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Chapter 33

The time seemed to go by too quickly from then. I was back in school before I could blink and soon, there was less than a month left of the school year. I had made a lot of friends in my year and although Damon didn't like him, professor Nate and I had also been spending some time together. I still didn't understand why Damon hated him so much, and maybe if I had understood, I would have left him alone, but Damon just hadn't given me a good enough reason.

I knew he was paranoid after everything that had happened in my senior year of high school, but I wasn't about to leave a good friend, just because he thought everyone was out to kill me. No way.

And now that I knew he was able to track me down so fast and he always knew how my heart was beating, I really didn't understand why it was such a big issue to him. Even if something were to happen, he could be there so fast nothing would happen. There was really no reason to be so worried. I didn't like being treated like a child and while Damon was perfectly aware of this, it seemed like he really didn't care.

"Is there a reason why your boyfriend despises me as much as he does?" Nate asked, one day as we were sitting in the library, him preparing his next class and me doing homework.

"He doesn't despise you. He's just… protective," I said, knowing I had to choose my words very carefully. Nate was a friend, but not close enough to know the actual truth. There was absolutely no way he was being told what Damon was and just why Nate should actually be sort of afraid of him. I would just have to keep Damon in check, because no way I was letting him kill one of my closer college friends. Nobody would want to be friends with me, if everyone I knew and cared about just started to drop dead. Eventually, people would know it was something about me.

"I'm not an idiot, Elena, I can see that he loathes me. Why is that? I mean, he doesn't actually think I want to steal you, right? Does he know I'm as gay as they come?" he asked, looking up from an assignment. I sighed and put down my own pen.

"He doesn't know you're gay, but he knows you can't steal me from him. Promise ring, remember?" I said, holding my hand up to show him the ring Damon had given me. I never took it off and Damon was always smiling when he saw it on my hand, which just made it even more worth it. It may not be an engagement ring, but it felt very similar. Or at least, that was how I imagined it. I had never been closed to engaged before, but with Damon, it felt like this was another symbol of how our lives were destined to be together. Either forever or maybe only for a few more years, before I made the choice.

I had always known that our relationship was so much more serious, than it had been with Matt, but it hadn't made properly sense, until he had told me about being a Singer. As soon as I knew that, I understood why it had felt so… eternal. I had always blamed it on the fact that he had come into my life, when everything had seemed so final and difference, but now that I knew that fate had literally pulled us together, our entire history seemed different. Everything made sense in a different way than they had done when they happened.

The times where something had happened, that didn't seem human, or when Damon had just been a little too quick to get to me, I'd always thought it was my mind playing a trick on me and a happy coincidence. I'd had a hard time wrapping my head around everything, but after spending a day just crying and thinking, I felt better. It hit me at moments, that our story was so much different than I thought, and it always took me a few moments to recover from it. Lucky for me, that usually only happened when I was actually with Damon. He was getting used to me spacing out during the weirdest moments, because something triggered a memory. You would think that it would be things related to the memory, but no. He had been fucking me against the front door, when I remembered him visiting me on the first day of school. Needless to say I wanted to stop the sex after that, to recover. Sex and childhood memories weren't two things I wanted to mix up.

"Right, and when was the last time a man held an actual promise?" Nate said with a raised eyebrow. I frowned at him.

"Since when have you held this much hatred for Damon? I mean, you've never actually talked to him. You've just seen him send you looks," I said. Nate had shown his disapproval of our relationship before, but it had never been like this. It had always been more of him saying he didn't think Damon deserved me, whereas this seemed like he thought Damon was abusing me, by being overprotective. If Nate knew all of our story, I would probably trust his advice way more, but he didn't. He didn't even know Damon was a vampire, which was a pretty big detail. He didn't know someone had actually tried to kill me before and most important of all, he had no idea that Damon was bound by nature to take care of me. I had been hurt, when Damon had first mentioned him trying to stay away from me, to not care, but I tried to understand that he had been a different person back then. Caroline had told me a little about it and so had Damon himself, but I had a feeling they hadn't told me everything yet - probably for my own good, when I thought of it. I didn't want my Damon marred by the image of his past, just as little as I wanted to be judged by my own past. Damon may have changed, but he had been the same for as long as I remembered knowing him, which meant that I loved him just the way he was.

Part of me wanted to tell Nate exactly what was up with me and Damon and why things were as they were, but I couldn't. It would only be done to defend Damon and I shouldn't feel like I had to defend him, first of all and second of all, it wasn't all my secret to tell, and I knew Damon wouldn't be happy if Nate knew. I would just have to bite my lip and keep it to myself and then take the hate Nate could present.

