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Caroline was happy to see Elena.

She had agreed with Stefan to wait a few days so Elena could get a handle on everything, but she had really been wanting to visit.

She knew exactly what Elena was going through, and wanted to be there for her.

Only it seemed Damon had actually done a good job in keeping Elena under control.

He had her feeding from blood-bags to level the cravings, then drinking a little from one of his slaves, so she could get use to it.

To say she was surprised was the least, but somehow, she felt like things would be okay now.

"So how are you guys going to handle the whole thing with Klaus?" Caroline asked,

"Still working through that," Damon noted, placing his arm around Elena, "But he doesn't need to know Elena survived. At least, not yet."

Caroline nodded, understandingly.

"Actually," Damon checked his phone, "I need to go into town, talk to Elijah...you guys going to be okay here?"

Elena nodded, and Caroline smiled as Damon leaned down and kissed her.

"I'll be back soon. And Stefan should be here any minute."

"Hurry back," Elena told him, as he gave Caroline a nod and grabbed his keys.

Moments later, he was out the door.

Elena looked over at her friend.

"I'm really glad you came today, Car."

The blond smiled, "If it wasn't for Stefan, I would have been here sooner, but he thought you might need some time to adjust."

Elena agreed.

"Yeah, this vampire stuff is...complicated."

Caroline smiled, "Oh, I remember. It was hard for me too, at first anyway. I'm glad I had Stefan as a friend back then. He really helped me. Like Damon's helping you."

Elena blushed, "Yeah, Damon is definitely showing me the plus sides of vampirism."

"I'd guessed as much," Caroline teased, "I can smell him all over you."

Elena's brows furrowed, "But...we took a shower after-"

"Oh, God, no," Caroline laughed, "Not like that! I mean, his scent. You smell more like him than yourself. Happens sometimes, especially with mated vampires, though, I can imagine Damon's been trying to keep you close lately. That whole thing with Klaus is whack!"

Elena couldn't disagree.

"Tell me about it," she sighed, "It's just weird to think that I could be dead right now. If Damon's blood had passed through me sooner, then I would be. It's scary."

Caroline nodded, "Yeah, it is. Though if you were with Damon, I'm sure this was going to happen anyway."

"This?"

"Turning," she explained, "I mean, the only way to be with someone forever, is to live forever, right?"

Elena thought about this.

"Unless, that's not what you would have wanted?" Caroline inquired.

Elena shrugged, "To be honest, I don't know what I would have wanted. I guess just having the choice is what appealed to me. I could become a vampire at any time...but I could never go back to being human. Maybe that wouldn't have mattered later, but...I don't know. I love Damon. And I do want to be with him. But I didn't feel like I was ready for this. I still wanted the chance to change my mind. You know, have children if I wanted...but ultimately, I probably would have made the change."

She shook her head, "If I had doubts before about Damon, there are none now. Maybe no one ever knows for sure, but I'm willing to make him my forever."

Caroline was grinning, "That is so sweet. You are so adorable with him."

"Careeee," Elena complained jokingly.

"What!" the blond defended, "You are! He's this total trying to be bad-ass person for decades, and then you waltz in and have him singing show tunes There's a reason that's one of the oldest love stories in the book! Because it's so fricken cute."

Elena laughed, "Don't let Damon hear you calling him cute, or he might have to murder someone just to save his reputation."

"Well, we wouldn't want that," Caroline agreed, "But if it's Klaus, that might be a bonus. Still can't believe he killed you, just because he wanted to be governor!"

Elena shrugged, "People don't always make sense."

"No kidding."

They visited a while longer before Stefan made it home.

"Hey Elena. Caroline, I didn't know you were gonna be here."

She shrugged, "Damon finally gave me permission to come see Elena."

Stefan chuckled, giving each woman a hug, "Well, I'll let you two keep visiting."

Elena smirked at the looks passing between her two friends. Maybe they knew it, maybe they didn't, but there was something there.

There went her match-making side again.

She almost giggled, because she really did have a way of seeing people together.

Hell, just look at Jeremy and Bonnie. She'd so called that one, and they were closer than ever now.

Thinking of Bonnie, her attention honed.

She realized she was getting hungry again. Damn. Well, it had been a few hours.

"Stefan, did the blood bags get moved to the fridge?" she asked, her fangs fighting to elongate at the thought.

"I think so...why? You need one?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I'm getting hungry again."

"Okay, I'll go grab you one, and bring some upstairs."

She smiled at him, "Thanks."

He returned quickly, and threw her a bag.

"You want one?" he asked Caroline.

