A/N To make sure, the last chapter that I added might have been a bit confusing, but After Stefan wrote that page in his journal, Katherine stole it and brought it to Elena during Damon's and her's sexy time. K? Oh and much thanks to all the follows, it mean's a lot to me, also sorry for not updating sooner, I've been so busy with school lately, it might be a little longer until the next few chapters come out, because I just got a job and I don't know how much free time I'll have! I'll try and update at least once a week now. xoxox, Samm.

Elena's POV:

It's been a week, I haven't said anything to Damon and all I can do is look at Stefan's journal. Why did Katherine give it to me, could it really be that important? I haven't heard from Stefan and maybe he wanted me to read it? I needed to read it. I popped open the lock and went to his last journal entry. My eyes went wide and everything went blurry as tears streamed down my face as I read his entry.

"Dear Diary, today something happened and I fear that one day it will kill me. I broke a promise, I was supposed to look after Jeremy but the hunter got to him. I don't know how.. I knew something was wrong the minute I walked into the Grill. What am I going to say to Elena? All I can do is hope that his body will start to breath soon. Jeremy has died a few times with his ring on and every time he comes back to life the time delays. It's getting longer for his body to respond to the ring and I don't know if this time he'll wake up. I have to do something..."Elena I'm sorry I couldn't protect Jeremy.. I know you will never forgive me so I'm leaving. I won't be able to stand the sight of your crying face because I know it's my fault. Knowing that you've lost so much due to vampires and other things. I'm sorry. I don't know how to tell you this but I can only hope that one day soon you'll read this. I'm so sorry, I know you will never forgive me but I truly am sorry..Goodbye.."

What? How? Why? Denial. It hit me like a pound of bricks. This was a lie, Jeremy couldn't be dead, Stefan was supposed to protect him, and he died.. impossible. I couldn't stop crying and I knew Stefan would never lie about something like this. A new feeling came with my heightened Vampire emotions, I was beyond angry, I wanted to kill Stefan. I ripped his journal in half and ran out the door with vampire speed, rushing past Damon, and outside in the cold crispy air.

I didn't know what or who I was looking for, Anything or Anyone to get my mind off of this disaster. My heart was broken, the pain in my chest had me gripping my heart and heaving. The pain was too much for me to take, there must be something I can do to make it stop. I kept running and I found myself at a bar by the time I stopped, I was far outside of the boarder of Paris but still in France. People were everywhere. I saw a young couple, the girl was maybe 24 and was wearing a red, knee length dress with a cropped jean jacket and brown ankle boots. The man was wearing a simple white V-neck T-shirt and dark wash jeans. I waited. They were walking to their car on a desolate street, a plan started being conjured up with my vampire conscious. I 'tripped' an 'fell'. After hearing me fall the young couple turned around an offered me their assistance.

"Oh my, are you okay?" He said to me, while reaching for my hand to help me up.

"Yes, I'm such a klutz sometimes, I swear I make a mess out of anything." I said while grabbing his hand so he can help me up. Instead when I grabbed his hand I pulled him towards me and I sunk my teeth into his neck. "HELP!" He yelled but I silenced him when I drained all the fresh blood from his body. He went limp. On the other hand his girlfriend turned to see what was taking him so long and she saw me covered in his blood.

"No! No! please just let me go!" She was frantic, I smiled inwardly as she realized there was no escaping me. I lunged forwards and drained her. As I licked my lips from the remaining blood, the pain in my chest came back and it was worse. It wasn't just sadness from losing the only family I had left, it was the guilt of killing these two helpless people, it was the fact that I was alone. I had no one. I didn't have any reason to be here, I was already dead, what was the point of being 'alive' when I had no family, friends, love? I slumped up against a nearby brick wall of a building on the street and slowly sunk down, crying.

I wanted to rid myself from this pain and so I did. I did the one thing I thought I would never do, I flicked the switch, shutting off all my feelings I had. I didn't want to feel the guilt, the pain, the suffering, the love that I didn't deserve to feel. So I didn't, there was no need anymore.

Damon's POV:

"Elena?!" Where was she going? I barley even saw her as she ran by. I know it's been awkward since that night a week ago but I didn't think it would compel her to run away from me.. no this couldn't have been because of me. I walked in the room she was staying in and what I saw, I could barley comprehend. Her whole room was destroyed, I knew she was throwing a fit but this was a far too much. In the corner of her room something caught my eye, it was looked like the journal Kathrine had given her. Except that it wasn't anymore, it was all shreds and I couldn't even read what was written.

I knew Elena and I knew she wasn't going to come back on her own. This was an extremely emotional vampire baby. She wasn't throwing one of her temper tantrums, this was something real, and it had to do something with Stefan's journal and what was written in it.

I didn't know what to do, and I always know what to do. I called Elena, no answer. I grabbed my leather jacket off the back of the couch and sped outside, hoping to see her around, but she was no where to be found. I called her name out, I asked people if they've seen a girl like her, nothing. I was way over paranoid, and I whipped out my phone and called her again.

"Are you looking for someone?" A man walking near me asked.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a girl yay high.." I said while putting my hand up to where her head should be, "She's very snappy, and she has long brown hair, with doe eyes, an..."

"And she's upset?" The man asked, looking like he knew who I was talking about. "Yeah have you seen her?"

"HA, have I seen her? Any man who've seen a sight like her wouldn't be able to forget it. The name's Kyle." He smirked, no one could pull off a smirk and look good at the same time except for me.

"Well Kyle, I don't recall asking for your name, but since you've seen her, tell me which way she went. I said grabbing him by his shoulder roughly and looking deep in his eyes. His eyes pulsed before he answered with a blank stare, "She went north towards the outside of Paris, she was crying but there was a hint of something more there. She bumped into me while running." No emotion in his voice he stared blankly at me.

Before turning around, I looked at him still compelling him, "Oh and if you ever think about looking at her again I'll snap your neck." With that I smirked and hailed one of those small taxis pointing them to the outskirts of France, wishing that it was my baby blue Camero.

"Elena, you better be around here." I said while looking out the window.