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Chapter 6-

"Damn it Elena, get your ass in the car." Damon demanded.

Damon had walked out of the car to see Elena already draining the blood out of an innocent person. Once she heard Damon's voice she backed of from the human's neck ands wiped the blood off her face. "What do you want Damon" Elena snapped back.

"I want you to get your no humanity ass in the car. Now."

Elena brought her finger to her mouth in a thinking position. "Hmmm let me think, No. "

"It has literally been twenty minutes since you flipped the switch and you are already killing someone. What the hell is the matter with you? You could at least cover it up." Damon snapped while walking toward the body checking to see if the human had a pulse.

"I don't care. You were the one who made sure of that."

Damon scooped up the body with both hands and put it in the truck of the human's car. The human was already dead. No point in burying the body. Damon made his way from the car and walked toward his own. He opened the door on the passenger's seat and stuck his hand out "Get in Elena".

Elena shrugged and walked over to the car "Fine" Elena said.

Within seconds they were side by side in the car in silence. Damon was not willingly to break the ice. Damon looked fine on the outside but on the inside he was in so much pain, so much heartache. He didn't want to hear her voice; it only reminded him that she no longer cared. She no longer loved him. Who knows how long it would take for her to turn it back on. Probably years, decades even.

"Why am I even here" Elena thought out loud.

"Because little Miss Priss, we need to keep an eye on you so you won't kill anyone."

"But drinking from a blood bag is no boring. I like the fresh stuff much better"

"Well that is just to damn bad Elena" Damon said while making eye contact with her then bringing it back toward the road.

The next hour had passed in a blur. Damon found himself in his usual spot next to the fireplace on his 4th glass of bourbon. He could hear the echoy voices protruding through his living room. They were all centered around the same topic, Elena.

The further actions of Elena were quite unpredictable; she had already managed to kill someone within a record amount of time. Damon couldn't help but think about it. He shouldn't even think about this possibility, it wasn't fair to Stefan or Elena. There was no way Elena would be a ripper. But he couldn't help but consider the horrible possibility.

Even with her humanity off he knew deep down there was something there, there had to be. It was Elena we were talking about. The girl who was willing to do what ever it took to keep the people she loved safe. Even if that meant dying in the process. Elena the martyr. Damon couldn't help but smile at that vague thought. He missed the old Elena. He wanted his Elena back.

Elena needed to be locked up, he hated to say it but it was true. There was no telling what she would do or who she would hurt in the process. Damon was eyeing everyone in the room, watching as they discussed. Elena was quietly sitting on the couch with her hands in her lap.

She was quiet. To quiet. She looked emotionless. There was no trace of emotion on her face. She looked as if she was up to something. What could she possibly be planning? To run away from this hellhole? Where would she even go? Now that would be an adventure. Finding the notorical Elena in a world of over billions of people. That would be fun. Not.

Damon stood there and watched as Caroline got up and went someone down the hall. Which was strange. What the hell was she doing? He tried listening in on Caroline's footsteps. He heard her make her way down to the basement and open the fridge filled with blood bags.

Oh, she is probably getting a blood bag from Elena, no big deal. Damon stopped listening in Caroline; he figured there was no point and waste his energy on something that didn't even matter. The only thing that mattered was Elena. He needed to fix her.

Damon had been put on the spot back at the Gilbert house. They told him to fix her. How the fuck was he going to fix Elena's heartache? She was in so much pain. She didn't know what else to do, that was when he thought of the switch. All of Elena's pain would fade away… She wouldn't feel a single shred of emotion. At the time Damon didn't think she would actually listen. He was actually quite surprised. Elena often did her own thing didn't like it when people told her what to do.

Elena and Damon were alike in some ways. They would risk their own lives to save others. They would risk theirs own lives to save each other.

Damon's eyes wandered to Caroline's as she walked in with cup full of blood and handed it to Elena. Elena gladly took the blood and smirked back at her. Caroline stepped back a bit in horror. Elena was not like this. This was not Elena. She looked like Katherine at that moment, everyone knew it. Everyone saw it.

Snapping out of his thoughts Damon saw Elena choking and coughing at the same time while he holding her throat. Great going, Caroline. You just had to lace it with vervain Damon thought.

Damon was frozen in place, he didn't know if she should help her. It was Elena, but it wasn't Elena. Elena had fallen to her knees and was now holding her stomach trying to barf the pain out. But it was too late. Caroline walked over and stabbed Elena with a needle. Obviously a vervain syringe.

He had to hand it to Caroline, she was smart. There was no way they would get Elena to go willingly into the basement. Damon set down his drink and starred at Elena's unconscious body. He bent down and scooped Elena in his arms while whispering softly in her ear "I'm sorry Elena". With that Damon trotted down to the basement and carefully set her down on the bed. He brought his hand to her cheek and traced her cheek bone. She was just so beautiful. He carefully put a strand of hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her forehead, and then Damon left. He left in His Elena. It killed him to see her like this... Literally pained him.

