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Season 1 Episode 12 Unpleasentville
"Elena you can't avoid me forever." I said, leaving my tenth message that morning. I had been calling ever since I got back from my little prompt to trip with Damon. Damon had dropped me off, mom told me I was asleep. Damon carried me to my room "Like a gentleman," my mom said.
I woke up with a screaming headache, although I didn't tell my mom why that was. I know why now that I don't drink. The hangover is not worth it. I took some pain killers. I wanted to forget that night, everything I had done, but that was easier said than done.
I had kissed Damon.
I remembered that well. I remember making an absolute fool of myself and I couldn't take it back. I was drunk, yes, but I had still done it. It made my stomach churn. Not that it wasn't a good kiss. I had never had anything to compare it to, but I assumed that it was a good kiss. I still couldn't believe I had been that bold, and I was completely embarrassed by it. I didn't want to see him, for fear that he would tease me. If anyone would tease me about a kiss, it would be Damon.
I called Elena again, but she didn't answer. Begrudgingly, I stood up, trying not to hurt myself in the process. I grabbed my stuff and started to walk. I was becoming very familiar to the walk from my house to Elena's. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would say that.
I walked up to her door ringing the bell. I didn't have to wait long before Jenna came to the door. The redhead looked flustered and I wondered if this was a bad time.
"Hey, Alex." She said. "Come on in."
"Is everything ok?" I asked when I was inside the house. She shook her head.
"Not really…" She replied honestly. "Do you think you can talk to Elena? She's having a rough time."
"I don't know if I'm the best person to be doing that." I admitted, making a face. "She's mad at me."
"That makes two of us." She grumbled. "But it's worth a shot huh?"
I looked at the redheads hopeful eyes and then sighed. I nodded to her and she smiled. I knew that I wasn't Elena's favorite person at the moment, but Jenna was right. It was worth a shot.
I walked up the stairs and toward Elena's room, a little slower than usual. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little afraid of what Elena could say to me. I should have told her, I mentally kicked myself. Her door was closed and I hesitated before I knocked. What was I supposed to say? I probably should have practiced before I braved myself over here. I knew that if it were the other way around I would have been pissed. But I had to think of something. I did eventually find the courage to knock.
"I don't want to talk Jenna." She called out to me. She sounded less than happy. I grabbed the handle and turned it, poking my head in slightly.
"It's not Jenna." I said when she looked up. "It's me."
"I don't want to talk to you either." She muttered, voice thick with annoyance. I licked my lips, willing myself to stay strong. I walked in, closing the door behind me.
"If I had a little white flag I would wave it." I told her. She glared at me. "Elena listen I'm sorry."
"I know." She said. "You told me a million times in your messages."
"So you got them." I concluded. That meant that she was ignoring me. "Listen, we need to talk. I know you are mad-"
"I'm not mad Alex." She said, cutting me off. "I just… wished you would have told me."
"I know, and I'm sorry." I said. "I should have told you as soon as I found out."
I braved to sit on the bed, but she didn't stop me. She looked very distraught and I didn't think that was because of me.
"Are you ok?" I asked. "Jenna said that something was up."
She swallowed, looking me in the eyes. I waited patiently for her to explain. She got up and started to pace. Looks like I wasn't the only one who did that when they were nervous.
"Ok so… Stefan told me something yesterday." She said. "A lot of things."
"Like what?" I asked, curious as to what she was going to say.
"First of all… I'm adopted." She said looking at me. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. "Yeah I know."
"Well, how does he know?" I asked. The idea of her not being Miranda and Grayson's daughter baffled me.
"He did some digging into our family history because I look just like Katherine." She explained. "It only makes sense that I would be related to her somehow."
"But that would mean that Katherine would have had to have a child before she was turned." I said. Elena nodded, then she looked at me seriously.
"How much do you remember from the accident?" She asked. My eyebrows shot up. Elena and I had never talked about the accident, it was traumatic for both of us. I was surprised that it was even brought up but obviously it was important.
"I remember going off the bridge, landing in the water." I said, recounting that day like it was yesterday. "I cut my wrist… but everything after that is a blank."
"You don't remember how you got out?" She asked. I shook my head. "Stefan. It was Stefan."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Stefan? Had he pulled us out? How did he even known we were there? The doctors had said it was a miracle either of us survived. It didn't make sense that one of us would get out, but two? It was a true miracle.
"Stefan?" I repeated. Elena nodded. I had had no idea that he was even there. I must have blacked out, probably almost drowned.
