Elena was in the front room, pacing, close to having a panic attack. She was wearing her jeans and shirt again, almost looking like she and Stefan hadn't seen each other yet. She had read the note fifteen times if she'd read it once, and the more she read it the more faults she noticed. Damon would never talk like that, ever, and the writing...damn, the writing looked familiar but she didn't know why. She sighed, and let a shriek slip when she felt hands on her waist.

"Whoa." Stefan chuckled before his eyes turned concerned. "You okay?"

"No," She said sadly, handing Stefan 'Damon's' note. He shook his head. "What about it? This is a good thing, Elena."

"A good thing?" She echoed with disbelief. "Stefan, Damon's gone! He doesn't even talk like that. To whom it may concern? He would tell me goodbye himself."

Stefan's brows furrowed. "What makes you think that?"

"I think that because..." he's in love with me. Isobel said he was in love with her, and now that she almost said that aloud, she started to believe it. He was in love with her, and now that she thought about it, it was blatantly obvious. And she loved him too, the thought was surfacing, and it scared her.

"Because?" Stefan pried.

"I just know, Stefan. He's my friend." Elena started pacing again.

"He killed your brother, Elena," Stefan stated. "He's tried to kill Jeremy, and Bonnie, and Caroline, and he killed my friend. He killed Lexi to save himself. He's a monster, Elena."

"You're no better," She hissed.

"Excuse me?" He asked, eyes wide.

"You said it yourself, you were worse." It was mean, to bring that up, but she was mad that he didn't care what had happened to his own brother.

"Elena..I was in a dark place, I -"

"Killed your father and your brother, I know." She shook her head, waving her hand dismissively.

"What's gotten into you?" He asked, looking like she just slapped him.

"I..." She sighed, thankful for the knock on the door interrupting her false apology.

Stefan had the look of an abused puppy, and Elena sighed again when he opened the door. Maybe she should apologize...

"Brady," Stefan said, moving aside and gesturing for the man to come in.

"Stefan, Elena," He said, nodding to both of them politely before looking at Stefan again. "Where is it?"

"Basement," Stefan replied. "First door over."

He nodded again and smiled sweetly at Elena before jogging down the stairs.

"Who is he?" Elena whispered, even though he was out of earshot.

"He works with Sheriff Forbes," Stefan said. "Damon and her are friends, so he's hear to get some vervain.."

She sighed. "Fine."

"Elena.." He swallowed. "I.."

"I need some air," She interrupted, pushing past Stefan and out on the porch. Damn me, she thought. She should've said sorry. He looked so upset over what she just said. She didn't want to hurt him, really, she didn't. But the note had her so worried and the way he just didn't seem to care at all made her so mad. Sympathy wasn't really on her list of emotions right now.

"Dammit, Damon," She sighed, hiding her face in her hands, scared to death.

ASAP for me apparently equals a month. I'm so sorry it's taken so long, guys, I got wrapped up in a different story. For real, now, I will be updating this one! =]
(sorry this is so short, by the way.)