It was late. 4 am to be exact. Damon was absolutely beat. He could use a good old fashioned power nap. He needed to kick everyone out. Now. And that was exactly what he did. So much had happened within a short amount of time. Elena was a fucking vampire. She was also a vampire with no emotions. This was worse.

Damon was now lying awake in his bed. How could he possibly sleep at a time like this? There was so much to think about. Like how he would get Elena to turn it back on. Now, that would be a really challenge. She was the most stubborn person he now. Now that she was vampire it was all amplified.

Elena slowly started to drift further and further from Damon's mind. And he started to drift off to a sweet sleep.

Damon awoke to the sound of a loud banging coming from downstairs. And also the pleasant sound of Elena screaming her head off. Damn it, fucking Elena with her not caring attitude. Just because she can't feel doesn't mean she needs the Attitude.

Damon sighed and then proceeded to throw the covers off his body. Shirtless Damon went to his closest and put on a clean black shirt- his signature color. Damon always had liked the color black. Even before he was turned into a vampire. Not to mention he looked incredibly sexy as usual in his black.

Within a flash Damon was downstairs in the basement acquainted with the ever so lovely Elena. His eyes managed to travel through the bars of the door. Their eyes met for several seconds. Damon could feel his heart start to pump out of his chest. It was crazy how Elena still managed to make him feel like a 14 year old boy.

As they were gazing into each others eyes Damon swore he could a see a flicker of her emotion appear through her. Btu that feeling only lasted for a second, then Elena went back to her no humanity self. Which Damon didn't seem like one bit. In fact, he fucking hated it. He just wanted normal Elena to himself, without any of the supernatural drama that came with

"I don't suppose you can tell me how the hell I managed to be locked in here" Elena declared while breaking their eye contact. She was literally not feeling a single strand of emotion. She was just plain numb. But she had to admit she liked not being able to feel, even it meant hurting the people around her. Everything she felt before was just gone. Poof. Nothing was there and she liked to being able to feel that constant heartache that trailed her on a daily basis. She was tired of that feeling.

"You can thank me for that, I am the one who did the honors" Damon said slowly to emphasize his statement. As he said it he could feel his brow furrow at his abrupt statement. Damon watched through the tiny square window as Elena aimlessly walked around. He had to admit she still managed to look sexy. Her hair was knotted, her make up was smeared, and she had on a broken heel. Yet she still would manage to catch everyone's eyes. Especially Damon's.

"Get me the hell out of here, Damon. Now."

"Hmm, I am thinking No." Damon said while putting hiss finger to his lip in a thinking position, which he added only for dramatic effect.

"Not until I am very much assured that you are back to the same old Elena" Damon added reassuring.

"I hate to bust your bubble Damon, but fact it. I am not going to turn it back on. I have never felt more alive in my life. I like not feeling anything, and I am not ever going to want to turn it back on. Ever."

Damon looked at her with mixed emotions written all over his face. But the one that certainly was sadness. He was incredibly hurt. To hear those words was like a slap in the face. She could have just said I don't want to ever feel anything for you. And it hurt I like hell.

Damon walked off casually deciding it wouldn't be best to continue the conversation further. He also knew it would be best to leave because he didn't need Elena mocking him over his perfectly seen emotions. But Damon was the best by far at covering up what was really going on inside his head. If fact he should win an award on how good he is. Yes, he was that good.

As soon as Damon hit the top of the stair case he headed straight to his usual spot. His mini bar which contained his favorite drink- Bourbon. Damon glanced at his watch to realize it was only 9 o'clock in the morning. But who cares. He could really use it right about now.

Now the only thing that he could think of were ways to save Elena, but all of his ideas reached a dead end. He had run out of options. Damon sat down on the catch in utter defeat. He had no where else to turn. As Damon was about to loose hope he jumped up from the couch whilst spilling his bourbon. An idea had quickly popped into his head. It wasn't him who would get Elena to turn it back on. It was someone else entirely. Katherine.

Downstairs Elena was racking her mind trying to figure out an escape plan. This was hell; she did not like to be held captive against her will. But getting out of her shouldn't be a problem. She knew the Salvatore brother better than they knew themselves. They were so predictable for their own good. She would win them over with her witty charm, it was simply inevitable.

Her plan was simple; she would simply act like she had flipped her switched back on. Which wouldn't be hard whatsoever. She would cry a little; maybe even attempt suicide. Maybe even be a little affectionate to increase her odds. They would be sympathetic to the fact she was hurting and not think twice about letting her out. AS soon as that happened she would make a run for it and hope for the best.

