After having no reply from Jeremy when she shouted him from the bottom of the stairs, Elena heard a crashing sound coming from the kitchen. Since she had known about the vampires, and gone through everything she had, she was constantly on edge. Expecting the worst, she slowly approached the kitchen door, simultaneously dialling Damon's number into her cell.

"Uncle John?" she called from the hallway, cellphone to her ear waiting for Damon to answer. No one spoke from the kitchen.

"Elena?" Damon asked. Before Elena could reply, she swung open the door and stared in horror at the scene she was witnessing. A knife rested on the chopping board, covered in blood, from what Elena could see, severed fingers beside it. Elena dropped her cell, and raced upstairs to see if Jeremy was there atall. Shaking, she entered his room with her eyes closed, praying he would be there.

As far as she could see in the dark room, Jeremy was peacefully asleep, yet fully clothed on his bed. "Jeremy?" she whispered. He didn't move. "Jeremy!" she called louder. No response. By this time, she was crying, trying to shake him awake.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Elena heard someone say from the doorway, she turned and could have fainted then and there. Elena stared in confusion, trying to figure out what was happening. The figure looked exactly like Elena.

"Katherine." Elena forced out, no more than a whisper.

"Your uncle is dead, your little brother will be a vampire soon enough, Jenna has been... taken care of," Katherine spoke calmly, "wow, they weren't exagerating were they? You look exactly like me. No wonder Stefan loves you." She laughed to herself. Elena stood trying to process everything Katherine was telling her.

Behind her, Jeremy was starting to wake up. "Jer, wake up!" She cried.

"If you wake him up he's bound to rip your head off," Katherine pulled Elena away, pushing her through the door and leading her downstairs.

"What do you want?" Elena asked as Katherine forced her to sit at the table.

"I want my Salvatore's back," She threw the severed fingers away, but kept the ring. "They're both in love with you, and not me."

"You left them. Damon loved you all this time, but you never bothered coming for him. So he moved on," Elena told her.

"Damon can't move on, neither can Stefan. They may love you now, but when they find out that I'm here, you're history."

"Damon's changed."

"I gathered that by his little act outside," Elena stared at Katherine confused.

"Damon knows you're here?"

"No. He thought I was you, so he put on some little good guy act, and then he kissed me," Damon had kissed Katherine thinking it was Elena, Damon must really be determined to have me, Elena thought. "Hm. I must have gotten distracted, otherwise you wouldn't still be alive," Before Elena could even think about what Katherine meant, she had swiped clean knife from the wooden block and plunged it into Elena's chest with an angelic smile gracing her face.

"NO!" Damon appeared at the sound of Elena's screams and flung himself into Katherine. Katherine was older and much stronger, so she gripped his throat and threw him across the room. Before Damon could get back up, she had already gone.

He hurried to Elena's side and held her head up. Her eyes were closed but she was still breathing as she gripped onto her chest. Damon could see that the knife had punctured a lung and that Elena was not going to come out of this alive if he didn't do anything.

"Elena, I need you to do something for me if you want to live," Damon told her. She scrunched up her face in pain and nodded. "I need you to drink from me." Elena knew that if you die with a vampire's blood inside you, you begin the transformation. It was either die, or live eternally. She thought about this for a moment, if she died she would be leaving everyone behind, if she lived as a vampire, she could be with Stefan forever.

Elena had no time to make decisions, Damon had already ripped his wrist open and shoved it against her mouth. At first she hesitated, but she could feel her body shutting down. "Please!" Damon begged.

She gave in and took three large mouthfuls of Damon's blood, closing her eyes, drifting off into an unknown abyss of darkness.

Damon watched her, praying that she drank his blood in time. As much as he didn't want to, he knew he would have to call Stefan and be ready for an earful.

Jeremy's heavy eyes lifted. The first thing he saw, smelled, tasted, felt, was blood. He kind of expected this, but he hadn't expected the pain of the burning hunger inside him. His body was aching, his eyes stinging, and the only thing that could make it all go away was human blood. He could smell exactly what he needed coming from downstairs, and without thinking he sprinted to where to craving inside him took him.

Elena was lay bleeding on the floor, Damon holding her. Jeremy knew what he wanted to do was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Damon looked up and noticed him, but Jeremy had already threw himself on her. Luckily for Elena, Damon had sharp reflexes he had developed with age. He simply grabbed Jeremy's throat and held him there whilst he dialled Stefan's number.

"Hello?"

"Elena's, now," he hung up. Just like that, Stefan appeared behind Jeremy.

"Little help here?" Damon asked, trying to hold Jeremy still whilst holding Elena with his other arm.

Stefan pulled a syringe out of his pocket and stabbed Jeremy in the neck.

"He's not a vampire yet. It won't work," Damon told him.

"I know, it isn't vervain," Stefan replied, then realising that Elena was bleeding, "Elena?"

"She isn't dead." Damon assured him.

"What is she then? Asleep?" He snapped back sarcastically, pushing Damon out the way.

"Katherine stabbed her," Damon told him quietly as he stood beside Stefan. Stefan's face dropped.

"Katherine?" Stefan stroked Elena's peaceful face. "What does she want?"

"I have no idea, but something tells me she isn't going to leave until she has it," Damon avoided looking at Stefan, "I had to turn her."

"WHAT? You turned Elena? Without even asking me or her or anyone?"

"She was going to die!" Damon pushed his hair back, breathing out loudly. "I had no choice. She was going to die, I couldn't watch her die."

Stefan looked down at her, it tore him up inside when Damon spoke about her like he loved her. Damon was incapable of love. Or so he convinced himself.