Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Vampire Diaries which includes both the book and T.V. series. Only L.J. smith owns the character's and anything affiliated with the Vampire Diaries series. I merely am writing a fanfiction plot I came up with and any made up character's that aren't affiliated with Vampire Diaries.

Summary: Elena left Mystic Fall's out of fear of becoming like Katherine and tearing the Salvatores apart as soon as she notices she is developing more then friendly feelings for the older Salvatore. Time passes and she comes back with new people will both or one Salvatore return. What happens when they do return? How will Elena deal with them now that she's a vampire?

Author's Note: An update, I've been busy (Okay, well I've been playing the Final Fantasy XIII game...again.) Anyways on top of that I've been have a sort of writer's block. So if my material below...seems really lazily slopped together...then this is my reason. Also I couldn't immerse my self in the material. Now that I'm slowly having the writer's block ebb away...I hope I can make the next chapter...more...better! ^^

Also This chapter is inspired by the song that appeared in the school dance in the T.V. series, the song is: My Boyfriend's Back By the Raveonettes, it's only somewhat inspired and I must admit the song has a Damon/Elena feel to it. Anyways just like the song title, the chapter has the same name...since it's inspired by the song.

Now on with the story!

Hope you enjoy the new update.

"Welcome back Mr. Salvatore, you've missed quite a bit of school." Aldair crossed his arms and raised a brow.

Stefan sighed softly and gave Aldair an apologetic look. "I know…I apologize for my absence, I had some…personal things to attend to and fix before I could return." Aldair's expression changed into a blank, unreadable one. The only expression showing on the planes of his face were ones of suspicion.

Aldair whispered his words so that he only would be able to hear. "Are any of these problem's connected to your vampirism? Did something bad happen?"

Stefan shook his head. "No, nothing like that, just personal reasons that I don't feel like sharing with others." Aldair sighed.

"Alright Salvatore, after my class come and see me for the things you missed." Stefan nodded Aldair looked as if he wanted to say something but he just ran his fingers through his short hair and walked back into the room.

As soon as another vampire scent drifted to his nose, his whole body stiffened.

What's another vampire doing hanging around here…in this small town's school?

He was shocked as two other scents drifted to his nose. Two were the musky scents that males carried and then the one that had caught his attention was a sweet, floral scent female's carried. This one called to him for some reason, it was soft and sweet and mixed with an equally intoxicating perfume.

He slowly walked into the room, one booted foot in front of the other until he crossed the threshold of the room. His eyes scanned the area in front of him and then scanned everywhere else swiftly. No one stood out as he walked to his desk and sat down, though he felt eyes boring into him. The vampire scent grew stronger.

Three in the classroom.

As he assessed the power each held out of the three, two were very strong, stronger than his brother.

Two old ones, ancients.

The last one he detected was strong as well but the vampire was new as can be; the vampire was a child in comparison to his years.

How come I feel strong power radiating off of the newborn?

More students piled into the classroom, class was due to start at any minute now. Students hung around the classroom or at their peers desks and chatted amongst each other.

The feeling of twin eyes boring into him grew stronger and he turned around and gazed at person that was causing the sensation.

Elena?

Stefan swore he had begun imagining things, he knew he missed her for so long but this, this was insane.

Admit it now Stefan, you've lost your mind finally. It was bound to happen sometime, one way or another.

Her gaze was averted and all he saw were her thick, dark and long lashes making crescent shadows upon her creamy skin, her chocolate brown tresses pooling around her slightly bent head. As her eyes lifted to meet his own, he was sucked into the warm brown depths.

She looked as beautiful as ever. Warm Elena, but as he focused more on her he saw something different about her something dark twisting in her. Something like pain. Elena tilted her head up slowly, facing him directly.

He saw her eyes widen and out of the corner of his eye, one of the males sitting beside her leaned over and touched her forearm. He turned slightly and saw that he was a raven haired vampire with soft yet vibrant jade cat like eyes, he wore a look of concern and the other with amethyst eyes and rich mocha hair tinged with red followed his action of looking at her and also gave her a soft concerned gaze.

