N: Well, I know I am the worst and it's been forever since I updated, but instead of going on and on about why I didn't update, I'll let you read the new chapter. I hope you'll enjoy and still think I deserve a review.

Thank you Dez2sweet for looking over this one.

Is there something in the fridge?

Elena tried to be as quiet as she possibly could. Not only she did not want to wake anyone up, but she was honestly afraid that the person planning to kill Damon might think it was a perfect opportunity for him and her to have a chat. She descended the stairs without incident and made the U-turn to enter the kitchen.

"Who's there?" she heard someone in a muffled voice; which made her jump backwards. "My God, Aunt Katherine, you scared the crap out of me." Elena heard Rebekah's voice and let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding. She reached for the light switch, but Rebekah begged her not to turn on the light.

"Alright, I'll just get the lamp," Elena answered and before the girl had time to say anything, the pale light from the lamp was all over them. "Oh…Rebekah, what happened?" Elena exclaimed when she saw her face in the light. She had a bruised eye and her lip was cut in two places. She had blood on her lips, in the corner of her mouth, and on her chin.

"It's nothing, I'll be alright," Rebekah shrugged. She walked over to the refrigerator and got out a small carton of milk; she poured herself a tall glass and placed the almost empty box back in the fridge.

"It looks pretty bad; shouldn't you be seeing a doctor?" Elena asked as she was trying to take a better look at Rebekah's wounds. "Do you want me to drive you to the emergency room?"

"Hell, no! Don't you even try, and keep your voice down, I don't want Grandpa or Grandma to hear you and see this. They'll be schooling me for weeks no matter what reason I give them to explain."

"What really happened?"

"Well, I was bored, so I decided to go to this party place. They go really crazy there and it's Friday, pay-day and everyone was in a very good mood. There was this guy; I think he was thirty-something. He had a nice ass and we went to a hotel together. We had some beer, some wine and smocked some grass. When it came down to it, he couldn't perform. I think it was the grass or the mixed drinks, but naturally, he took it out on me."

"And he hit you?" Elena asked shocked.

"No shit, what do you think? Of course he hit me."

"This is no joke, Rebekah, you could've been seriously hurt," Elena said firmly.

"I cannot believe this," she said rolling her blue eyes. "You always said hearing my romantic escapades give you a vicarious thrill, whatever the hell that means."

"I hardly classify getting hit in the face as something romantic and you should most definitely not consider any act of violence romantic Rebekah. It is inhuman and not to mention illegal. Did he tie you up too?" Elena asked as she noticed the bruises around her hands.

"Yeah, but it was cool."

"For Christ's sake Rebekah, you shouldn't go in motel rooms with strangers, you should never let a man hit you and most definitely don't let him tie you up like that."

"Are you hearing yourself right now? You know you've done worse," Rebekah said quickly. Elena felt as if she cornered her. There was no way to get out of this one with a clean sleeve.

"Yes and I came to the conclusion that it was wrong."

"What are you doing with that?" Rebekah asked watching Elena stuff some ice-cubes in a Baggie.

"It's for your eye. It's turning colors and I'm pretty sure you don't want to not be able to open it in the morning and have to explain it to your parents." Elena said and the blonde snatched the ice-pack her Aunt made to place on her eye. She knew she was right and there was no way she could tell her parents it was a minor accident of it looked like that. "Do you want some aspirin or Tylenol for the pain?"

"No I'm good. I think I drank and smoked enough to keep me sleeping the whole night. Maybe I'll have some in the morning." At this point, Rebekah was more than anything, confused. She couldn't understand why all of a sudden Katherine cared what happened to her? Why was she nice and helpful? Katherine was never nice to anyone, most of all to someone that didn't matter. Of course, Rebekah always thought her Aunt was stupid for taking Uncle Damon for granted and for being such a bitch to him. She knew that he was a catch. He was smart and good looking, all the girls she hung out with at clubs or at school had been drooling all over him. He had money too and she could've bet her allowance for a month he was good in bed too. No woman in her right mind would ever give that up. Maybe Katherine had figured that out too. She seemed totally different since the accident, like she loved Uncle Damon again. Oh, how she wished someone would love her one day like her uncle had loved Katherine at the beginning. He was treating her like a queen and he was always there for her, trying to give her anything she wanted. Of course, her attempt to get him back now would not work. If Rebekah was sure of something she was sure that once you got on her uncle's black list, you would stay there forever.

"Why are you up at this hour?" Rebekah asked.

"I couldn't sleep so I came for a glass of milk."

"You're mending your ways, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know what I mean. You're trying to charm your way back into Uncle Damon's bed so maybe he would take you with him to Washington if he wins the elections." She pushed her chin up proudly before continuing in an even softer voice. "Tell me, did you give up all your lovers or just Elijah?"

"What did you just say?" Elena asked intrigued. She could feel her cheeks getting all hot and they probably looked red by now.

"Don't try to deny it. I'm not blind you know, I see the way he looks at you. Yesterday, I confronted him about it."

"And what did he say?"

"He didn't admit, but he didn't deny it either. He was a perfect gentleman, giving me all that 'she's my best friend's wife' crap. Anyway, I don't care who you sleep with and I'm not going to tell Uncle Damon as long as you stay away from Elijah. From now on he'll be sleeping with me. Good night Aunt Katherine."

Before Elena got the chance to say anything else, Rebekah stormed out of the kitchen. She only later realized that her Aunt had been the only one concerned over her sore lip and black eye and also, that she hadn't ratted on her.

Elena returned back to her room, but couldn't fall asleep until really late in the morning.

N: Damon will be back next chapter. Hope you liked this little chat between girls. Don't forget to drop a review.