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Summary: She has a demon, eating her from the inside. She needs saving before she becomes one of the worst things she would hate to ever turn into. Who will save her?

Author's Note: Hey guys I'm back! I want to start off and say this chapter was betaed by: LoveIsBlindess! Thanks so much for betaing, its a sliver of the reason why I haven't updated. I want you guys to read more easily...so you can thank LoveIsBlindess for that! ^^ Also I want to give credit to Expressionista because she is editing all the older chapters to keep the story nice and clean for newer readers.

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Elena wanted to destroy him, tear him in half and laugh while his blood spilled onto the floor.

She wanted to humiliate him, make him beg, make him feel everything she felt herself, and then spit in his face.

He was the bug under foot, and she wanted to crush him just to show him his place. He deserved to feel the pain she went through that night, the terror…she wanted to teach it to him, teach him what it was like to be in that place she had been.

She wanted him to feel….

Helpless.

Regret.

Fear.

Humiliation.

Elena wanted to see him on his knees…begging for mercy just so that she could smile sickly sweet and smash him to pieces. To torture him, or even chew him up and spit him back out once she was satisfied.

Damon had the decency to call her a backstabber when she basically had no choice in what happened. When he, himself, had part in it!

It was his fault!

God damned hypocrite.

Her fists tightened, a deadly animalistic snarl left her lips while she sneered up into him, baring her pointy incisors, meeting his vampiric features. Licking her lips, she tensely freed her fingers as she neared him even closer; close enough that their noses almost touched.

Damon was seething, it was hard to miss the hostility etched into his vampire-like features and the heavy, harsh breaths emitting from him.

His body shook and heaved with every breath.

There we go, get angry.

Her blood-lust was boiling, growing hot and sweet.

Elena could almost taste it on her tongue, and the burn in her throat from her growing thirst was scorching sweet. "I stabbed you in the back? That's so…"

"What?" He met eyes with the same vampiric features that mirrored his own.

With a snap she transitioned, "You're a hypocrite! You stabbed me in the back!" Damon slammed his hand against the wall nearby her, and hissed at her. His fangs gleamed in the darkness, and his eyes filled with red contrasting the cerulean of his eyes while his face reflected the dark anger inside.

"Shut Up!"

He was seething.

Elena hissed back at him, and they both glared at each other with burning, vehement malevolence.

The sound of it made him clench his teeth together. Hypocrite? How in the hell was he the hypocrite in this thing!

She was the one who offered the friendship he took just for that moment instead of her love which she still denied.

He didn't turn her into this.

She ran away, not him.

She was the one who disappeared…didn't she get how panicked he was after that phone call?

Did she even care?

The hell, it seemed like it.

She's just playing with you now, like you're just a toy.

Just the thought of that night sent icy chills into his bloodstream and made his chest hurt.

That night he was beyond scared. Her screams still clear as day in his mind with that dirty bastard laughing. That night he had so badly wanted it to be him taking the hurt instead of her; he wanted to die for her because it sounded like she was dying. The girl he treasured most was breaking, and it broke him and it even had caused him a bout of nightmares.

Damon had searched for her, and it was like she fell of the face of the earth. When Damon thought he had a lead, it slipped through his fingers.

Even Stefan had helped but, eventually, stopped soon after saying it was useless, and she had to be dead. He knew she had to be alive and she was…in an undead alive way.

Why the hell was Elena pointing the finger at him? And for what?

It was then the little sneer she sent his way, shocked him again through the haze of his red anger.

Was this what Elena had become?

It angered him to see the girl he thought he knew so well to be so much like Katherine. As if she was her.

Just the thought of that or the sound of her name made him furious, and give him a craving to punch a hole in the wall. It made him want to break things, and seeing her act the way she was at the moment made his anger burn white hot. The anger burned so hot in him that he began to shake, and his breaths were heavy and harsh.

In his mind the predator labelled her enemy.

He felt the desire to hurt her seriously in a long time and it made something in him grow cold.

"Aw, sweetie are we getting a little angry. You're all shaky honey." Elena cooed, sickly sweet with a wide sneer.

Damon's face grew darker, his hands became fists. She was baiting him.

"I told you to shut it," he whispered, deadly. Which only provoked Elena, because in return to his comment she gently trailed her fingers down his face.

"And like I told you, make me."

Snarling, he forcefully grabbed her wrist and took a step back which forced her to fall forward, just before she caught herself in time. It was then when he took in a deep breath nosily through his nose to just keep one sliver of self control, that he noticed it. He smelled it.

It was all over her.

This sent him over the edge in anger, and he growled deadly, the veins in his face darkening further as well ignoring the snarky smirk set on Elena's lips.

It was a scent.

Male.

Confusion and anger shot into his bloodstream.