She is real, shes here…after so long.

I've missed you so much…

Who is the guy touching her like that, in that way as if he knew her so well? Are they…mates?

Stefan it's your fault, you kept treating her like she was made of glass even though she really was. You pushed her away with your sullen atmosphere.

She probably moved on; at least it's not Damon…but it still hurts.

He turned away with a sigh, anger striking him.

As soon as he had walked through those doors everything tipped upside down. Time slowed, she was on the edge and waiting for him to see her.

When he did, she couldn't even utter a single word. She was left to just look upon him wide eyed and shocked.

It could be worse; I mean what if it had been Damon who had sauntered in?

Never mind what you'd want to do, but what would his mere presence do to you?

Soft fingers gently squeezed her wrist in an attempt she knew to comfort her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Asher and Zephyr's concerned gazes fixed on her.

They were trying to soothe her and the simple gestures did soothe her, however it wasn't enough.

That word that ticked her mind so many times before, echoed in her mind once again like a rippling tide pool.

Flee or Fight…

Flee…

Flee!

Elena trained her eyes on his and she felt everything she had before like some sort of nostalgia. Those green oaky brown eyes with softness and human emotions she knew were locked behind the depths because he didn't get too familiar with humans.

He didn't want to risk tainting other mortals, hurting them, slipping up like he had with that blonde contestant Amber at the Miss Mystic dance. That incident had made him more cautious, it had changed him. He was afraid of hurting innocents, he believed he had some big monster lurking around him.

The love they had shared pooled in her stomach and memories flitted across her sight.

One memory stilled in the form of a photograph expanded into her vision. Of course her mind chose to stop at the still of a moment with not just the one Salvatore brother but the oldest as well.

No, Stefan is here right now, focus on your current situation.

As she tuned into reality around her she saw something in the depths of those oak green eyes. Try as she might she couldn't identify the emotion swimming in the twin depths.

Her fingers griped the pen in her hand and the clear plastic with an appearance like glass around the thick yet small plastic that contained the ink, cracked. Stray cracked pieces embedded themselves in her skin and scratched her palms. Elena smelt blood but ignored it because she knew the familiar source of it; the warm, sticky liquid thinly smeared around the cuts gave her the answer.

Stefan's gaze retracted and the unneeded breath she hadn't a clue she had been withholding, left her lips. It was as if Stefan's gaze had frozen almost all movement within her body, with the exception of the forcefully gripping the pen. Thankfully the pen's ink hadn't been released.

Her cousin called the class to attention and began the lesson with an introductory lecture.

Elena copied the note on board and listened intently to her cousins words. Through out class she felt Stefan glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. Her way to shield herself was to let her hair curtain his image from her eye sight.

She just had to deal with the sensation of his eyes on her. This moment was nothing like the first time in class with him in history, while Mr. Tanner had been teaching History. Then they had stolen glances at each other in interest of one another, she had smiled then and even the edges of his lips upturned in something of a small smile.

This time she wasn't smiling and Elena wasn't stealing glances at him or should she say she was trying to not steal glances at him.

As soon as the bell sounded she packed her things with the unwounded hand. She heard footsteps head in her direction and as she straightened up she saw Stefan begin to approach her. Instantly she froze, not a sound except her breathing escaped her lips and in the edges of her mind she knew the two of the trio were standing in a subtle defensive stance.

The class cleared but that didn't matter because she had her gazed fixed on Stefan and him on her. His mouth opened to speak but Al cut in, she switched her gaze on him and knew he had seen the panic, hurt and sorrow written on her face. Her cousin had intervened thankfully. Quietly Elena whispered to Asher and Zephyr to go to their classes.

"Stefan, I need to speak to you about missed work." Instantly Stefan shut his mouth and pivoted, Al looked at her and she mouthed a thank you, he just nodded.

