EPOV

I woke up slowly the next morning. I was in a deliciously comfortable bed with satin black sheets. I sighed contentedly and sniffed. It smelt of... Damon? I gasped suddenly as the memories of last night flooded me. My eyes shot open and sure enough, lying next to me, was a slumbering Damon.

Ah... Hell. Please let it be a dream. Please don't let me be naked. Please...

I peeked under the covers and sure enough, I was nude. Crap. I stroked the side of my neck tentatively and felt a sharp sting as my fingers brushed over the two puncture marks.

Quietly, I snuck out of Damon's bed and tiptoed towards the door. Damon sighed loudly in his dream. Lucky for me Damon slept like the dead... no pun intended. I stole into Stefan's room and grabbed my diary from its hiding place under the wardrobe. I needed to write this down before my head exploded.

Dear Diary.

I am officially screwed. Seriously.

Yesterday, I played strip man with Damon. Before you judge me, he wouldn't take no for an answer and my other choices were making a bet with him or playing truth or dare. Personally, I think I chose the safest one. I managed to win the game without losing my dignity so I went upstairs for a shower. Half way through, this man came in. I thought it was Damon so I shouted that he was a pervert, but I was dragged out of the shower and was forced to look into his eyes. This man was definitely not Damon.

The next thing I remember was lying on the couch, burning from the inside out. Fire filled my dreams and everyone I know and care about was burning in my dream right alongside me.

Then I felt Damon kissing me, so I opened my eyes. He was crying, my dearest diary. Damon was crying. So I asked him what was wrong and he said he was worried about me. Now, I was sure that was true, but I knew that there was something else as well. Then he told me what the man in the bedroom had done. This was the man that took Stefan's ring. He had compelled me to say I chose Damon over Stefan, and then made me Make Out with Damon. Finally, he dropped me to the floor and put me through pure agony.

So Damon kissed me again. I know this is wrong, but at that moment, I felt that Stefan was as significant to me as a grain of sand on a whole beach, and Damon was the sparkling, clear ocean. So kissed him back. We got a bit carried away. So this morning, I woke up naked. In Damon's bed. With Damon right beside me and puncture marks in my neck. As you can see, great start to the day.

What the hell am I supposed to do, Diary? I feel so bad about betraying Stefan, but after this, I feel that my True Love belongs to Damon, and my love for Stefan has never been anything more than sisterly. But that can't be possible, can it? Me and Stefan belong together, right? The fact that I even doubt this blows my mind.

Thank you, my most faithful Diary, for being so understanding. I'll write you again soon.

Elena Gilbert.

DPOV

I smiled as I woke up, remembering last night's madness. I turned my head and found Elena was gone. I reached to her mind with my power and found that she was just replacing her diary... under Stefan's... wardrobe. I felt her emotions. Regret, uncertainty, confusion. I leaped out of bed and dressed myself before I sauntered down the stairs towards an unaware Elena, who was eating cereal.

EPOV

"Good morning, Elena."

I jumped as Damon's silky voice came to my ears. I turned slowly and my eyes met his victorious grin. He smirked at me as I glared up at him, but somehow, my glare didn't have the normal "God, Damon is so annoying" feeling it usually did. Damon continued to smirk at me as I turned back around to resume eating my cereal.

"Your neck looks sore. I could fix that if you like..." Damon clued.

"I'm good, thanks" I sighed. I would have loved for him to heal my neck, but I was not going to be getting close to him again anytime soon... or ever again, if I could help it. I tried to ignore the throbbing of my neck, but it seemed to get worse and worse with time. I glanced over at Damon, who was now lounging on the sofa reading Dracula. Suddenly, he erupted into fits of laughter and the book fell to the floor.

"You know, Dracula is not supposed to be a comical book."

"Whatever." He sniggered.

I felt the side of my neck again and gasped as a sharp hurt pierce through me from the twin marks. They were no longer bloody, but God did they hurt. They hurt more than the very rare occasions when Stefan bit me. So much more. They brought tears to my eyes now. My "Don't get close to Damon" campaign had failed already.

"Damon." I grimaced.

"Yes, Elena?" He asked, innocently.

"Why does it hurt so much? It's so painful..."

"Just say the word, Elena..."

"Fine! Just make the pain go!"

"Okay, okay! Relax!"

Damon strode over to me and took me in his arms. "Lean your head back." He directed, so I did. He bent his face over my neck, and I felt his tongue glide over the searing punctures, washing away the pain. At that moment, I could have replayed yesterday all over again. I wanted to, but I figured I'd done enough damage to Stefan and me already.

Damon straightened up and I looked up at him.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Damon smirked at me. "You're welcome, Princess."

I gave him a questioning glance.

Damon just walked away.