You probably have to reread before you start this chapter and I'm sorry for that!

Elena's POV:

"What in the hell is going on?" Caroline nearly yelled. Stefan, Damon and Katherine were in the kitchen having a little talk. Damon convinced Elena that it was time to go upstairs and wait with her friends. She was still feeling a little fuzzy in the brain.

"That girl looked exactly like you!" Bonnie stood from Elena's bed. She had decided to take one of the guest bedrooms. Stefan's room creeped her out, now that she knew the truth.

"Is she you're like long lost identical twin?" Caroline asked.

"I have no idea who she is. Damon said she used to date Stefan. He dated Katherine too," Elena breathed.

"Damn.. no wonder they hate each other," Bonnie winced.

"Let me guess, Damon stole her away from Stefan? Poor guy," Caroline sighed. Elena was too tense to be pissed at Caroline's unhealthy infatuation with her boyfriend. Someone who looked exactly like her was downstairs groping her boyfriend, and she just sat here because Damon had told her to. What the fuck was wrong with her? Elena felt as if she was going to barf. She needed to freak out, but Elena just sat there staring at nothing.

Out of nowhere, she heard a door across the hall slam. Damon's. Stefan's room was on the complete opposite wing.

"I'm gonna go get some answers," Elena stood. "You guys go get the place ready. Make sure Stefan stays away from Katherine... I don't trust her," Elena mumbled. Caroline nodded.

"I got Stefan duty. Bonnie can start setting up," Caroline chimed in. Elena rolled her eyes muttering something along the lines of "course you do," while walking out of the room.

The party would start in less than an hour, and with what Damon had told her in the woods, she had to be at least fifteen feet from him at all times. She barely knew this guy, but she felt somewhat safe around him. Like he would protect her from anything.

"Hey," Elena opened his bedroom door after knocking.

"What do you want?" He asked coldly. He sat on the foot of his bed with his head in his hands hunched over as if he was frustrated.

"You told me I had to be fifteen feet away from you when the party was getting close. Plus I need some answers. Why does she look exactly like me? And why was she touching my boyfriend?" Elena sat beside him on the bed.

Damon lifted his head from his hands. Elena could see the pain in his eyes along with the hatred. Pain.

"I can't do this right now. Just get out," Damon mumbled.

"Damon.." Elena stood.

"I said get out!" He shouted at her standing. She could see a single tear form in his right eye, but he wasn't about to let it fall. Elena took a step forward again.

"I'm not afraid of you," she stated boldly.

"You're not afraid because I compelled you not to be," Damon frowned taking a step toward her.

"I'm stronger than you think," Elena raised an eyebrow knowing he was a vampire and she wasn't afraid.

"Just remember that," He whispered her name like a prayer.

Damon hesitated looking from her eyes to her lips for a second before taking another step forward and closing the space between them, kissing her.

Elena was startled, but didn't pull back. A spark of energy ignited inside her. It had been three years since she had kissed anyone other than Stefan. She wasn't so sure Stefan would say the same about her, but she was clearly not focusing on him at the moment. This was like discovering something new for her. Different, but amazing.

Damon's kisses were so much more different than Stefan's. Better. More passionate. He smelled so good. A mixture of his musky cologne grazed her nostrils, and the smell and sour taste of bourbon lingered in his mouth. Not that Stefan didn't smell good, of course he did, but Damon's somehow lured her in like a mouse to cheese.

His lips soft, yet aggressive attacking hers in a frenzy while his hands explored her.

Damon's fingers trailed down to the small of her back before sneaking up her shirt only slightly sending shivers up Elena's spine. The skin to skin contact was unbelievable, and she wanted more. She wanted his fingers to touch her everywhere. Goosebumps arose on her arms as Damon's tongue snuck its way into her mouth dueling hers for dominance.

Damon's hand yanked her lower back forward pulling her harder against him, and Elena could feel his erection pressed to her belly. Which didn't really startle her, but surprised her by how turned on he was. He was aggressive.. something no one had ever pulled off while kissing her... but she definitely liked it. It was an immediate turn on.

He moaned in her mouth at the friction grinding his hips into her belly causing Elena's stomach to heat with anticipation. Since this kiss turned her on so much it had to turn him on as well.

Stefan had never ever kissed her like this. Stefan..

Stefan flashed in her mind for a only a millisecond, but enough for her to snap out of her daze pulling away from him. She shoved his chest back.

