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With the memories from last night still fresh in my mind, I wondered if I should try to go downstairs. I wasn't restrained at all, but I didn't know what Damon would say. Before my little stunt, Damon said it was fine for me to go anywhere I wanted, but now I'm not so sure. I waited for a while seeing if anyone would come into my room, but no one came. The clock ticked away, but still nothing. I didn't even hear anyone in the hallway. With my stomach growling and the absence of people, I finally decided to make my way down to the kitchen.

I expected some alarm to go off as soon as I opened the door, but there was nothing. I stepped out into the hallway and still nothing. This was getting weirder and weirder by the second. Maybe this was just Damon's plan, he wanted me to think that I was safe and I could try to run away again just to come out at the last second and catch me. That's what always happened with him.

Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, I heard the first voices I'd heard all day whispering near the staircase. It sounded important and I couldn't help but listen in on it. I crouched down on the staircase so they couldn't see me and just listened.

"He's back," someone said, but I didn't recognize the voice. It was probably just one of Damon's men.

"Are you sure?" I heard someone else say, but this time I knew who it was, Damon.

"We're positive, it's definitely Kol."

"But what does he want?" Damon sounded worried, which was something I'd never seen before.

"We don't know yet, but it probably has something to do with you…"

"We'll talk about this later," Damon said dismissing him.

I stood up and walked the rest of the way down the stairs, making it look like I heard nothing.

I knew I should have waited longer because as soon as I reached the floor, I walk right in front of Damon. I kept walking like he wasn't there, but it was obvious I saw him and he saw me.

"Hello Elena," he greeted me. I didn't say anything, I just kept walking.

"I don't appreciate being ignored," he said stepping in front of me so I couldn't go anywhere.

"What do you want?" I spat at him still trying to find a way around his body.

"Can't a guy just talk to his friend without wanting anything?" he asked.

"We aren't friends," I snapped at him.

"I don't know about that, we seemed pretty close that night at the club," he winked at me and I wanted to slap him right there, but I didn't.

"You got what you wanted, we talked. Now will you please let me through?"

"Come on Elena," his tone got serious, "how long are you going to hold last night against me?"

I didn't know what to say. How could he ask me that? What he did last night was awful; it would take way more than a day for me to get over it, if I ever could get over it.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled so quietly I could barely hear it. I knew it was hard for him to say that, but I wouldn't just melt at his feet again because he said two simple words.

"Tell it to someone who cares," I spat at him and moved around his body towards the kitchen. I felt bad for what I did, but I didn't have any sympathy left for him in me. There wasn't any room left for it.

I felt relief to see Julia in the kitchen. It was nice to see a familiar face and I hadn't talked to her in a while.

"Elena! Hey! What are you doing here?" she said in between moving things into the pantry. It was obvious she was extremely busy.

"Uh this is still the kitchen right?"

"Oh right, silly me," she laughed as she walked out of the pantry and came over to me. "What can I do for you?"

"I was just hoping to get a little something to eat," I said.

"Oh sure, I'll make you some pancakes," she said running off to the closet to get the ingredients.

"Hey can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, ask away," she started flipping the pancakes and they landed perfectly on the stove.

"Who's Kol?" I asked and I saw her face instantly go pale. The pancakes she was flipping perfectly fell and landed off the pan. She tried to regain her composure, but it was obvious what I said affected her.

"W-where did you hear that name?" she started stuttering.

"I just heard some people talking and that name came up a few times. Why? Is something wrong?"

"No nothing's wrong…" she started focusing on the pancakes again as if nothing happened.

"So do you know who he is?"

"No, I've never heard of him," she lied. I could usually tell when people are lying and Julia wasn't the best liar. I wanted to call her out on it, but I knew she wasn't going to get any information from her. I'd have to go to other people. After all, I wasn't going to give up on this that easily.

For the rest of the day, I went around to the staff and asked them if they knew who he was. I wasn't stupid enough to go any higher up than the maids otherwise they might tell Damon. Sure I ran the risk of Damon finding out even with the maids, but it was definitely less of a chance.

Even though I talked to almost every staff member I knew and I wasn't any closer to finding this out. I didn't know why I wanted to know so badly. Maybe it was because people just weren't telling me.

It was late at night and I was just walking around alone. I kept thinking everything through until my brain hurt.

"Elena…" I spun around to meet a certain blue-eyed man.

I tried to walk away, but he stopped me again. This was becoming a habit.

"Please I need you to hear me out," he begged me, but I didn't say anything. He continued anyways.

"What we had…our friendship, it was nice. I would hate to lose it," he said.

"What's your point Damon," I knew I was being a bitch, but I couldn't help it. He just made me so angry.

"Can we ever go back to that?"

There was a long silence. I didn't know what to say. I knew what I wanted to say, but it wasn't what Damon would want to hear.

"I don't know," I lied, but I couldn't just say no. It would crush him and even though I hated him, I couldn't do that to him.

His face looked stunned, but he just walked away, not saying anything. I couldn't tell if he was hurt. I knew he was expecting something different.

Now it was just me in the living room. That's why my heart nearly stopped when I heard a bang in the room.

I went over to where it came from, but I didn't see anything. As soon as I turned back around I felt a cloth being pressed against my mouth and then darkness.

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