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: Another update, school's been keeping me busy. I'm on week two of back to school or week three.

Anyways I'm not going to babble...however episode two was a thumbs up as always.

On with the story!

"You really are a cold bastard Damon...and a self serving psychopath." Malice mixed with venom and hurt colored her tone.

Damon felt the air knock out of him and the world shift underneath him. The way she had spoken it, had been in a tone she had never associated with him, this level of anger she had directed at him was strange to him.

There had been times when she had been angry with him and he would admit not always without good reason. However, she had never sounded as if she had truly despised the sight of him even if it was only minuscule.

His throat constricted and he found the air he didn't need becoming stifling as time passed. Damon wished he could avert his gaze from her icy stare, the glare she was sending his way was filled with intense anger, daggers, venom and malice. As if the sight of him angered her. Her eyes narrowed as the anger filled her expression.

She pivoted and suddenly - with a speed he was unaccustomed being associated with Elena - she was out of the den and he heard the door slam shut.

He stood there in silence his face still contorted in his expression of anger and disgust with the added sarcastic, venomous sneer. His body frozen into position like a statue.

Slowly it melted away and as the aloneness sank in he turned around tensely and poured himself a drink.

No thought crossed his mind as he went on with his ministration that is until he set himself onto the couch before the blazing fire in the cool stone fireplace.

He sipped at his drink as his thoughts were set free from somewhere inside of him.

He had been an idiot, no an ass. Damon shouldn't have spoken those words that were so untrue, even in a bout of anger they were unacceptable.

He was hurt and he had to lash out somehow. Stupidly he had just shot of his mouth without care once again.

Elena was nothing like Katherine.

However he was still angered and hurt by her actions, her words. When she left…Stefan had moped and brooded more than usual, if that was even possible. He had confronted Damon on the situation at first.

Damon languidly lay against the length of the couch sipping a crystal glass of bourbon, the alcohol slid down his throat with pleasant burning warmth.

Clattering footsteps echoed to his ears, he could sense the urgency and the determination by the fast pace of the footsteps.

He felt his brother's presence before he actually saw him.

"Back so soon? Did all the forest creatures get smart and finally decided to have an intervention against you?"

His brother's voice left his lips tight, straining to be calm as anger seeped through and Damon even hinted at the demanding note in it. "What did you say to Elena?"

Damon sighed getting bored with his brother already. "You're so insistent Stefan, why don't you just lay back and relax for once…I mean someone of your age needs to relax once in awhile. You'll get frown lines and I don't think you want that. Soon you're forehead will be crowded with creases from all that intense brooding of yours." He sipped his drink as his brother answered back.

"Damon. I'll ask one more time. What. Did. You. Say. To. Elena?" He glanced up into the fire.

"I have no idea Stefan, I haven't spoken to her since yesterday…or was that a few days ago…" Damon trailed off.

He continued with an amused smile. "Why? Did you two have a lovers spat?" Stefan growled.

"You must have said something Damon because she's gone!" Damon's eyes snapped up to look at his brother's fury filled face.

"What, come again?"

"She. Left. Damon!" Damon tightened his hold on the glass as he spoke up with a harsh questioning tone.

"What do you mean she left Stefan?"

"I mean, she's gone for good."

"How do you know that for sure, maybe she's taken a vacation or maybe she left a note or something behind?" Damon sipped at his drink idly as he looked away trying to cover up the information that had just shaken him to the core.

"No, because Jenna is still here and so is Jeremy. Damon…Jenna said she hasn't seen her all day and a good amount of her belongings are missing. Jeremy told Jenna when he had seen her, it was only of her in her car ripping down the road. She looked like she was running away from something. On top of that, just before all of that Jenna had heard her mumble something like…I need to get out of here, I can't stay. Not with him." Damon felt Stefan's accusing stare trying to burn right through them with white hot intensity.

Him?

Monotonously Damon spoke up. "So how did you get this info from Jenna?"

"I went over to go see Elena and Jenna was frantically mumbling some things, Jeremy told me a good bit of information as well." Stefan simply stated.

She had really left, fled Mystic Falls without a warning or a note. He could remember them both teasing each other just few days before and even yesterday for the briefest of moments.

