I was hesitant on weather or not to go to Stefan's. Everything had changed over a day. I had promised Damon I would tell him but how? What did Katherine want so bad that she had to take over my body? I examined my hand; my two fingers were red from the burn of my necklace.

I reached up slowly to touch it again. I gripped it hard and it was cold, cold like ice and an image of Katherine with her eyes filled with rage came into my head. I quickly let go of the necklace.

I couldn't just avoid him and it was only a matter of time before he asked, but I needed help. Katherine wanted something and would stop at nothing to get it. She didn't stop with her mirror appearance yesterday; she took over my dreams again too.

She showed me with Damon. We were dancing and smiling. Then she kissed him and I felt it on my lips. I awoke in a dead sleep unable to go back to bed.

I rubbed my tired eyes at the memory of last night.

I needed to tell Damon while I still had the nerve.

I sat in the den and took the last sip of scotch from my glass.

I couldn't stop thinking of what I told Elena. I think I revealed too much of what I was feeling. Caught up in the moment? Naw that never usually happened to me. I knew I was risking a lot being this close to Elena; I was risking my heart being this close just to know it would probably would be broken.

But in some weird way I trusted Elena, I think that is why I opened up to her so much. I knew Stefan would not be happy if he knew of the visit Elena payed me yesterday. In fact I still needed her to tell me why she wanted to know about the past.

I put the glass down and walked up stairs to my room. Stefan was standing by the window.

"What's with the depressed face?" I laughed.

He looked pist.

"I'm not depressed, just thinking." He said.

"Oh I'll let you think in private." I replied.

I bent down under my bed and pulled the boxers out that Elena was so disgusted by.

I laughed to myself.

When I grabbed the boxers I grabbed something hard instead. I pulled it out.

It was Elena's blackberry. Must be she dropped it when she was hidden under my bed.

Thank god I found it and not Stefan. This was a reason I could go talk to her, to give her cell phone.

I slipped it in my pocket.

I was board there was nothing to do but mess with innocent human minds, which I had already done three times. I needed to do something. Suddenly the weight of Elena's blackberry felt like a thousand pounds.

I grabbed the phone from my pocket and dialed her home phone number.

It rang twice.

"Hello." An soft voice said.

"Elena?" I asked.

"Um, yes." She spoke with worry.

"This is Damon, you left your cell under my bed." I said, emphasizing the word bed.

I was almost positive I could feel her eye roll through the phone.

"Yeah, I'll be over to get it." She said.

"Actually I was thinking we could meet somewhere, that way you could finish our little "talk" we had earlier." I suggested.

It was silent for a while as though she was hesitating.

"Well?" I asked.

"Fine." She said. "Meet me at the grill in twenty minutes?"

"Naw that won't do, how bout somewhere more private, like the football field?" I said.

"Fine, see you in twenty." And then the line went dead.

I smiled to my self. I don't know why I was somewhat happy that I was going to be seeing Elena again. Either it was the fact of sneaking behind Stefan's back or just because it was with Elena.

I brushed my hair fast trying to get the last of the knots out, and when I finally realized my hair was going to be impossible I grabbed a hairpiece and flung it around my hair. I didn't know why I seemed so happy to see Damon; usually I was filled with disgust whenever his name was mentioned.

Lately Damon was acting like a person with a soul and I sort of liked it. I knew I couldn't get too close to Damon, but we were friends. No harm in being friends right?

I slipped on a pair of true religion jeans and my favorite yellow tee shirt. I started to slip on a pair of flats but then I remembered I would be with Damon, and I knew being with Damon meant you always had to be mobile so I traded them in for my old, worn out black converse.

I tip toed down the stairs and snuck out the back quietly.

I drove down the street to the high school. The parking lot was empty; it was a Saturday so it should have been fairly empty anyways. I parked and started walking towards the field.

The sky was dark and gray a sign of rain was coming. I stood at the bottom of the tall rows of bleachers.

I noticed a dark figure slumped over, black tousled hair framed his face and I could almost see his blue eyes glance in my direction. I took a deep breath and started climbing my way up the bleachers.

"You have way too many friends." He said as I approached him. "Your contact list is ridiculous I bet you never even talk to all these people." He said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Well I think it's a good thing to have friends unlike you."
I shot back. "And what is with snooping through my phone?" I asked.

"Oh it was tempting." He said raising his dark brows.

I rolled my eyes.

"Right." I said.

He handed me my phone and I gripped it hard letting the keypad dig into my hand. How was I supposed to tell him his ex-vampire girlfriend was taking over everything I do?

"So now it is your turn to tell me what was with the twenty questions." He said.

The wind blew and a piece of his black hair flew in his face and distracted me.

"Weird things have been happening to me." I said trying to think of a way to let it out.

He raised raised his left eyebrow.

"I have been seeing things." I said.

"Ohh, like dead people." He teased. "You should talk to you witch friend about that."

"No not dead people." I snapped. "I …I think Katherine is trying to get to me." I said, feeling like a total idiot.

"Katherine?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"Elena she is dead." He told me flatly.

"Do you really know that?" I asked.

He was quiet for a moment and shook his head.

"Why do you think that?" he asked again.

I hesitated.

"I keep having these unreal dreams." I said. "She is in them controlling me."

"Elena." He said with a voice sounding like he was explaining something to someone who knew nothing. "It's a dream, they're never real." He rolled his eyes.

"No Damon, these aren't like normal dreams. These are real, I feel like I'm there, when she runs it's my legs that are running." I explained. "And the visions during the day. She flashes me these images of her kissing Stefan or you." I said pointing to him. "She is using my body as some sort of a gateway to you. I lost control yesterday with her she was inside me, talking through my mouth, she told me that she was back to get what was rightfully hers."

He was quiet for a minute trying to process all of what I had just told him.

"How could she be controlling you?" it sounded more like a real question than just him being sarcastic.

"I don't know but I can't tell Stefan." I said.

He looked up at me his crystal blue eyes scrutinizing my face.

"But you can tell me?" he said.

"I trust you." I admitted to him letting my hair fall creating a blanket between us.

I peeked out through my hair and saw a big smile on his face. He was clearly enjoying this.

"Alright." He said standing up. "Let's go."