Hey! Sorry it's been a while but I've been quite busy lately. The week of Halloween I was over my friends' house so I couldn't update and then college started and work took over. However, I'm here now with the update. I hope you haven't lost interest, I promise I'm updating a lot more regularly from now on.

I know I left you on a cliff-hanger and I'm sorry but here are the answers you've been waiting for. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 20: Night Goes On

*Previously*

Damon was making his way to the first bathroom when he heard the sound of something falling to the floor. He noticed one of the doors in the hallway were open. Damon made his was, hesitantly, towards the door, there was a gab in the door; it was small but big enough for him to see into the room. He stepped closer to the door and peered inside, his eyes shot wide open.

Inside he saw Mason Lockwood; he was kissing down a girl's neck on top of the desk, but not just any girl. The light in the room was dim but Damon was able to see; she was wearing a black which had pushed itself up as her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer. Her long brown hair was tightly curled flowing down her back. Mason's hands were held in place just at the bottom of her back near her hips. Damon hadn't seen her face but he'd seen enough.

Slowly and hesitantly Damon stepped away from the door, back up into the wall of the hallway behind him. His breathing grew slightly hitching and a tasteless lump began to form in his throat. Millions of emotions were flooding through his entire body; hurt, anger, betrayal, shock, frustration, sadness, horror, he felt as if his whole world was slowly crashing down around him. He had never felt so heartbroken.

For a few moments, Damon was stood in the same spot, bewildered by what his eyes had just witnessed. He wanted to cry but at the same time he wanted to smash his fist into a brick wall...or Mason's face. How could she do this to me? He asked himself, have I done something wrong? They hadn't even had sex yet which made the betrayal even worse for him. He couldn't say by that door, he couldn't stay in that hallway; he needed to return to the group downstairs and inform them he was leaving. He was too hurt to even comprehend talking to anyone tonight.

Damon hastily stepped forward off the wall and practically ran into the main first floor landing. He felt as if his surroundings were closing him in, he was struggling for breath. Damon needed to return downstairs before his heart rate increased any further.

Damon attempted to stable and compose himself as best as he could, he took a quick glance in the mirror in front of him, noticing the deep hurt in his own eyes. Slowly, he build back up his usual barrier and hid behind his casual exterior. He took a final deep breath before descending down the stairs back to the party.

Mason bend down to slide his jeans and boxers back up his legs, buttoning them up and doing up his belt. He ran his left hand casually through his chaotic hair before searching for his dark green t-shirt. "Looking for this," a seductive female voice spoke.

Mason peered up at her seeing she was dangling his t-shirt on her index finger, he smirked and took it. "Thanks," Mason said pulling it over his chest. "That was amazing," he sighed contently.

"Mhh," the dark brown haired girl agreed.

Mason wrapped his arms around her slender waist and began to kiss her neck tenderly. "Will I see you again?" he asked, his hot breath hitting her cool, perspiring skin.

She leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe causing a moan to escape his lips. "We'll see," she whispered seductively.

"I know we shouldn't be doing this but I feel like I'm already crazy about you," Mason stated, a glimmer of surprise crossing her eyes for a mere second before it was gone.

"Not too fast," she declared placing her hand on his chest. "I still have things I need to take care of first, but that doesn't mean we can't do this," she said seductively nibbling and licking his earlobe, "and this," she trailed sweet kisses along his jaw line causing him to groan internally. "This," she stated moving her hands under his t-shirt meeting his toned abdomen. She traced her fingertips over his abs causing him to moan again and hold onto her waist tighter.

Mason moaned, "You turn me on so much," he declared.

"I know," the dark haired girl whispered huskily. "I have to go, we'll meet up again soon, but for now," she kissed him softly on the lips knowing it would leave him wanting her. The seductive girl strutted towards the door and opened it wider in order to leave.

"Wait," Mason called after her. The woman turned her head over her shoulder to meet his pouting and hungry eyes. "What's your name?" he asked. In the heat of their desire and passionate sex asking for her name completely slipped his mind, she could make him forget his own name just with one sexy, compelling gaze.

The young woman smirked seductively, "Katherine," she declared before turning and leaving Mason speechless and alone.