"He told me yesterday." Elena replied. I swallowed. I had a lot more to owe to Stefan than I thought. "Thought you should know."
"Thanks… for telling me." I said, making a mental note to talk to Stefan about it. Elena sat back down beside me.
"How was it?" She asked me. "Your trip with Damon."
"It wasn't as bad as I thought." I admitted, I then smiled slightly. "I got drunk though."
"He got you drunk!?" Elena asked outraged. I held up my hands.
"No, I got drunk." I corrected her. "Then Lexi's boyfriend almost killed him and I saved his ass."
"Wow…." She said. "Anything else I should know?"
I opened my mouth and then closed it. I wasn't going to tell her that I had kissed Damon. I was hoping for it to go away, but that wasn't likely. Damon most likely remembered and then it would be all over the place that I got wasted and drunk kissed Damon Salvatore. I was so ashamed.
"Nothing." I replied. Elena gave me a look but didn't pry.
"Well, hey Stefan is coming over and well…" She trailed off. I smirked and stood.
"You want to be alone." I said. "Got it."
She smiled at me and walked me out the door. I left, giving her a wave and headed down the street. After our little chat about the accident, I felt my wrist for the scar there. It was slightly raised and white, just like it was the last time I looked. I furrowed my brow though. My bracelet was still missing. Damon must still have it. I huffed, I would have to talk to him now.
Damon searched through all of their books, looking for anything that resembled a spell book. He came up blank. Ever since Bree said there was another way, he had racked his brain for any sort of clue how to find this spell book she had been talking about. He came up blank again.
"What are you lookin' for, Damon?" Stefan's voice carried through the room. Damon closed his eyes, not in the mood to deal with his brother's lectures today.
"None of your concern." Damon replied, still rifling through the shelves. Their father's journal had to be somewhere. He didn't know if it would give him the location of Emily's Grimoire, but he needed to try.
"No, but putting Alex in harm's way." Stefan said. "That is my concern."
"Mhm." Damon mumbled. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Atlanta." Stefan said. Damon rolled his eyes. Stefan should be so lucky that Damon didn't take Elena with him. Then he would have been in for some trouble.
"Oh, yeah." Damon said, turning to his brother. "Alex and I had blast."
"I'm sure you did." Stefan added. "But she is Elena's friend and that makes her my concern."
"I didn't even touch her Stefan." Damon said and then smirked. "She kissed me."
"She what?" Stefan asked, eyes wide. Damon chuckled. "Damon what did you do?"
"I did nothing." Damon said innocently. "Like I said, she kissed me."
"Right." Stefan replied. "So, what did you find out in Atlanta? Is there another way in the tomb? Is that what Bree said?"
"You're pathetic when you're fishing." Damon replied, fishing through the books again. He was definitely not ready to give Stefan any information.
"And you're transparent when you're deflecting." Stefan commented. Damon glared.
"Don't you have school?" Damon asked. Stefan rolled his eyes and turned to go Damon watched him leave. Once he was gone he walked over to the desk where he had placed Alex's bracelet. He held it between his fingers.
He had tried to stop thinking about it, the way her lips felt on his. It was a short and very sloppy kiss. He could taste the alcohol, and he knew that if she had been in her right mind she never would have done it. But that didn't stop him from thinking about it.
He loved Katherine, he knew that. She knew that too. He was going to get Katherine out of the tomb and then he was going to be long gone and never look back. But the thought made him …sad. He couldn't take Alex with him and she wouldn't go anyway. He realized then that he was starting to care. He had saved her life several times, and that night she had saved his. He knew that her feelings for him were growing, but he wasn't sure what he was feeling.
All he knew was that he cared for this girl, whether he wanted to or not. He was worried for her safety and he worried that the longer he stuck around the harder it would be to leave her. Not for him, he would have Katherine. But Alex would hurt, he knew that was for sure. He didn't want to hurt her. But he couldn't stay away.
I headed to work after school, dreading it today. I wasn't in the mood to deal with people yelling at me or kids who could make a mess but not clean it up. I just wasn't in the mood. I wanted my bracelet back, I felt naked without it. But to get it, I would have to talk to Damon and I wasn't in the mood for that either.
"Rough day?" Ben McKittrick, our new bartender asked me. I nodded. I didn't know Ben well, he had graduated a couple years prior. He had been the Timberwolves football star, and now he was serving drinks. Funny how things change.