"I just think that strong possessiveness and jealousy is a red flag, that's all. I don't want to see you get into something bad," he said, putting his arm around me. I smiled, knowing that wasn't what he would have said, if he didn't know how much I cared about Damon.

"Just trust me, Nate, it's all good. There are no red flags with him," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. Damon would kill me if he knew I was this close to Nate, but once again, I really didn't care at all. I wasn't actually doing anything wrong and however much shit Nate said, I liked him. He was my friend. I wasn't about to let Damon break that up.

"You keep saying that, but I never hear your reasoning behind it," he said, looking down at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's not my story alone to tell, Nate. You just have to trust me, okay? Damon makes me feel good and he would die before letting me be in danger. One of the reasons why he's so overprotective," I said, figuring that was a pretty nice compromise. It was hard to remember not everyone knew about vampires sometimes. It wasn't often the occasion came, but sometimes I would be in the middle of a conversation with someone and I wouldn't understand why they didn't know a vampire would be able to solve all their issues.

Hearing people talk about Twilight was always hilarious. I had often imagined Damon sparkling in the sun and I had almost burst out laughing. No need to say that I preferred the veins and red eyes. Damon had definitely been surprised about me liking them, but to be quite honest, I thought he was extremely sexy when the veins popped out. It did have something to do with the way he looked at me in, when he was in his vampire form, though. I was a meal for him to devour, and it showed.

I appreciated his vampire blood, though. Had it not been for the healing affect, I would have had to deal with so much scar tissue after his bites and I'm sure the questions from Nate would be more like when he could call the cops on Damon, not just about red flags. I had thought Damon was insane when he said he was a vampire, so I couldn't imagine what Nate would think.

No, it was best to keep it to myself, and accept the fact that Nate would probably never approve of our relationship. I could live with that, knowing that Nate was only a temporary friend. As much as I liked him, I knew that once college was over, we probably wouldn't really get to see each other again. Ever. One thing would be the fact that I had a big choice coming up - a whole different one was the fact that there was no way Damon was going to stick with his warnings. He was so much stronger than me, that I knew he'd be able to hold me back from anything. Hell, he didn't even have to do that. He'd tied me up before and I knew I hadn't been able to escape from that, until he let me. Most of the time, I was completely at Damon's mercy. Hopefully he knew that I really wouldn't be okay with him forcing me to stay home from something, though. While he definitely was the stronger in our relationship, and the one with enough emotional baggage to come up with that idea, he also knew I wasn't going to stand for something like that. I was still my own person. I may not be able to kick his ass, but I doubt he would be as fine, if Caroline and Stefan went at him together.

"Why can't you just tell me? I mean, it's not like I'm going to tell him I know," Nate said, looking confused. I pulled away.

"It's a secret, Nate, and it's not my thing to tell. Just because he wouldn't find out, doesn't make it okay for me to break his trust completely," I said, sort of disgusted with the fact that he would even suggest that. Yes, I felt like telling him about everything and hearing his opinion, but I was, first and foremost, loyal to my boyfriend.

"Alright, alright," he said, holding his hands up, "if you say so. I'm just saying, it's another red flag that he's making you keep this secret from your friends."

We had reached the point where I had officially had enough of his comments. He wasn't going to stop anytime soon and I wasn't about to tell him more, so it was definitely time to go home and complain to Damon. Hopefully he wouldn't mind if I was complaining about the guy he loathed.

"I'm gonna head off," I said, picking my bag up from the ground and putting it on my back. We lived so close to campus, that it really wasn't worth starting the car - it was practically across the street. So, instead, I walked or biked to school.

"Really? I push you on this mysterious boyfriend's problems, and all you can say is you're going to leave? Honestly, something smells fishy here," he said, as I stood up. I shook my head at him and started walking.

"Bye, Nate!" I yelled, waving over my shoulder, as I walked away from campus.

Damon was waiting for me when I got home. He always tried to make it look like he hadn't sat in the couch for hours, listening to my heartbeat and making sure I was all good, but I knew the truth. While it irritated me a little that he didn't think me capable of taking care of myself, for one school day, without getting killed, I knew he had been scared of that exact thing happening, ever since the murder attempt in the pool at school. That was also why I didn't give him shit about it, but just threw my bag on the ground, moved towards him and when he turned to say hi, I sat down in his lap and kissed him. His arms went around my back, pulling me close and deepening the kiss. I felt at ease in his arms. I had never cared about what Nate had to say about me and Damon, but today had meant more to me than the other times he'd been talking about it. He had been so persistent about it and he seemed like he had cared way too much.

I was in no way worried that Nate might think of me as more than a friend - he was, as he'd said, as gay as they come and he had never once showed any kind of interest in me, other than friendship.

And normally, when we were hanging out and not talking about Damon, we were great friends. We really got along well, but there was that one subject he just wouldn't leave alone.