He should have actually seen this, he had noticed she had been a little off.

She had acted strange lately ever since after Isobel's appearance.

"So you instantly thought of me?" Damon suddenly glanced up at his little brother.

He just stared at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows in silence. His brother's expression said it all.

"Of course…That's what I thought." He muttered to himself, got up and began walking to one the tables scattered around the area. Damon finished the rest of his drink and poured himself another glass of bourbon.

He wasn't going to show his brother his anger, his hurt that the information he had just processed wrought on him. There was no way he would show Stefan…he didn't care if it was his 'male pride'.

He couldn't believe it she was gone…had he really done something, if he did, what did he do? What had he said wrong…I mean Damon had to admit he messed things up a couple of times…okay more than a couple. However he couldn't remember anything about him hurting her, messing up with her…not recently anyways.

So what had gone wrong?

His brother was persistent. "Damon…I asked you what you did to her, to make her leave."

His brother was becoming irritating. "Damon!"

Damon clenched the glass he was holding and roughly slammed his glass down onto the table, the bourbon sloshed around in the glass. He had found a loophole, a way to get angry with an excuse for doing so…instead of really getting caught because he was dealing with the frustration, pain…hurt and anger at Elena's action.

He whirled around to meet Stefan's fierce and accusing gaze. "Shut up! I'm tired of you accusing me for all of your problems! Why do you immediately point the damned finger at me?"

"Because, I know you Damon! I know how you are. You love to get under people's skin! You love to play games…and you don't give a damn about who you hurt! You only think narcissistically about yourself…about you and you're self pleasure." Damon's fist clenched he was going to make his brother shut up in a second if he didn't do it himself very soon.

"You don't know what you're talking about Stefan. I didn't do anything! In all of your fit of rage, while you were busy questioning me, interrogating me, did you ever think maybe it was something you did? Something you said, it's not always my fault Stefan." He saw his brother's body tense and his jaw tense as well.

White hot anger coursed through him and Damon narrowed his eyes with an additional icy chill. Stefan's eyes narrowed and matched his icy, challenging expression until he turned and left with angry strides.

Something cracked in the house and then something akin to a shattering noise accompanied the cracking. Silence poured through out the house until he heard the noise of the door slam and a car ripping down the road.

Damon stood there breathing heavily trying to control the white hot anger burning in his blood. It was threatening to burn him up if he didn't release it and soon he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself.

He felt the change within him happen little by little as stood there, breathing heavily. The vampire inside of him was surfacing.

Damon didn't even try to stop himself anymore, the anger was to much…and he knew as he finished 'vamping' out he was about to go into a frenzy of some sort.

It was confirmed as Damon grabbed his glass and threw the glass at the fireplace, a roar of anger coupled it.

Quickly he swept the glass decanters onto the floor as he stepped away trying to search for something else worth breaking, something satisfying to break. Seeing other glasses he smashed them too in a blind fit of anger. His mind was fogged up with the hurt and anger intertwining with each other.

Soon Damon found himself with one of the glasses he had gotten from one of the few unbroken islands of decanters. He slumped on the ground, in front of the blazing fire as his back touched the bottom of the couch. For a moment he stayed still with his hands cradling his head.

The fire crackled and blazed forcefully, causing his head to turn and stare at it. His hand grasped the glass and he consumed the contents greedily.

Desperate to numb him, the emotions he had fought so long ago to keep locked away were too much to deal with.

With a blink of an eye he shut off the pain, flipping the switch and just gazed into the fire.

Damon felt the volatile white hot anger begin to set him alight from the inside and he felt anger soak into his mind.

Try as he might he was unable to turn that switch off and it scared him as he felt red tinge his vision. His breaths passed by raggedly as his grip on the glass tightened, a crack etching into the crystal's surface.

With a sharp gush of air he stood and angrily vaulted the glass at the stone fire place. The glass shattered against the stone, the alcohol spilled into the fire place making the fire blaze and roar loudly for a minute.

Control was slipping form his body quickly.

All he could think about was the anger and hurt Elena had caused him.

Just like before he swept the glass materials onto the floor from two spots that held them. With anger he snapped a wooden table in half, almost getting the splinters in skin. He threw the snapped table into the fire place and watched it burn.

