Chapter 11: Good Question

Everything was quiet and not a normal quiet either, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. It was early morning, the sun just beginning to wake up from its slumber and rise above the town, disturbing many of the people who were choosing to lie on. There weren't many cars on the road, not many people either. Maybe that's because it wasn't the warmest of all days. Sure, the sun was out and shining like a beam in the sky which gives the illusion that it's doing the job it's supposed to, but unfortunately there was no real heat coming from it and the wind was creating the ice-cold atmosphere.

Most of the house was in darkness, apart from the parlour. Today was the day where everything would be different, for better or for worse, no one had the answer just yet, but it was coming upon them. The bedroom was dark, the curtains pulled over, keeping any light out that was trying to break in. Elena lay still in the bed, hidden under the silk covers. Too still in fact that it would be worrying to some. Scratches, dried blood and bruising was evident on her tanned skin as the pain was visible in her features. The question was, what would she be like when she woke up? Would everything come to realisation?

Moaning slipped from the unconscious brunette's lips as she rolled over on to her side, another moan slipping, this time a moan of pain. Rubbing her fingers against the silk covers, she ran her hand along, feeling the coldness and slowly opened her eyes. Where the hell was she? Pushing herself up, she held in a groan as her ribs were protesting against any movement she made. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked several times, trying to make her vision clearer as she gasped, recognising where she was. Damon's room? But...but how? She left! She…the car crash. Jenna? How did she get here? She remembered Damon being on the phone before she blacked out, but that didn't explain the rest.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she made movements to get up. She needed to get out of here and fast. Managing to get off the bed, all of her body thumped in pain as she held on to the bed post, the pain unbearable. Another thing. Damon's car…she crashed it big time. Hearing the creak of the door, she looked up to see it opened and went wide-eyed as she seen Damon walking in. She couldn't do this right now.

"Elena, your aunt brought you here, I haven't left your side, look-" Damon started.
"No! Stay away from me Damon!" Elena told him, moving backwards as she held her ribs, her emotions beginning to bubble over the surface.
"I can explain-"
"Bullshit!" She shouted at him, infuriated, wincing once again as she took a step away from him.

"It's not that simple."
"Really? Because me, being ME, thought that you'd be able to explain why I look like this…Katherine? From WAY before I was born."
"It's complicated. If I tell you this, then I have to tell you more." Damon rubbed a hand through his exhausted.
"Let me make it real simple for you. She's an ex, that night you met me, YOU called me Katherine. Katherine. You thought I was her or…she was me, never mind."

"Elena-"
"No. No, I'm not doing this with you! You...you are," She moaned again, holding her ribs in pain as he started frustrated.
"I can explain everything to you, alright? Just let me help you? Please."
"No! Don't…touch…me." Elena glared at him, tears glazing her eyes, "I thought you were a decent, genuine guy, but you're a bloody creep!"
"Elena." He warned her.
"NO!" She shouted at him, the pain shooting through her head as she winced.

After that, everything happened so fast that Elena couldn't register what was happening. Damon moved fast and across the room as he pinned Elena to his bed as gently as he could as she stared up at him, fright in her eyes as she swallowed, wide-eyed. Did she just see what she thought? Damon was a blur for seconds and then the next, she was against the bed. Elena's breath caught in her throat as she seen his eyes turn a deep blood-red, his fangs showing as he bit into his wrist and moved it in front of her lips. Terrified, tears sprung to her eyes, pouring like a waterfall as she begun struggling, but he pinned her down, holding his wrist out.

"Trust me." He whispered, licking the blood from his lips.

With an aching heart, she wasn't sure what to trust anymore. All she knew was that she needed to get away, far, to breathe, to run, to scream, to do anything. The only thing she was sure of, was that Damon would never intentionally hurt her, well at least physically anyway. Looking at his wrist, she hesitantly took it, not sure why he was doing it. What did it even do? Slowly bringing it to her lips, she stared up at him and began drinking the thick liquid, the taste of metal overriding her senses as Damon closed his eyes in response, his breath coming out steadily.

Pulling away, she felt weird, like she was high and somewhere else. Rubbing her face, she frowned in confusion as she felt no pain anymore. Looking down at her arms, she seen the cuts and bruises gone, like they were never there. Feeling her ribs, they felt perfectly fine, her body not screaming in pain. Damon moved away from her, running his fingers through his hair as he paced. She knew now, she had to know.

"Wha…what are you Damon?" Elena sat up, her heart racing as she stared at him.
"I'm a vampire Elena. I'm over a 100 years old, way too old for you." He sighed in annoyance.
"They don't exist, they don't." She stammered in confusion, not being able to wrap her head around it as she had a good idea to run.

"Katherine, honestly, I don't know why she looks like you. I was trying to figure it out, I still haven't. She was my and Stefan's ex, she played us, back then."
"What happened?" She whispered, shuffling backwards, rubbing her pump against the carpet.
"She died. In a fire, with other vampires. I died with…vampire blood, her blood to be exact in my system, as did Stefan, then I come back…in transition."
"Uhm."

"It's when you aren't a vampire yet, but after feeding on human blood, you turn." Damon tilted his head back, sighing.
"I...see."
"I was ready to die, ready for the afterlife, not wanting to face the world without…her. Stefan forced me to turn, then we went our separate ways."
"Do," Elena rubbed her chest, tears in her eyes, "Do you only like me because I look like her?"
"No. God no, Elena."
"Never mind, I can't. I don't want to do this right now Damon, I can't!"
"But-"
"No, I can't take anymore. I have to go." Elena pulled open the door and rushed out quickly as Damon threw a book at the wall, holding his head.

After a long walk, Elena had done a lot of thinking and had a lot of emotions running through her head. She didn't know what to do with herself, didn't know what to think. The worst part is, she really had no one to talk to. Looking up, she seen that she had arrived at her house and took a shaky breath. She could just go and grab a shower, spend the day in bed reading, watching television, eating junk food or even sleeping since she was still feeling a bit high off Damon's blood. It was weird, almost like everything heightened and her and Damon were bonding and connecting. Shaking her head, she walked up the path and up the steps as she turned the knob, sighing in relief when the door opened. Maybe she could get away with not getting caught then. Stepping inside quietly, she pressed the door shut slowly and placed her foot on the first step.

"Elena! Kitchen, now!" Grayson called out.
"Dammit." She hissed. She just wanted some alone time, was everyone trying to do her head in today? Walking down the hall, she entered the kitchen.
"Nice of you to show your face." Miranda crossed her arms, disappointment in her eyes.
"Glad to show it." Elena piped in, not knowing if it helped. They were probably pissed from her comments yesterday. Bummer for her.

"You better not have spent the night with that boy." Grayson started, frustration in his features.
"I stayed at Bonnie's, you can even ring her." Elena shot him a look. Yeah, she had to text Bonnie when she was finished here.
"You are NEVER to see that boy again, do you hear me?" He told her sternly.
"I hear you dad and you're right, I won't be seeing him again. You win. Am I excused? I want to shower and sleep."

Grayson and Miranda looked between each other as Elena rolled her eyes, walking out of the kitchen and down the hall as she made her way upstairs and to her room. Oh, home sweet home. Slipping her pumps off, she grabbed a new underwear set out and sat it on the chest of draws. She'd have a shower after a quick nap, she was drained, mentally more than anything. Pulling her dress over her head, she threw it into the trash can, knowing she wouldn't be able to fix the rips. Climbing into bed, she yawned and hugged the pillow, feeling herself doze until her phone beeped, signalling a message. Moaning, she opened it and bit her lip. Shit.

Where the hell is MY car?

Good question.

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed! :)

Shauna

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