A/N Sorry for another little speech, but I have come to realize, that whilst writing while running a high fever last night, I'd come up with probably the worst Vampire Diaries plot line in the history of ever. But I don't give up on fanfictions! No I do not. I will try to make this one work. Please, please, please, give me constructive criticism!

Light spotted from behind her eyelids, making her see red as she slowly found her consciousness. There was a buzzing noise in her ears, and her jaw hurt and blood boiled. Confusion swept over her before she had a chance to be afraid.

Still tired from the night's rest, she slowly sat up, wiping at her eyes as she did. Looking around, she wondered where she possibly could be. The walls were a soothing light yellow, and the bookshelf looked as if it held many fairytales. The lovely dresser across the room held beautiful jewelry that sparkled and shined in the daylight. She could stare at the pieces for hours and not get tired of it.

The last thing she noticed, she wondered, maybe should have been the first thing she would have seen. For only just beside her, sitting perched at the window and watching her curiously, was a handsome dark haired man with stunning blue eyes.

"Hello," Elena said shyly, flashing a sheepish smile. The boy smiled at her, eyes sparkling as he did, and lifted himself from his seat.

"How do you feel?" He asked, sitting in front of her on the bed.

She looked around for a second, taking in her surroundings once more before looking back at the man. "I don't know," she thought about the question for a second, how did she feel? "My jaw hurts," she stated, not quite knowing what else to say.

The man smiled warmly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Elena," he started, but stopped, not able to find words. "Elena I'm so sorry." Redness pricked his eyes, but he remained composed.

"Why? What did you do?" She watched him with faun eyes, an innocent little dear staring into its new life.

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head."I didn't save you. I should have known, Elena, I'm so sorry. It was my blood. I know you didn't want this."

"Are you mad at me?" She asked, shying away from his stone cold eyes. He jaw was tense and his muscles flexed.

He relaxed when he heard the child speaking behind her words. "No, of course not, Elena. I'm mad at myself. No. I'm mad at Rebekah! For killing you!"

"She killed me?" Fear began to take its place inside the little girl. It choked her, and shook her, and made her more confused than ever.

New people entered the room. One was tall with light brown hair and eyes that matched the other man's; another was a boy, younger, but close in age, with dark hair and dark eyes. There was also a girl. A girl with long pretty blonde hair and a keen sense of fashion.

"You're awake." The lighter haired boy stated, looking her over. "How do you feel?"

While his eyes watched her, she began to feel self-conscious, a feeling that had become new to her since she'd awoken. The dark haired boy didn't make her feel like this. Curling herself behind her blanket and grabbing the teddy bear that lay beside her, she mumbled her response, "Fine."

The boy she'd spoken to didn't notice the change in the girl, but the dark haired boy did.

"Elena I'm so sorry. I never wanted this to happen to you." He told her, and her panic heightened. What had happened to her?

Nervously, she bit down on her bottom lip, locking her eyes on the hand that rested in front of her. She just wanted to grab it and let him make her feel safe again. All these eyes... Who were they?

"She needs to feed." The dark haired man said, taking control of the situation. She felt herself relax slightly. Feed. Yes. She was hungry she supposed.

"She hasn't decided if she wants to make the transition." The light haired boy said.

"Bring me a blood bag." The man responded harshly.

"Elena, do you want to be a vampire?"

"Bring me a blood bag!" They the man had become angry, he didn't scare Elena at all. Through all that was happening, she'd shuffled herself closer to him, eager for his protection.

"You're scaring her," the boy across the room noted, coming closer to her. He immediately wrapped her in his arms, and immediately she felt safe. "Elena, you can make the choice. I'll understand if you don't feed. I just don't want to lose you..." his voice cracked and he buried his face in her neck. His pulse quickening.

Pulse. Quickening.

She could feel it. Feel his blood moving in his veins. Feel the warmth... The life...

"No!" The girl grabbed the boy from her arms, and the man has grabbed her. Standing in between them was the boy who'd scared her.