"Hey babe," Damon said, when we broke apart. I smiled at him and hugged him, needing him close. "Are you okay?" he asked, stroking my back gently.

"Nate was just being an ass…" I said, not really wanting to admit it, but on the other hand, Damon was my boyfriend and I should be able to talk to him about anything.

"An ass? How so?" Damon said and I could feel him tense up underneath me. I was grateful he was taking that road instead of telling me 'I told you so'. Maybe he just knew I needed his support and love right now.

"He's just thinking he knows about our relationship. I mean, he's talking about red flags and abusive relationships and he just doesn't know the first thing about our relationship," I said, pulling back so I could look at Damon. It was obvious I had his full attention.

"Does he seem very interested in our relationship?" Damon asked, his brows furrowing.

"Nah, not really, he just thinks he's saving me from the big bad wolf, that's all. I mean, he's sort of gotten it into his head, that you're this abusive person, who wants to lock me up and stuff. He just doesn't get it, because he doesn't know our history," I said, sighing.

"Do you want to tell him?" Damon asked. It was my turn to frown at him now.

"No, I don't. Didn't you say that we had to keep all the vampire stuff a secret anyway?" I asked, my arms still around his neck. He nodded and smiled at me.

"Yes… yes, I did. But I also know that you're stubborn as hell, and you don't care about what I have to say about most things," he said, leaning forwards and kissing me. I smiled against his lips, kissing him back.

"Of course I care what you have to say. That just doesn't mean I'm going to follow it," I said, as we broke apart. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What? I may be connected to you through destiny and all, but that doesn't mean I'm going to do exactly what you say. I'm still my own person, you know," I said, laughing at him. He smirked at me and pulled me closer to him, so our noses were touching.

"Don't forget you're mostly mine," he growled at me, proceeding to bite my nose gently with his human teeth, making me giggle.

"Alright, caveman, I'm mostly yours," I said and he leaned forwards, pressing his lips against mine.

Damon's pov

I knew I had to do something about Elena hanging out with Nate all the time, but I wasn't sure what. The only idea I could come up with, was to kill him and get it over with, but somehow, I didn't think Elena was going to like that plan all that much. I knew that even though he regularly acted like an asshole towards her, she still liked him and he was her friend - I was never going to understand that, but I knew that I was going to have to accept it. Well, at least until I found a way to push them away from each other.

It wasn't that I was threatened by him at all - it was clear as light that he wasn't playing for Elena's team, and while she seemed to like him, she was still complaining about him pretty often. No, it wasn't that - there was just something about him that I didn't like and something that raised all my alarm signals. It was hard for me to explain to Elena, because me being suspicious wasn't an uncommon thing and definitely not enough of a reason, for her to actually actively stay away from him. I would just have to come up with something.

I thought I had plans well underway, when Elena one day, several months later, came home from school with a determined face I knew meant she had a plan she knew I wasn't going to like. I raised an eyebrow, preparing myself to talk her out of doing something crazy that might kill her, when she walked straight up to me and put her hand over my mouth.

"You're not allowed to say anything but okay, and you won't interrupt me. I've invited Nate over for dinner, because you two need to solve your differences and I won't stand for more bickering between you two. So, you better behave yourself tonight, or else you're sleeping on the couch."

She then removed her hand, but I didn't really know what to say. I knew that voice so I also knew there was no way I was talking her out of it, even though it was a really stupid decision. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me, as though she was challenging me to say something else than 'okay'. I really should - I should tell her it was a stupid idea and that she should cancel on him, but I knew she had the idea in her head and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

"Okay. Do you want me to cook?" I asked, happy to see her expression quickly turn from confused to satisfied. She was the one who made everything worth it.

"Actually, I need your super vampire powers to go compel us some nice wine," she said, obviously still in the bossy mood. I smiled at her and winked.

"You probably just need to flash the guy and he'd give you alcohol," I said, earning me a stern look from her. I loved messing with her, but I also knew I shouldn't go too far when she was in this mood.

"Damon. Go. Now," she said, pointing towards the door. I held up my hands in defeat and started walking towards the door.

"Alright, alright, if you're that eager to get rid of me!" I said, which made her throw a book at me. I grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger and quickly disappeared out the door.

Elena was really serious about wanting the dinner to go well. As soon as I came home with the wine and a few bottles of bourbon, she made me change into nicer clothes, while she was working on the dinner. I changed quickly and then took over, so she could get dressed. This was her idea, so I should let her get dressed up nicely, before he came.

And she really did. When she came out again, I was happy I knew this wasn't a date - she was wearing a dress that went to the middle of her thighs, flowing out from her hips. The front of the dress showed plenty of cleavage and really portrayed my mother's necklace, hanging there. She hadn't gone too overboard with her make-up and her hair was falling down in curves, framing her beautiful face.

