What the hell happened to me, one minute Damon was drinking me, I knew for sure that I died, and then I'm waking up.

"What's going on?" I asked to anyone who was listening. I rubbed my aching head; the light that shone through the windows was blindingly bright, making my head pound.

"You died." That voice, it was Lee's. What was he doing here and what did he mean I died. That would mean I was a…

"You're a vampire, darling." He said as if knowing my thoughts.

I cried. Damon had done this to me. He had fed me his blood after my accident, and then had to be an ass and kill me because he couldn't take the truth.

"Where is that asshole?" I screamed, not feeling like myself.

Someone laid a hand on my shoulder, "Calm down Elena, your emotions are getting the best of you right now."

It was Bree. Did Damon leave me in Georgia?

I took a few cleansing breaths, trying to calm my whirl wind of emotions.

"To answer your question, Damon left after he realized what he did. We will help you if you chose to complete the transition." Lee said in the softest tone I've heard him use so far.

Wait transition, did I want to be a vampire?

Could I be one? Would I go home or stay here?

My head pounded harder, synchronizing with the heart beat in the room.

Oh my god I could hear Bree's heart beating.

Against my will I walked closer to the sound, wanting nothing more than to sink my teeth in the pulse point and let the intoxicating liquid flow down my throat.

Seeing where my thoughts were headed I shook my head, trying to clear them. Bree helped me, she was my ally, and she wasn't my food.

"I need something, I'm so hungry." I was speaking as if I couldn't get a coherent thought through.

"Here" Lee tossed me something, it smelled divine. Without a second thought I ripped into it letting the contents sooth my aching throat. As soon as the comfort set in, pain replaced it. My gums were on fire, and then moments later the pain receded.

Sliding my finger over my teeth where my gums hurt I tasted blood. Pulling back my finger, it was sliced open. Duh I had fangs now.

Lee appeared in front of me, blocking my view from the human in the room.

"Well I guess that solves that dilemma." I half joked, with a chuckle that soon turned into a sob.

What the heck was wrong with me, all I wanted to do was cry, eat, and rip Damon's head off.

"Like Bree said, your emotions are going to be a little hay wired. You will feel things to the extreme. If you are angry, it will become all consuming. They can also switch suddenly, like right now. From ok one minute to crying the next. It's all normal." Lee explained in a soft even tone.

Would they allow me to stay here with them or would they take me back to Mystic Falls? I know they said they would help, but for how long? I mean why would they help me? I came here with Damon, who tried to kill Bree and killed Lexi.

"Why are you helping me?" I sniffled.

Lee came closer to me, resting his hands on my shoulders, "Because, it's the right thing to do."

I couldn't help it, I wrapped my arms around his middle and cried like there was no tomorrow. I grieved for my human life that I no longer had. I cried for my family that wouldn't get to see me anytime soon. I was angry with Damon for taking my choices away, for him making me something that I never wanted to be.

Lee awkwardly returned the embrace, but I didn't care if he had. He was allowing me to get all my emotions out of the way, he was letting me mourn- something a lot of vampires don't do. To most vampires emotions are a weakness but I had a feeling that Lee was an exception because of Lexi. She encouraged Stefan to embrace his humanity, not hide from it. Elena could only assume that Lee was the same way.

Soon, all my tears vanished and I felt loads better but I stilled stayed in his arms, feeling the most safe I had ever felt. It was odd, crazy even. How I could feel so at ease with a practical stranger, a stranger who chose to help me when someone who was supposed to be my friend wouldn't. It was honorable of him.

I pulled from his arms, feeling off kilter when I stood without him holding me up.

"So how is this going to work?" I asked, needing to know if I was going home or not. I hoped not, I wasn't ready to face Damon or see my aunt Jenna.

"I will be taking you to my place and I will help you learn to control yourself." Lee stated. His arms were now folded across his chest.

"And where might your place be?" I was being nosy.

He shrugged.

"You'll find out." He smiled.

"Alright anyone want a shot? It's on the house." Bree said breaking the odd thickness that layered the room.

"I'm in." I chirped, suddenly back to being happy.

Lee rolled his eyes but sat on the stool.

I couldn't help but think how cute he was when he rolled his eyes like that, or how sexy he looked with his arms folded across his muscular chest. He had the kind of build that promised toned muscles underneath that bad boy clothing he wore. A darker side of me wanted to rip his clothes off and do naughty things with him.

I was on the verge of literally smacking myself, if I couldn't stop thinking like I was. I took a few calming breaths, something that was becoming frequent, and let the images pass. I couldn't think of him like that, he was helping me and that was that.

A/N I'm guessing no one is as stoked as I am about a Lee/Elena story. Oh well. Review please.