Quickly ensured she had everything and when she looked up she didn't see Stefan in the room, just her cousin. Slowly she walked up to him and from his seated position, eyes scanning papers, clutched in his fingers. He looked up at her as soon as she reached his desk. "Yes, Elena?" He looked confused.

She shifted from one foot to the other before speaking. "Thank you."

He placed his pen on the desk and interlaced his fingers together as he leaned back, head tilted slightly enough to look upon her. "For what?"

"For…saving back there from Stefan." Her cousin laughed for a minute and then with a smile tilted his head, merriness dancing in his bright blue eyes.

"I told him before hand to come talk to me about missed homework after class. Though, I'll admit I did see you're panicked expression…What was that about anyways?" He crossed his arms.

"Nothing…" She looked away and then sighed.

"Something…I'll tell you when I visit Jenna and Alaric. By the way can you give me their number, I forgot to ask before when I was there." He didn't move for a second and then sighed.

"All right." He ripped a sheet of blank paper and scribbled across the surface. He handed it to her and she stuffed it in her bag.

She smiled and thanked him as she left.

She popped into the girl's washroom with the still wounded hand and listened for heartbeats to give away anyone's presence in the washroom.

When she was sure no one else was in the washroom with her she placed her hand over the sink and with her free hand she searched for something sharp and found nothing suitable, she didn't have anything sharp enough. The paperclip attached to the piece of paper would break and just embed itself as well in her skin.

Sighing Elena, flexed her fingers and with her nails she ran her nails roughly across the pieces of plastic that was in her skin and not sticking out like the others. She blocked the trickle of pain.

With a flick of her wrist she scratched the area in a straight line and she continued on with the others. The rest that were actually sticking out and were only partially embedded in her skin were pulled out. By the end small pools of blood were merging together into one thin pool in the palm of her fingers.

Swiftly she turned the tap on lukewarm and washed her bloodied hand. She dried it and inspected it to only see undamaged, perfect skin. Elena would have licked her skin clean of blood but she didn't want to take the chance of getting blood on her.

With a brief glance in the mirror, she sighed and left for gym.

Gym passed by all the same, except this time she stuck with Corsia and Dawn, they chatted in between the exercises.

Her mood you could say changed a bit due to the distraction of her new friends.

However she found as she walked to her next class she was wary of who entered the class, she was on edge waiting for the youngest Salvatore to enter the room.

He didn't much to Elena's relief.

Things seemed to look up for her as she walked to the following class.

Maybe he only has the one class…

Dawn passed by her desk, her head twisted to look at her with a smile on her face.

"Nervous?" The hand placed nearest to her bag grappled onto the handle and gripped it. It was the only sign she was tense, only inside her own real emotion showing through that one gesture. Everything of her exterior was opposite to the emotions in her inside.

With a smile and a relaxed body language, except for the tense fingers everything her body was projecting was a faked calm and a relaxed disposition with a hint of happiness.

Her voice was much the same. "Nope, I'm all good." Dawn simply nodded her head as her response and walked away to sit down.

Her eyes swept the door and her mind blocked everything else except everything in front of her line of sight.

As the familiar figure walked in, she tensed even further. Her gaze following his movement. Stefan's gaze met hers briefly, he stopped in front of the teacher who he chatted with and then began walking away from her, his gaze was on her once but she ignored him as she forcefully doodled on the lined paper in front of her. Unease only coiled in the pit of her stomach even tighter.

He sat a little away from her, thankfully.

Class went on and she found herself dreading the end of class because she knew he would attempt try and talk to her; just like in her cousin's class.

Just like she thought as soon as the bell chimed and everyone left, Stefan walked up to her. "Elena-" Instantly she got up, seeing Zephyr up as well tensed to defend her, jade eyes narrowed.

The words that left her lips were shaky and laced with strain. "Can't talk I have to get to class." The words passed her lips softly, barely audible to normal hearing.

Swiftly she bolted with her things out the door, Zephyr in tow. As he caught up effortlessly he looked into her eyes, she met his gaze. With her eyes she sent him a message.

I'll talk about it later.