She nodded, "Sure."

He gave her one as well, and went to put the rest in the fridge.

Caroline held the bag out to Elena, "Cheers!"

Chuckling, Elena tapped her bag to hers, "Cheers."
She punctured the bag, and felt her fangs grow as she brought it to her lips.

But then she stopped...this wasn't right.

She blinked, then looked at the bag in her hands, suddenly having no urge to drink it.

"What's wrong?" Caroline asked.

Elena looked up at her, "I...I don't want it."

Her friend gave her a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," Elena was a little confused herself, "I just don't want it."

Stefan had reappeared by now, and walked over to them.

"Uh, vampires, especially new ones, don't just lose their craving for blood," Caroline pointed out.

"I know," Elena pressed, "I just...can't."

"What's the matter?" Stefan asked, "Why can't you?"

Elena searched for a reason, and didn't come up with any that was reasonable. She just knew she couldn't drink the blood.

"I don't know."

Caroline shot Stefan a worried look.

"Hmm," he thought over it, "It might be that your body is craving fresh blood. You might have to feed that way for a while."

Elena looked up at him, "But, I can't. Bonnie is the only one here who I've fed from, and I don't want to risk hurting her."

Stefan smiled gently, "I think it'll be okay. Caroline and I are here, and you need to feed."

Elena seemed perplexed, "Yeah...I guess."

"I'll go get her," Stefan told them.

Elena nodded, and again, looked at the bag in her hand.

Damon was frustrated.

Not only had he not been able to get in touch with Elijah, he also had the misfortune of running into Klaus.

He didn't make a scene, but wanted to when the original threw a self-satisfied smirk his way.

Thoughts of Elena kept him calm, but he was sure to look pissed enough to sell the fact that she had died.

And now he was pulling into his drive, thinking that he really needed to talk to Elijah soon.

Shaking his head, he locked his car and walked up the stairs.
However he was confused by what met him on the other side of the door.

"I know it's not normal Caroline!" Elena was yelling, "That doesn't mean-"

"What's going on here?" Damon asked, addressing his presence.

His brother, Caroline, Elena, and the Bonnie girl all looked at him.

"Damon," Elena seemed relieved, rushing to him.

He felt a little better the moment she was in his arms, but he noticed that she still seemed upset.

"Hey, kitten. What's going on?"

"Elena wont feed," Stefan commented."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't," Elena argued.

Damon raised a brow, "Care to explain?"

Elena sighed, then walked over to the coffee table and picked up a blood bag.

"I'm hungry," she told him, "But I can't drink. I want to, but I just-"

She put the bag to her lips, shock coloring her face when she took a long tug of the blood.

Caroline sighed, "She wouldn't drink it earlier. We even tried to give her Bonnie's blood. She still wouldn't drink. What newbie vampire refuses fresh human blood?"

Damon watched Elena as she drank, too caught up in the taste to worry about defending herself.

"Well she's drinking now," he stated, as she drained the bag.

Once it was empty, she dropped it, and her eyes zeroed in on Bonnie.

"No," he moved fast, grabbing her waist.

She fought against him.

"Stefan, get her out of here," he commanded, motioning toward Bonnie.

Elena was in pure feeding mode, thrashing to get at the fresh blood.

"Elena, come on sweet, stop this."

It took her a second, but she gained control, going slack.

"Oh, my god...I-"

"Hey," he grabbed her face, "It's fine, Elena. You're a vampire now. Nothing about your body is normal anymore. You have to give it time."

She shook her head, "What's wrong with me, Damon?"

Damon swallowed, not really sure what was happening either.

"Why don't we go upstairs," he commented, instead of answering.

She nodded, and he excused them just as Stefan came back into the room.

Elena felt shaky, but she couldn't explain what had happened.

It had been the strangest sensation, being hungry, but having no drive to feed.

There had to be something wrong with her.

"Feeling better?" Damon asked, once they were in their room.

She shrugged, "I don't know."

He kissed her forehead, "Why don't we take a shower? Get your mind off things."

She nodded, letting him lead her to the bathroom.

They undressed quickly, and soon Damon was closing the glass door behind them.

Elena turned on the water, and began to wet her hair.

She felt Damon's arms slide around her.

"See? Better," he told her, kissing her neck.

She nuzzled into his body, sighing, "What if I had hurt Bonnie?"

"You didn't," he reminded her, "That's what matters."

"But I could have...I don't want to be a monster, Damon. I'm so scared of this all coming down to that. I don't want to kill people. I don't want to be like-" she stopped herself, blushing slightly.