"No!" She looked down not wanting to look him in the eyes. "I can't... I'm with-"

"Stefan?" He finished her sentence. "I can hear him, Elena. Sometimes I hate this gift of vampire hearing. Do you really want to know what Stef and that slut are doing in his bed?" He paused. "Your bed?" He said a little softer looking sadly into her eyes.

Elena felt a lump rise in her throat. No. She couldn't cry. Stefan didn't deserve her tears.

"Look, you're hurt as much as I am... but I'm not a tool to try to forget Katherine or get back at her. Do you understand?" Elena asked seriously. Damon lowered his head nodding.

"I would say I'm sorry.. but I'm not.." Damon muttered. "I don't know what Katherine means to me... I love and hate her at the same time... but right now in this moment... I wasn't thinking about her at all." He stepped forward placing his hand on her cheek caressing the still flushed part of her face from moments before.

Elena felt the urge to step forward and continue their little rendezvous, but took a step back instead. His sweet words were luring, but she had to be responsible. She wasn't acting on love... she was acting on jealousy, and hate and lust. God did she lust Damon. God and those eyes. Elena knew she couldn't do that to herself or to Damon, no matter how much she wanted to get back at Stefan.

"I have to go finish the party planning.. I don't want to do this at all, but for some reason I feel I need to get drunk..." Elena looked to Damon. "Is that your doing?" She asked. Damon nodded. "Course it is.." she huffed walking towards the door before freezing. For some reason she couldn't go any further. "You comin'?" She asked with a sigh.

"Ah the fifteen feet thing. I'm right behind you.." Damon walked past her leading her down the steps to begin getting his home ready for a shit ton of vampires.

"Fuck!" Damon rubbed his head. "I forgot about Lexi.. let's go get her first?" He asked offering his arm to Elena. Elena looked at him once before brushing past him. "Well if I go you have to go. I was only being polite, which is quite rare for me my dear," Damon scoffed walking down the steps to the basement. He could hear Elena's feet shuffle behind him as she struggled. She huffed loudly stomping after him down the stairs.

"Fix it!" Elena yelled pushing Damon.

"Wh-?" He realized she was talking about the fifteen feet rule. "No! I'm protecting you," he yelled at her. "God you're stubborn!"

"Why don't you just compel me like all the other times? I'll never forgive you for this! It's not the way to win my trust!" She yelled shoving him again with all her might. He didn't budge. Instead, he grabbed her shoving her back against the wall. Elena was shocked. He wasn't hurting her, just getting her attention. She struggled and struggled striking his chest again and again but getting nowhere. Her arms dropped in defeat.

"You done?" He shot back. "I won't compel you anymore if you behave, do you understand?" He was inches away from her face. "I'm doing this for your safety... but mostly to see what my brother's up to." He added looking like he didn't want to say he was doing this for her.

Elena's eyebrows furrowed just as he let her down. She lifted her hand as if to smack him, but he raised his finger pointing at her.

"Ah ah!" He scolded her widening his eyes in anger.

She sighed lowering her hand in frustration. Damon turned to his left before his heart dropped.

"Fuck.." he muttered running his hands through his raven hair. Elena followed to see what he was staring at and gasped.

"Is she...?" Elena asked seeing Lexi on the ground. Her neck was still bent in a strange way from when Stefan had snapped it and Elena could see her veins all over her body, her skin tinted grey. The middle of her chest was covered in blood.

"Stef killed his only hope of bringing him back over the edge. I could never do it. It was always Lexi..." he sighed bending down to look at her. Elena bent down next to him.

"What happened to her chest?" Elena asked.

"There's only a few ways to kill a vampire. One is a steak to the heart, second is cutting off their head, explosions work sometimes.. and then there's this.." he bent down picking something up next to Lexi's body. Elena's eyes widened. "Ripping out the heart.."

"So she won't come back?" Elena asked looking down at the girl she had just met only a couple hours ago. Now she was dead in Elena's basement.

"Nope," Damon shrugged dropping the heart next to her. "Let's go," he grabbed her wrist with his non-bloodied hand.

"No!" Elena nearly yelled at him. "We have to call the police!" Damon burst out laughing.

"Oh my God.. you're kidding right?" He chuckled. Elena's expression became more intense. "Oh you're serious?" He asked. "No. She's a vampire with her heart ripped out of her chest. No one needs to know besides you, me and lil' Stephanie." Damon picked Lexi up along with her heart and slung her body over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

"Where are you going?" Elena asked.