Zephyr nodded and walked to his class and she walked to hers, only at lunch was she feeling calmer with the two boys around her. They had decided to eat as a trio today.

Their conversation only contained things that were happy. Momentarily and briefly she was distracted from her encounters with the youngest brother.

Out of the corner of her eye something caught her eye, she disconnected her mind; making the sounds of the two male's around her voices fade into a soft murmur. A sharp gasp sounded from her as she took in Stefan's determined expression mingling with an unknown emotion playing on the planes of his face.

He's coming for you Elena; you can't run at top speed. If you run at all you'll make yourself look suspicious.

Damn!

Stefan strode with a rough pace as he neared their table. Numbness invaded her sense of touch and the pads of her fingers that were tensed and currently gripping the table felt strange.

The breeze picked up and hair brushed her cheeks before returning to their previous placement.

Is he furious?

Elena so wanted to know because all she could see was the determination in his eyes and face. The scent of him drifted to her nose, which only made her teeth click together audibly in anxiety.

It was all over she knew as soon as Stefan reached their table and stood there. Zephyr and Asher's voices faded at his arrival. A single furious snarl passed Asher's lips.

With a blank tone Stefan spoke. "Elena."

Through clenched teeth she uttered his name back. "Stefan."

He spoke again after a moment of gazing at her. "What are you doing here?"

Her fingers gripped the table tighter as she heard the squeak of the material struggling underneath her tense grip.

Fighting to keep in control she initiated her façade. Indifference laced in her tone, calmness mingling with the indifference. "This is my home town; I have a right to be here Stefan. I don't need to explain myself to you."

A sigh emitted from Stefan. "Okay, fine…then why did you leave?" At these words Elena couldn't help but grip the table tighter.

"It's none of your business..." Her voice trailed off.

It is his business; you guys didn't break it off before you left…in a way you're still together unless he's decided it's off.

But it is still his business Elena, or did you forget the reason why you left?

With a swallow she spoke again. "Does it really matter why I left?"

Fury enveloped every other emotion on his face. "Does it matter? Does it matter! Elena…I-" Instantly she stood up and walked away with her belongings because she knew people where starting to stare and she'd rather discuss this in private, which at the moment she knew she couldn't do, no...wouldn't do at the moment. They'd have to discuss it later. Elena didn't want to explain herself at the moment.

Guilt thrummed in her.

I'm sorry Stefan. I can't do this…not right now; I wasn't supposed to speak to you until later…which was a stupid plan…of course obviously you'd be back so soon.

She heard footsteps of who she thought was Stefan. In a panic she ran at human speed towards the convertible. "Hey!" A shout drifted to her ears.

"Hey! Stop! Elena!" Asher's voice caused her to stop in her tracks, just a foot away from the car. Quickly she pivoted to meet Asher's concerned gaze, Zephyr coming in view. Her body slunk, Asher grabbed her in time to catch her. Tears burned her eyes as she buried her face in Asher's chest.

A soothing sensation began; tracing to what was Asher's hand rubbing her back. "Sh, Sh…I'm here."

Through the material of his shirt, her voice sounded slightly muffled as her breath left her lips shakily. Another pair of arms wrapped themselves around the other exposed side of her.

She felt Asher gently kiss her forehead. "Let's go home, 'Kay?" They scuttled towards the car, Elena and Asher in the back. Zephyr drove to the house.

When they were home, Elena sluggishly made it to her room and hid under her sheets.

Her mind drifting to her plan after the encounter early this morning.

Elena knew she couldn't escape, why not go see the other Salvatore?

It wasn't like she'd never see him, he or Stefan would either turn up at her door wanting to speak with her. This way if she went she was in control of what happened, she was the one who asked for it. There would be no surprises just only what she knew she would receive if she went to the boarding house.

Elena peaked out from the sheets to gaze at her clock only to decide she would go soon, lunch was still going on.

She would go in sixth period.

Her eyes drifted closed, warmth from the cover of the sheet's causing her to fall in to sleep's grasp.

Soon she would face, Damon.

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