"Me," he finished, "You don't want to be like me."

Elena exhaled, "I just don't want to lose myself."

"I'm not going to let you," he promised, squeezing her tighter, "I'm right here with you, Elena, I'm not letting you go."

She nodded, kissing his chest, "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here."

"Same, kitten."

He kissed her then, and things were about to heat up, when there was a voice calling out from his bedroom.

"Damon?"

"Stefan."

"Hey, that Tyler kid is here, says he has a message for you, from Klaus."

Elena blinked, looking up as Damon's brows furrowed, "Okay, be down in a sec."

Stefan must have left the room, because there was no reply.

Damon huffed.

"I'm gonna go deal with this. Just...stay here. I shouldn't be long."

She nodded, and he kissed her cheek before getting out and wrapping a towel around himself.

"Is he an idiot?" Damon pressed, rolling his eyes, "He really thinks that after everything, I'm stepping down?"

Tyler, Klaus's servant/messenger, nodded, "That's what he told me to tell you. He wants to meet with you. To discuss your...terms."

"I have no interest in meeting with him."

Tyler closed his eyes for a moment, "Are you really going to make me go back and tell him that?"

Damon raised a brow, but didn't say anything.

Stefan sighed, "What could it hurt, Damon? You don't have to agree with him...just hear him out."

"Yeah right," Damon looked at his brother, "Klaus is only interested in meeting up so he can gloat. And I'm in no mood to deal with that."

"I was told not to accept 'no' for an answer," Tyler practically begged, "I need you to come with me."

Damon considered this and groaned, "Fine, but tell Klaus to meet me at the bar in town. We do this on my terms."

Tyler nodded, thanking him before leaving.

Damon waited a few minutes before letting out a sigh and going to his car.

The bar wasn't overly crowded, thankfully, and Damon took a seat on his stool, ordering a drink from the bartender.

It was nearly an hour later that Klaus showed up, sliding next to him.

"Ah, Damon. I saw you earlier, but it seems you didn't have time to stop and say hello," the man started, and Damon bit his tongue.

"I assume you know why we're here?" Klaus pressed.

"I'm not backing down," Damon told him, turning to stare at the original.

Klaus mocked disappointment, "And here I was hoping recent events would have softened your resolve."

Damon threw him a hateful look, "And if you think that killing Elena was going to make me change my mind, you're a bigger idiot than you look. Seriously, what was you reasoning with that one? She was just a slave of mine, and you really think I would cry uncle because you took her life?"

Klaus smirked a little, "Play it off if you want Damon, but I have on good authority that the girl was much more than just your slave. But if you want to pretend she didn't mean anything to you, by all means, do so."

Damon shook his head, "Even if she was more. How did you figure killing her would make me agreeable? If I actually cared about her, and you took her life, how do you imagine that would make me want to reason with you?"

"Because I run this town, Damon," Klaus spit, "My family built this town. And I'll be damned if Elijah hands control of it over to you."

"And what are you going to do to stop him?" Damon pressed, "Because killing Elena was the worst move you could have made. I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have influence over these people again. You think I don't remember what it was like a few years ago? It was a godsend that Elijah took over, or you would have ran us all into the ground."

Klaus smirked, "Well, at least then you could be with your precious Elena."

Damon's mouth twitched, but he fought the urge to hit the guy, "You're trying to get a rise out of me? Please..." he tipped back the rest of the drink he had and stood.

"I'm not buying into your games Klaus. You made your decision, and I've made mine."

Klaus seemed annoyed now, "So be it."

Damon smirked as he walked away.

The house was practically dark when he returned, and he noticed Caroline's car was gone.

Good. That meant he could just go straight to his room.

He sighed, Elena was probably worried, but he had a good feeling about this whole thing with Klaus.

And as soon as he spoke with Elijah, he'd put it from his mind.

He entered the house, noticing the fire was burning low, and the room was empty.

A slight hum echoed from upstairs and he figured the slaves were winding down as well.

He took the stairs two at a time, making to his bedroom in a hurry.

Surprise filled him when he realized Elena wasn't in the room...

"Elena?"

"D-Damon?" her voice called out from the bathroom.

He crossed his room and peaked in.

She was sitting on the shower floor, curled into a ball, the water off.

"Elena?" he walked over to her, opening the shower door, "Why are you still in here? I've been gone for hours."

She was shivering, "I couldn't get out. And the water got cold...so I turned it off. But you...you told me to stay. I had to stay, you told me. Just like you told me not to drink blood without you being there. So I couldn't. You told me to stay, Damon."

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