AN: Thanks to Delena4Nian. I'm so glad you're reading this story too! Also, thanks again to Michelle Salvatore and you're welcome. Haha. Anyway, I have to admit, I have no clue where I'm going with this story. I'm totally just winging it. I make it up as I go. So if the story ever seems unplanned… it's because it is. Disclaimer: I wish I owned it because then me and Ian would be buddies. XD but I don't. I've never met Ian Somerhalder… I'm just a crazy girl that is obsessed with him…

Elena's Point of View

Elena and Alaric pulled into the Gilbert house. "Thanks, Alaric," she said. She opened the car door and was getting out when Alaric called after. "Wait." He grabbed her arm, keeping her in place.
She turned around, almost seeing irritated. "What?"
"Talk to me, Elena. What's wrong?"
Elena tried not to laugh at the question. What isn't wrong? She had to hold back a snarky response. Instead, she drew in a breath. "I chose Stefan's brother over him. I'm going to have to live with that. Especially if something happens to him. If Stefan dies or gets hurt, it'll be on me." She pulled her arm away, and left the car, not even glancing back at Alaric. She walked up her front steps and walked into the house.
"Elena," Jeremy said as soon as she had stepped foot into the living room. "You're back. Is Alaric with you?"
"No, he's with Damon," Elena explained.
"How is Damon?" Jeremy asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Elena sighed. "Not too good," she admitted. "He was unconscious when we reached him and he stayed out the entire car ride. He woke up a little after we brought him home, but then was out again."
"Sounds like he's been having a rough night," Jeremy said. He glanced at Elena and looked into her eyes. "What else is wrong?"
"With Damon?"
"With you."
Elena looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Something is wrong," Jeremy observed. "You can tell me."
Elena looked away. "It's Stefan. Klaus has him and he had no humanity left. Plus, I practically chose Damon over him. What kind of girlfriend does that make me?" Jeremy pulled her into a hug after a tear slid down her face. "That's not all," she said into his shoulder. "Stefan is completely out of it. He's the one who hurt Damon. He tortured him for hours."
"Are you serious?" Jeremy asked.
Elena nodded and pulled away. "I don't know what to do, Jer."
"I'm so sorry, Elena." Elena could tell Jeremy didn't know what to do. She smiled. "Thanks, Jer." She wiped her eyes. "I'm going to bed." And with that, she headed upstairs to her room.

Alaric's Point of View

"Come on, Damon, just drink!" For the past five minutes Alaric had been trying to get Damon to feed only to be disappointed and frustrated. Alaric poured more blood into Damon's mouth only to watch it spill out for the fifth time. "Oh, come on!" Alaric yelled. His patience was running out. "You need to drink or you won't get better." Damon was unresponsive.
Alaric in frustration threw the blood bag across the room and it hit the wall with a splatter. Alaric stood up straight and ran his hands through his hair. "Damon, I don't know what to do." He felt so helpless. It was like when Jenna died. He just didn't know what to do. There was only one person he actually knew that would be able to help them: Stefan. But since Stefan was definitely unavailable, it left him with no one. There was Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, Matt and Tyler who basically were in on the vampire world, but obviously none of them could do anything. He doubted there was any spell that Bonnie could use that would help him.
Alaric knew what he had to do. It was a long shot, but he had to try. He went over to where his jacket was on the back of a chair. He grimaced when he saw how much of Damon's blood was on it. He reached into one of its pockets and pulled out his cell phone. Scrolling through the names in his contact list, he came across the one he needed. He was hesitated for a short while before finally decided to call the number.
It rang once. Twice. Three times. Alaric was beginning to think that it wasn't going to work when suddenly in the middle of the fourth ring, there was an answer.
"You and I both know I'm not going to help you." Those were the first words Alaric was greeted with.
"Stefan," Alaric began. "He's your brother. I know Klaus isn't going to let you leave, but we'll find a way. Please, Stefan. Damon needs your help. He's not drinking and-"
"Maybe I don't want to help Damon," Stefan cut in.
"That's a lie and you know it," Alaric said. "Are you telling me that you actually want your own brother to die? After all you two have been through together? I don't believe it. After all, you are with Klaus because you wanted to save him in the first place."
"Maybe things have changed."
"Elena loves you, Stefan." Alaric yelled into the phone, knowing why Stefan was so mad at Damon. "She only chose Damon because you don't have your humanity. Usually you wouldn't have cared if Damon got saved and not you. The only reason you're acting like this is because Klaus has been forcing you to drink human blood. This isn't you Stefan."
Stefan was silent for a moment. Alaric was worried that he wasn't going to answer, when suddenly he heard Stefan sob.
"Stefan?"
"I need help, Alaric. I want to regain my humanity, but what if I don't."
"The fact that you're thinking of all this, tells me that you're going to be just fine."
"What do I do?"
"We can think of a way to get you out and-"
Stefan cut him off. "No. I can't leave."
"Why not? Don't tell me that you actually want to stay there…"
"Of course I don't," Stefan said and Alaric breathed a sigh of relief. "Then what's the problem?"
"Damon's only alive because of Klaus," Stefan began. "And Klaus won't let me forget that. He says that if I leave, he'll just bite Damon and it'll start back up. Except that this time, he says won't give a cure no matter what."
"What do we do?" Alaric asked.
"I have no idea," Stefan admitted. "But I'm sorry, Alaric, I have to go. Klaus doesn't necessarily know that I'm talking to you." And with that, Stefan hung up.
Alaric sighed and tossed his phone onto a nearby chair. He glanced at the unconscious Damon. "Well that got us nowhere."