"To bury her. She deserves it after putting up with that dick for so long," he shrugged tossing her heart up in the air and catching it as if it was a baseball. "Comin'?" He questioned as he began walking. Elena's feet drug walking with him.

"It's not like I have a choice," she sneered.

"Touché," he agreed walking out the door with a nod to the ladies in the kitchen. Elena watched their eyes go big as they saw the heart in his hand.

"Really Damon?!" Elena yelled at him. She turned to her friends who were white as a ghost. "I'll explain later," she claimed walking out the door with him.

"I'll just compel them when I get back, Jesus," he snapped clearly annoyed.

"Is compulsion your answer to everything? Just because it's an easier choice doesn't mean it's the best choice. It's lying, or covering up the truth at least. It's a cop out. I'm not lying to my friends," Elena crossed her arms. Damon stopped dead in his tracks turning to face her.

"Oh yes you are, missy. You will lie to them for the rest of your life if you have to. If you can't handle it on your own I can always make you lie.." Damon sneered.

"You won't compel me again. I forbid it. All I have left is my choices, and you've taken some of them from me anyhow... you don't know what it feels like. You don't know how it feels to have someone ripped from your arms. You don't know how it feels to be controlled..." Damon stopped walking yet again dropping the girl to the ground.

"You have no idea what I've been through. I know exactly what it's like!" He yelled at her. Pain was etching itself into his face as he confronted her.

"Then why do it to others? Why put others through it?" She had made her point. Now it was Damon's choice whether to compel her or not.

"Fine," he reached for her face caressing her cheeks gently. "You are free of the fifteen feet rule," he let go of her face. Elena felt more free now.

"What about my emotions? You telling me not to be afraid?" Elena asked.

"I'll give that back later. I still need tonight to not fall apart like Stefan's relationship with you," he bit picking Lexi up and throwing her over his shoulder again. "Too soon?" Elena rolled her eyes.

"You're an ass."

A time passed before Damon spoke up again. They were deep in the woods digging a shallow grave for Lexi.

"Are you gonna stay with him?" He timidly asked.

"Who's asking? The guy that kissed me or Stefan's brother?" Elena tried to advert the question with another question.

"Well as Stefan's brother, I would have to say he's not in the right mindset for a relationship right now. Very fragile," he smirked following with Elena's smile. "And as for the guy that kissed you... well let's just say he wants it to happen more often," he smiled genuinely.

She was surprised. Usually it followed with a dirty remark.

"Perhaps next time with less clothing," he smirked. Yep. There it was. Elena rolled her eyes.

"Why must you make everything dirty with your incessant flattery?" She sighed.

"Well.. when you look like that," he gestured to her body with a wink.

"I'm not a sex toy," Elena's eyes narrowed.

"Did I say you were a sex toy?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Uh... kinda."

He stopped digging looking up to her from the grave.

"You're not a sex toy.." Damon claimed with a nod.

"Thank you," Elena replied matter of factly.

"You know, you could at lest help me a little bit..." Damon sighed wiping his brow in mockery as if he was sweating.

"You're an ass. You could have dug this at vampire speed, and we could be home "party" planning right now because of your vampire speed. I still need to talk to Caroline and Bonnie. They've probably either fainted or called the police by now. Or Stefan and that Kayla dopple-thing killed them."

"Katherine," he corrected. "And you're also a dopple-thing," Damon smirked.

"Whatever. Can you just hurry up so I can go home and get this night over with?" She rubbed her forehead. This ass of a vampire was giving her a headache, and she wasn't having it. Not today.

A whoosh of air came from nowhere, and all of a sudden Elena wasn't standing anymore. Looking up, she was in Damon's arms. The girl had been buried already.

"Hold on tight," he smirked down at her. "I'm gonna give you the ride of your life," he chuckled to himself at his innuendo before speeding to the mansion.

Ass.

•••••

Damon compelled the two girls to forget everything after they got back. Bonnie, however, was acting strange every time Damon walked in the room. It was probably just his dirty jokes offending her too much, but she hung close to Elena or Caroline every time Damon entered to grab some food or talk about the plan with Elena over text.