Damon managed to splash his face with water in the downstairs bathroom to cool him down before he would return to his friends. I can't believe she'd do that to me, I thought we had something he thought I thought I was beginning to fall in love with her. Damon pushed back all of the betrayal, anger and heartbreak building up his barriers again, not allowing anyone to see the hate in his eyes.

He saw Stefan, Elijah and Klaus still standing were he left them before he went to stupidly look for Elena. He noticed Caroline was no longer with them, nor Rebekah, he furrowed his eyebrows together. He also noticed Elena wasn't with the group either. He was hoping the girl in the room, who looked like Elena with a similar black dress, was someone else and it was just a misunderstanding, I guess not, he thought.

Betrayal began to rise within Damon once more. His breaths grew heavier and his chest began to heave, he would not allow this to break him, he would not be broken by a girl, his girl.

Damon tightened his hands into fists and held them forcefully at his side. He couldn't stay here, he needed to leave. He couldn't face seeing Elena after what she'd done to him. He inhaled a prolonging, deep breath before releasing it and turning on his heel, leaving the mayhem of Tyler's party.

Caroline and Rebekah ran outside to meet Elena cradling a sobbing Bonnie in her arms, sitting on one of the outside benches. "Bonnie! Elena!" they both called. Elena glanced up at them and smiled sadly as they made their way over. Caroline sat down on the other side of Bonnie while Rebekah sat next to Elena. "What happened?" Caroline asked frantically wrapping a comforting arm around Bonnie's other shoulder.

Bonnie slowly rose her head up from Elena's shoulder and sniffed. "It's Luka," she sobbed. "He- he... he tried to..." Bonnie trailed off continuously sobbing.

"What did he do, Bonnie?" Rebekah asked sincerely.

Bonnie sniffed away her tears and composed herself to speak. "He tried to force himself at me, after being a gentleman. He was nice one minute and then he changed, he transformed into an animal. He tried to force me to have sex with him on a bench and when I said no, numerous times, he snapped at me." She paused for a moment to think the event through in her mind before continuing. "He cursed at me, called me a prude and told me he'd been cheating on me... I hate him," Bonnie declared.

All of the girls cuddled up on the bench together in comfort. "You don't need him Bonnie," Elena began, "you're an amazing person and could do so much better... and you will do better."

Caroline raised her hand in the air, "I second that," she declared causing Bonnie and the two other girls to giggle slightly at her scouts approach.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you girl. You're my best friends and I love you all for being here for me," Bonnie said causing her and the other three girls to tear up.

"We'll always be here for you Bonnie," Rebekah assured.

"I think you should probably go home and rest Bonnie," Elena suggested and Bonnie nodded in agreement. "Do you want us to come with you?" she asked.

Bonnie cleared her throat and sniffed. "It's okay; I'll be fine, as long as someone comes in the cab home with me."

"I will, you two can stay here and I'll be back when I've made sure Bonnie's okay," Caroline said to Elena and Rebekah who both nodded.

The four girls made their way back inside Tyler's house, into the party. Caroline and Bonnie made their way to the front door after Elena and Rebekah hugged her comfortingly. Once they saw Caroline and Bonnie were at the front door they made their way back to where Stefan, Klaus and Elijah were standing.

Elena glanced around curiously, "Where's Damon?" she asked generally to whoever was listening.

Stefan's head snapped up and he began to glance around for Damon. "He said he went looking for you, you haven't seen him?" Stefan asked her raising a questioning eyebrow.

Elena shook her head. "No, I haven't seen him, I thought he was here. I'll see if I can find him," she said continuing to look around the room and moving to observe the kitchen.

"I'll help," Stefan called out heading in the opposite direction in search of his brother.

Damon stumbled his way along the side walk, his whole body swaying side to side in his intoxicated state. He brought the bottle of bourbon; he found in Tyler's house, up to his lips and took a long, heavy gulp. The harsh liquid severally burning the inside of his throat as it trickled down into his alcohol laced stomach.

He pushed himself further along the road towards Wickery Bridge. Damon took another gulp from the stolen bottle and firmly placed it down on the edge of the bridge. He rubbed his hands over his face, leaning forward onto the bridge, for balance, with his head in his hands. He gazed down into the water, mesmerized by its calming flow.

