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: Nothing much to say, I just hope you all enjoy this chapter. ^^

Music drifted to her ears, loud bass ringing which slowly dissipated into the air.

The lingering notes caused her to jolt upwards.

The sheets she shrouded her fetal positioned form with had been flung black in that moment. With wide eyes her breaths left her lips startled and heavy.

Elena lay back down, her gaze trained onto the ceiling.

She listened more to the music playing and took note that it was streaming from Asher's room. As she sat up the music ceased and she tilted her head as she glanced at the clock.

With a sigh she got out of the bed leaving it unmade, with every shake she took a step closer to the door. Her body protested with what she knew what she must do, the plan she had to go through.

As her outstretched hand grappled onto the handle, she twisted it slowly to see the empty hallway before her. She was grateful for this; undoubtedly the two would have asked where she was heading out to. She would have had to lie to them and she really didn't want to lie nor was she a good liar herself. She needed to do this alone.

Every step she took was horrible yet somehow she made it to the front door. With as much quietness as she could put in the action she opened the door; the two probably heard the door click open anyway. Giving up in being stealthy and just focusing making it out of the door she quickly ran out the door, she slammed it shut behind her.

With vampiric speed she ran into the forest and followed the path she had this morning.

Finally she reached the boarding house, it seemed intimidating more than ever. Perhaps it was because she would face Damon no matter what, it was obviously pointless to run each and every time and she was sick of feeling this fear, living on this constant edge and feeling worried all the time that he would track her down and approach her. She had been waiting for awhile for him to turn up at her front door, angry and leaving her speechless as always.

Determination was set in her with every horrible step towards the door.

Unflinchingly she grasped the door's handle forgetting about the brass knockers before her. She tried the handle and heard the easy click of the door open. A brief thought of wondering why the door was left open crossed her mind quickly before she focused on her plan.

With tense fingers she opened the door slowly, a sigh emitting from her. The door swung slowly to the side exposing the hallway to her sight.

Slowly she lifted her leg to try and pass the door's frame just in case she wouldn't be allowed in. With ease her foot landed on the floor with a soft click.

Her breaths began to get shaky with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Butterflies were aflutter in her stomach adding to the shaky breaths, however nevertheless determination was set in her features.

As she brought her other foot across the door frame she pivoted and reached for the handle to close the door again.

Just as the door was closing and the click sounded she heard tinkling from what she assumed must be Damon pouring himself a drink in of many of the regions of the house filled with decanters of alcohol.

Elena closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as she pivoted on her foot.

The fluttering of wings grew more pronounced.

The musky, cologne laced scent drifted to her nose.

The scent made her body flush with intense warmth.

Slowly she followed Damon's scent down the hall, with opened eyes.

The ghost of her heart was racing furiously as she found her feet taking her to the den.

Soft clicks of her shoes made her presence obvious but Damon seemed to make no effort to appear before her.

As she neared closer to the destination mark, a drumming sound filled her head; it urged her feet on towards the room before her.

Just as she reached the door way leading to the den, a ringing sound drifted to her ears.

Stopping her movement she tilted her head and expanded her hearing.

"Hello dear brother."

The voice that answered sounded muffled.

She realized that the voice belonged to Stefan who must be speaking through the cellphone to Damon.

"Damon we need to talk."

"About what? Did you have a fight with the squirrels again? Did they decide to have an intervention against you?"

"Stop being sarcastic, this is serious."

"Ooh you sound serious. Bambi must've run away from you again. " Damon made a tsking noise and laughed. She could just see him smirking to himself.

Stefan sighed, annoyance laced his tone. "Damon, stop trying to be funny. I have to tell you something serious abou-"

"Who says I'm trying to be funny. Stefan I'm naturally funny, its one of the things that adds to my charm and devilishly good looks." The ever present cockiness played out strong in his voice.

"I'm not going to even comment. I'd just be wasting my breath when I need to tell you something important."

"Well? Go on."

"Elena's back."

She heard nothing but silence and the clatter of what she assumed was Damon placing his glass down roughly reached her ears.

Disbelief and shock coloured his tone. "What? Sorry I think the phone cut off or did I actually hear you say Elena."

