I gave writing an add on to this. . . Should I keep going?

Damon awoke feelings inside Elena. She headed up the stairs to her room after she left Damon outside. She had hidden them well, fighting them back by pushing herself to hope that Stefan would still be savable that there were hope, but Klaus took him away from her. Stefan was gone.

She didn't know what to feel now. Damon just shattered whatever wall she had put up between them. It was different than when she had kissed him. That was a final goodbye, with the thought that was the last time she would ever have with him again.

She knew that they would have to talk about this. She knew he would want to talk about this. Since the last time, he thought he had kissed her goodnight, he had wanted to discuss it, even though it turned out to be Katherine that had kissed him that night.

She whipped her head around when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. "Jeremy left." Ric told her. She nodded. Her brother was going to be safe. "Good." She told him.

"You okay?" Ric asked her stepping into her room a few feet. She nodded and turned away from him.

He sighed as he wanted to say something. "Elena,…" She turned her head toward him. "Damon and you," He started but she put up a hand to stop him from saying what he was going to say. "Nothing is going on between us." She defended herself. "Right," Ric said and nodded not believing a word of it. He had saw them kiss and his worry for Elena had grown stronger. Damon wasn't a good guy.

He turned to leave her room but before adding. "Don't let him push you into something." And left. She was about to say something until her phone started to ring and an Unknown caller number popped up on her phone.

"Hello?" She asked into her phone. "Hello sweetheart, let's have a chat." A cold voice said on the other end.

A knock at his door made him will himself to leave his couch. He haven't left it since her had came home that night before, after leaving Elena's. "You better not be a vampire or I'll rip your heart out without another thought." He said as he opened up the door. "Elena. . ." He didn't think he would be seeing her for a while.

"What put you in a bad mood," She muttered as she pushed passed him. "The normal," He snapped at her before he could hold his tongue.

"Klaus called me." She blurted out at him. He cocked his head at her. "When?"

"Last night," She stated as she made her way to the fireplace. "He didn't awake, Rebekah." She told him. "So you don't have to worry about her attacking me." She turned and looked at him and smiled sweetly at him.

"Don't." He told her. "Don't act like what you did was okay." "But she's not coming aft—""That's not the point Elena!" He screamed at her. He walked over to her. "Don't make deals with Klaus! If you get yourself killed by him then where will we be?" He asked her.

"He needs my blood, so he won't ki—"He cut her off again. "God Elena, don't be stupid. He can drain you till you have no blood left and never need your blood again! He only needs a drop to turn them." He roughly gripped her shoulder. "What happen to we're in this together? We will survive this? I can't survive this if you get yourself killed." His emotion was written all over his face. He let her go and turned away from her so he could mask his face into his indifference not caring look. "Go home Elena." He heard her take a step toward him.

"Last night, when you kissed me and I kissed you?" He didn't turn to look at her. "It didn't mean anything to me." He told her.

"Lie," She called him out but he didn't saying anything back. "Well it meant something to me." She said as she left.