Elena woke slowly, frowning and squeezing her eyes shut against the morning sunlight; she'd had the strangest dream last night, where an old hag pushed her into a fountain and she had ended up in some random town that was filled with… with vampires, of all things! A small smile found its way to her lips; the dream hadn't been all bad, though. She had been rescued from one of the more horrible vampires by an extremely handsome young man, with crow black hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen…

Her smile slowly faded to a look of confusion though. Why was the light coming from her left? It always shone in from her right in the mornings…

Her brown eyes snapped open in surprise, and she was shocked to notice that she wasn't in her own bedroom, but in a large, extravagant guest room. She wasn't even in her own bed; it was about three times bigger than hers, with silky black sheets.

It wasn't a dream, she remembered, sitting up in shock, I'm in Damon Salvatore's house, sleeping in his guest room. Sleeping in another vampire's guest room.

Elena hugged herself, suddenly with fear creeping into her stomach. Last night she had been too tired and confused to really be… scared. But now that she had slept through the night, she realized that she was terrified. Terrified of being so far from home, in some random guy's house. She jumped in shock when there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she asked nervously.

"It's Caroline; I brought you breakfast."

Elena then remembered she wasn't entirely alone; Damon had a friend who lived with him. A friend her own age. She sighed in relief, "Come in."

The door opened and Caroline poked her blonde head in, smiling, "Did you sleep alright?"

Elena nodded, giving a small laugh, "No one tried to eat me again."

Caroline smiled and walked over, placing a tray with toast and jam, cereal, and a waffle before Elena with a glass of orange juice on the side. "Don't tell Damon I let you use to orange juice; he likes to save it for his drinks."

Elena raised an eyebrow, "His drinks?"

"Yeah… Damon is kind of a recovering alcoholic who doesn't want to get better? You know, like the kind of person who says I can quit any time I want, but just chooses not to?"

Elena gave a small laugh, "Yeah, I get it. Don't worry; I won't tell him. If he finds out, he might drink from me instead."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about Damon; he won't hurt you. If he was going to, he already would have last night instead of bringing you here."

Elena nodded, not entirely believing her. She picked up the toast and took a bite, "Thanks for the breakfast."

Caroline nodded, "Of course. If you need anything, just call me, okay?"

Elena nodded as she swallowed, and Caroline stood up and left the room, leaving Elena to her thoughts. Once she had finished her breakfast, Elena decided it would probably be best to take a shower. After all, she had been soaking wet when Damon found her last night; she wasn't exactly positive it had only been water, either, seeing as though her only memories were of an old hag pushing her into a fountain. For all she knew, she could have been drugged and coated with gasoline. She sniffed her arm; nope, it didn't smell like gas. Then again, she could still be hallucinating; vampires? It was all too ridiculous…

Elena stood up and grabbed the clothes Caroline had lent her, walking out into the hallway, "Hey, Caroline?"

She jumped in shock when the blonde girl was in front of her in less than two seconds, "Yeah?"

"Um… where's your shower?"

"Oh," Caroline smiled and pointed down the hall, "Second door on the right."

Elena nodded in thanks and started down the hall, opening the door and walking inside, shutting the door and locking it behind her. Once in the safety of the bathroom, she took of her borrowed pajamas and walked over to the shower, turning on the water and stepping in. She sighed as the warm water hit her skin; it seemed to help sooth her nerves and fear. She could also think more clearly at the steam aided in clearing her head; how was she going to get home? She had no idea where Mystic Falls was, and she certainly didn't know how to get there from Fell's Church, little more how to get to Fell's Church from Mystic Falls. Reaching across the shower she picked up a bottle of shampoo and squeezed its contents into her hand, beginning to massage it into her scalp. As she did this, she began to worry; Jeremy. He had to be worried sick about her, if not out on his own searching for her, getting into trouble. Another thought occurred to her, and her eyes widened in shock when she remembered Stefan. She had been heading to their date when… whatever happened to her happened, and she wound up here. Was he out searching for her as she… showered? The thought soothed her a bit, and she let out a relieved sigh, shutting off the water and stepping out, grabbing a thick, soft red towel from a hook and wrapping it around herself.

Elena glanced around the room, and cursed herself when she realized she hadn't brought the clothes into the bathroom with her; she must have dropped them in surprise when Caroline had appeared so suddenly. Deciding it would just be best to go grab them quickly and dash for her room, Elena unlocked the bathroom door and started to run outside. She squealed in shock when she ran into someone and flew forward, the both of them landing on the hard floor with a thud, their legs tangling together. She realized that she was gaping, wide eyed, into the wide clear blue eyes of Damon Salvatore, who was only wearing a pair of black pants and nothing else. Elena's cheeks turned a fierce shade of scarlet, "Oh, my goodness; I'm so sorry!"

Damon's eyes were still wide as he gaped up at the girl on top of him, wearing only a towel; his towel. "Uh…" he managed to get out, and both of them turned their heads when a disgusted voice grabbed their attention.

"Oh, my God," a tall, blonde British woman spat out, her face one of true disgust. Damon's eyes widened even more so, shocked to see her standing there, "Rebekah!"

