Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries or the characters. Thank you so much for you support! Reached over 100 comments! You all are amazing. So most of you said that Damon and Elena's relationship was moving too fast, but don't worry there will be some...bumps in the road for these two. Enjoy chapter 10!

Everything after that went by so fast. Before he kissed me, I definitely wasn't opposed to it. I still hated him for taking me away from my life, but he'd shown me a completely different side to him; a sweeter and more vulnerable side to him. I couldn't hate him after seeing that. But I still couldn't shake the feeling that what we had going was wrong. I wanted it to feel right, but it just couldn't. I pushed those feelings aside and just felt the passion in the kiss. It ended too soon and I found myself craving move. However, there was another part of me that was saying to break away and run as fast as you can.

All the doubts disappeared from my mind as Damon's deep blue eyes locked with mine. I saw a smile spread across his lips; I guess he knew exactly how he felt about the kiss.

"I'll go get us some drinks," Damon shouted over the music and walked away towards the bar, leaving me alone on the dance floor. I didn't know if I should follow him or stay here. As more and more people started crowding the floor I decided to make my way over to the bar to see Damon talking to a bartender. Jealousy hit me like a ton of bricks when I saw how the bartender was looking at him. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that was way too low and she was smiling and laughing. What was she doing with my man? Wait since when did he become my man? Since when do I get jealous of what Damon does?

"Elena!" Damon shouted when he saw me standing there and he motioned for me to come over. "This is Brielle," he pointed at the bartender.

"Hey I'm Elena," I responded trying to be polite.

"I've seen you somewhere before," she studied my face trying to place it. I had a feeling I knew exactly where she'd seen my face and if I was right, this was going to be a big problem.

"I don't think so…" I tried to sound convincing but I was never really a good liar. I looked over at Damon for reassurance but he looked completely confused. Wait this was my golden opportunity; if she recognized me then I could ask her for help. But then Damon would probably have everyone in this place killed. I couldn't do that to them.

"Yeah you're that girl that went missing! Elena….Gilbert," she struggled to remember my name, but it came to her. Damon's face became a mixture of panic and anger, mostly anger.

"You must have her mistaken with someone else, it's ok it happens all the time," Damon said grabbing my arm and yanking me over towards him. He wrapped his arm tightly around my waist to prevent me from running away, since he was now worried I would.

Without saying another word, he pulled me out of the building and out to the car. He didn't say anything on the whole ride home. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or he just didn't know what to say.

We arrived at the house and he still didn't say anything. He just slammed the car door shut and stormed off into the house. I followed him, but I couldn't keep up with his fast pace.

When I walked through the front door, I heard the tv blaring from the living room. I walked in to find the news on. It'd been so long since I watched it so I decided to sit for a few minutes. They were talking about a storm coming up the west coast. I started losing focus, but it immediately got my attention when the news people started talking about a recent murder that happened outside a local bar. My heart nearly stopped when they flashed the man's picture on the screen; he was the same man I saw get killed that fateful night.

"In other news, the police have no leads in the disappearance of Elena Gilbert, who worked in the same bar where the man was killed," the woman on the screen reported. "They believe it has something to do with the murder, but there is no evidence to support that. Her brother Jeremy is here with us."

The camera turned to reveal Jeremy standing there with bloodshot eyes. I could see he had been crying, but he did his best to conceal it.

"Please whoever you are, just let her go. She's the only family I have left," he pleaded while holding a picture of me. "Or if you know anyone, please contact me at this number." A number flashed across the screen and the camera turned away from Jeremy.

As soon as he disappeared from the program, I felt sadness fill my heart. I missed Jeremy so much and I just wanted to tell him I was fine, but I couldn't. Damon wouldn't let me have any contact with anyone. The same man I just kissed and danced with was the same man who killed the man on the television and took me away from my brother. It all came rushing back to me, that night by the bar when I watched them pull the trigger, ending the man's life. How could one human being do that to another? I need to get out of here, I need to get back to Jeremy, he isn't ok on his own.

I had the advantage now, Damon trusted me, not completely but still more than before. I could use that, as much as I hated using people, I had to right now. Damon would be pissed if he ever finds out, but I have more of a chance now of getting away, back to Jeremy.

"Elena," Damon was standing there in the doorway. The news was still on and they were talking more about the murder and disappearance. "You shouldn't watch that," he stormed over to the television and shut it off.

"I didn't mean to…" I explained as he walked over towards me. There was a reasonable amount of distance between us; I think Damon still felt awkward after the kiss.

"Don't watch it again," he snapped at me. Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Did I do something wrong? He couldn't know about my plan yet, could he?

"I'm sorry," I said trying to calm him down.

"We can't have anything like tonight happen again, now can we?" he voice was laced with amusement because he knew something like tonight was exactly what I wanted. I couldn't argue with him though, if he was mad at me my entire plan would be ruined. I need him to trust me.

"I'm tired Damon, it's late," I lied. It was late, but I wasn't tired at all. In fact, I felt a surge of energy.

"Yes it is, we should get to bed. Everyone else in the house is already asleep," he told me. Yes, this was perfect. If everyone was asleep I would be able to sneak out.

We walked up to our rooms in silence. When I started walking into mine, Damon stopped me.

"I had fun tonight Elena," he admitted. I felt guilt rush through me because I was taking advantage of him. No Elena, he took you away from Jeremy; he's the one that should feel guilt. You need to get back to Jeremy, I told myself.

"Me too," I whispered before slipping into my bedroom. I couldn't bear another one of his emotional confessions tonight.

I sat there on my bed for a good two hours waiting for the house to be completely silent. When I finally stopped hearing footsteps everywhere, I started to get up from bed. I looked at the time and saw it was 3:30 in the morning. Normally, I would be tired at this time, but the adrenaline rush was keeping me awake.

I slowly opened the door to check if anyone was in the hall. Then I quickly stepped out and made my way down stairs, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible. Relief washed through me when I saw the door. I quietly swung it open and made my way out to freedom.

Oh bad Elena! Is she going to get away or will Damon catch her? Stay tuned for the next chapter!