Elena followed Stefan up the stairs, he slammed the door behind them and Elena sat down on the bed sadly, watching as he paced about the room, looking angry, stressed and upset all at the same time.

"What's the matter?" She asked anxiously, he ignored her and looked at the floor, hands behind his head.

"Stefan?"

His words were quiet mutterings, almost inaudibly over the sound of Elena's hammering heart in her ears.

"Marry me."

She gasped and looked at him like he had gone insane, or maybe this was a joke. No, Stefan did not make jokes like that, Damen maybe, but Stefan almost certainly not, they were already engaged, had he forgotten that. She looked at him as he repeated the words, this time adding her name to the end of the question. His eyes were dark as they met hers and she could tell her was serious.

"Stefan." She gasped as he appeared in front of her, down on one knee and holing both her hands.

"We're already engaged." She started but he interrupted.

"I love you Elena, and with Katherine back intent on killing anyone of us, who knows how long we have left to be together, that's all I want, to be able to call you my wife, to be yours fully."

"Listen to me, Stefan listen." She objected must his ramblings, she took his face fully in her hands and spoke with confidence, and heart warming love.

"Baby we must not do anything rash, god knows that could be what she wants, the others like Bonnie and Caroline can be told she is back. But your brother isn't stable when it comes to her, you know that, we need to stay vigil, but otherwise the same... yeh?" She asked.

He nodded and kissed her gently, "I love you." He whispered.

"I know, I love you to." She breathed back and he moaned as her lips pushed against his. He moved to hover over her; her hands cupping his face as his supported his weight, the only sound being that of their breathing and the noise of their lips moving together.

"What?" She asked when he laughed gently.

"I'm just imagining you on our wedding night..." He trailed off and she hit him playfully.

She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off.

"I am not telling you where we are going Elena." He said firmly.

She pouted and he kissed her perturbing bottom lip.

"I've got an idea." He said and stood up on the bed, pulling her with him.

"Stefan what are you doing?" She asked when he wrapped his arms around her waist, hands on her stomach holding her to him; hers covered his as he swayed them gently.
"Shut your eyes." He whispered, chin resting on her shoulder.

She did as he asked; only slightly confused as to what he was doing.

"Imagine golden sunsets, glistening aqua waters as far as the eye can see. We are stood as we are now, wearing nothing descript, arms around each other, a shining golden ring on your finger a smile plastered across my face as I realise we are married, together forever." He whispered and she smiled gently.

"Think about us together, bodies moulding together in a white four poster bed, no one for miles, no one to intrude on is, because the only thing that matters is that we are together, in somewhere we are never going to go, because our honey moon will be different." He chuckled and she elbowed him in the ribs, spinning to push him down.

He laughed as she straddle his waist and pounded him with err fists, of course it did not hurt him, but this only made Elena angrier.

"Stefan Salvatore you will pay for that." She hissed.

He laughed and tilted his head up to kiss her gently.

"You didn't really think I was going to tell you that easily did you, hey?" He murmured and stroked her hair.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his chest.

"I was getting caught up in it I'm sorry." She apologised.

"Don't apologise baby, I can't wait for you to see it either." He muttered.

Elena giggled as he rolled to hover over her again.

But they both froze and pulled apart when another chuckle mixed with hers.

And Stefan gasped when he moved his eyes from his perfect fiancée to look at a woman sitting in the chair beside the closet, identical in looks to the girl beneath him.

"Katherine." Was all Stefan said.

And she flicked her hair, "Miss me?"