I tapped my finger on the coffee table next to the couch. I could tell it annoyed Damon but I couldn't help it, it was the only thing that calmed my nerves.

Finally the door opened and we could both exhale.

It was Stefan.

He laid a brown paper bag on the table and I went to join him in the kitchen.

"What's with all the food?" I asked.

"Well you will be staying with us." He smiled. "We don't usually eat too much regular food but I figured you would like to."

I grinned.

Suddenly I felt guilty for not telling Stefan. Some how I seemed to trust Damon more! It still bothered me though.

I grabbed the milk and placed it in the fridge.

I could tell this was going to be hard to not tell Stefan.

I was just lying there. Staring up when I started to stand. I rubbed my eyes and opened them wide. That strange feeling occurred again and then I was finally realizing what was happening.

The sun shone through the tiny window and flashed into my eyes. I groaned and then rolled over. I grabbed his arm and put my head on it.

I heard a chuckle that made the pit of my stomach hurt.

I jumped up so fast that I rolled off the bed onto the floor.

My head crashed against the side table.

Suddenly he jumped off the bed.

Above me stood a shirtless figure. Black hair was tousled on his head and his crystal blue eyes looked down at me.

It was Damon.

"What the hell?" I whisper shouted.

"Oh don't worry, Stefan left last night for a late night snack." he said. "He didn't hear us." He smirked.

I gave him a disgusted look.

"Did you hit your head?" he asked as I put my hand to the cut on my head.

I was bleeding.

"Oh it's blood." I said. "You might want to leave."

He rolled his eyes.

"Elena I can handle to be around blood."

"Well since you don't mind. Why the hell am I in here?" I asked looking around Damon's room.

"Well first get off the floor." He said.

I stood up slowly, still scowling at him.

"Tell me you didn't have fun." He said.

"Damon what are you talking about?" I spat.

"Last night." He said. "Amazing." He emphasized.

"Damon." I yelled.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes.

Late last night you came walking into my room like a zombie. It was like you were totally disconnected from your body. You came over to my side and stared at me for five minutes. At first I thought you wanted me." He winked. "Just because you have always seemed to want me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways." He said. Throwing a white v-neck tee shirt on. " You just sat there. Then you said "it will be just like old times". You started to lean in so I pushed you away. When I called you Elena you freaked. You informed me your name was Katherine." He said.

I gasped. This was not happening again.

"Yeah that was my reaction. I jumped up ready to kill you when I realized it was Katherine in "your" body not just Katherine." He said.

"Then what happened after?" I asked while rubbing my eyes.

"We did the naughty." He said gazing at me.

I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at the back of his head.

"Okay fine." I told you to lie down and then I ignored you. You kept grabbing me and telling me that it would be just like it used to. You were angry that I was pushing you away." He said.

"You mean she was angry." I corrected.

He rolled his eyes.

"Finally you passed out and I went to sleep." He said.

"You weren't worried to be next to me when she was inside me?" I asked.

"I was half a sleep and you were grabbing at me, what was I supposed to do take a stake to your heart?" he said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Does Stefan know?" I asked.

"Luckily he left for a midnight snack before you tried to molest me, and he hasn't been back since." He said.

"Look Elena you can't wear the necklace anymore." He said. " You don't even remember what you did last night." He explained.

"I know but I can't have him asking questions." I spat back.

"Alright whatever." He said. "And put some pants on." He yelled from the hallway.

I looked down and grabbed my pants.

How bad could this get?

I pulled the pants on and ran down the stairs. I went to rip the necklace off but then thought of Stefan and let my hand drop.

I looked over at Damon. He brought a glass filled with red liquid to his mouth and chugged.

I looked away.