Chapter Ten

Elena Gilbert opened her eyes and she felt weird. Like she'd had a really deep sleep but...like she had a hangover or something. She'd only had a hangover once or twice in her young life, When Caroline had snuck alcohol up to her room on one of their many girly sleepovers. Not that Caroline would be coming over much anymore after the last sleep over they had had.

Her memory was very vague but she had a sense that she was moving. Looking up slowly she realised she was in a car, but she had no memory of how she got there or where she was, or who she was with for that matter.

"Damon?" For a moment she thought that her eyes were tricking her. What could she possibly be doing in a car with Damon?

"Damon, we need to stop the car. Can you explain to me what we're doing? Why am I in a car with you? What's going on? Where am I?"

"Elena, how much do you remember?" he asked her.

"There was a man... ran him over. Oh my God we have to go back."

"We can't go back. We're in Georgia."

That silenced her for a moment and she turned to stare out of the window. Green fields were rolling by them as the car sped along the empty road. "Are we really in Georgia? We can't be in Georgia Damon. I need to call my aunt Jenna she doesn't know where I am..."

Elena hesitated. Something in her memory had been triggered. "I'm adopted," she murmured. She should be hating her aunt right now...she wasn't really her aunt at all. "I still need to let her know I'm ok. Although..."

"You don't want to," Damon finished for her, slowly pulling over to the side of the road, but this time Elena didn't get out.

She shook her head. "No. And Stefan told me things. Things about me and Katherine...I told him I hated him. I'm supposed to be hating the both of you. I can't be around you."

"Elena there are things that I have to tell you too. Things that will make all of this make sense...I'm just not sure how to. I can turn this car around right now, but would it solve anything? You deserve the chance to have some fun and clear your head. And even if you hate me...you can't deny that you can still have some fun with me."

She looked confused. "But I don't know you well enough to know that Damon. I've only really spoken to you a few times and you always seem to be the silent loner type."

"That's one side of me yes. Look we're in Georgia to look up an old friend of mine who might be able to help me," although since then he had saved Lexi, which meant Bree wouldn't be betraying him by telling Lexi's old boyfriend that he was in her bar. And he wasn't on a hunt for a way to open the tomb so he didn't really need to see Bree at all. But Lexi's boyfriend could still turn up at any moment and that would be awkward. They could actually have some fun for a change and not have to worry about being in danger all the time.

Elena sighed in exasperation and actually threw up her hands. "Ok fine. But this still counts as kidnapping Damon. Don't think that just because I'm agreeing with you it means that I've forgotten who you really are. You've killed people without remorse and...you're evil."

"I'm not the only one who's evil," Damon muttered underneath his breath but Elena still heard him and she stiffened at the comment.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, not able to believe that he spoke out loud.

He pulled up outside the bar and they could hear the music blaring out from the door. He had suddenly parked the car and was out the other side opening her car door in the blink of an eye.

Inside the bar it was darker then she had expected and there were hardly any customers. "This is your idea of fun?" She murmured as Bree came and gave Damon a very warm welcome indeed.

Eventually though, Damon had persuaded her to have a beer and the bar wasn't so bad after all...especially when they started choosing the music. He made funs out of her choice in music but she was just as merciless with his choices too, and soon she was forgetting all about Stefan and being adopted and even the reason why she was here in a bar with Damon in the first place. His sense of fun and adventure was becoming infectious and she was almost feeling free for the first time in...a while. They laughed and joked and played pool, all the while with Bree looking on with a smirk on her face.

"Could it actually be that you are having fun?" he asked her as they stepped outside for some fresh air. The alcohol had gotten to her head making her feel slightly dizzy. Now that she thought about it, probably not such a good idea after being in a car accident the night before.

"I used to be a fun person," she murmured, her words slightly blurred. "I was capable of fun. Before...all of this. All the lies and everything. I can't believe my family would do this to me. That Stefan would do this to me. Crap, I was supposed to be forgetting him Damon. He has caused me so much...pain lately. Relationships are not suppose to be like this, they are supposed to be fun. And at first it was fun, exciting and new and it helped me. But now, so much has happened."

She paused and looked up at him. "I'm sorry. You don't need a play by play of our relationship. But I have to talk about it because it's confusing me. How am I supposed to act when we get back home? If we ever go back there." She found herself moving closer to Damon, taking comfort from him. This surprised her. She wouldn't have thought that she was capable of feeling anything for him, despite the dreams she had been having lately.

She shivered and he wrapped his arm around her, thinking that so far this was going so much better then last time.

She looked into his eyes for a long time, wondering if he was compelling her to do this, to be thinking how nice it would be. That maybe Damon would be able to make her forget everything for real.

Their lips met in a haze of confusion, it happened so quickly that she was overtaken with a rush of emotions. The thrill of excitement rushed through her and the rush of guilt. But some how she couldn't pull away.

She could never tell how long the kiss went on for and when they at last pulled away from each other she was left breathless. "Damon," she murmured.

"i wasn't compelling you," he promised her instantly. "I promised that I wouldn't. I keep my promises."

"I know. It's just...that shouldn't of happened. I've only just broken up with Stefan...it doesn't feel right does it feels wrong"

But she was lying to herself. It a felt more right then anything else had in her life. Especially since she had felt...she had seen something that...

"Elena," he started to speak but then stopped and looked away.

"I don't mean to hurt you Damon," she said to him, laying a hand on his arm.

"That's funny. Considering all the people that I've hurt, you don't want to hurt me? I don't deserve you to even be talking to me. You don't have to worry about me."

But she did worry. She had seen something when they had kissed. It was like a flash of ...she could only describe it as a vision. Like the visions Bonnie sometimes had. But this wasn't of the past or present. She knew that this was in the future.

It was a dark future. She barely recognised Mystic Falls. It looked like a rundown town, graffiti and broken glass on the pavement, broken windows in buildings and hardly any town's people lived there anymore.

She had seen all those she knew and loved were dead...except for Damon.

How could she explain what she and seen? Why had she seen it when they kissed and what did it all mean? Should she tell him?

She had also seen Stefan...he looked different and he had scared her. He had been with Katherine and they had been killing...and then he had looked up and seen her staring at him in horror and then she had stopped the kiss with Damon.

It hadn't been that she was thinking of Stefan the whole time she had been kissing Damon, somehow this was something that Damon wanted her to know. Something he was showing her. Somehow they had a link between them, but she didn't know what it was. But this changed everything. Nothing would be the same after this.

He looked up at her, her silence had lasted too long. "Elena, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry Damon," she stood up suddenly. "But I think it's time to go home now."

She could see a coldness in his eyes that she wanted to kiss away. She wanted to take away all of his pain. She knew without a doubt that he wasn't the same Damon that Stefan knew, he had changed. But how would she even begin to tell him that she knew, or make everyone else see it?

Even though she had barely spoken to this man, she felt that she knew him and that she would always know him. That she had always known him.

She would find a way to sort this all out.

TBC

Sorry about the delay I have started writing the next chapter it should be up soon! Please leave a review to let me know you are still enjoying this! I'm missing vampire Diaries want new episodes to watch lol. Don't know when it will be back on TV in the UK though