"You heard me. The phone didn't cut off…she's back. After forty years…"

"I assume you saw her and tried to go to talk to her."

"I did but she walked away while I was in mid sentence."

Damon sighed.

"How long ago did you approach her?"

"Just today."

"How long did you know she was here?"

Stefan sighed and she could hear the hesitation as he spoke words that left her in shock. "Awhile…I was busy dealing with your surprise return and then when I went feeding in the woods I saw her crouched down and her face shadowed."

"You knew she was here for so long and you didn't even think to mention me Stefan?" Damon sounded angry, she heard a crack of something snapping.

"I thought you didn't care. You said you'd moved on and you didn't care where she was or what she was up to."

"That's not the point-"

"Damon you do care. Stop pretending."

"Why do you think I do? Hm? Enlighten me."

"Because you have feelings for her. I don't know what those feelings are, bad or good. All I know is that you had and still have these feelings for her."

A sharp sigh emitted from Damon. "Why do you think I have feelings for her?"

"I saw how close you two were getting. Damon, why did you think I told you those things about how history was not going to repeat with Elena. Why are you pretending like you don't care?"

Damon ignored the latter of Stefan's words. "Oh you mean the speech with the words where you sounded like a jealous boyfriend, I remember."

Stefan chose to ignore the sarcasm in Damon's tone. "You didn't answer my question. "

"I don't need to as far as I'm concerned this conversation is done." Damon's voice began to grow in anger.

"Damon this conversation isn't over."

"I say it is."

"Damon why are you getting angry? You keep saying you don't care. You say that you don't harbor any special feelings towards her so why are you getting so angry?"

"I'm getting angry because you keep saying things that aren't true. I don't give a damn that she's back, I don't care about her and I don't love her. I don't need anyone, I don't care for anyone and I don't need Elena as a friend or anything. As far as I'm concerned she's free to come and go as she wishes." Elena's breath caught in her throat at his stinging words and her eyes burned in sync with the ache in her chest.

"You're her 'boyfriend' or whatever the hell you two call each other. I'm not anything special to her. You're the one who should be hurt, the one who should be angry. Also I alone know the truth of what I feel, you can't tell me what I feel. I don't need to tell you what I feel, you don't have to know. She's back, so what…fine who cares! You go speak with her. Make things good between each other so you two can frolic in your happiness. In your case you'd be brooding while you frolic."

Damon continued his anger reaching a new level. "Good luck."

"Dam-" The eldest of the two cut the younger one off.

"Like I said before, I'm finished with this conversation. I have nothing else to say to you." A sound drifted to her ears and she assumed Damon had hung up by the sound of silence reaching her ears.

Shaky breaths and a growl of anger reached her ears.

The tinkling of glasses drifted to her ears again.

Instantly Elena was shaken out of her state of spacing out.

Warm salty tears landed on her skin and they softly clumped her lashes together.

I don't give a damn that she's back, I don't care about her and I don't love her.

She clenched her eyes shut as her body shook.

Coming here was a bad idea.

As a wave of pain hit her she bit her bottom lip a little too forcefully. Blood from the puncture, entered her mouth mingling with her saliva and tears.

Her fingers clenched into tight fists at her side and her head dipped down making her tresses cascade around her like a dark curtain.

She struggled with so much effort to keep her from gasping, letting shaky breaths escape her lips but in the end she found as the waves of pain and sorrow grew in power that she couldn't any longer.

Loud shaky breaths poured out of her as she wrapped her arms tightly around her middle.

Her body shook in unison with her shaky breaths and the tears continued to fall onto her cheeks.

A loud gasp of pain left her lips and she was sure he had heard it because the tinkling glass sound ceased.

Run!

The one thing her body screamed at her to do was run. However try as she might she couldn't move, she was stuck in her current position of pain.

In that moment it was silent except for her soft infrequent gasps and her shaky breaths.

Then in that instant she heard footsteps heading her way with determination.

It's all over.

No more running away.

It's time to face the consequences of my actions.

Now or Never.

Author's Note: Was it too cheesy? I hope it was a good chapter!

I shortened the chapter and stopped here because I found I couldn't pump more out of me for this chapter.

Thanks all for the reviews and what not, it's encouraging! ^^

Until Next Chapter!