His hands itched with the desire to break more things but he knew he needed to calm down before he got out of control.

His hard breathing quieted after moment but the tenseness of his body and the trembling didn't cease.

With a groan of frustration he plopped on his back onto the couch and flung a wrist over his eyes.

After awhile of laying silence, no thoughts he allowed to pour into his mind he heard the door open and close. Footsteps clunked towards his form and he felt a pillow hit him.

Roughly he removed his arm and looked into brown, oak green orbs. His face contorted in annoyance at the disruption of his quiet time.

"What the hell happened?" Stefan focused on him, determination to get some answers from Damon set into his features.

"What do you think the hell happened Stefan? Can't you smell it?" irritation at stupid questions stirred in him.

"Elena's been here." He was simple and straightforward.

Damon rolled his eyes at the obvious as he abruptly sat up, craning his neck to stare at Stefan.

"No really Captain Obvious? You know when I expected to be reunited with your little girlfriend…I expected to see her at the prime age of her high fifties, married with children? Not frozen in time and a creature of the night Stefan." Stefan's face twisted and he looked as annoyed as Damon felt.

"Damon…we aren't…" Damon waved it off with a roll of his eyes.

"Whatever." He breathed out, he got up quickly. Damon walked to one of the untouched islands and poured himself a glass of scotch.

He was beginning to feel the alcohol get to him, with every swallow he felt more drunk and loosened up.

"Damon, what happened in here?" He felt Stefan's questioning gaze on him as he necked back a hefty amount of the contents. He knew what he was referring to, the books spread across the area, broken glass and the missing table.

"Stuff broke." He simply said.

"How?" Stefan asked.

Rolling his eyes he wasn't in the mood for all this stupid questions, couldn't his brother leave him alone to wallow in his anger and hurt.

His voice slurred slightly as he spoke in sarcastic tones. "Edward Cullen wandered in…thus! KABOOM! His sparkly skin set the furniture on fire and caused the glass to shatter. I was blinded by his sparklyness! My eyes still burn Stefan!" Damon covered his eyes and purposefully shook his body trying to pretend he was in pain.

Sniggers started to bubble from his lips until he found himself tilting his head back and letting laughter rip out from his throat.

Minutes passed by and as he felt a burn beginning to throb in somewhere in the regions of his gut or stomach this made him quiet, only letting a few chuckles pass his lips.

Stefan's arms were crossed, his forehead creased as he adorned an expression that conveyed he wasn't amused at all by Damon's joke.

Seeing his brother's expression made the amusement factor decrease a little so he decided to walk away from this unliving, walking, gloomy rain cloud. "Stefan…you are no fun at all."

As the words passed his lips he blurred downstairs to where the freezer with the mountain of blood bags he had stashed away. Scooping up a hefty amount, a single one hanging in his mouth he blurred to the kitchen carefully opened the fridge door. Quickly he tossed the blood bags into the fridge and grabbed another blood bag.

A change in the air alerted Damon that Stefan had entered the room he ignored his brother's reappearance and proceeded into heating up the blood. He fished out a dried glass and drummed his finger against the counter top, he wished it would hurry and heat up.

"So what was Elena here for?" Damon sighed at his brother's perseverance.

"She said she wanted to talk to you about her…running away from you in school." A chuckle escaped from him at the replay of that information and his lips upturned in a mischievous smile.

"And…"

Stefan sounded irrupting at Damon's sudden drift off. "And what?"

His face broke into a devilish, crooked grin. "She was all over me Stefan; she couldn't keep her hands off of me." He mockingly groaned in pleasure, his head lazily tipped back.

"Really Damon?" Disbelief clouded his tone.

"No…Stefan she and I kissed." He turned around to look at his brother, ignoring the trill of the beep emitting from the microwave. Stefan's face twisted in a dark expression.

"What."

Ah, the green monster returns.

He decided to have a little fun.

Damon with a serious expression he nodded and Stefan's expression only darkened. He was cracking up inside at how well, how easily he had fooled Stefan. Damon enjoyed teasing and joking around with his brother like this.

