EPOV
I noticed Damon slip away as Stefan and their Father embraced. I wanted to follow him, to know why he looked so frightened.
"Father, this is-"
"Katherine?" Mr. Salvatore said.
"No, this is Elena. Elena Gilbert."
"Gilbert? As in John?"
"Yes, Father. But she is some how connected to Katherine as well."
"Stefan, I need to get something from upstairs, so if you'll excuse me-" I tried to get out from under his arm, but his grip on me tightened.
"I'm sure it can wait." He smiled down at me and I frowned.
"No, I don't think it can. You and your father talk. I'll be back." I shrugged his arm off and went upstairs.
"Damon?" I said knocking lightly on his door. No answer. "Damon? Are you-" The door opened and I was pulled in quickly.
No lights were on, and Damon was gone from my side.
"Damon, what the hell? Where are you? I can't see!" I groped the wall next to me until I found the light switch. But once t was on I wished I'd never found it.
Damon was curled up on his bed looking at me.
"What's wrong with you?" I said, walking to his side.
"How is he here?" He breathed. "How can he be?"
"Damon? What are you talking about?" He started like waking up from a trance looked at me.
"When did you get here?" He asked.
"What? Damon you pulled me in here."
"No, I didn't. How did I get up here? We were just down stairs, some one was at the door..."
I put my hand on his forehead, stupidly. Of course he wouldn't have a fever.
"Damon, do you remember who was at the door?"
"My...HIM. He's back. I have to get out of here! I can't..."
"You can't what?" I asked.
"Think!" He said getting up and pacing around. "I can't think, or breathe or relax! I just can't!"
I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bed.
"Calm down, Damon." I said. "Please, tell me what's wrong."
"Him." He said quietly.
"Why?" He shoo his head.
"It's nothing." He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.
"I't something Damon!" I said. "And I want to know what!"
His eyes hardened and his smile faded.
"It's nothing!" He said. "I think you should go."
"No, Damon-" My words were cut off the slamming of a door.
I was in the hallway. I tried the door and it was locked.
"Damon!" I beat on the door. "Damon James, open this door!"
He didn't.
"Fine. but don't come running to me the net time you need someone."
With that, I turned and walked away.