Stefan and Katherine were still upstairs probably, which made Elena extremely uncomfortable. She had to pretend she didn't notice. Elena had to show her "trust" for Stefan hadn't gone kaput to keep the plan in motion. It wasn't until 9:30 that people started to arrive, but they were ready anyhow. Damon's speed helped the process along. He moved expensive things out of the parlor that he couldn't part with. This whole house would be filled with bloodthirsty vampires, and Elena wasn't a bit terrified. That she knew was the compulsion.

About half an hour later the Salvatore main level was full of people. The music was so loud, the base vibrated in Elena's chest. She had met nearly everyone who showed up. Most people congratulated them. Some people only came to see Damon hoping he'd be there like Lorenzo Saint John, Malachai Parker and more than a few women. The people with ancient sounding names Elena figured were vampires.

Damon was having a rather good time on the couch with a woman who went by Bri that showed up about a half an hour before. Damon explained they had known each other for a while, and she was a witch. She looked way older than him, possibly her mid thirties, but she said they had met in college.

"Hey, Elena," Elena turned to see Alaric Saltzman.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. Ric had been dating her aunt for more than a couple years. He lived with her and Jeremy until they were old enough to be on their own.

"I'm in Stefan's contacts," he raised an eyebrow. "I come bearing news from Jenna who is also in Stefan's contacts," Elena cringed. Oh yeah. "Don't party too much.. be safe," he smiled.

"You hate parties," Elena's eyebrows wrinkled.

"Actually I'm here to see an old acquaintance of mine," he smiled. "Do you know if Damon Salvatore showed up?" He asked raising a red solo cup to his lips.

"How do you know Damon?" She asked. This was all getting really strange really fast.

"Buddy from college?" He answered more of a question then a statement.

Elena pointed to the couch where Damon had Bri pinned on her back making out with her neck. Elena shook her head. She knew what he was doing.. making her jealous... or drinking from her.

"Typical Damon," Ric sighed before moving his way through the crowd and grabbing Damon's shoulder. Damon's chin was covered in blood as he looked up, but Ric didn't see anything out of the ordinary about it.

"Ric!" He smiled giving him a hug. "God I haven't seen you in like years," he smiled. Elena's stomach dropped. Did he mean like two years or fifty years? Was he? No. He couldn't be. Ric had lived with her for four years almost... with Jenna. He was not a vampire..

Damon glanced to Elena. His eyes darkened seductively bringing his thumb up to gather some blood from his chin and bring it to his mouth sucking on it. His veins came to life under his eyes. Damon was clearly trying to either turn Elena on or scare her.

"You must be Elena.." a British voice came from behind her. Elena turned to see a sandy haired man standing before her with a blonde woman and a dark haired man at his side. The dark haired man squinted at her looking her up and down.

"Yes.. that would be me," she smiled.

"She looks so like Katerina," the dark haired man mentioned to the sandy haired man. The way he said "Katerina" made Elena's stomach heat. Yep. That definitely 100% turned her on.

The dark haired man stuck out his hand.

"Elijah Mikaelson. This is my sister Rebekah and my brother Niklaus," he gestured at them. The blonde rolled her eyes shoving past him.

"I'm going to find Stefan," she said in an almost snotty way. Elena's eyebrows raised. Elena took his hand shaking it.

"Never mind her. She's just here to catch up. They were old flames back in the day, but of course he's move on," Niklaus smiled. Elena didn't like it.

There was something off about this guy.

"How many fucking ex-girlfriends does Stefan have in his contacts?" Elena mainly mumbled to herself.

"You should see how many I've had in my 176 years," came a familiar voice. "Klaus, Elijah.." Elena could feel an arm swing around her. She looked up to Damon. He was clearly drunk. Blood stains remained on his chin, but he didn't bother washing it off anytime soon. He would probably go drink some more later that night.

Elena shrugged his arm off her shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" He asked crossing his arms paying no attention to Elena's disregard.

"Oh you know... curiosity, boredom, personal invitation of Miss Elena Gilbert, etcetera.." Niklaus smirked.

"You may be over a thousand years old, but you'll never be better at me than my ability to form animatic one-liners," Damon smirked.

"Touché," Elijah replied with a smirk. Niklaus shot him a glare and shoved past Damon giving a cold smile to Elena before wandering off. "I apologize for him. Let's just say he's not the fun brother.."

"Hey same with Stefan!" Damon laughed. "Out of curiosity... who is the fun brother in your little cult?"

"I would love to say myself, but I know that's not true. Kol would be the fun brother. He's a little crazy at sometimes... murderous just like my brother and sister, but I guess out of everyone it would be him," Elijah laughed quietly.

