A/N: OMG GUYYYSS, I'M SOOO SORRY! I had this chapter on my laptop for a lonnnng time and I forgot about it. I thought I had already put it up, and I just noticed I didn't when I was about to update this story. SORRRYYYY!

Okaaaaay, third chapter. I think I may end it right here =P We shall see...

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries or any of its characters. LJ Smith and the producers of the show do.

I woke up with a start, looking around to take in my surroundings. It seemed like no time had passed. Seriously, it was as if I had blinked and suddenly, I were lying in a hospital bed. I had no memory of passing out, what-so-ever, but I knew I did because...well, how else would I find myself in a hospital with no recollection of getting here?

The lights were beating down on my sensitive eyes, and I blinked rapidly so that my eyes would get more used to it. Being in a hospital, I had to be hurt in someway, right? Well...not quite. I felt no pain what so ever, and was wondering what kind of pain killers the doctors had put me on.

"Elena." I heard a whisper from my right, and looked over to see who it was. I immediately smiled when I saw him. I think he just made my whole day.

"Stefan. You came to see me." I whispered back. He took my hand in his, and kissed it, never taking his eyes off me.

"Of course I came, darling, why wouldn't I come?" He murmured soothingly. I smiled...and then felt confused.

"Wait...why am I here? And why do I hurt so much?" He looked alarmed.

"You don't remember...?" I shook my head in response. "Oh, that's not good..." He muttered, trailed off slightly.

"Well...Katherine pretty much-" He started, but I didn't hear the rest. The moment he said "Katherine", everything came rushing back to me all at once. The death of Uncle Jon. Jeremy being a vampire. Katherine attacking me. Me passing out.

"Shit," I whispered, suddenly overwhelmed. My eyes started brimming with tears, and Stefan immediately stopped talking.

"Ahh, so you remember," he mumbled. I nodded, turning my face away from him. It was all too much, and I didn't want him to see me cry. I never cry, not since my parents died...but this was too much. "Elena, don't cry," He whispered soothingly, stroking my hand, and with his other hand, he pushed my hair away from my face. He kissed my forehead gently. "Come on, baby, don't cry." I nodded and he kissed my tears away, very gently. Gingerly. As if he were afraid to hurt me. That's when I realized the full extent of my injuries. Wow, I must look like shit. And I knew I would feel 10 times worse than I do now once the numbing faded. I sighed.

"What happened after I passed out?" I asked, looking at him again. He looked like he didn't want to tell me, didn't want to relive it all. But he did anyway, for my sake.

"She...Katherine. She bit you." My hand automatically flew to my neck, and sure enough, there was a huge bandaid there. My eyes widened. "Don't worry...you're still alive, and that's what matters." I noticed that he didn't try to tell me that she didn't take much blood. Seeing the look on my face, he sighed. "But..she took a lot of blood. We weren't sure you were going to make it, considering you injuries and lack of blood. They gave you a LOT of blood...but they still didn't think you would survive. It's a miracle you did." He looked away from me, evidently hiding something. "But, we need to leave. The doctors haven't seen you since when they treated you, and that was when we arrived. By then they had already declared you dead. We can't let them check on you..." He trailed off, and glanced at my confused looked.

"What are you talking about, Stefan?" I asked. Why did we have to leave right away?

"He looked at me, his eyes filled with sorrow and something else. Almost...apologetic? No, that can't be right.

"Elena, I'll explain after. For now, we need to get you out of here." I nodded promptly, and let him guide (well, sneak) me out of the hospital.

Stefan made me wait while he drove his car around to the back of the hospital. He took me straight to his house, which told me that there was something at my house he didn't want me to see. Automatically, I started to think about all the possible things that could've happened. Katherine could've killed Aunt Jenna. Jeremy could of killed Aunt Jenna. Oh lord, this so isn't good. I guess Stefan noticed me starting to panic, because he put a hand over my hand reassuringly.

"It's okay, Elena. Don't worry. For now, just relax. You need the rest..." I nodded.

"Okay...but Stefan...why did we have to leave so soon?" I finally asked him. I refrained from asking him right away because I was afraid of the answer. I still am.

"I..." He glanced at me quickly.

"Please, Stefan," I mumbled.

"I...I turned you," he whispered, sounding so apologetic, so worried for me. But my mind was working right, and I was still confused.

"You...what...?" I asked. He looked at me pointedly, waiting for me to realize what he meant. And then my eyes widened. I slapped my hands over my mouth, so I wouldn't scream. One glance at my expression, and Stefan immediately looked like he hated himself. No wonder my eyes hadn't gotten used to the hospital lights. No wonder I felt no pain what-so-ever even though I fully remembered that I had been tortured by Katherine. And now it dawned on me why Stefan had to get me out so fast. He did it so the doctors couldn't come by and check on me. So that they couldn't see that I have no pulse, and that all my injuries, that couldn't possibly have healed in less than an hour, were gone

They couldn't find out that I was, in fact, dead.

"I'm a vampire." The horror was clear in my voice.

A/N: Urghh...it sucks, doesn't it? I promise I'll make a better next chapter. Or...should I continue ? I dunno. Do you think I should continue?Thanks again to all my readers and reviewers.