Frightened, she twisted in his arms, trying to look at him. The dark haired man was staring down at her, eyes wide and cautious.

"Damon, give her to me." The boy in the middle demanded.

"Damon..." she whispered. It must be the name of the man who held her.

Her theory was proven correct when at the sound of his name, he loosened his grip on her. Was he going to give in to the boy? Was he going to give her to him? Without realizing it, she was stepping closer, pressing herself to him. Confused, he held her tighter again.

"Blood bags, Stefan, now." The boy in the middle left. Stefan? That was his name.

She noticed the other two again, seeing the hurt grimace of the boy who'd sought comfort in her, and the pitying eyes of the girl who comforted him now. Had she done that?

"I'm sorry," she said immediately, looking between them. She must have done something terrible. Thinking back though, she couldn't think of anything. So again she said, "I'm sorry."

"That's alright, Elena." The boy said, and the girl nodded along with him.

"We'll just have to be a little careful for a while, that's all." The blonde said with fake enthusiasm. Then, a little more seriously she added, "You're going to be fine, Elena."

Elena nodded, she was going to be fine.

Stefan had returned, holding a bag filled with a dark red liquid. She eyed it curiously, wondering about what it could possibly hold. He walked over to her, and handed her the bag. "Elena," he said. "Only drink this, if you want to. Don't let them decide for you. This has to be your choice. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, yeah, Stefan, she gets it." Damon pushed him away roughly and led her back to the bed. Nicking open the top, he handed it to her. "Do you want it?" He sounded afraid for her answer, and that made her afraid as well.

Did she want it? Was she supposed to drink this red fluid? Then the scent caught her attention. Oh yes, she wanted it. She really wanted it. Something took over her at that second, and before she could stop herself, she snatched the bag from Damon's hand and began gulfing down the blood on the inside. When it was gone, she only craved more. With predator eyes, she looked around the room, looking from person to person before her eyes landed on the dark haired boy again. The only one with a heart beat. Before she could so much as step towards him, arm had pinned her down and the boy and girl were gone.

"Elena," Stefan said firmly. "Elena, you don't want to hurt him. That's Jeremy, Elena. Your brother Jeremy."

Brother?

She stopped moving.

Jeremy...

Feeling slightly bold, she turned her attention to Damon, seeking answers in him. "And who is... she?"

Stefan and Damon exchanged glances before Damon answered her. "That's Caroline."

"Caroline."

"That's right, Elena. That's Caroline." Stefan said slowly. Again, him and his brother silently questioned each other, not understanding.

"Damon, Stefan, Jeremy... and Caroline." She said to herself, remembering all of the names.

Damon rubbed a small circle on her back, waiting for her to say more. But she didn't, she only rested back onto him.

In an instant the decision was made. Stefan was downstairs on the phone with Bonnie, and Caroline and Jeremy were off getting more blood bags. There was something seriously wrong with Elena. She didn't know any of them. She didn't know their names! And worse... she wanted Damon over Stefan. And that just wasn't going to happen.

Upstairs, Elena fidgeted with the ring on her finger.

"This, makes it so that you can go outside in the daylight." Damon explained to her.

She smiled, excited that he'd known what she was thinking. "Do you have one?" She asked, smiling brighter when he flashed her his pretty blue ring. "And Jeremy and Caroline and Stefan?"

Damon hesitated. "Jeremy... isn't a vampire. He's human."

Elena nodded, taking in the information. Jeremy is human...

"Can we go outside then?" She asked, stomach fluttering in anticipation of what she would find beyond her bedroom door. She got up quickly to stare out the window.

"We can go outside, if you promise to stay right with me."

She turned to look at him, smile bigger than ever. "I promise."

"Yes Bonnie?" Stefan said into his phone. "Elena's awake, yeah, and there's something else." He waited for her response. "I think she's under a spell. She doesn't remember anything. And she's really, really, taken to Damon." The response on the other end came quickly, and he hung up his phone. Bonnie would be over shortly.