Her fingertip traced lazily across his back.

Damon lay on his stomach, his cheek resting against the covers, staring at Elena. She laid on her side, one arm tucked underneath her head while her other draped over Damon, her fingers drawing imaginary patterns.

"You never said where you went."

"Hmm?"

"The other day…when you left. You didn't say where you went."

"I know."

"…where did you go?"

Damon sighed, shutting his eyes.

"I was watching. You. I was watching you."

Elena's finger stilled.

"Watch me? Why?"

"I was making sure of something."

Elena stayed silent for a moment.

"Were you seeing if I'd go to Stefan?"

He said nothing.

Elena curled closer to Damon and draped her leg across his thigh.

She kissed the tip of his nose and rested her cheek against his.

"Im yours," she whispered.

Damon said nothing, his eyes staying closed. But his lip curled into the slightest smile.

He turned his face into hers and kissed her slowly on the lips, savoring it.

"Go to sleep," he said as he threw his arm across her shoulders.

That morning, Damon left Elena sleeping in bed while he met Stefan at a café off of Washington Street. Of course the coffee did nothing for Damon, but the warmth was comforting. His left palm cupped the porcelain cup while he grabbed the decanter of cream and poured a ridiculous amount into the cup. The dark hue of the coffee instantly became muted to pale beige. Damon smiled to himself and he stirred the cup slowly with a small spoon. He looked up at Stefan, his eyes peeking up over Ray Ban Cats sunglasses.

"Well," Stefan asked, "are you going to answer me?"

"Should I dignify this with a response," he mused aloud before changing his voice to a mocking tone, "Why no, Stefan, I do not know who is trying to poison Elena."

Damon put the spoon down.

"If I knew who it was," his tone was suddenly lethal, "that person would be dead by now."

Stefan crossed his arms and rested them on the table. He leaned forward.

"What are we going to do?"

Damon took a cautionary look around.

"Lay low. You coming into town certainly muddled things so I wouldn't be surprised if they backed off for a bit."

"Why didn't you tell me she had cancer," Stefan asked suddenly. His eyes were pensive.

Damon leaned back in his chair and measured Stefan's look with a disinterested one of his own.

"Because," he said casually, "I wanted her for myself."

"Is this about Katherine?"

"Fuck Katherine," Damon spat suddenly. He sat straight in his chair. "Katherine was a manipulative bitch. Is a manipulative bitch. Whatever. It doesn't matter. This isn't about her. But if you really want to play that game, I can go there. You did take Katherine from me."

"So you wanted to take Elena from me?"

Damon said nothing, allowing himself to cool.

"I didn't have to take her. She came to me. A ripe strawberry begging to be plucked."

Stefan's eyes flashed anger.

"You took advantage of her."

"Oh, Im sorry, did I almost kill her and disappear to a monestary? Did I give her cancer? Did I ask her to come knocking on my door and beg me to take her pain away? No. Face it, bro, you were the catalyst, not me."

"You're selfish."

"You act like you're telling me something I don't already know. And this is getting off topic. As much as I hate to ask you, I need you to move back into the Boarding House."

"That's not asking."

"Well, that's the best that you're gonna get."

Before Stefan could answer, the words died on his lips as he saw Damon's features change. His gaze was just passed him. Stefan turned, following his gaze. He saw nothing and looked back at Damon.

"What?"

Damon stood and walked out of the café.

Stefan began to follow.

"Sir," the waitress called out, "you need to pay for that coffee or I'm gonna call the police."

Stefan turned, his attention diverted. He handed the waitress a twenty dollar bill and told her to keep the change. Damon stood outside on the sidewalk and walked to the corner, looking around.

"What?" Stefan asked.

"I thought I saw Elena…"

"That's impossible."

"I know it is."

"Then what's going on?"

" God, I never should have left her alone in that house."

Elena smelled jasmine. She felt the warmth of a body pressed against her, lips against her throat. Elena moaned, groggy from sleep. Teeth slid across her, breaking her skin lightly, pleasingly. She arched her back and smiled. She opened her eyes and found her eyes staring into the eyes of another. But it was a doppelganger. It was a mirror. She was staring at herself? And yet these eyes were harder, dangerous. Elena gasped. Those eyes held her. They pulled her down like a heavy anchor into the dark depths of the unknown. It pulled her outside of herself so fast that she didn't get a chance to think. All she managed to do was gasp sharply. And then she could hear her own voice. Was it her voice?

"Shhhh," the voice said. "Be calm."

A small whimper escaped Elena's throat.

"Shhh," the voice said again. "Don't be afraid. You're dreaming."

A hand slid down waist. Was she touching herself? Was someone touching her?

"We are so beautiful," the voice mused. "Perfect skin, perfect eyes…perfect body."

A tongue flicked over her nipple.

"Why wouldn't you want to touch yourself? Especially when I know what I like. You like."

Elena shook, words caught in her throat. Or was she talking to herself?

Help.

"You're scared. You're always scared. It will pass"

She could feel the pressure of a kiss in between her breasts. But the eyes…she could still feel the eyes. But the kiss…

The mouth moved lower, a tongue leaving a trail of moisture as it slid across cool skin.

"Maybe Im a narcissist."

Elena looked down. It was as if she was making love to herself…the mouth moved lower. Elena's hand moved tentatively, her fingers threading in soft brown hair.

"That's it, ma Cherie," the voice purred and her face again visible as she looked up at Elena. Her twin. Herself. Fingers slid inside of Elena and a moaned escaped her lips. She was in absolute terror, absolute pleasure.

"I'm going to love you to death, Elena," the voice said sweetly.

Just then a muffled bang was heard in the floor below.

Damon bounded up the stairs and burst loudly into Elena's room.

Elena laid on the bed, naked, covers thrown off.

She propped herself up, half asleep.

"Whats going on," she asked.

Stefan appeared behind Damon and quickly averted his eyes and walked back out of the room and into the hall.

Elena's eyes widened and she covered herself with her comforter. Her mind had completely blocked out her dream.

"Damon?" she asked again, louder.

Damon walked into the room.

"Nothing," he said softly, noting the scent of Jasmine in the air. "Nothing."