"Speaking of Kol, where is he?" Damon asked.

"Oh you know Niklaus.. Kol's been in his coffin for fifty three years now."

Elena's eyes widened.

"What?" She was in utter shock.

"He's not dead, 'Lena. He's just sleeping right now. When Niklaus doesn't have time to handle his siblings, he daggers them and puts them in coffins.." Damon briefed quickly. "I'll explain later," he nodded at her confused look.

"Anyways, I'd better go find my brother... nice meeting you Elena," Elijah smiled giving her a nod. His smile disappeared. "Damon.." he nodded once before walking away.

"Elena give me your phone," Damon held his hand out once Elijah had left.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he looked at her frantically. Elena handed him her phone. He began typing before he handed her the phone.

The Mikaelsons are bad news. They're the oldest family & too prestigious for a house party. They must have to do with Stef's plan. You have to stay close to me. I'll keep you safe.

Elena looked up to Damon tucking her phone back in her pocket. She nodded at him. He gave her a small assuring smile and swung his arm around her shoulder. Elena rolled her eyes. Of course.

"Let's go get drunk," Damon turned to face her with a smirk on his face. This was a different smirk more playful and adoring as if his eyes told her he cared for her. She knew better though. He did this with all the women.

"Yeah... but not a beer. I want something stronger.." she decided. The only way she could process this much information and not burst was through alcohol.

"What's your favorite drink, Princess?" He asked raising his chin and stepping closer to graze his fingers up and down her arms once sending her shivers.

"You're clearly already drunk," Elena took a step back.

"Only this much," he held up his pointer finger and thumb leaving maybe an inch between them.

"Damon I can't. It's been a long day. I don't need your games blinding my judgement. I already have alcohol for that."

"Elena.." Damon started. "I'm not gonna make a move I promise. You're not ready for that, and I won't push you. I will be flirting though. It's in my nature," Damon smirked. Elena rolled her eyes. "What's the harm in having a little fun?" He asked with a waggle of his eyebrows and a wink. Elena snatched the red solo cup rolling her eyes again.

"Where'd you put the tequila?" She asked with a smile.

•••

"Wanna dance?" Damon yelled at her over the music after shot six. Elena smiled with a nod. She had to stick close to him just in case.

"How are you not drunk?" Elena yelled over the music jumping up and down slightly as Damon followed.

"Vampires have a higher alcohol consumption tolerance. I'd rather stay sharp and keep an eye on you than get wasted and have the plan fall through," Damon smiled. A sense of his bad boy came out when he smirked down at her. "Besides, I like being this close to you," Damon pushed his body against hers as they moved to the beat.

"I should be yelling at you right now, but to be honest I'd rather take you upstairs," Elena grabbed him by the collar pulling him. Damon stopped in his tracks.

"I can't," he claimed with a small sigh.

"What do you mean you can't? Come on just one time. This opportunity won't come up again," Elena ran her pointer finger down the open part of his t-shirt.

Stepping closer she raised to her tiptoes encircling her arms around Damon's neck pressing her lips rather hard to his.

Elena could feel him harden against her grinding her hips up to his. Damon pulled back taking a step away from her.

"You're drunk. You're not thinking clearly. I can't take advantage of you like that... that kiss was rather sexy though," he said with a small smile. "I hope there will be more of that in the future at least," Damon placed his finger under her chin to look him in the eye. The other hand raked through her hair to the back of her head. "You remember what to do?" Damon asked. Elena nodded looking from his icy blue eyes down to his intriguing lips.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend!" Stefan yelled shoving Damon. The party around them kept going, but some people turned to look at them.

"Your girlfriend? You think she's planning on staying with your pathetic ass after what she witnessed today?" Damon challenged pushing Elena behind him abruptly.

"What?" Stefan asked.

"She saw you and KitKat going at it this morning." Damon chuckled.

He couldn't tell him that he had found out through his vampire hearing and told Elena because she wasn't supposed to know about the whole vampire thing yet.

"Kinda rough timing and all. I mean this is celebrating your third anniversary or whatever. I'm not really sure that means anything to you. I mean... the Stefan I know would put all his time and effort into making this occasion one to remember with his love, but here you are making a fool of yourself. Are you off your rocker and Klaus's little bitch again?" Damon asked going straight to the point. "Is that why that fucker is in my house drinking my bourbon?" Damon scoffed standing taller. Stefan's expression didn't change.

