Last chapter was a bit more action-y, but this one's going to explain some things :) I hope you enjoy it, because this one was a bit more difficult to write than the others. So here you go, chapter 11! :D

Peter bit into her warm flesh again. It had been over twenty –four hours since he'd had a taste of the doppelganger. Blood flowed down his throat, and he was again completely awestruck by the deliciousness of her blood. But before he could fully enjoy it, he was ripped off of her neck and thrown out the window—the same way he had thrown her nuisance of a boyfriend out the window not a minute earlier.

He fell on the grass, and before he knew it, he was being held up against a tree by Stefan. But it was almost too easy for Peter to bring his hand up and slap the man away like a fly. He watched as the boy flew across the yard, and then he ran off into the woods.

Automatically, he thought of Elena. He hoped that he hadn't killed her, because then he wouldn't be able to taste delicious blood like hers for another five-hundred years—at least until another doppelganger showed up. He saw Stefan flash back up to the girl's room, and could hear her heartbeat slowing down again from over one thousand feet away.

Peter cursed himself for letting that stupid brother get the best of him. He shouldn't have been able to throw Peter out the window, but Peter had been so caught up in the girl's blood that he hadn't even heard the man come up to him to wrench him away from his prize. 'I swear, he will never do that again to me if I have to rip his heart out myself. He'll never get the opportunity.'

Although Peter knew it had been sheer luck that had allowed the 170-or-so year old vampire to take him by surprise, he also knew that the Salvatores would never again get the chance to take him down.

As he stalked off into the night, Peter thought about the little bit of Elena Gilbert's blood he had tasted, and could still feel it pulsing through his veins—giving him life. He promised that he would have the girl by the end of autumn, if he had to kill her himself. With that, he disappeared into the darkness.

Eventually, Elena began to be more aware of her surroundings. She was lying on her bed, and she felt somebody holding her hand. Slowly she opened her eyes, and saw Stefan sitting next to her.

"Thank god, you're awake", Stefan exclaimed, "Do you remember anything?" Suddenly, everything came back to her. The dream, the fight, and her almost being killed by Peter. She nodded her head, and winced as pain shot through it.

"You saved me. Both of you. He was going to kill me again. But he didn't…did he?" She asked, suddenly alarmed at how close to death she had really been.

"No, you're fine. I gave you some blood, so you should be okay soon", Stefan explained to her.

"How close was I? To death?" Elena wondered.

"Well, if I hadn't given you the blood as soon as I did, you probably wouldn't be alive right now", he said guiltily. Why did he feel guilty? He saved her life. If Damon and him hadn't come in when they did she would be dead right now.

"He was strong", she stated, "stronger than you. How did you…how did you manage to fight him?"

"He threw me out the window, and I was trying to come back up when I heard you scream—and then Peter was thrown out the window, too", Stefan said. But something in his face still scared her. He looked like he was hiding something from her, and she got worried.

"Is he dead?" she whispered. Stefan looked down at the ground, guilt showing all over his face. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. He's not dead. He's still alive, he's going to kill me. Oh god', she thought, hoping it wasn't true, but knowing it was. That was why Stefan had cursed. He got away. Peter got away. He was still out there, and still hungry for her. Silent tears began to roll down her face, and Stefan scooped her up into a hug.

Sure, they had managed to save her, but she knew for a fact that it had been luck—and it probably wouldn't happen ever again. She thought about how heroic the two brothers had been, but then realized that it was in their nature to protect her. Then she realized that Damon was still in the room, sulking in the corner and generally acting more like the old-Stefan than the new-Damon.

"What's wrong, Damon?" she asked.

"Just thinking, Elena. Did you recognize that man when you first met him?"

"Yeah, isn't that why you came over this afternoon? Because I was freaked out that I knew him, even though I didn't."

"Well, you may not remember him, but I sure as hell do", Damon growled with anger and pure-hatred etched across his face.

"What are you talking about, Damon? And why did you freeze when you saw him in my room?" Elena questioned, beginning to be frightened by the look on his face. Stefan looked up at Damon and was concerned, too. He looked like he wanted to rip the whole house apart brick by brick.

"Because I know him—er, I've seen him before. Elena, do you remember when you passed out at the grill?" he asked, already knowing her answer.

"No."

Damon grimaced, and knew he had to tell her the truth. "Well he's the reason why you don't remember. And he's the reason why you stopped breathing and passed out at the grill. Peter was the vampire that almost killed you that night."

So Damon finally found out who was at the bar last night. Let's hope that he figures out the truth about Peter—or, the rest of it! But you're going to have to wait to figure that out :) there'll be a lot more danger, action, and rescues to come! So buckle your seat belts, people, and read and review! Feed back is love :)

-kiki :)