But she couldn't do it now, it was way to soon. It would simply defeat the whole purpose of the plan. When the time was right she would, and it was going to be good.

Damon was upstairs trying to figure out where the fuck Katherine was. She had fled from Klaus as soon as she gave Damon the cure for his vampire bite. Which was a bitch move, but he had to hand it to her, he was really surprised that she had actually gone to give him the cure. Maybe there actually was some good in Katherine. Pfft, who was he kidding there was absolutely no good in Katherine.

If he knew Katherine he would know that she would probably be as far away from Mystic Falls as possible. She was definitely known for running for the hills when things got bad, Especially with Klaus. The second things took a wrong turn, she was gone. But everyone had come to know that about her. But the only thing Damon could do now was try his best to find out where she was vacating.

Caroline. The witty Caroline. Maybe she could find her. She had particularly good odds, and she also had her mom. The sheriff, she could pretty much find anything with all the resources she has.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Caroline's number while trying to tune out Elena's horrific cries.

"What do you want Damon" Caroline muttered through the hone not very eager to be speaking to Damon.

"Don't sound to excited to hear my voice… But I need a favor. I need you to find Katherine."

"Katherine? Why the hell would we ever need Katherine?"Caroline questioned.

"For Elena, someone needs to get her to flip the switch back on. And it is sure as hell not going to be any of us. So you got anymore ideas?"

Caroline paused for a moment, contemplating Damon's request.

"I will see what I can do" Carline finally said. With that the call ended and Damon went back to his uneventful thoughts.

Damon went back to his usual sitting on the couch with a glass full of bourbon in his hand. He found himself thinking about Elena yet again. God, he needed to stop thinking about her. It wasn't healthy to be thinking about one girl for every second of every day.

Damon was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone go off. Without looking at the caller I.D-figuring it was Caroline- he answered the phone.

"What is it now Caroline" Damon barked through the phone.

"Hello Damon" a mysterious voice answered.

Damon stopped in his tracks. He knew exactly who it was. Why the hell would this man ever speak to him again? He freaking Saved Klaus when he should have died. It down make sense.

"Elijah… Just the man I wanted to talk to."

"I would like to extend my greatest apologies over the things that happened at the ritual. I trust Elena turned up okay?" Elijah asked

"About that, I need to ask for a favor. I think it would be the least you could do after you betrayed us." Damon stated.

"I suppose. What is it that you need?"

"Long story short, Elena is a vampire thanks to your brother and Stefan. Elena turned off her humanity, and to top it off she is acting just like Katherine and won't turn it back on. So I need you to find Katherine for me, she could potentially help with that."

"I will see what I can do. When I find her I will send her right to you"

Damon nodded his head and ended the call. There was hope now.

He decided it would be best to see how Elena was doing, so he headed downstairs not knowing what the future laid ahead of him.

Elena could hear Damon's footsteps making his way downstairs to the cellar she was being kept in. Now. Now was her chance. The plan was now in motion.

Damon could hear Elena's loud cries as he neared the basement cellar. Why on earth was Elena Crying? She didn't have any emotion, it wasn't possible. Then is dawned on him, Elena must have turned it back on. He had been so busy making phone calls he didn't even hear her.

Damon used his vampire speed to get to Elena faster. He gasped at the sight in front of him. Elena stood in the corner of the room with her knees to her chest and head in her lap. She was screaming agony. There was no doubting it now; she had definitely turned it back on.

Elena's eyes found Damon's as she felt fake tears stream down her face. This was all part of her plan, and it was working out perfectly.

Damon walked over to Elena hastily he sat down next to her and took her in his arms. He slowly stroked her hair and tried his best to soothe her, but nothing was stopping her cries.

"Elena… Shhh, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you, I always will be."

Elena stayed silent for moment thinking about her further actions that were soon to take place. Elena moved her head up to meet Damon's eyes while putting her hands on his neck.

"Oh Damon.. you really shouldn't make promise you cant keep." With that Elena looked into his eyes one final time and snapped Damon's neck. He fell limp to the side.

Elena got up from where she was sitting and brushed the dust off her legs. She looked over at Damon and smiled in contentment. Her plan was successful- not that she had any doubts. AS she was staring down at Damon's lifeless body she felt something in the pit of her stomach. She didn't exactly know what it was, but she didn't like it. It was her body telling she needed to feel, she needed to switch it back on. It was her body's way of telling her it would happen soon, real soon.

Caroline was had just finished talking to her mom regarding Katherine's whereabouts. She had managed to get some information that might help. So she decided she would deliver the paperwork personally to Damon at the Salvatore house.

Caroline parked her car in the driveway and walked toward the Salvatore house with papers in hand. Caroline's heels clanked on the floor as she let herself in and scanned the house for Damon.