Elena watched silently as emotions played across his face, and the one that stuck out to her was confusion.

A brow lifted questioningly as her mouth set into an amused smirk.

"You know Damon, I don't get why you're all flustered. I mean…I'm not telling any lies by calling you a hypocrite. You are a backstabber, you're just mad that I said it to your face. You're mad that you can't admit it's true, out loud."

A snarl reached her lips, and she furiously inhales.

She continued to provoke him – she wanted him to be angry like she was. "You did, after all, have your part in what happened that night."

"What are you talking about?" he spat out.

"Ugh, Damon, don't play dumb." She rolled her eyes, pushing him back so forcefully he stumbled back a few steps; both in surprise and by her own force.

She slowly took one step towards him, and kept with pushing him back south.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Another step.

"Oh, don't be cute. Don't you remember, darling?" Push, another step back.

"I'm talking about the night I became this…" she hissed sharply.

One more aggressive push and his back hit the wall. Her foot had stepped in the blood, but she hardly acknowledged it.

Seductively, she slithered towards him with full-out vampire features, and shot out her right hand to his neck. Grinning, she spoke in a sickly sweet voice. "I feel so heartbroken that you don't remember. I mean, it was the anniversary of my death… and it's all your fault I became one of the undead. You made me a vampire, Mr. Salvatore." Tightening her grip around his throat while non-to gently digging her fingers into the flesh, she smirked at his further confused features.

In a mocking action, she brushed her fingers across his face, and leaned in. Slowly, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his while her other hand pinned his shoulder against the wall.

Her tongue darted out to flick across his lips, and she heard a sharp exhale as she stared into his icy cerulean eyes the whole time of these ministrations. Her fingers -belonging to the arm pinning his shoulder to the wall- dug through the flimsy material of his clothing, and she saw him tense with an emotion indescribable

Slowly, Elena dragged her fingernails down the flesh of his throat, and watched as the blood fell. Pulling back she fluttered her lashes and smiled. More confusion burnt in his eyes.

Swooping for one more mockingly sweet kiss, she let it linger for awhile until she dragged her lips down the length of his throat while her tongue lightly followed the trail. Smiling against his flesh, Elena pulled back slowly and looked him in the eyes again, putting on a sweet demeanour that was so convincing it appeared to rattle Damon.

Her words left her lips soft, sweet and forgiving. "But you know Damon, it's okay. This way we have each other for the rest of our lives. So, I forgive you." Sighing, she stepped back and turned around.

"What?" Damon asked, still sounding confused.

With her back turned, her sweet smile turned sour and vindictive.

"Its okay, forget about it, and just forget about what I just said." She sighed softly.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is…I love you." Elena heard another sharp breath leave him, and stared at the pool of blood taking in the red.

A burning in her throat appeared, tickling it and causing her to lick her lips in hunger. Already?

Her gums began to tingle, and as well in a plea for her fangs to be released; they were giving her the urge to bite into something

"Are you being serious?" he asked.

"Of course…you said it yourself. That I can't admit it to myself. I was too scared back then to just say it out loud, and in doing so I feel like a weight had been lifted. You've stolen my heart, Damon. Forget about those words I said. Those were all said in the heat of the moment…I was just so angry for you saying all of those things that I lashed out." She put her hands behind her back and balanced her weight on the balls of her feet, tipping slightly back and forth. She was trying to make herself look vulnerable.

"So will you forgive me?"

"Elen-"

"No, just please tell me if you do or not. I need to know, I don't want to hear anything else. I can't take the rejection. Don't break my heart."

Damon sighed, and she heard him shuffle taking a few steps towards her before stopping.

"I forgive you, Elena, but that doesn't mean I trust you right now."

"I'm sorry, Damon. I promise…I'll try to make up for this. I can't live without you in my life."

She knew Damon wasn't stupid, so she needed to keep the act going as long as she could for this moment. And then…when the moment was right she would spit in his face.

"Elena…I'm so glad you're back. It hurt when you left. I'm sure that now you have your memories back you remember the night I told you I loved you."

Elena's cruel smile turned into a frown.

What?

When did he say that…he's probably lying.

Stay focused Elena we need to get the hell out of here and grab a bite.

Her lips twisted up at her own lame pun, and she let out a snicker.

"What's so funny?" Damon sounded amused.

"You."

"How so?" At his words Elena turned around and crossed her arms. Tilting her head to the side, she masked her emotions and slowly walked closer to him as she spoke.

"You're just so pathetic. "Elena, you hurt me…I love you!" Don't remember that night…blah, blah. You sicken me, Salvatore!" She pushed him once more to the wall, causing a loud thump to occur when his back hit the wall.

His eyes narrowed as she had her hand around his throat and her nails in his flesh again.