His voice slurred further. "Stefan…the feeling of her lips was truly delicious it made me want to taste her…she was soo delicious." Damon licked his lips as another groan of pleasure drifted from his lips and he winked at his brother, laughing inside as he took in Stefan's twisting features.

This action seemed to set his brother over the edge. With a snarl of fury he lunged at his brother and Damon found himself against the wall. He hadn't been surprised, he had expected it…he had been taunting his brother with untrue things for that reason.

Additionally Damon wanted to release the pain, hurt and anger inside of him coupled with the frustration winding like a tight wire in him. So fighting with his brother proved to be efficient at the moment, it wasn't much but it was making things a little better.

"Liar!" Stefan screamed in his face that was paired with a cool glare.

Damon just smirked and pushed Stefan away from him, sending him to hit his lower back against the edge of the counter top. This simple action seemed to piss Stefan off because Stefan lunged at him again and caused Damon to hit his head against the wall.

This isn't fun anymore.

His throat had begun to throb with the awakening thirst he was very familiar with.

Damon was starting to get annoyed more then he had been for the few past minutes. "Get. Away. From. Me." He felt the change within him happen.

Stefan's eyes just narrowed as he stayed frozen in position and he backed away with a deep breath, eyes closed. Slowly he retreated to his previous, more human looking state.

Damon silently walked to the microwave and popped it open. He removed the bag and replaced it with the other one lying on the counter. After setting it to the time span he wanted he ripped open the blood bag and poured the red contents into a glass and drank greedily.

As warm blood poured into him he felt himself relax, his muscles loosen.

With an arched eyebrow he spoke out loud. "God, you're still here? Pull a Houdini and vamoose already…you're making me feel uncomfortable with those boring eyes of yours. What are you checking me out or something because if you are...brother that's gross! I know I'm deliciously irresistible but damn Stefan! That would be sick!"

Stefan ignored his joking words and simply said said with a matter of fact tone. "I'm not leaving Damon."

Sighing he sipped at the blood as his eyes focused onto the microwave. "Ugh, both you and her practically said the same thing."

Silence drifted to his ears and then his brother's voice broke the silence. "Damon there's something you're hiding and you need to tell me."

"No I don't…I'll admit there was something extra but it's none of your business. It was personal and pretty much irrelevant…well to you." The microwave beeped at him signaling it was done with its task.

He drained the blood quickly, relishing in the warmth it tinged his insides with.

Damon retrieved the blood bag and fished for its companionable 'straw' and walked away from the kitchen ignoring his brother again. Clomping towards the den he noticed it had been cleaned and reorganized, no doubt by his brother. Glass was missing on certain sections and so was a single wooden table. Knowing his brother he'd replace the table in a few days or so.

Sluggishly Damon clomped towards one of the other islands that were untouched by his wrath. Damon poured half of blood and half of scotch into his glass.

He sloshed the drink together gently mixing the two liquids together before bringing it to his lips.

He lowered the glass again as he felt his brother's presence again. "Jesus Stefan! What are you my own personal broody shadow?"

"What did she tell you?" Damon rolled his eyes and looked away.

"Damon I need to know!" Clenching his teeth his brows furrowed.

"Why! Stefan, are you going to die without knowing?"

"No bu-"

His brother was really, really getting on his nerves this time.

Couldn't he have a moment's peace?

"I'm done with this." Damon sighed he was tired of Stefan's game of interrogation.

Grabbing the blood bag and the glass he blurred up to his room.

As he laid upright against his sideboard, feet lazily crossed, sipping the half blood, half alcohol contents of the glass. With the door closed he felt more at ease, it was a small, thin barrier between Stefan and him but it was a barrier nonetheless and he was content with just that.

With a sigh he consumed more of the glasses contents and relaxed his muscles.

As the hurt and pain roared up again he lapsed into silence and drowned himself in the blood and alcohol readily available to him.

Since he couldn't flick that switch he so desperately wanted to, he decided to numb himself through other means.

Sipping at his glass his gaze fixed on something faraway.

A frown slowly etched onto his lips as his mind and himself drifted away.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed it as always.

Again thank you for all the reviews, favouriting and subscriptions!

Until the next chapter, my comrades! ^^