Once I was clocked in I got to work. I had to explain to Robert about my sudden disappearance. I told him that I had an emergency, which he didn't buy. So, I had to practically beg him to not fire me, which took a lot more than it should have. He took pity on me, and told me to never do it again. I couldn't promise that because with vampires running loose I never knew when I would go missing.
"Hey Alex." I heard my name being called. I turned once I picked up the empty dishes from the table I was serving. Matt Donovan was walking toward me, a big grin on his face.
"Hey Matt." I replied with a smile. "How are you?"
"I've been better." He replied honestly. "I'm actually strapped for cash."
"Sorry buddy." I said. "I can't help you there."
"Actually you can." He said following me. I set down the dishes and turned to him, eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh yeah?" I asked. I didn't give out money, so I didn't know what he was talking about.
"I need a job." He said. "Think you could put in a good word for me?"
"Of course!" I replied. "The applications are under the bar. Just ask Ben."
"Thanks Alex." Matt said and walked over to the Bar. I smiled, having another Donovan working with me would be fun. But my smile fell when I thought about Vicki. Matt still had no idea she was dead. I hoped he never asked about her, because I didn't know what could come out of my mouth.
I continued my rounds, my eyes flickering to the pool table. I smiled, remembering in Georgia when Damon taught me how to play. I remembered how he was pressed up against me, making me nervous. I remember the feeling I got when I made the shot. I remembered the smile he got on his face after I did it. I wished that I could go back to that day. It was fun, and I can't remember the last time I had fun.
I sighed, coming back to reality and headed toward the bar. I started to ring up a tables check when Ben caught my attention.
"Hey, there is some guy here asking for you." He said and nodded to the end of the bar. I felt myself tense when I saw Damon smirking from his seat. I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my throat. He then waved to me and I took in a deep breath.
"Do you need me to tell him to leave?" Ben offered. I didn't look at Ben, I just stared at Damon. He was waiting patiently for me. What was I supposed to say?
"No, I've got it." I told Ben and headed over to Damon. He didn't look like he was disgusted to be in my presence, so that was a good sign. I hoped that we didn't even talk about the kiss, that way I could just let it go.
"Hello Alex." He said when I approached. I forced a smile. "You don't look happy to see me."
"Oh no… it's not that…" I said, but couldn't find the words to continue.
"I have your bracelet." He said, holding the silver chain in his fingers. My eyes widened at the sight of it. I was really glad I didn't have to ask for it back. I took it from him.
"Thank you." I said, as I tried to put it on my wrist. After I struggled for a minute Damon reached forward and took control. With quick fingers he clasped the bracelet securely on my wrist. His skin brushed mine and I felt a shiver go through my body. I hoped he didn't notice.
"I didn't see you yesterday." He commented. I swallowed. I had done everything I could to avoid him yesterday. After I found out Elena was adopted and that Stefan had saved me from the accident, I didn't feel like seeing anyone. I went home and locked myself in my room. And I just drew. I didn't want to think or anything, I just wanted to draw.
"I took a day to myself." I replied awkwardly. He nodded, pursing his lips. "Listen, we need to talk…"
"About what?" He asked, but I knew that he knew exactly what I was about to say. I set my jaw, building up all the courage inside of me to say what I needed to.
"About the kiss." I said, almost in a whisper. "I want to… apologize."
He stared at me for a few seconds before he chuckled. I couldn't help but feel a little offended by his laughter. I was trying to fix things, I didn't want this to be weird. And he was laughing right in my face. I felt my cheeks burn.
"Alex, it was just a kiss." He said. I cringed at the phrase just a kiss. "People do it all the time."
"I don't." I said quickly. His eyebrows furrowed and then they widened.
"Was that your first?" He asked me. I swallowed, feeling the blush flame on my cheeks. "I was your first kiss."
"Damon-"
"I feel very honored." He replied, holding a hand to his chest. I huffed. This was not supposed to be a conversation where he teased me for my lack of experience with the male gender. I wanted to apologize and move on, but no, Damon had to be an ass about everything.
"We're friends." I said, changing the subject. His smile faltered.
"Yes." He agreed, slightly amused by this conversation. I swallowed down the lump of nervousness in my throat.
"And… I don't want to make things…" I explained. "I don't know… weird."
He searched my face, I don't know what he was looking for, but he stared at me for a while and I started to get uncomfortable. I shifted, trying not to make it obvious how nervous his staring was making me. Was he thinking I was insane? Could we ever go back to the playful banter and risqué flirting on his side? I wanted that. I didn't want anything to change.
