I'll see you soon." He promised, locking the door behind him. Elena turned over in the bed and pulled the covers over her head, trying to ignore the fact that she'd be all alone for hours.

Elena let out another scream as Damon slapped her across the face - hard. The sound of his palm hitting her cheek richocheted across the room, sending her into another round of sobbing.

"Ugh." Damon sneered. "Don't you ever stop crying?"

"P-please..." She begged, shaking her head desperately as he slammed her against the wall roughly.

"If you ever forget one of your chores again, I will kill you." Damon snarled. His hand wrapped around her throat in a bruising grip, lifting her high up on the wall. She choked and tried to pry his hand from her neck, but he only tightened his grip.

Damon dragged her across the room, his hands pulling harshly at the rope that kept her hands bound together. "Undress." He growled.

"NO!"

He pushed her down on the floor and she slipped underneath him, sobbing as he ripped away at her dress. He bent down to whisper in her ear. "I told you I didn't believe in rape, didn't I?"

She nodded weakly, still silently crying.

"Well if you keep pushing me, I might just break that belief. Don't ever disappoint me again." He rolled off at her and she curled up in a ball. He'd just done that to scare her. And it had worked.

She watched in terror as his fangs slid out, and he wrenched her head back, waiting for her sobs to stop. When they didn't, he slapped her again and then dug his fangs into her throat, pinning her down as she thrashed in pain beneath him.

Elena's eyes shot open and she let out a scream, shooting straight up in bed and gasping. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the terrible nightmare.

No, no, no...

That did not just happen. It couldn't have. She hadn't been scared of Damon in over a month now. There was no way that she'd just had a nightmare about him hurting her.

Something wasn't right. This wouldn't have happened if everything was fine. Something was wrong.

But what?

"Elena?" A concerned voice asked, and she looked up. Damon was back. Thank god.

"You're back!" She blurted.

He nodded. "Yeah. But...I thought I set your alarm for 3 AM. It's 2:55...you shouldn't be awake for another five minutes. Did something wake you up?"

"No." She lied. "I...I just couldn't sleep. I was worried you weren't coming back."

So he hadn't heard her scream. Good. He didn't need to find out about this, it would only worry and confuse him. And neither of them needed that, not right now. In an instant, Elena decided not to tell him about the nightmare. It wouldn't do anyone any good.

Damon sighed. "Of course I came back. I told you I would." He slipped into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her torso. Elena leaned into him, her body instantly relaxing.

Bu her mind...oh, her mind couldn't keep thinking about the terrible dream she'd just had. How could she have dreamt of that?

March 7th (3 days later)

It had been a week, and there'd been no signs of Klaus. No threats, no appearances...nothing. It was like he'd never been mad at them at all. But he had, and he could still come back.

Elena had tried to make things normal again. Damon still refused to make her do duties, so she spent her days lounging in her bedroom, reading in his library, or staring hopelessly out the window.

Which was what she was doing now. Elena sighed as she let her hand trail down the glass of water on her bedside table, wondering if Damon would ever let her go outside again. Everytime she mentioned the subject, he'd tell her that it was still too dangerous and risky. At this point, she really didn't care. She just wanted to go outside.

There was nothing else to do. She'd spent a little time with Damon in the past week - silently reading with him in the library and begging him to let her outside - but other than that, he'd remained in his study and lounge. As always. She still couldn't figure out why he seemed to try and avoid her. Was he fighting his so-called feelings of 'care' towards her?

She rolled over in bed, glancing at the clock. 2:11 AM. The early hours of March the 7th. She didn't know why she was finding it so impossible to sleep, especially since she felt so tired.

Elena sighed. Suddenly, she shot straight up in bed as the familiar sound of footsteps echoed outside. She stared hard at the door. What did Damon want?

The footsteps came closer, and there was a full, agonizing minute of silence. What in hell?

Then the knob turned, and the door creaked as it swung open. She froze in place. A dark shape slipped into the room, locking the door behind it and turning to face her.

What was Damon doing? What...

It wasn't Damon. But it had to be. And yet she knew it wasn't.

Oh god.

There was someone in her room. An intruder. And as her eyes met the icy gaze of the evil man standing at the foot of her bed, she knew she was doomed.

Elena wanted nothing more than to scream for Damon, but her muscles felt locked in place and so she sat frozen against her headboard, a tiny squeak of terror pushing past her lips.

"P-please d-don't h-hurt m-me..."

His smirk curved upwards. "But then what else would I do to you?"

"N-no..." She backed away further, but soon he was looming over her. Horror filled Elena's eyes as she realized what he held in his hands: a knife, sharper than any she'd ever seen before.

She knew what was coming next. Elena screamed 'Damon!' just as Klaus drove the knife deep into her stomach, and she made a choking sound. She collapsed back in her pillows, writhing, and watched as he flashed out the window beside her bed, leaving it wide open.

It took Elena a moment to process what had happened. She stared in shock down at her stomach, watching as dark red soaked through her white camisole and stained the sheets around her. Oh god, there was blood everywhere.

On her hands, her sheets, her camisole, her body...even droplets on her face that had splattered onto her olive skin when he'd stabbed her.

The window was still open, the lavendar-coloured curtains fluttering in the wind. Blood was falling from her lips, filling her mouth and choking her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe.

She briefly remembered calling for someone earlier. But who? Whose name had she screamed?

And then the door burst open and Damon burst in, cradling her in his arms. "Elena? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Are you insane? She wanted to scream. You're a vampire! Can't you smell it, see it? Can't you?

"Elena?" He repeated, and she made a choking sound as more blood pooled in her mouth. He stared down at her worriedly, stroking her cheek. But wasn't that where the blood was?

"K-Klaus...stab...stomach..." She gasped, trying to breathe through her nose as her hands remained curled on the knife lodged in her stomach.

Damon's gaze flitted down to her hands. Why was she holding something invisible against her stomach? "Elena, I think you had a bad dream. It's time to wake up, sweetheart."

"Klaus stabbed me!" She shouted, and then froze. Wait. How did she shout that? She couldn't talk, there was supposed to be blood in her mouth!

"Elena, Klaus isn't here."

Her gaze shot down to stare at her stomach, and she gasped. Her camisole was as pure-white as ever. There was no blood staining it, no knife cutting through it. She glanced around. The silk sheets were still clean and folded neatly, not stained with crimson red. She looked up to the open window, but it was locked and shut tightly, just as it was every night.

"But..." Her gaze connected with Damon's concerned one, and he arched an eyebrow, confused. What was going on? Just 30 seconds ago, she'd seen the blood staining her body and sheets, felt the pain as the knife cut into her abdomen, seen Klaus escape through the open window.

But there was no blood, no open window, no knife.

Meaning it hadn't happened. But it hadn't been a dream, she knew it. Then what had it been?

Was she going insane?

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