A/N: I like making these authors notes way too much! Okay I felt like updating a little earlier this week. Been revising for exams all day and I just need some time with my favourite fictional characters! Enjoy!

Chapter 5

All too soon I could see the familiar Salvatore boarding house coming up ahead. I briefly wondered if Stefan was there, but seeing no trace of the red Porsche, I relaxed slightly. Now there was only Damon to deal with.

"You know, I never took you for a complete idiot, Elena. I guess I was wrong." Damon smirked at me before shutting off the engine and coming around to open the car door for me. He held out his hand for me to take, and I would have normally accepted, but such a gesture reminded me too much of the all-powerful original, and I couldn't bring myself to grasp it. Instead, I hopped out on my own and turned to see Damon frowning, obviously thinking that I was being petty. I rolled my eyes, thinking that if I began acting childishly, he would grow tired of me and take me back home. Unfortunately, this was not the case as he strode over to the door and opened it wide, gesturing for me to step over the threshold. I folded my arms, enjoying acting ridiculously too much, and stamped my foot. It was then his turn to roll his eyes at me and with a barely audible 'Get in', he shoved me through the door and slammed it shut behind me. He stumbled over one of the majestic looking couches and patted the seat next to him, obviously expecting me to sit with him. I walked over to the other couch slowly and basically threw myself down onto it with a huff. That ought to do it! I smirked inwardly at Damon's irritated expression. He leaned forward, clearly contemplating what he was going to say next. I was just hoping it was "Come on, Elena, you look tired. Let me drive you home." Though I knew, as much as I hoped, it would never be true. I only wished he would hurry up and say what he was thinking!

"So, Elena, my brother thinks that you've been avoiding him. Is that true?"

Whoa. I wasn't expecting that.

"I mean, I'd love to bring up the little deal you made with the kidnapper, but I think Blondie's already told me everything I need to know." He must have seen my shocked face because he smirked at me and stood up to go get himself a 'victory drink'. How could Caroline? Especially after I trusted her with so much information that I was hesitant to admit to myself! I was about to text Caroline when I remembered I had dropped my phone at Elijah's feet. Well, wasn't this turning out to be a great day!

"So are you avoiding my brother?" I looked up to find Damon lurking over me and I felt the need to shuffle backwards.

"No, I'm not. I just haven't seen him over the last few days!" Yes, lie, Elena, because that's the best thing to do in a situation like this! Damon raised one eyebrow and I knew he saw right through me.

"Really, because one Andie Starr told me that she drove you home after you and Stefan, um, 'did the dirty'." He smirks at me again and I groan and lean backwards with my head in my hands. Damn you, Andie Starr! I don't know how long I sat there in the darkness, but when I finally looked up I found not one pair of eyes, but two.

"Stefan," I sighed, although it came out as more of a groan. Memories of the other day's events flashed into my mind and I decided that I really had to learn to control the visual aspect of my brain.

"Elena. How are you feeling? I haven't heard from you since yesterday when you collapsed!" I heard the note of panic and concern slip into his voice and I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I've been too busy worrying about my feelings for Elijah to remember this wonderful man who cares so much about me! Or worrying about the other who looks like you? My inner demon reared its ugly head and I fought the urge to start crying again. I really had to get that under control as well!

"I'm fine Stefan; I've just been a little tired lately. Damon was about to take me home when I felt dizzy and had to sit down. Right, Damon?" I added the last past, daring him to disagree with me. I had really had enough of the brothers today, and I hadn't seen them for more than 20 minutes!

"Yes, I was going to drive her home but why don't you Stefan? I mean, you are her boyfriend after all." Damon smirked a he emphasised the word 'boyfriend'. I stood up abruptly, deciding that if I didn't get out of this house now, I never would. I stalked out of the house, half expecting both brothers to pull me back inside but only finding that Stefan emerged, I felt that I was safe. He walked over to his car and held the door open for me. Instead of a wave of gratitude this time, all I felt was anger. White, blinding hot anger and I threw myself into the car and slammed the door shut in Stefan's face before he had time to react. He came around to the driver's side and stepped in lightly. He shut the door and fastened his seatbelt before asking;

"Are you alright, Elena?" Was I alright? Was I Alright? How could he even ask me that question? What was I supposed to say? 'Yeah, Stefan, I'm fine, I'm just casually falling out of love with you and falling into it with your worst enemy, Elijah!'

Oh my god, I'm falling in love with Elijah!

The thought stopped me right in my tracks and caused me to take in a sharp breath. Stefan obviously heard me because he looked over nervously, as if he was expecting me to explode at any moment. In the state I was in I wasn't so sure that I wouldn't! Receiving no indication that I might be in pain or sorrow, he started the car and proceeded to drive me home as fast as his brother had driven me here.

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About 15 minutes later we were back at my place and, I noted with delight, that Jenna wasn't home. The car stopped, jolting me out of my thoughts and forcing me to open the door and stumble ungracefully out of it. Stefan came around to my side to see if I was alright, but I shook my head vigilantly, causing him to put his hands above his head in an almost surrender. I walked over to my front door and unlocked it, not even bothering to thank him for the ride home. I was too tired to care about manners, I only wanted sleep.