"Zero weirdness." He said with a smile. I caught his gaze, and there was something in it that I couldn't quite place.
"Good." I replied and nodded. He may have said there was no awkwardness between us, but I could feel it. It was like a weight on my chest and I couldn't move it.
"So, friends talk about stuff right?" Damon asked me. I looked at him quizzically. "Sorry, I don't have that many friends."
"Obviously." I replied. "What's on your mind?"
"It's Katherine." He said. I felt my heart drop down to my feet. Although I wanted to be friends, and I wanted him to come to me for things, I knew that this topic was not one I liked. He loved Katherine, and my feeling were bordering unhealthy obsession.
"Oh yeah?" I asked, trying not to sound the least bit jealous. If this friendship was going to work, I was going to have to listen to his romance problems. That's what friends did.
"Bree told me there was another way." He whispered, as if someone would hear him. "To get her out."
I stared at him for what seemed like hours. I could feel my heart shattering into tiny pieces. It wasn't the fact that he wanted to get her out of the tomb, which was very clear his only reason for coming. However, I knew that if this succeeded, that he would get Katherine and leave with her on his arm. He would never return and I would never see him again. The thought scared me to death.
"Oh?" I replied looking down.
"I have to get Emily's journal." He said. "A Grimoire is what she called it."
"Sounds grim." I said with a small laugh. He didn't laugh along so I awkwardly licked my lips. "Where is it?"
"That's the problem." He replied. "I don't know."
I nodded. I didn't know what to say. I had no idea where Emily's grimoire was, and if I did, I didn't know if I would tell him. I knew it was selfish to think that way, and it was also foolish. I couldn't stop myself from feeling the way I did about him, I had tried. I couldn't get invested in this, because he could never feel the same way. I was a human, he was a vampire, this could never work.
"Are you ok?" He asked me, concerned. I looked up and nodded.
"Oh, yeah." I replied. "A lot on my mind."
"Anything you want to talk about?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Nope." I replied. "But hey, I'll do everything I can to help you."
"Thank you Alex." He said with a smirk.
"On one condition." I said, holding up my one finger. He waited for me to finish. "Those other 26 vampires do not come out."
He stared at me. Even though I didn't want Damon to leave, I definitely did not want him to leave behind 26 angry starving vampires for us to handle. I wouldn't put it past him to do so, considering his track record. I knew Damon wasn't good, I knew that he did bad things, I knew he killed people. But there was something in Damon that wasn't bad. I didn't think it was goodness in his heart, but it wasn't bad. It was almost, human.
"Deal." He said and held out his hand. I shook it. "By the way, Mr. Bartender has been staring at you the whole time you have been talking to me."
I looked over and indeed, Ben was staring. I didn't understand what his emotion was, but I couldn't place it because he turned away when I looked over. I turned back to Damon, my face flushed.
"It's ok." I said. "I'm not interested."
"Good." He replied. "Because I don't want to share you."
I forced a laugh, not showing him how that sentence affected me so. I told him I had to get back to work and fled the scene. I could feel him watching me, but I forced myself to ignore it. I would get nowhere acting like him watching me was the highlight of my day.
I tried to busy myself, ignoring his presence until I heard Bonnie. I looked over and Damon stood in front of her. I couldn't blame Bonnie for not trusting him, he almost killed her. I put down my tray and started walking toward them.
"Stay the hell away from me." Bonnie ordered Damon. Gone was the timid and afraid Bonnie, and she was replaced with a fierce and strong one. However, Damon didn't take orders from anyone, so I didn't see him backing down.
"Everything ok over here?" Ben asked when he approached. I hurried over to the scene. Ben had no chance if he got into a fight with Damon, and I wasn't going to let Damon kill Ben.
"Yeah, we're fine." Damon said, glaring at Bonnie.
"I wasn't asking you." Ben said. Damon looked up, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Damon…" I warned. He didn't look at me, he just glared at Ben. Ben didn't seem phased, but he didn't know what Damon was capable of. I did, I had seen it. I could see Bonnie's eyes burning holes into the side of my head but I ignored her.
"Damon…" I said again placing my hand on his chest. It was warm and firm, and I could feel his heart beat. He looked down at me then, softening when he saw me. We didn't speak, we just stared. I then slipped my hand away and took his arm. I led him slowly to the door. He followed obediently, something I didn't expect. I opened the door and took him outside, releasing my hold on him once the cool air hit me.
"What was that?" I asked him when I turned around.
"I didn't do anything." He replied, looking back like he was going to go back in.
