"Oh shit," Elena screeched to herself as she dropped the dead body in panic and immediate disgust. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."

"You know, ladies shouldn't use that kind of language," Damon's playful voice came out of the shadows. "But that was an excellent kill, if I do say so myself."

Elena rounded on him, furious that he could be so glib about her taking another person's life. "How can you say something like that?! Why'd you let me kill him, weren't you watching me the whole time?"

Damon rolled his eyes, "Um, hello, I'm Damon Salvatore, vampire extraordinaire. Elena's boss and not her babysitter."

Damon's reaction to the situation did not improve Elena's mood at all and she grew increasingly angry. Ever since the Salvatores had come into her life, death had been on every corner. Well, even if they were so used to it, she refused to be so nonchalant about the end of another living thing. And where did he get off, telling her he was her boss? If he wasn't gonna help her deal with this what would being her boss entail? Just making sure she couldn't run away, no doubt.

As Elena continued to think about the situation, she grew more and more angry. Damon's amused eyes continued to watch her, and her vampire side came out from hiding. But as Elena's eyes strayed away from his increasingly annoying face, she caught her reflection in a puddle in the alleyway. Her narrowed eyes were rimmed with red, and veins were visible around them. She looked like a true vampire and it scared her. When she realized her anger towards Damon was really just for her own carelessness, her expression immediately softened and tears gathered in her eyes, though her previous anger was still visible. She sank to her knees and covered her face, unwilling to let Damon see her in such a state. Even her fangs had protruded in her fury.

Damon smiled genuinely and kneeled down beside her. He peeled her hands away from her face and put his own on both sides of her head. "Never hide who you are. Especially from me." He glided his finger under her eyes and stroked the area. Almost at once the redness and veins sank back into her flesh. His hands continued their way down and he lightly touched her fangs. "You are beautiful. This is nothing to be ashamed of. This is the best. This is right."

A tiny, shy smile appeared on Elena's face and it gradually grew bigger, as if showing off her enlarged canines. Damon, rapt with Elena's allure and predatory features, couldn't help but get distracted by it. He couldn't help but get distracted by her sparkling eyes, that turned devious in seconds. Or the way she tried to preserve her humanity, when really she never had any to begin with. He continued to notice the way she looked like she was born for vampirism, like she was incomplete before it. Her skin; now at an immaculate and fitting paleness. Her hair; gentle curls and shine replaced the artificial straightness that was always present in her human days. Damon couldn't help but pull Elena closer, lean in, and close the distance between their lips.

The kiss was soft and brief. Elena was surprised at first, but she quickly melted into it in response. She felt as though she had been waiting her whole life for this and this was the first taste she was getting. As they both got hungrier and hungrier for each other, the kiss grew fiercer and fiercer. Soon Elena was the one backed up against the wall and Damon was in control, as always. They both couldn't get enough of the simple kiss and, even though they both were aware of themselves wanting more, they pulled away from each other.

"Well," Damon said, that everlasting smirk still in place, "time to go meet Stefan!" He frowned in confusion and said, "Again."

Damon had convinced Elena to wait quietly outside so he could explain the situation.

"Now, little brother," Damon began calmly, "you have to be a perfect gentleman and be rational about this. This isn't easy for anyone." Damon rethought that, "Well, except for me."

Stefan just looked frustrated, "Damon what are you talking about? Where's Elena?"

"I asked her to wait outside."

"Why?"

"Because you should be introduced to the situation before it's thrown at you."

Stefan threw up his hands, "Well, what the hell is the situation?"

"You know, if you keep being rude, I might just change my mind and throw the situation at you."

Elena had enough of this; she was getting impatient. She appeared at the door with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed at Damon. "Oh, enough, Damon. He's not a child."

Damon threw his hands up in the air, mocking Stefan's earlier position, "And here come the situation."

Stefan, on the other hand, was ecstatic to see Elena alive (ish) and well. "Elena!" he shouted running over to her and throwing his arms around her.

Damon sighed in mock frustration and put his hand to his brow, "No one ever listens to me. This can't end well." He leered at them and strolled out of the room to give them 'privacy'.

In the beginning, Stefan took no notice of Elena's tentativeness towards and stiffness him. "I apologize profusely. That night... it wasn't supposed to go that way. You shouldn't be this way, I should have saved you. And I wasn't even there to see you feed1" Stefan just kept on rambling, not noticing Elena's bafflement. "I just was so... confused. I didn't know if you'd-"

"Stop!" Elena shouted, scrambling out of his arms and putting her hands on her head. "Just stop."

"Elena? What's wrong?"

"I just- I can't," Elena moaned sitting on the couch.

Stefan followed her and sat down beside her, "Can't what? What are you talking about? Do you feel okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Elena sighed and looked straight at Stefan's green eyes. "Look I don't know if you're supposed to be some important figure or something in my life, but, long story short, I don't know who you are!"

Stefan's eyebrows pulled together, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I can't remember you from my human life."

"What?!"

"I told you, situation!" Damon called from the other room before he sauntered back in, leaning on the doorway.

"But- but she remembers you!" Stefan pointed out looking at Damon.

"Weird, right?" Damon laughed gleefully. "She remembers every situation, it's just as though you were never there!"

"Hello, I'm right here!" Elena pointed out, growing annoyed.

Stefan turned back to Elena, "What do you know about the graveyard."

Rolling her eyes, Elena answered, "I only know that I was there for the grimoire before Damon showed up and," she gestured to herself, "this happened."

"I was there. Digging in the grave."

"Well, I don't remember that obviously."

Stefan's expression closed off and he stood up, "Elena, can I come see you later? I assume you'll be at you're house?"

"Yeah, and sure," Elena look pityingly at Stefan.

"I just need to sort some things out." And with that, he left.

"Well," Damon started, "t hat was dramatic. It's like a soap opera 24/7." He grabbed Elena's hand and started to lead her out the house again, "Now lets go get you settled in."