Well, and my mobile phone of course.

No sooner had I clambered up the stairs when the doorbell rang. I moaned and shifted my body back down the stairs to answer the door. I opened it and, when I found no-one on the other side, grumbled and moved to shut it again until I looked down. There at my feet were my purse and my phone. I couldn't help the surprised gasp that escaped my lips as I scrambled eagerly to grab them. I stumbled up the stairs excitedly after shutting the door and decided to sit down before fully appreciating having my babies back. I plonked myself down on the ledge by the window in my room and turned on my phone without hesitation. As my background appeared a light flashed on screen to let me know that I had a message. I opened it, figuring that it was probably just Stefan or Caroline, checking to see if I was okay.

Elena, it read;

You never answered my question.

E

I briefly wondered who it was from before I looked up at the top of the screen to see a name. I couldn't help but let out a small whimper as I realised that Elijah Mikaelsen was now listed as one of my contacts. I sat there for about 5 minutes wondering what I should do with myself before realising that I was being stupid and that he was probably expecting a reply.

Elijah,

You never asked me a question.

Elena

I sent the message before I had time to chicken out. I leaned my head back against the wall behind me and sighed. Now all I could do was wait for a reply. I was about to text Caroline when I remembered that I was mad at her for telling Damon about my involvement with Elijah. I considered texting Bonnie, but I knew that she would just take it to Damon and Stefan, and Damon on my case twice in one day was not what I needed! I looked down as I heard a buzzing sound and felt butterflies in my stomach as I realised he had replied to me. What was going on with me lately?

Well I assumed you'd ask me what my brother wants from you.

Elijah.

So short, yet so sweet. I inwardly cursed myself for acting this way yet again. I quickly sent a reply back, eager to get out of these dangerous waters.

Maybe I didn't ask because I don't want to know.

Elena

I went back to considering Caroline, believing that she was a much safer topic in my mind than Elijah. I thought about how angry I was with her for admitting my secret. I'd told her in the hope that she'd be supportive, not blabby! And when did she even have time to tell him?

Then it all clicked in my mind. She didn't have time to tell him. So therefore she couldn't have told him.

Oh, Damon you are gonna get it big time!

A loud buzzing noise jolted me from my evil schemes planning, and I looked down to find another message from Elijah.

It's probably safer that way. So, do you have any questions you would like to ask?

Elijah

I thought about his message thoroughly. I considered asking him why he tried to kidnap me in the first place when I remembered he had said that it was for my safety. I also considered asking him out just to see the response I would get! I snorted to myself loudly at the preposterousness of that situation. Like he and I would have anything to talk about anyway! Though ever since I had seen him the previous night I had begun to wonder what life might be like in his shoes. I was very curious to know what one does when they live for over a thousand years. I typed back a response promptly.

I have a lot of questions, but they aren't for asking over the phone

Elena

I sent it and chuckled to myself quietly. He would probably tell me to shove off, and say that he had better things to do. I was so absorbed in my thinking that I barely noticed my phone going off.

Well since you seem to be an early riser would you like to grab a bite to eat around 9am tomorrow? I'd happily answer any of your questions then, as I also have a few of my own.

Elijah

I found it very hard to breathe in that moment. I sat there, contemplating what he had just written. Elijah Mikaelsen, powerful and attractive original vampire, wanted to have breakfast with me, Elena Gilbert.

I was so screwed.

That sounds perfect. Where shall I meet you?

Elena

I hit send, still not fully believing the strange turn of events. I was still half-expecting him to reply that he was joking, until he responded back with precisely the opposite.

I shall meet you at the Grill. I very much looking forward to your company.

Elijah

I looked around my room in delight, seconds away from screaming. I ended up settling for a small jig instead, hearing Ric downstairs obviously attempting to make dinner.

I'll see you then.

Elena x

I realised my mistake too late. I normally send kisses to all of my friends as a gesture of friendship, but I was afraid the original vampire wouldn't take it so kindly. The last thing I wanted him to think was that I was mocking him. I banged my head backwards into the wall, frustrated with myself for ruining it. My phone buzzed again and I was hesitant to check the message. I decided to suck it up and just take a peek-if it was horrible, I would just delete it and pretend he never sent it.

Oh, and don't forget your phone and purse. ;)

Elijah x

This time I actually did let out a small scream, though, thankfully, no-one heard me. I jumped up from my sitting position and flopped down onto my bed, squealing in delight. I was meeting Elijah tomorrow morning for breakfast! In that moment I didn't care about Damon, or Caroline or Bonnie. I didn't even care about Stefan! I figure I would deal with the repercussions of this in the morning. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of sheer ecstasy coursing through my veins at the very mention of Elijah Mikaelsen. I was content to enjoy the feeling of falling in love.

Besides, how bad can the consequences be?

A:N/ Cliff-hanger folks! Did anyone catch my Elijah reference last chapter. "Incessant buzzing" ring a bell? ;) R&R