After a few minutes, a chuckle escaped his lips and his shoulder shuddered as his laugh grew boisterous. He stared up at the gleaming stars which peered down at him, "What a night?" he whispered to himself. "I finally find a girl who I care about and she changes me in ways I never believed were possible. I thought I found the girl." He chuckles bitterly, "God, I was so wrong. I even thought I could end up falling in love with her, I was so damn close and I thought maybe she would love me too. Wow, I'm so stupid," he shouted. "I knew getting into a committed relationship was a bad idea, it's not me. I'm the player, the heartbreaker, I take what I want, I do what I want, I don't do the right thing," he says sighing. He remained silent; inhaling a deep needed breath of oxygen and exhaling through is gritted teeth. "This isn't me!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the November night air.

Damon dropped to the ground, the heavy impact of force causing him to wince as he hit the bleak, solid road. He leaned back against the side of the bridge, tilting his head back to rest on the iron bar behind him. Damon slowly drifted his eyes shut and before he could trigger his brain to what was happening, everything went black.

"I've looked everywhere I can think of, Stefan, I can't find him," Elena panicked, her voice almost shouting.

Stefan sighed in frustration. "We'll find him," he promised. Elena could hear the sound of sincerity in his voice.

"Where else can I look? You know this town better than I do and you know Damon, where do you think he'd be?" she asked sadness invading her tone and allowing salted tears to build up in her eyes, threatening to escape.

Stefan was silent for a moment while he thought of all of the places Damon could have gone. He was unsure of his mindset too, he went to different places each time. Normally when he was drunk he'd either be sitting outside where the party was or walking home. He was neither at Tyler's house or home. Damn it, Damon! Where are you? Stefan asked himself. A sudden imaginary light bulb ignited in his mind. "Elena, have you checked Wickey Bridge?" he asked quickly.

"Uh, no I don't think so. Do you think he could be there?" she asked with a glimmer of hope crossing her eyes and flooding into her words.

Stefan nodded even though Elena couldn't see him. "Yeah, he might be. Where are you now?"

"I just came out of the Grill," she announced.

"Great, you go on ahead and I'll meet you there. I just need to go back to Tyler's to get Rebekah. You know where it is, right?" he asked.

Elena thought for a moment and then remembered the bridge she crossed when she arrived at Mystic Falls. "Okay and yes, I know the one. I really hope you're right Stefan." Elena hung up and began to walk towards Wickey Bridge. Her speed soon turned into a hasty jog as she made her way towards the bridge, hopefully finding Damon there too.

It felt, in such a way, that she had been running for miles. Elena now held her shoes in her hand as she rapidly ran, ignoring the ruff ground which was cutting into her now swollen feet.

As Elena approached Wickey Bridge she noticed a figure slumped against the side of the bridge. She ran faster towards him and realization set in that the slumped figure was Damon. "Damon!" Elena cried out in hysteria, seeing his lifeless body, unmoving on the ground. She dropped down beside him hastily feeling is wrist for a pulse. When she had no luck she began checking his neck, warm salted liquid seeping down her cheeks, blurring her vision.

Her fingers felt his neck for his pulse point. To her relief she found his pounding pulse with her index finger. Tears continued to run as she cruelled up, on her knees, closer to him. "You're okay, you're okay," Elena repeated squeezing, securely at his hand. "Come on Damon, wake up," she spoke softly, leaning closer to his ear. "Wake up, please Damon, just wake up!" her voice growing frantic.

Damon slowly began to stir, his eyes remaining closed. Elena moved closer holding his body against her, placing his head in her lap. She gently stroked his raven hair as he continued to stir and his eyes fluttered open cautiously.

Elena breathed out a sigh of relief and hugged him closer to her, her eyes funny of joy and relief. He's okay.

Damon began to groan and move on her. "Shh," Elena soothed. "It's okay, don't move, you're okay," she whispered.

Damon's eyes shot open at the sound of her melodic voice and his head snapped up from her lap. His eyes bored into hers aggressively. "What're you doing here?" he demanded harshly.

Elena was taken aback by his harsh tone, shock crossing her face. "I-uh-I came to find you, you left and I was worried about you," she said softly.

Damon laughed humourlessly and pushed himself off the ground dusting the dirt from his jeans. "So I do exist to you know, huh?" he spat.

Elena was confused by his change of character and harsh tone, have I done something wrong? She asked herself. "What do you mean, Damon? Of course I know you exist, you're my boyfriend."

Damon looked to the side and laughed bitterly, "Really?"

