First of all, before I start, let me explain this once again: the porch scene never happened. So, Elena never killed John... And here's the next chapter! :D

Life's been blinding me
From what I thought I'd see
Is there clarity in this insanity?
Whats she want from me?

Roads in front of me
Taking me astray
Are you leaving me?
Or are you leading the way?
Can you hear what I'm sayin'?

I need to know...
I need to know...
I need to know...
I need to know...

Feel like I'm tryin' to breathe under water
Tryin' to climb but I keep fallin farther (yeah)
Will you take my hand?

Feels so far away
Want to see your face
Are you even there?
Can you show me?
Can you make me believe?

Song: I Need to Know

by Kris Allen

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CHAPTER 25

Damon stormed through the doors of the boarding house, feeling extremely angry. He immediately rushed to the kitchen, draining a blood bag in record time. He was mad, and confused. Why on earth was Elena being so… frustrating? He had so many questions, that he knew he wouldn't be getting the answers to anytime soon. He grunted in bafflement, and rushed upstairs, to Stefan's room. He didn't even bother knocking on the door. He knew nothing was going on. It was Stefan for God's sake. Damon chuckled at the distracting thought as he barged through the door, to find Stefan and Katherine resting on his bed, watching some boring movie. She was attempting to pull him in for a kiss, but stopped as soon as she felt Damon's presence. Katherine rolled her eyes, and turned to face him.

Stefan raised an eyebrow, turning on his elbow to see his brother's alarmed expression. Katherine also caught on. "Is there a little problem," she asked, her voice snarky.

"Depends what you mean by little," he replied bitterly, ignoring Katherine's new comebacks, turning his attention to Stefan. "If you mean monumental, then yes."

"What's wrong?" Stefan asked, turning on his side so that he could face his brother. "If this is some joke about bunnies, I don't want to hear…"

"Elena's back," Damon interrupted, not wanting to have this little back and forth at the moment. He just wanted to get everything out, without having to explain himself. But of course, Stefan had many questions.

"What do you mean, Elena's back?" he repeated, not sure of what to make of this news. Elena was the girl who broke him in 1864, the girl he loved unconditionally, although the feeling was not mutual. Back then, Stefan didn't care that Elena was madly in love with Damon. He still loved her. He couldn't help it. But now, Stefan looked back on the days of Elena and knew how foolish he had been. Nowadays, he wanted nothing to do with the vampire. He had Katherine… second best as Damon would always tell him, using sarcasm.

"Elena. Gilbert. 1864. Vampire. Ring a bell?" Damon asked mockingly, snapping his fingers. His voice was over the top, and it made Katherine smirk.

"How do you know?" Katherine asked, her tone sounding bored, as if she thought the whole thing was a big practical joke. "It's not like she just came running into your arms after one hundred some years, screaming 'I missed you, baby',"

Damon just rolled his eyes, staring at Katherine, trying not to laugh at her stupidity. "That wasn't even funny," he said, looking back to Stefan. "I was walking to the bar when I smelled blood coming from the alley, so I went over there. I saw Elena pressed against some guy draining the life out of him. She would have killed the man if I hadn't stopped her."

Stefan looked puzzled. "That doesn't sound like Elena…"

Damon raised a hand, knowing that he was not finished speaking. "She turned off her humanity. I don't know how long but it's gone. I tried to ask her why she left us, and she didn't say anything. All she said was that she was back for me."

"Well that doesn't make sense," Katherine said. "If the little bitch still loves you, then why did she leave in the first place?"

"Well, thank you for asking the obvious question," Damon said, highly annoyed. He had low tolerance for Katherine, especially tonight. He was on edge.

Katherine just pouted, and Stefan placed a kiss on her forehead. "We'll figure this out later," he told Damon, who had already stormed out of the room.

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"They're dead," Elena said through her phone as she entered her expensive hotel room. "All of the tomb vampires have been taken care of. John burned them in some basement."

The man on the other end chuckled. "Very poetic. I heard Damon Salvatore was stuck in there as well."

"Yup," Elena said, popping the 'p' sound. "I still have to go find Johnny and punish him for that…"

"I thought you were over that Damon loser," he said. Elena could practically hear his smirk through the phone as he spoke. She rolled her eyes.

"Never was, never will be," she chirped, not wanting to have any more of this conversation. Elena giggled as she hung up the phone, placing it on the nightstand. She quickly changed into a black tank top and navy blue pajama pants. She pulled down the sheets, ready to get a much needed rest, when someone knocked on the door.

She walked over to the person's adamant knocking, to reveal Damon, wearing his navy blue button down shirt and Armani jeans. She looked at the colors on their outfits and smirked. "We match."

He just rolled his eyes at this, still standing in the doorway, his eyes looking her up and down. "I was going to wait until morning, but I want answers and I want them now. It wasn't hard to find out where you were staying. I just went to the most expensive place in town."

Elena rolled her eyes, and in an annoyed gesture, extended her arm, telling him to come in. He accepted, sitting on the edge of her bed. Elena just laughed at this, seeing how comfy he was getting. "Fine," she said after a while, just staring at him. "Ask me a question and I'll tell you the answer if I feel like it."

He immediately started with the accusations. "Why did you leave in 1864?"

"Unimportant."

"Why did you shut out your humanity?"

"Irrelevant."

"Are we going to get anywhere with this conversation?"

"No."

Damon just continued to stare at Elena as she looked at him directly in the eyes, that mocking expression showing on every line of her face. "Why are you back?"

"You," Elena said, raising her eyebrows as she moved to sit next to Damon, placing her lips on his jaw line, kissing it. "You just won't believe that, will you?"

Damon tried pushing Elena away from him, but she was stronger. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling them closer together. "I don't know what to believe… considering your odd personality change."

Elena brought her lips down to his neck, still kissing it softly, the way she used to. Damon automatically closed his eyes. "Oh, Damon, tell me you don't feel it," she whispered, lips now against the portal of his ear. "The way your un-beating heart starts to flutter when you see me, the way your eyes light up…"

"The way your ego is even larger than mine," he said sarcastically, although his voice was full of pleasure. Elena just nodded.

"You love it," she whispered seductively. At that point, Damon pulled away, actually managing to escape.

"No, I don't," he told her harshly, snapping out of Elena's trance. "I liked you better in 1864, for obvious reasons."

With that, he disappeared, leaving Elena looking completely stricken. She had a strange feeling in her chest and stomach, something that was foreign to her. Was it… pain?

No, Elena shrugged that thought off. It couldn't have been pain. She stopped feeling that years ago.

With a cluttered mind, Elena crawled into the bed, although she did not get much sleep. Her thoughts were on Damon Salvatore all night.

There's the chapter! I hope it was okay! I had some writer's block while writing this chapter, so please, tell me what you thought.

Did Damon actually get to Elena? Is Stefan REALLY over Elena? Who was Elena talking to on the phone?

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-Sara