"Katherine and I have history. I'll just compel Elena and no harm, no foul, right brother?" Stefan took a step forward placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened to you?" Damon shook his head taking a step back. Elena hadn't ever seen this side of Damon. He was hurt and taken back. Then again she hadn't seen this side of Stefan either.

"First of all.. I've been working with Klaus since the twenties. We're best friends. Brother's even.. no offense Damon," Stefan smirked. "I've been 'dating' Elena for three years because Klaus needs her for something I'm not allowed to tell you. I've been here protecting her!" Stefan raised his voice.

"You've been keeping her hostage like a pig for slaughter!" Damon yelled gripping Elena closer to his body. Many people began to stop dancing and stare. "Why would you tell me this now?" Damon stepped closer to Stefan making him step back once. "I could take her right now and leave. You'd never find us."

"True.." Stefan smirked. "Or I could just have Originals posted at every exit of the house." He nodded to the front door where Elijah stood glaring at them. Damon looked back to the kitchen door where Rebekah was filing her nails in a chair with her feet up.

"There are eight exits in this fucking mansion and three originals, Stef. I know I didn't go to college four times like you but I'm pretty sure that doesn't add up," Damon chuckled dryly.

"But they're faster, and stronger and smarter than you'll ever be," Stefan spat. "He's always been two steps ahead of you."

"He's right," Klaus chuckled as he walked in. Elena clung on to Damon's bicep harder inching closer to him.

"I beg to differ," Damon shoved his hand into Stefan's chest reaching for his heart. Stefan cried out in pain. Klaus, Elena and the entire room gasped. The one who was most effected was Rebekah, however, who came rushing to the rescue. This is just what they all hoped for. Elena made her move and shoved the dagger that Damon gave Elena in her chest making her fall to the floor. Klaus reacted grabbing onto Rebekah just as Elijah and Katherine came rushing over to the mess of a scene. Damon grabbed Elena by the arm and vamped her out of there as fast as he could.

All Elena could see was everything blurred except for Damon who was carrying her. He looked down and smirked at her but when he looked back up, all Elena could see was worry. He wouldn't admit it, but Damon was worried about his brother. Everything happened so fast. Would Klaus kill him for failing at his task? Elena began to cry. He may not have been who he claimed to be, but Elena still loved him. Shoving her face into Damon'

He vamped for about five minutes before coming to a stop.

"Where are we?" Elena asked before she saw an all black suburban 2017 with tinted windows. "Damon.."

"Border of Virginia and North Carolina. Just be quiet, and follow me. I'm getting you out of here," he drug her to the car opening the back seat and nearly shoving her in before climbing in after her and shutting the door behind him. "Drive, Ric," he ordered to the front seat. The car lurched forward going faster than any car Elena had ever been in.

Elena looked around the car. Jenna was sitting in the passenger seat looking back to her with a small smile on her face that was still covered in worry. Looking to her left, Jeremy sat next to her sleeping. Elena turned to see Caroline sleeping on her mother... who was also sleeping. Bonnie was wide awake next to them with tears streaming down her face.

Elena looked up to Ric.

"How-"

"I compelled them to sleep. Yes, Elena. I'm a vampire," he nodded. "There might be a problem with Bonnie though. Yeah, I can't compel her. She's a witch." Elena looked back to Bonnie shocked.

"I don't know what's going on.." Bonnie weeped in broken fragments.

"What's with the extra baggage Ric? I said family only!" Damon ran his fingers through his hair messing it up slightly.

"She wouldn't have left without Bonnie and Caroline. They're her best friends, Damon.. and Caroline wouldn't have left without her mom," Ric scoffed.

"Where are we going?" Elena asked nervously.

"We're getting out of the country, honey." Jenna answered interlocking her fingers with Ric's. Elena squinted her eyes. She knew.

"I've had the essentials packed for weeks," Ric added.

"Italy or England?" Damon smirked.

*hey sorry it's been so long guys. I just moved into college and it's been kinda hectic. My grandfather passed away the same day I moved into my dorm so I've been kinda stressed.. anyways, I hope you like this. Half of this was done like a couple weeks ago and whenever I found time I'd write more. So I hope you liked this chapter! Please let me know in the reviews I would love feedback! Thanks again.

I used some lines from other shows/movies. See if you can find them! ;) -Syd*

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