AN: I told you would post more often now. Sorry the last chapter was really short, so this one will be longer to make up for that. Just be thankful I'm on Facebook so often now so I'm a fast typer. Thanks to Vivreaencrever for a review. And yes, I agree. Alaric kind of does need to get a hold of himself. Thanks to Sparx, glad you're liking it. And thanks to guest. I'm glad the chapter was enjoyable for you. Disclaimer: Crap, had I even put one in the last one? I have no idea, I hope I don't get sued…that doesn't really sound like a whole lot of fun.

Alaric's Point of View

"Are you up for feeding?" Alaric asked Damon. "You still have a lot of blood you need to drink."

Damon nodded and Alaric poured some of the blood into a cup once again. He knelt beside the couch and helped Damon sit up a little as Damon drank.

"Alaric?" Elena called out, stepping into the living room. She, Caroline and Bonnie had bags in their hands. She smiled when she saw Damon awake and drinking.

"Hey," Alaric greeted, setting the glass on the table. He went over and helped the girls with their bags and together, the three of them went into the kitchen.

"How is he?" Elena asked, setting the bags on the counter.

"He's starting to look a lot better. I think in a few days he'll be back to normal."

Elena breathed a sigh of relief. "Good." She turned around and dug into some bags. She pulled out a Styrofoam box. "Burger," she said simply. "And you are going to sit here and eat it." She turned to Caroline and Bonnie. "Make sure he doesn't get up until it's gone." The two girls nodded, and Elena left.

"I see who has the authority in your house," Bonnie muttered. Alaric ignored her and took a bite of his burger realizing just then how hungry he was. He continued to eat.

Elena's Point of View

Elena walked into the living room to check up on Damon. She was glad to see him awake and alert.

"It's just me," she reassured him.

"Can never be too sure," he mumbled. There was just a brief pause when he spoke up again. "Thanks by the way."

She turned her head curiously. "For what?"

He looked over to the kitchen. "Making sure he takes care of himself."

Elena smiled. "It's no problem; I was starting to get worried about him myself."

Damon smiled and then before she knew it, Elena was leaning in and kissing him. His lips were soft and weak but she didn't mind…she didn't-

Elena pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. "No," she whispered. "Damon!"

"You kissed me,"he reminded her defensively.

"But you let me!" she cried. She stepped back and shook her head. "Stefan is out there, I can't be sitting here kissing you that's just not…right." She pressed her lips together, trying not to cry. How could she do that? Stefan was out there and she was kissing his brother! She felt ashamed as a tear trailed down her cheek and Damon gave her a sympathetic look.

"Elena-"he began but she stopped him.

"No," she breathed out. "Please, just leave me alone." She turned around and sprinted up the stairs, not daring to look back.

Damon's Point of View

Damon watched Elena sympathetically as she ran up the stairs crying. He wished he could take all her pain away. He wished Stefan were here so things could go back to normal. He wished Stefan had never made that stupid deal with Klaus. Why didn't Stefan just face reality and let him die? What did he honestly have to live for? Stefan had everything. Friends who cared about him, a girlfriend who loved him and relied on him. All Damon had was a group of friends who were only friends with him because Stefan or Elena was. Except maybe Alaric. And as for Stefan, Damon knew half the time Stefan couldn't stand him. They had literally tried to kill each other on several occasions, so why did he risk his life for his?

"We'll find something…a cure." The desperation in Stefan's voice when Damon told him he had been bitten was unbearable.

"There's no cure Stefan." The crushed look on his brother's face when Damon told him to just face reality.

"We kept Elena human when there was no way." Damon had looked away in irritation and sadness, not wanting to hear Stefan talk about getting a cure that didn't exist. "Hey," Stefan got Damon's attention and Damon looked into his younger brother's determined eyes as he said, "I will do this."

Well….Stefan did it. And now he was paying for it.

You should've just let me die, brother," Damon thought for the millionth time since this whole thing happened. It would have been better for everyone if you had.

All except Alaric. His only true friend.

Alaric's Point of View

Alaric got up from the table when Caroline stopped him.

"Hey, wait, wait!" She said, pushing him back down. "Did you finish eating."

"I am a grown man who is in fact your history teacher," he reminded her. She gave him a look and he sighed in exasperation. "Yes."

"Then you are excused from the dinner table," Caroline said smiling which made him a little freaked out. He grabbed his garbage and dumped it into the trash and headed into the living room where he expected Elena to be, but in surprise, didn't see her.

Alaric was about to ask Damon where she was when he saw how deep in thought Damon looked. Then, Alaric saw something that shocked him to no end.

For the first time since he's met Damon, he saw a small tear roll down the vampire's cheek.

AN: Sorry this chapter is shorter than most of them. I actually didn't make it to 1000 words! *GASP* But I HAD to end it here. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I'm getting better at it, right? As always, thanks for reading. Love you all! I predict there will only be a few more chapters. Seven at the most? Okay, that's not a few, but bare with me, guys!