"Poor Damon, how does it feel for someone to joke around with your feelings again. Damon, you never had me really, and you never will! Because, of what you did, the Elena you knew died."

It's so sweet that you care about me, but, unfortunately, I don't care about you." She hissed as her fangs elongated and she kneed him in the groin.

Damon began to kneel down in pain, but she forced him up by his hair, and she ripped into his flesh just like he had to victims when he first came back to Mystic Falls. His blood filled her mouth, and she sighed in relief that her fangs got what they wanted. Digging deeper into his flesh, she felt him tense, and his furious breaths return.

She knew his blood was a substitute and wouldn't ease her hunger, but she wanted to hurt him. And not just emotionally.

Damon began to fight back, which enticed more growls from her and for her to thrash her fangs against his flesh violently for a few seconds.

Grunting, Damon grabbed her own throat which made her begin to choke on his blood.

He threw her by her throat, and she landed with a gasp, inducing crack against the floor – sliding until her arm reached the blood on the floor. Snarling, she bolted up and roared in anger, baring her teeth.

Just as Damon made a lunge for her, she twisted around and flashed up the stairs. Elena kept running through the house until she saw the glass full of vervain and her fan she dropped. Gingerly, she picked up the fan and tucked it underneath her arm. She snatched up the vervain just in time to turn around and see Damon's furious face, and find herself pinned against the couch.

Try as she might but she couldn't get herself out, and discovered -although the glass was intact- there wasn't nearly as much as there had been before. The vampire above her smirked down at her and spoke in a tone she hadn't heard in a long time. "Thought you could just run out of here, huh? How sweet."

"You know what's sweet? That you think I'm so helpless that I can't get free." Elena splashed the remains of vervain directly into his face, making him scream in anger and pain, then hurled him off her. Dropping the glass in the process, she made a beeline for the front door.

Hurriedly, she ripped the door open, letting it slam against the wall, and jumped down the porch steps, landing in a crouched position before running off into the dark.

As soon as she reached the forest and climbed onto one of the highest points of the tree did she rest and catch her breath. She leaned against the wood, and she inhaled and exhaled deeply for a few moments.

Staring through foliage, her eyes met with the dark sky and her mouth set into a tight line.

It got dark so fast…how?

Was that little excursion that long?

Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her hair, and felt tired.

But knowing Damon could be after her, she sat up alert with ears trained on any sound that would make his presence prominent.

Peering down at her nails, she took note of the flecks of dried blood and then to her sleeve which had soaked up some of the blood she landed in.

Elena's hunger burnt like fire again, and she couldn't bring herself to return to the ground and seek out nourishment. Nor did she want to return home – she felt exhausted.

She had wanted to deal more damage but she had, had enough today.

Fingers rubbed tenderly against her face, and she sat there peering into the darkness lazily until her ears picked up footsteps.

Her body tensed ready for a fight but it calmed down when she noticed a heartbeat.

Human…so who's the unlucky fool now?

Peering over the branch, she spotted a human; male with green eyes and tousled blonde hair. He was dressed in jogging pants a t-shirt with a light waterproof jacket.

Jogger?

A Camper?

Hiker?

Deciding to go for it, she jumped to the next tree and made her way down to the ground. Elena trailed after him until she got deeper into the forest where it darkened a bit more.

The man pulled out a small and thin flashlight, and walked a little faster.

She could bet he felt that something (her) was watching and waiting for him in the shadows.

Sure, she was kind of playing with her food but she felt too lazy to actually do a full blown chase. She wanted to get this over with and quell her thirst.

Abruptly, the man stopped. And she breathed in, catching his minty, spring scent.

He didn't know what hit him when Elena jumped on him, plunged her fangs into his skin, drinking from him as his screams were muffled by the earth. Blood trickled down onto it, Mother Nature's soil soaked up a portion of the escaped liquid.

Elena drank him from him until he stopped struggling and his breath ceased. Standing up, her eyes met brown ones belonging to a human female who covered her hands over her mouth, and tears ran down the girl's face.

Elena tilted her head and slowly walked towards her, the human took a step back- almost paralyzed in fear. With a soft snarl, she pinned the female to the ground, and muffled her sobbing with her hand as she tore into her skin and sucked her dry.

When Elena was done, she pushed herself off the human and sluggishly got up, full now.

Snap.

She turned around and saw Damon who had a blank look imprinted onto his face while the blood dripped down from where it was smeared on her lips and hands.

But, that wasn't what had her frozen…It was the familiar voice that called her name softly from her mind.

"Elena."

Authors Note:

Yet another cliffhanger!

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, again I am giving credit to the beta reader of the new chapters: LoveIsBlindess.
And the beta reader of the older chapters: Expressionista. Thanks guys!