Elena frowned, what's wrong with him? "Damon, what's wrong? Have I done something to you?" she asked braving to take a step closer to him.

"Don't give me that shit, Elena!" he shouted. "You know full well what you've done!" he fully snapped. "Ha! Did you think I wouldn't find out or notice? FYI I noticed and I hurt! Big time!" he turned away, not being able to look into the eyes of the girl who broke his heart.

Elena took her chance and walked towards him, "I don't know what you're talking about Damon? What did you find out?" she asked curiously placing her hand softly on the shoulder blade of his back.

He swung around instantly and her touch, pushing her hand away. Anger coursed through his veins, I will not be humiliated by her, he told himself. "Don't play dumb, you're not one of those air headed cheerleaders, you're smart. I think you can figure it out."

Elena sighed frustrated; she had no idea what he was talking about. "Damon, I have no idea what you're talking about?" she was confused and the anger and hurt in Damon's eyes hurt and scared her at the same time. She had never seen him look that way before, so broken; the hatred he glared towards her killed her from the inside out: she wanted to be sick.

Damon scoffed. "I really need to spell it out for you?" he asked but Elena simply glanced at the ground, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Okay, M-A-S-O-N," he spelled out.

Elena frowned and stared back up at him again. "Mason? What about Mason? Has he said something?" she asked her voice growing with anger at the thought of Mason messing with Damon.

He huffed. "Seriously, Elena, just drop the act!" he spat.

"What act?!" Elena shouted in frustration and anger, what the hell was he talking about?

Damon silenced, was she really playing dumb? He asked himself, why is she pretending she doesn't know? Maybe she doesn't know, maybe it wasn't her. Oh shit! What have I done? I've just wrecked everything! He wanted to mentally punch himself unconscious.

"What about Mason, Damon?" Elena asked, irritation seeping through her words.

Damon ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He finally glanced up and met her eyes, his gaze softened causing Elena's gaze to transform from anger to concern. "I need you to tell me the truth, because right now I'm so confused..." he trailed off.

Elena stepped closer to him but remained at a safe distance. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

Damon closed his eyes briefly, inhaling a deep breath. "When you left earlier to go to the bathroom, you were a long time and so I was worried. I went to look for you. I went upstairs and I heard movement in one of the rooms so I looked inside. I saw Mason..." he paused as he replayed the memory and the betrayal came back. "...with a girl wrapped around him, he was basically trying to own her mouth. His pants were dropped around his ankles and the girls dress was riding up. I felt hurt and so betrayed when I thought it was you..." Damon looked down at his feet.

Elena inhaled deeply releasing a long breath. "You thought..." she began, hurt clear in her soft tone. "You thought I'd do that to you," her eyes filled up again, tear threatening to escape but she wouldn't let a boy break her.

"She looked exactly like you and in the moment I didn't know what to think," his head began to pound, painfully from the high consumption of alcohol.

Elena scoffed now. "I can't believe that you'd think I'd ever do that to you," her voice grew louder and angrier the concern gone from her eyes. "I thought you'd trust me. Why would I go after Mason, of all people, why would you think that, Damon?" she asked, hurt.

Guilt consumed him, how could I think she'd do that, I've screwed up big time, he cursed himself. "It was in the moment, I-I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Damon," she snapped, cutting him off. "You actually thought that slut was me, you believed that I could do something like that, your trust in me was lost. I've been nothing but loyal to you and you actually have the audacity to accuse me of having sex with Mason. I'm not that low Damon!" she screamed.

Damon rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and sighed. "I don't-"

"Don't worry," Elena interrupted. "I'm going home," she began to walk away.

"I'll walk you-"

"No," she snapped, spinning back to face him with hurt in her eyes. "I want to be alone. Goodnight, Damon," and with that, Elena left Damon standing alone and hopeless on the bridge, the same way he'd felt when he arrived.

That was chapter 20, let me know what you thought by reviewing. Damon snapping at Elena was harsh but he cooled off only for her to snap at him. Don't worry Delena will get through, they'll be okay. There are a lot darker and heart breaking things ahead for Damon in future chapters which will really change his life. I thought I'd warn you.

Chapter 21 will be up soon! Thank you all for your kind reviews and feedback I appreciate all of it!

So, what do you guys think of TVD so far? Season 5 is amazing, am I right? Well I'm loving it and loving Delena!