A/N: THIS WILL BE A FILLER CHAPTER DUE TO HAVING TO WORK ON MY NOVEL! Hola my fellow readers, I am finally back from a much-needed rest! My computer was a pain in the ass the past week; letting me log-in only to have it log me out seconds later. Maybe it likes messing with my head, who knows? So anyways, this chapter has been sitting on my computer for the past eight days, waiting to be published, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I hope you guys are as excited as I am about the new characters that will be introduced this chapter. They aren't my creation, of course.

Disclaimer ('Cause everyone just loves those repudiations): Even against my most vivid dreams, I unfortunately do not own Vampire Diaries, nor any of the characters tagged along with the show, sadly. If I did, Delena would have happened a long time ago… and Stefan would have been dead-dead already. Seriously, the man is a total bore.

Now, on with the show…

AND I HAVE ALSO EDITED THIS CHAPTER! Seems some people don't get what I was trying to say in my first update. :/

Chapter Eleven (Part I):

Return to Innocence

Previously…

The mass shouted a countdown before reaching one, and Elena watched with bated breath as both people sitting on the stools placed before the bar, hurriedly picked up the shot glasses, downed them, and bit into lemons. Elena nearly gagged when they spit them out, catching the strong scent of the lemons.

Her breath hitched as they turned towards each other, bringing their lips together for a heated kiss. She nearly collapsed right then and there once she saw the face of the raven-haired man. Her face completely blanched as his hands were all over her, deepening the kiss.

So this is why we haven't gone on a date in the past days, she thought with tears pooling in her eyes. In white hot anger, Elena turned on her heel, forcefully pushing through the crowd as various men whistled them on. She couldn't take any more of this, her heart was currently nestled beside her stomach which was churning at the thought of him and that blonde.

Snuggled up on the couch, the phone calls from Damon went unanswered. Only did she answer her cell when Caroline had called, confirming the time of when they should arrive home from the airport. Bonnie had sent a few messages, informing her that she would be bringing a friend to New York, which Elena was totally fine with.

She missed her mother, missed how she would hold her when Elena felt like the world was falling down upon her. But her mother was stuck in Virginia, beneath a mound of dirt that had been lying on top of her for the past four years, the only means of identifying the body beneath being the headstone with her name pristinely carved. Biting back the growing tears, she stood to her feet, clicked off the Six Feet Under marathon and made her way towards the panel of windows.

She had felt blessed with the perfect view of the tallest towers in the city as well as Madison Square Garden if anyone were to stand on their tippy-toes. But now, it was just a reminder of who she used to be; a spunky, wild card. And now, what was she? Nothing but a serious, single, mom-to-be. In a city full of serious, single, moms-to-be.

She wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes to imagine that her skin was absorbing the sunset far off in the distance, reflecting off of each tower with its dimming rays. Soon the beautiful sight of the full moon would grace the skies, settling her nerves as it always did. She felt the opposite of that of what a werewolf would feel which would be utter panic as soon as the moon appeared. No, she felt the polar opposite of that; utter calm and peace.

An hour dragged by, and there she stood in front of the panel of windows, gazing up to the dark blue sky, the moon slightly dimmed, but clear as day. Its light shone into the apartment, eating up each nook and cranny, leaving nothing bare but her back facing the inside. A hand was rested on her stomach, the other wrapped firmly around her upper waist. The whole while she imagined it being that blue-eyed, raven-haired monster who just happened to be the father of the child nestled in her womb.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, she turned around, her back gulping up the moonlight as she walked towards her bedroom. As she passed her phone which was set on silent, she could see the screen lit up, a small bubble at the bottom reading, '18 Missed Calls' as another incoming call filled up the screen. With hesitation, she lifted the phone off of the coffee table, seeing the number appearing as 'unknown'. Placing the phone to her ear, she accepted the call, "Hello?"

There was a brief pause, and the sound of a clearing of the throat, "Elena, I-I…" She pulled the phone back, glaring at in disbelief and anger as if it had betrayed her to the devil himself.

Elena gnashed her teeth, the surge of anger coursing through her veins before she barked back, cutting him off abruptly, "What?" She glared at a spot on the carpet, hoping he would apparate (Harry Potter reference) there and she could scream at him until her lungs exploded.

"Why," Was the simple question she received back.

She honestly wanted to slap the hell out of him for asking that. A simple question, yet so, so stupid. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Her hormones began to kick in, "You're honestly going to play the innocence card when I witnessed you kissing that fucking blonde!"

There was silence on the other end before he burst into laughter.

Elena fumed, having to breathe through her nose rapidly to calm herself. Too much stress could harm her baby. "Are you seriously laughing? Do you find this somehow amusing?" Her voice was laced with venom, immediately shutting him up. She smirked maliciously, itching to cross her arms but finding it impossible with having to have one hand pressed to the phone.

He cleared his throat once again, swallowing the chuckles, "That blonde was Lexi, my only childhood friend. She was friends with Stefan, but then he-"

Her eyes flashed dangerously, "I don't give a fuck if she's an 'old childhood friend'. Why the hell were you kissing her, hm?"

"It was a dare, plus the fact that she wanted to make her ex insanely jealous," He couldn't help the chuckle that ran up his throat.

Elena's eyebrows shot up as her jaw flew down, her cheeks reddening with anger. Ah, hell, she thought. "God, you are such an asshole! That shouldn't have mattered; you should've said no!" Without a second thought, she ended the call, wanting to cease any further stress. With cherry cheeks, she ran to her bed, pulling the covers over her head in hopes of never having to hear from him again.

After all, she had helped Caroline make Tyler Lockwood, now a big-time lawyer in upstate New York, jealous beyond belief by forcing Matt Donovan, longtime friend, to kiss her directly in his viewpoint. Of course, they got back together, lived happily for two weeks before breaking it off. Yeah, what a waste of a relationship. But still, it doesn't make it right. At all.

As the voice of sleep lulled her into its world, she dreamed of what could possibly happen when she faced those impossibly-blue eyes again. Maybe give him a good smack across the face. Oh, the possibilities.