She felt his presence before she saw him. He was standing, talking to a young girl, looking about 19 or so. Elena could tell what he was doing just from his actions. But she didn't care how hungry he was, hunting could wait. She pulled up to the curb, shut the engine and got out. Shutting her door she ran over to Damon, shoes clicking on the pavement.

Damon's eyes widened, dark brows raising. "Elena. What are you-"

"Shut up and get in the car." Elena said. She didn't mean to sound so pushy, but this wasn't exactly the best of times.

"What? Why." Damon looked confused, surprised and annoyed all at the same time. *Can't you see I'm busy? * He spoke in her mind.

*So sorry to interrupt* Elena shot back. Aloud, she said, "Just get in the car." Then, at his expression, added, "_Please_."

The girl standing with Damon was looking perplexed and vaguely jealous that Elena was getting his attention. She studied Elena with a nasty expression, as if to see what Elena had that she was lacking.

"Fine." Damon stalked off to the car.

"He's spoken for." Elena replied to the girl, angered that she was sending her daggers with her bright blue eyes. Elena hurried over to the car, getting in behind the wheel.

"Now do you mind telling me what the hell this is about?" Damon asked her as she pulled away and drove down the road.

Elena's knuckles were white as she clutched the steering wheel.

"Elena?"

Elena still didn't answer; she stared at the road.

"Elena, say something!" Damon demanded, his voice getting angry.

Finally, Elena took a shaky breath. "Bonnie knows."