Hello my loves! Here is chapter two of my riveting (not really) tale. Hope you enjoy!

Elena opened her eyes blearily, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She smelled bacon and pancakes and made her way slowly from the room, stretching as she went. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes, trailing her hand on the wall.

"Stefan?" she called seductively. She ran into a wall of hard, black.. Damon?

"Sorry to disappoint Princess," he said waggling his eyebrows. Her saw the realization hit. Her sparkling eyes clouded over as the weight and sadness of the situation dawned on her.

"I-forgot," she lowered her eyes and slid past him "Did you make breakfast?" she said puzzled.

"No. It was the breakfast fairies," he smiled and grabbed two plates, dishing an ample amount of food onto both.

"So," she said strongly, raising her chin "What's the plan."

"Plan?" he replied as if it was a foreign concept "Generally you stick the fork in the food and then put it in your mouth," he smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"Can you be serious please?" she huffed

"Nope not a chance." he grinned cheekily. When her stern gaze didn't budge he huffed "FINE. Everyones coming here in," he glanced at his watch-less wrist "now"

"Who's everyone?"

"Should I get a dictionary? Because I thought the term was preeeetty clear." Damon batted his eyelashes innocently.

"Well. I'm going to shower then," she set down her plate and spun towards the stairs.

Upstairs, Elena went in search of shampoo. She checked Stefan's bathroom first, finding only Old Spice shampoo, conditioner, soap, gel, and mousse. She sighed and traveled down the hall towards Damon's room. His bathroom was far bigger then Stefan's. Figured. In his shower she found one tube of simple men's shampoo, and what was this? Fancy strawberry shampoo and conditioner, a Venus razor and strawberry shaving creme? Weird.

She sighed in rapture as the hot water washed away the sorrows and negative thoughts. The shampoo was frilly and overpriced but it smelled awesome and felt even better.

She got out and wrapped herself in an overtly fluffy black towel and emerged into Damon's room in search of a shirt. She ruffled through his drawers marveling at the sheer amount of John Varvatos button downs, haphazardly thrown in. She found a soft cotton vneck and threw it on over her skinny jeans. Black of course. She found a pair of long beige socks and scrunched them over her jeans.

"Elena," a familiar voice gently spoke behind her.

"Stefan," she breathed, spinning around. He pressed his lips to hers ferociously, hands pressed to her lower back. She pulled away regretfully

"Stefan what's happening? Klaus-"

He put a finger to her lips, silencing her.

"We don't have time. I just came... To say goodbye," he murmured sadly.

"Goodbye? Stefan what are you talking about?"

"He's talking about," a clipped British accent slid into the room "Being my, how do you say it, wingman," he smiled his charming yet terrifying smile. Stefan gripped Elena's arms and gazed penetratingly into her chocolate eyes. "Elena I love you. I will always love but I am going to have to do some things that I am not proud of. Do you understand?" his gaze bore into hers.

She nodded, confused.

"You have to remember me here, now. You have to remember me like this. Whatever you do, whatever I do, do not forget I love you. No matter what,"

"Stefan I-" she was crying now, she lowered her eyes shaking her head

"NO. I won't let you go,"

"Yes," Klaus said still smiling "You will." he laced his fingers together, sitting down politely on Damon's bed. "You see, we made a deal. He promised his life to me for ten years. He gave you up like that," he snapped his fingers "All to save his brothers life. And now it's time to go."

"I love you." he whispered, kissing her on the forehead one last time before disappearing with the enemy.

Dun dun DUNNNNNNN. Dramatic I know. Upon request I have added some (grimace) Stelena scenes in this chapter. But now he's gone! Or is he? ;) Review if you like it, review if you hated it, review if you READ IT! By the way I appreciate constructive critisism and suggestions. Love to you all, Sophie