"First of all, you need to stay away from Bonnie." I said. He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. "And second, I saw that look in your eyes. You wanted to kill him."
"He's a smart ass." He told me. I huffed.
"Ok, so?" I said, hands on my hips. "That's not an excuse."
"I didn't do anything." He repeated. "And if I want to talk to witchy then I will."
He pushed past me, but I followed stepping into his path. He stopped. I could see him becoming angry with me, but I wasn't afraid. At least, I was trying not to be.
"Damon, you tried to kill her." I said, trying to be reasonable.
"Tried. Past tense." He replied. I rolled my eyes.
"She's not going to give you the grimoire." I said. "She doesn't even know where it is."
"I need that book Alex." He said. I swallowed. I knew he needed it, maybe this was my way of changing his mind.
"Well, scaring her isn't the way to get it." I told him. He scoffed. "Damon I'm serious. Stay away from her."
"Or what?" He asked me, taking a dangerous step forward. "What will you do Alex?"
"I-I don't know." I stuttered. He kept moving forward but I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me, or at least I wasn't going to let it show.
"You don't tell me what to do." He warned. I swallowed. He was glaring down at me, but I saw no evil in his expression. He wasn't going to hurt me. If he wanted to he would have already done it.
"You won't hurt me." I whispered. He cocked his head to the side.
"I can." He said. I knew he could. He could snap my neck without breaking a sweat. He could drain me of blood in just a few short minutes. He could kill me right now. But he wouldn't.
"But you won't." I murmured. He squinted his eyes at me, testing me. I took in a shaky breath as he leaned forward. His cool fingers tilted my head to the side and he leaned his face down into the crook of my neck. I felt a shiver go down my spine. I could feel his lips brush the skin on my neck. He was testing my theory. Would he hurt me? At first I didn't think so. But not I was starting to question my faith in him. However, I was proved correct when instead of sharp teeth, I felt soft lips kiss my neck. I closed my eyes at the feel of them. He pulled back and I opened my eyes.
"Your trust in me is outstanding." He said. I didn't respond, I just stood there and watched him. He then leaned in until his nose was almost touching mine.
"Don't you ever give me an order again." He said. I gulped and with that he was gone. I turned, but he was nowhere in sight. I took in a shaky breath, shivering from my fear and also the cold. I then rushed back inside the Grill.
"I am not going to this dance."
I paced around my room, the sun fading in through the open windows. Elena had called me that morning, telling me of the chilling phone call she had the night prior. There was a new vampire in town, and his target? Elena.
"Alex you have to." She whined. I could imagine the pouting face she was making. "I could really use an extra body guard."
"I'm pretty sure that Damon and Stefan can handle that." I replied. "I'm just a weak little human."
"Well then, I could use your eyes." She said. "This guy wears all black and this hoodie. I've never seen his face."
"Although that's terrifying, I don't even have anything to wear." I replied. "What decade is this again?"
"50's." Elena replied. "Come on, we can pull something together. I would feel better if you were there."
"Ugh." I groaned flopping on my bed. "Fine."
"Great!" She said. "Stop by my house in an hour and we will get ready."
Without a goodbye she ended the call. I huffed, closing my phone. Although I was scared for Elena, this vampire business getting creepier by the second, I still didn't want to go to a dance. What was I supposed to wear? I couldn't just show up in jeans and a t shirt. Well I could, but then I would stick out like a sore thumb. No I needed a costume.
"Mom…" I whined coming into the living room. She looked up from the TV, her feet propped up on the arm of the sofa.
"What baby?" She asked me, muting the show. I grumbled when I sat down in the chair opposite her.
"I need an outfit." I said. She looked at me surprised. "I'm going to this decade's thing tonight and I don't have anything to wear."
"When did you start going to school dances?" She asked me, sitting up right. I shrugged.
"Elena's making me go." I told her.
"Well, go Elena." She said with a grin. I glared. "Oh, honey it might be fun."
"I doubt it." I replied. She had no idea that I wouldn't really be dancing. I would be looking for a vampire who was trying to get Elena for some unknown reason, alongside two other vampires. One who I may or may not have feelings for.
"I may have something." She said and took off to her room. It took a few minutes, and I picked my nails waiting for her. She then emerged with a big grin on her face. She then held the outfit up.
"Ta da!" She said excitedly, but my face fell. It was an exact replica of Sandy's outfit at the end of Grease. The pants were black and shiny and looked like they would show every nook and cranny of my body. The top was also small, the shoulders exposed. It even came with a curly blond wig, that I was sure would be itchy.