He turned back to Elena, who was still poised on top of him, and he quickly pushed her off, "Bekah, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"

She turned on her heal and began to stalk away, "Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like, Damon; typically, when a girl is dripping wet on top of you in your towel, it means that you're cheating on me!" Rebekah sniffed the air as she reached the stairs, and her disgusted look grew even more so, "You're cheating on me with a human?"

"I'm not cheating on you with her! I just met her last night…!"

"Oh, because that makes it so much better!" Rebekah spat at him, storming down the stairs.

"Rebekah, nothing happened! She was lost; I was only helping her…!"

"Helping her what? Find her way into your bed? Or did you just skip straight into the shower?" Rebekah hissed at him when she reached the front door, yanking it open.

"Rebekah, I swear…!"

"Oh, save it, Damon; I don't even care what the hell you do. I can just as easily find someone to replace you."

"Replace me? Rebekah…!" Damon called, and frowned when she stormed out, slamming the door in his face.

Caroline was standing in the living room entrance, looking baffled, "What happened…?"

"She happened!" Damon snapped, pointing up the stairs as he stomped back up to where Elena was still lying in shock, the vampire couple having had their fight in only seconds, what with their speed. "You need to go," he spat, "Now. I'm taking you into town, and we're going to find your stupid little town, and get you the hell out of my house!"

He then stormed into his bedroom to dress, slamming the door behind him. Elena jumped and turned to Caroline, who seemed to be trying not to laugh. Elena bit her lip, "Who was that…?"

"Rebekah," Caroline explained, "Damon's girlfriend for all intents and purposes."

Elena bit her lip, "She thinks we slept together, doesn't she?"

Caroline laughed, "Ya think? Oh, don't worry about it; she still doesn't trust me around him. Don't feel bad; Rebekah has been searching for an excuse to break up with him for weeks now."

Elena frowned in confusion as she picked up her clothes and followed Caroline down the hall back to the guest room, "Why?"

"She just likes to be dramatic. They'll be back together by tomorrow, I guarantee it."

Elena nodded, hoping she was right; if, after all Damon had done for her, she was the reason his girlfriend left him… she would feel horrible.

Caroline giggled, "You look like you feel horrible; don't. Damon will get over it. It's his fault, anyway. He should watch where he's going when he knows his girlfriend is in the house."

She turned, still giggling, and left the room, shutting the door.

Elena sighed and grabbed a hairbrush that was sitting on one of the dressers, pulling it through her long wet hair before getting dressed and heading downstairs. Damon was standing by the door, keys in hand, clad in his leather jacket. Clearly he was waiting for her.

"Good, you're ready; let's go."

She finished descending the stairs, a bit confused, "Where are we going?"

"The library. We're going to find wherever it is that you live, and get you back there; today."

Elena brightened, "Really?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes. The last thing I need is another incident like the last one; I'll be lucky if Rebekah shows up here ever again."

Elena bit her lip as she reached his side, "I'm really sorry about that… I don't even know what happened…"

Damon sighed and opened the door, gesturing her out, "Forget about it; it was my own fault. But it's not going to happen again."

She nodded and walked out into the morning sunshine, and her eyes widened in shock when Damon stepped out behind her, "Wait! If you're a… you know, how are you walking in the sunlight?"

Damon walked past her toward his car and waggled his ring finger; Elena noticed a bulky silver ring with a dark blue stone set in it. Come to think of it, Caroline had been wearing a more dainty ring with the same stone.

"Oh," she said, "How does it work?"

"A witch spelled it for me over a hundred years ago."

Elena's eyes widened as he got in the car, and she got in after him, "A witch? You mean witches are real, too?"

"Yup; so are werewolves, but you should seriously hope you never meet one of those. That would be worse than meeting an entire group of Jacks."

Elena nodded, a bit stunned as he turned on the car and pulled out of the long driveway. Frowning at the silence, Damon turned on the radio. "Ooh," he grinned, "Taylor Swift."

Elena giggled in surprise, "You like Taylor Swift? You're a vampire, and you like Taylor Swift?"

Damon grinned, "I have an unflinching ability to listen to her," he then began to sing along with the song that way playing, and Elena giggled, "Our song is a slamming screen door, sneaking out late tappin' on your window, when you're on the phone and you talk real slow, 'cause it's late and your mama don't know…"

He grinned at her, "What? Is it so bad that I like Taylor Swift?"

"No," Elena grinned, "I like Taylor Swift, too. I just wouldn't expect you to."

"Yeah," Damon grinned, "Nobody ever does. I think it's Caroline's fault that I listen to it; she's probably the biggest undead Taylor Swift fan… not alive."

Elena grinned; Caroline really was just like a regular teenager, who had her life ripped away from her by a… well, psychopath. Elena shuddered; that had nearly been her fate, too. "Thank you, again," she said to him, and he turned to her as he drove, "What for?"

"For saving my life last night. I can never repay you for what you did for me…"

"Aw, don't worry about it, sweetheart; it's like I told you. It gave me the perfect opportunity to kill Jack. The vampire slayers of Mystic Falls thank you, Miss Gilbert."

She giggled as he pulled into the parking lot of a large brick building, "Is this the library?"

"Yep," Damon nodded, "Let's go see if we can get you home."