"Damon. Are you here? I have some information on Katherine" Caroline yelled while flapping the papers. Caroline listened in throughout the house when she heard a soft clatter come from the basement. Well that is strange Caroline thought.

She walked down to the basement suddenly very alert. She was prepared for anything to come at her. She approached the door and walked in, definitely not prepared for the sight in front of her. She gasped as she saw Damon's lifeless body in front of her.

She looked around the room searching for Elena. She mentally cursed herself that she was no where to be found. She needed to call someone, but who would she call? There was no one. Stefan had gone off the rails. Damon was dead- but he should be waking up soon. Elena had no emotions. All that was left was bonnie and Matt. Matt was the human who wouldn't help at all. And bonnie… Was bonnie. Who knows what she was up to lately.

She probably should go look for Elena. But she could be in a number of places. All she could do now was wait until Damon would wake up. Damon had always known what to do in a crisis. Especially when it came to Elena. Caroline was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Damon jerk up from where he was sitting and start coughing.

Damon sat up with his eyes wide open while scanning the room.

"Where's Elena" Damon asked quickly, standing up from his spot on the floor. He had started to spin around numerous time to see if Elena was somewhere in the room he couldn't see.

He signed in utter defeat. Then it finally dawned on him. He had been played by Elena. Fucking Elena. God damn it Damon thought to himself. He had completely walked into a trap. He was manipulated by Elena, the one person he thought he could trust.

He had to hand it to her, it was pretty clever. He would have done the same thing if he was in her shoes. But now all he could think about was finding out where the hell Elena was. That should be interesting.

"She wasn't here when I got here. I just came to bring you the papers my mom found on Katherine."

"Did you find anything"

"Chicago. Katherine's in Chicago."

Damon looked at Caroline while keeping his thoughts to himself.

"I guess this means we are going to Chicago."

Damon clapped his hands and rubbed them together. This was going to be fun.

Elena used her vampire speed to quickly run through the forest to get as far away from here as possible. She could hear the twigs snap under her feet and the crickets chirp through the night. She was limited on time. Who knows what time Damon would wake up?

She had her 2nd plan already in motion. She needed to see Katherine. That bitch was her one way ticket to finding Klaus- who knew were Stefan was. That was the only thing she wanted at the moment- Stefan. Ever since she became a vampire, she has been so completely horny.

She had to hand it to Damon though- he was the one that always spurred that particular feeling. She wouldn't deny he was sexy, very sexy. Especially when he would where those tight black shirts. It was like she got an orgasm just looking at him.

Elena just wanted to see Stefan to make Damon jealous. She had been bored and had nothing better to do. So that was something fun that would keep her occupied. She smirked just thinking about it. Yes, she realized she was acting like a complete and total bitch. But it was fun that was all that mattered.

She was absolutely loving not having any emotions. It was like a constant party life- absolutely not having a care in the world. She would look at something so horrible and tragic and not feel a single thing. If Damon died right now she wouldn't care, she wouldn't even think twice about it. And that's goes for everyone she used to care about- she would absolutely not care if they died, she mine as well kill them herself.

She would have known how terrible that statement was if she had emotions, but since she didn't it was like a normal statement someone would say everyday. As if it didn't involve killing everyone she used to care about. As she thought about it more it continued to sound like a pretty good idea. She would be free of the people who desperately wanted her to turn it back on. No one would constantly be nagging her about what a bitch she was being.

She made a decision; once she found Stefan they would kill them together. It actually seemed kind of fun. Not to mention romantic. She couldn't help but thinking how hot Stefan had gotten, especially without his humanity. He was like a sex good. So delicious.

She quickly brushed off her thoughts. She needed to keep it together. But she had to admit Damon was far more sexy than Stefan ever would be. Damon had that sexy badass vampire look. So freaking hot. Like orgasm by just looking at him hot.

Elena had heard Elijah tell Damon that Katherine was in Chicago- which is where Klaus might be. Katherine is always tailing Klaus; she was probably following him right this second. So Chicago it is.

Damon and Caroline were both pacing in the Salvatore living room. Both of them completely oblivious on how they should handle this situation.

"Bonnie! How about Bonnie" Caroline exclaimed while clapping her hands together. " She is our only shot at finding her!"

Damon pondered at her statement. She was right. There was no one else who could help us. Bonnie was their only shot.

"Fine, call bonnie and tell her to meet us here… Oh and tell her to bring Jeremy and Matt."

Caroline could only nod as she was taken aback at Damon's sudden agreement. She went to the other room and called Bonnie. As she was listening to the ring coming from her phone she could feel her mind wander to thoughts regarding Elena. She had too look at the facts; the odds of finding Elena were slim to none. Deep down she was starting to know that.