AN: Honestly I've been making this whole story up as I go along. I have no idea what is going to happen until I sit at my computer and listen to music and type. Yes the turn is going to happen SOON, I am just building it up. I was gonna have it sooner(like a few chapters back) but as the words are coming out things tend to change. I'm excited for it though. Thanks for all of the support. Oh here is some more banter between me and my boyfriend, me-"Can we have role play sex and you can be Damon? Oh and you can bite me on the neck really hard! Maybe we can go out into the forest!" him-"Yeah sure just let me go pour some fucking glitter all over myself." me-"That's Edward -.- Damon doesn't sparkle." him-"Does it really matter? They're both douchebags."

This place is different.

The setting is dark and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. it's the ruins of Fell's Church. The door to the tomb is cracked open. I know that I am going to regret this but then again it is my dream. I take a few cautious steps towards the opening. I pause for a moment listening in the silence for any noise. I hear his voice perfectly, it sounds so weak.

"Elena…"

That's all that I need. I push my way past the heavy stone door. I can hear a pain his voice. The tomb is dark. I should have suspected this much, I know that this probably wont end up well but I can't just stay outside of the tomb. Light on the torches begin to flicker on as I walk past them then bursting up into flames within seconds. I pause for a moment but quickly collect myself. I hear his voice call out for me again. He needs me.

I get to the end of the tomb. Damon's head is hanging down, his hair disheveled. His shirt is completely torn down the front. There are fresh claw marks across his chest with blood still trickling out of them. I rush to him kneeling down on the ground beside him. I lift his face up towards mine. I take in a sharp breath when I see the same claw marks running across the left side of his face. The crimson red standing out against his pale skin. I thought his wounds would have started healing but they are all still so fresh, almost as if he we're human.

I run my fingertips across his chest letting the dark red liquid touch my skin. I see another hand right next to mine, resting on Damon's chest. My dark eyes go wide as I realize the hands are slender and soft.

"Sad isn't it? He looks so fragile." With her looks so similar to my own I would have expected her voice to sound similar to my own. It doesn't though, there is a playful tone to her voice masked underneath a devious one. Katherine's dark chocolate hair is in lose curls around her face. A long sleeved black shirt cover her arms but hugs her figure as she is kneeling down on the ground right next to me. Every single feature of hers is identical to my own. My mouth is slightly open in shock and I can feel my fingers begin to shake lightly against Damon's chest. Katherine smiles at me, her smile is beautiful but menacing at the same time.

"He's mine, you know that though don't you? I'll have him back though." Katherine begins to stroke Damon's hair with her hands covered in his blood. Her perfect smile is still across her face, never once wavering.

"I'm not yours Katherine, I never will be." Damon says using what strength he has left to say the words. A small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

Katherine stops moving her hand across his soft hair. The smile she had has disappeared. I hear the change happen as I watch it. Her eyes grow dark as the veins beneath her eyes turn a bright red with her fangs extending in her mouth. In an instant her hand is through his chest with Damon screaming out in pain. I feel her free hand wrap around my throat immediately cutting off my air flow. I try pulling the air in around me but nothing happens, it makes her constriction around my throat a lot tighter.

"You know that I wont let her live."

I sit up in my bed, my breathing already heavy. My hands move around my throat. The skin feels tight there almost as if a bruising spreading across that area. I look over and see Damon looking at me. His features are not what I am used to. I see a look in his eye and I realize what it is. There is a fear mixed with anger.

"Why didn't you tell me Katherine has been in your dreams?" I can tell the restraint that he is having holding the anger back. Damon's voice breaks when he says her name. I flinch when he finishes.

"I thought that it was just a dream." I whisper, not being able to bring myself to look at him.

"When you fell asleep I went to enter your dream because I wanted to be with you even though you were sleeping. I immediately got sucked into the tomb. I was trapped, I couldn't get out of your head. Katherine held me there, that wasn't just a dream Elena. Katherine is back."

I let the last sentence repeat in my head multiple times trying to let the reality of it all sink in. I thought that it really was just a nightmare the first time. I never even wanted my thoughts to drift to the possibility that after all this time that Katherine is back. I was hoping that it was just a lie that came from Isobel that night. My whole body begins to shake lightly. I feel Damon's arms wrap around my body. I rest my head against his chest taking in the comfort that he is offering to me right now.

"We'll go on with Founder's Day tonight, we need to see if there is any information we can get, especially from John." I nod my head into Damon's chest as he talks. I want to spend the day here in my bed with him. I honestly wouldn't mind a repeat of last night. I want to push all thoughts of Katherine far from my mind though.

The day goes on and I try not to worry. Damon has spent time trying to convince me to go on the float with the other kids from school but I am really not in the mood. He keeps telling me that is will help make it seem like everything is normal. I then told him that he is going to have to escort me onto the float then.

I stand in the bathroom at the Grill looking into my reflection. My hair is half up with tight ringlets through out my own dark brown hair. My dress is a golden color, shinning in the light. I imagine that this is exactly what Katherine looked like over a hundred years ago. If this were a few weeks ago I would have had a nagging thought in the back of my mind as to what Damon might have thought. I know that he wont look at me as her though.

The door to the woman's restroom flies open and I see Damon with a frantic look on his face.

"What is it?" I ask him as the worry pours out of my voice.

"I need you to do something for me right now and I really am not going to let you take no for an answer." His voice is stern and strong. I nod my head yes but my mind is still running with thoughts. Damon rolls up the sleeve to his shirt and puts his wrist to his mouth. In the silence of the small bathroom I can hear his skin break against his fangs. Damon closes the gap between us as I'm looking up into his eyes. I understand what he wants and I nod my head in a yes motion.

Damon moves his wrist up to my mouth, hovering just an inch away. Damon stands there looking down at me, I can see the different emotions cross his features. I can feel them too. I close my eyes just for a moment and let them wash over me. I can sense almost a small excitement in him for what is going to happen with me, the change. I feel safe with him thought. That's all I need.

I wrap my fingers around his wrist pulling it down to my lips. His blood flows into my mouth. The sweet taste that was in my mouth last night is amplified over a hundred times more right now. The blood warms up my whole body turning it into a heat. All the pain that I have been feeling though is completely gone. My body feels better than it ever has, I can feel strength returning to me. But the taste is so amazing. I can't seem to get enough, my whole body is craving him. I suck a little bit harder on the wound and Damon pulls away from me. My face falls into a frown but Damon's lips are quickly on mine licking away the trace of blood that I had left lingering on my bottom lip. Damon breaks away as his hands are cupping my face close to his.

"Just in case if anything happens, I wont lose you tonight." The words are comforting, so is the soothing tone to his voice. His blood coursing through my body is making me feel light headed. Not in the way it did before so many months ago out by the ruins of the church. It feels different this time. Almost as if I took a drug and peeked with the high of it. I wrap my hand into Damon's, his fingers intertwining with mine. I know that no matter what happens that he will be there at the end of it all.