Damon's POV

I marched into Bree's Bar and happy man. I chuckled at the familiar smell of shots, the old rusting juke box. But no Bree. I thought. That was another upside. I don't think she'd like me back, considering what I did to her the last time I was here. Its true, I am a heart breaker. Its just, hers was on the other side of the room when the paramedics had gotten to her. The person who was running the bar now, who was her cousin Leila had absolutely no clue who I was and I was going to keep it that way. I had heard that she was quite a catch. Wait till they saw Elena I grinned.

Speaking of which….where had she gone? I spun round, my heart beating wildly. Yet another strange thing about being a vampire. I was technically dead, so why did my heart still beat? Just food for thought…

"Elena?" I called, really starting to get worried. I scanned my keen eyes through the parking lot.

Found her, by the lamp post a couple of yards away. I growled. She shouldn't have left me. She could have been hurt. If she had….I wouldn't know. I sprinted in my super vamp speed towards her.

"Elena, what the hell was that?" I took her arm.

"Oww, Damon. That hurts." I slackened my grip a little. "I'm sorry. I was taking some time to breathe..a little. That place gives me the creeps."

I was going to antagonize her a little more about not telling me where she was but I only managed to sigh and let go of her arm. "Sorry, Elena. But I was really worried."

As we were walking I stopped, mid track. "Wait, did you say that place gave you the creeps?" I laughed. If anyone should be scared of that place. It should be me. After all, I was the one who nearly died in the hands of the crazy boyfriend of Lexi's.

If it weren't for Elena….Yes, if it weren't for her, I would be dead.

Elena's POV

I walked into the familiar surroundings of Bree's Bar. Where was Bree? I figured that she probably didn't want to see us, considering the last time we were here.

Actually, come to think of it. I never saw her after I saved Damon. I just waited for Damon as he went to say goodbye.

When I walked to the bar, I didn't see Bree, buy a woman who kind of looked like her, but was slightly shorter with straight black hair.

"Uh, where's Bree?" I asked the woman.

She looked at me, a little sympathetically.

"Oh, darling, you didn't hear? Bree's dead. She's actually been dead for quite some time now….She was murdered you see. Some sicko ripped her heart right out, the poor thing. We've been trying to find out the murderer for ages, but to no avail. I'm sorry, I really am. Did you know her?"

I chocked, murdered? "Wh-wh-when did this happen?" I managed to gasp. "September 8th, if I'm not mistaken." I was shaken. September 8th? That was the day that Damon and I were last here. I ran out the bar without a glance at Damon. I needed air.

Damon's POV

Shit. I had forgotten that Elena hadn't heard about my killing Bree. When I saw her leave like that. I pushed back my stool to stand up, slowly and painstakingly. This was going to be a long night and it hadn't even started yet.

"Elena," I put my arm on her trying to calm her down. She was partly hyperventilating.

"Really, Damon?" She yelled at me, shoving my hand away. "Really? How could you even do that to someone? You disgust me."

Ouch. I guess I was used to hearing stuff like that but I guess it just hurt more coming from Elena.

"Look, Elena. I'm sorry, but she really pissed me off. I mean, Lexi's boyfriend really got to me. I mean, he bashed my ribs to bits, broke my legs and skull." I couldn't help but justify myself.

When she turned away from me, I knew this was now the time to fall in front of her on my knees and beg for forgiveness. The funny thing was that, still seeing the slightly humorous side to this, I did get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness. Literally. Trust a vamp to do a thing like that.

"Pleassseeee forgive me Elena." I begged.

"You're mocking. That's just mean." Elena said, turning away from me again, bitterly.

"Pleasseeeee." I continued to beg. "I'm not mockingggg."

She turned around to face me. "Fine. Whatever. Just, if you do something like that again. I wont be so forgiven, or at least warn me first."

I grinned, looking up I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips. That was my princess of darkness alright, I thought.

Starting up to get up from my knees, I reached for her hand and kissed it gently.

I felt her shiver from my mere touch.

I couldn't help but smirk darkly, thinking what she'd do if I were to kiss her, really. Or do much more…

Then she reached for my hand and led me to the bar.

"C'mon Damon. I'm gonna need some serious alcohol to forget what you did to Bree."

I gave the crookedest grin I could manage. Then, taking her hand, we walked back to the bar.

"Well then, let's get….drunk." I said, smirked.

Soooo, how do you think this is gonna end? ;) Its gonna be fun I can tell you. And what is Stefan doing btw. I can tell you, he's not just away to figure out his feelings. Its alot deeper than that.. R&R! - ALY XXXX