"I am not wearing that." I said in disgust. Mom frowned.
"Come on, this is all I have for such short notice." She said. "Besides, you will look hot."
"I don't want to look hot!" I replied. "I just want to blend in."
"Why?" She asked me, setting the outfit down.
"I'm not… a stand out kind of girl." I told her. "I'm more of a… invisible type."
"Not from what I've seen." She replied. "I have seen such a drastic change in you in just a few short weeks. You look… happy."
"I am… It's just…" I said trailing off. "I'm still the nervous wall flower I have always been."
She smiled at me, sitting on the arm of the chair I was in. She ran I hand through my hair.
"That's ok." She said. "I still love you no matter what."
I forced a smile and let her kiss my temple. I then glared at the outfit. I didn't want to wear it, but it seemed to be my only option.
"Why do you even have this?" I asked her. She was silent. I looked up to her and she smiled awkwardly.
"Well… back in the day… I uhm…" She tried to explain. "I like to roleplay."
"Ew!" I groaned and stood up. I then grabbed the outfit and put it over my arm. "I'm not wearing the wig."
I got to Elena's and she had to help me into my pants. They fit, but they were a bit of a struggle to get on. They were so tight they showed every curve of my body, not that I was curvy in the first place. I pulled on the top and felt like I was wearing a second layer of skin. I shook my head as I judged myself in the mirror. Elena said I looked good, but of course, I was self-conscious regardless.
"Her name is Isobel." Elena said. I looked up to her with furrowed brows. "My birth mother. Jenna told me."
"How did you end up here anyway? I mean with your parents?" I asked, laying down on Elena's bed. It was hard to breathe in these pants.
"Apparently, Isobel showed up to my dad's office, had me and then she disappeared." Elena said fixing her hair. I looked up to her as she teased her hair a bit. She looked to be a little puzzled herself. She must have been feeling the same thing I felt about John. Why wasn't I good enough?
"That's weird." I said looking at the golden pocket watch she had sitting on her bed. "Would suck to have this when you're lost."
It was the pocket watch that Damon had me use when he was tracking Logan. I shivered as I remembered how blood thirsty he had been, how Damon had saved me. Again. The compass was lovely, a very pretty gold. Also, it was a good tool if you needed to know if a vampire was present. Elena left the room, going to fix her make up. I put the compass down and went to her book shelf. She had a whole lot of books, most I had read already. There were classics and mysteries, a few romances too.
I then moved to her pictures. There were pictures of her and friends, some with Jeremy. Then there was one with her and her parents. I swallowed as I looked at them, how happy they were. I knew that the way they had treated me was wrong, and how they shut my mother out was wrong. But now I couldn't help but realize I would never know them. I would never get the chance to really know who they were. Would they like me? Would they treat me like one of their own? Would Elena even be talking to me if they were alive?
Click.
My head shot to the bed, where the compass lay. I furrowed my eyebrows, watching as the hand of the compass began to move. It was clicking all over the place, the hand going in all directions. I felt my stomach lurch.
"Elena!" I yelled, running toward the bathroom. "Elena!"
"What?" She asked, turning off the hair dryer. She heard the clicking and looked to me, eyes wide with fear. She then ran to it, picking the compass up. We shared a look of pure terror before she dove for her phone. She dialed frantically, I assumed that it would be Stefan. I followed her as she ran down the stairs.
"Where is he?" Elena asked. The person on the other line must have said something good because Elena relaxed. "Oh, thank God. This compass was spinning. Stefan must be here. Thank you."
I felt immediately relaxed hearing that it was a false alarm and it was only Stefan. However, I didn't expect for the vampire that we had feared to drop from the ceiling, to stand right in front of us. Both, Elena and I screamed. He turned and grabbed for Elena. I lunged for him, trying to get him to release her. He simply knocked me to the side.
However, when I looked up I saw a blur of someone pulling the vampire off of Elena. Stefan was indeed here, and he threw the vampire off of Elena and to the floor. I crouched down to where Elena had been dropped, looking her over for injury and also as a way to protect her. The vampire sped away, running out the front door before Stefan could catch him. Elena jumped up, throwing herself into Stefan's arms.
"Are you ok?" Stefan asked Elena, assessing for any injuries. She didn't respond, she just clutched to him for dear life.
"How the hell did he get in?" I asked, my adrenaline pumping. He couldn't have gotten in unless…
"He's been invited." Elena whispered. Stefan and I shared a look. This was definitely not good.