Chapter 4: Jonathan Gilbert's journal still lingered at the back of Damon's head, for the next week. He had to find it; in it would tell him where the Grimoire is. Damon knew that he would have to work quickly into figuring out where this journal is. But still, with last night's date still lapping up his attention span, he had laid off his searching for one day. Stefan had been closely studying his brother that day, and he still saw determination to get his hands on the diary. And what Damon wanted, he would get and it was all Stefan could do to attempt to stop him.

Elena stopped by that day, and it was to her annoyance that Stefan had stepped out, and she was stuck with waiting with Damon.

"What were you doing at the grill last night?" Elena demanded. Damon shrugged,

"On a date," he said, grinning at her. Elena crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him.

"I don't get you. Aren't you looking for that journal of my ancestor's? And by using that you're going to find the Grimoire and open Katherine's tomb? Why are you going on dates?"

"Since when did you care?"

"I don't! It's just Stefan promised to help you..." Elena said, trying not to meet Damon's eye.

"Can I really trust him?" Damon smirked, noticing how Elena averted her gaze. So, she had dropped an involuntary hint, that his brother was indeed not trustworthy.

"Yes," she said pushing past him. Damon nodded.

"Because if he tries to stop me...it's not even worth saying," Damon said, tossing his feet upon the table. He brushed a strand of hair from Elena's face. "I just don't want to hurt poor Stefan too badly." Elena glared at him and walked away, just as Stefan walked in. "Oh good, company. To finish our threesome." Elena and Stefan ignored Damon, and rushed away. Damon let out a laugh, just as his phone rang. Damn it, he thought, frowning at the number. It was from Blair.

"Blair?" he mumbled into the phone.

"Damon!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to hear from someone...I'm so bored in this hospital room!"

"My deepest condolences," Damon said sarcastically. "What do you want me do, contact the cops. Blair Waldorf is bored...oh my, what a shame."

"Hilarious. No, but seriously. Why don't you come tonight?"

"Uh-huh, yeah. Why should I go to you, when I have better things to take care of."

"Fine, I'll come to you then."

"You can have fun, with that."

"I will. See that's where your habit of having sex with pretty girls, comes in."

"Since I can't resist..." Damon grinned. Poor Blair, because tonight she was going to learn that Damon had a bigger addiction, than his "addiction' to sex. Oh...human blood...the taste....

"Then, I'll see you then."

"Bye," he said, hanging up the phone. He looked around, when a thought struck him. The journal...Jeremy Gilbert had done a history project....a girl named Anna. Damon smirked, realizing that he might be closer to the journal, then he thought...