"You look perfect," I said, walking to her and kissing her. She kissed me back and smiled against my lips.

"Thank you… you don't look too bad yourself," she said, kissing me again. I wanted to pick her up and take her to the bedroom right there and then, but I knew how much she wanted this dinner to go well. We would just have to wait until after he left - then we could go as crazy as we wanted.

"When is he coming?" I asked, going back to stirring the sauce. She came up next to me, beginning to chop vegetables for the salad.

"He should be here soon. We said 6.30," she answered, working the knife a little fast for my liking. Elena wasn't exactly what you'd call a masterchef, but she had been learning through living with me and watching me cook. That, however, didn't mean that she actually knew how to chop vegetables without cutting herself. Lucky for us, she had an immortal vampire, with healing super-blood to save her when she actually did cut herself.

"Elena, careful with the knife," I said - I actually didn't want to, because I wanted to motivate her, but I couldn't help it. I was worried about her fingers and we really didn't have the time to clean blood off the counter and her clothes, if he was coming in less than 5 minutes.

"I'm not a baby, Damon," she said, annoyed, chopping even fast. I grabbed her hand and shot her a look.

"You know how many times we've had to clean up because you cut your fingers. We don't have time for that and for me to heal you up, before your friend comes," I said, and she gave me a stubborn look, before giving up. She knew I was right.

"You're right, but that doesn't mean I like it," she said and slowed down. I was making pasta carbonara for us and Elena had insisted that we had a salad with it, although there was nothing less Italian than that. Normally she would probably care about what I had to say, but I felt like she was too caught up in trying to get me and Nate to get along.

"As long as you take care of yourself, I'm happy," I said, stirring on and taking a look at the homemade pasta. Elena had been on her way to buy pasta from the store, even though she knew I refused to eat that crap. Why eat the store-bought stuff, when she knew I made my own pasta? And mine was a lot better.

"I am! I've been learning how to chop faster," she said, not taking her eyes off the cutting board. I rolled my eyes slightly and decided it wasn't a fight worth taking. It was great timing as well, since Elena was just putting the last veggies in the salad and my sauce was done - and then the doorbell rang. Elena hurried over with a big smile and pressed the button to let him in downstairs.

"Be nice!" she whispered to me, knowing perfectly well I would be able to hear her, even across the room. Then she opened the door and waited for Nate to climb the stairs.

He had brought flowers and a bottle of wine, of course. It wasn't as nice as the one I had bought earlier, but I was sure Elena was going to have me put his on the table instead of ours.

"Thank you for inviting me," Nate said, giving Elena a kiss on each cheek. I focused on pouring the sauce and the pasta in a bowl, instead of how angry it made me. I really wasn't looking forward to this evening.

"Oh, it was no problem at all. Nate, this is my boyfriend, Damon, Damon this is Nate," she said, taking Nate further into the apartment to say hi. I turned from the sauce and shook his outstretched hand, even though I didn't want to. I had to try to behave, for Elena. I wasn't sure if she'd meant the whole sleeping on the couch thing.

"Nice to meet you," Nate said, and looked me in the eyes. He was a few inches shorter than me, but there was something wrong with the way he looked at me. They weren't properly happy and I could feel him sizing me up. I couldn't help but be a bit amused. If he really thought he could take me, I would have to prove him wrong. He had no idea what he was up against.

"Likewise," I said, smirking at him. We let go of each other's hands and I could see Elena smiling nervously through the corner of my eye.

"Food is ready," she said, practically running into the kitchen to fetch the things. I walked after her, taking some of the bowls, so she didn't break anything.

"Here, honey, I'll help you," I said, trying to fit the image of a perfectly normal couple. It wasn't that we didn't behave like this normally, but we did have a lot more sass in our relationship. She frowned at me, but quickly caught on and gave me a bowl. I brought them to the table and put them down.

"Sit wherever you like," I said to Nate. He had given Elena the flowers and she was currently looking for a vase for them.

"Thank you," he said, sitting down at the end of the table. I understood what he was doing - this way, it would be rude for Elena and I to sit together, so we would have to sit across from each other, with him between us. Normally, I wouldn't have cared and done it anyway, but I knew Elena cared about that kind of thing. I sat down on the side of him, bringing the plate and cutlery to him, so he didn't have to move a finger himself.

Elena came in next and at first she looked a bit confused at the seating chart. But it seemed to dawn on her pretty quickly, and then she moved around the table, sitting on the other side and smiling at us.

"Dig in!" she said, motioning to the food. I smiled, although it wasn't real, and handed Nate the pasta.

"Guests first," I said. He gave me a suspicious look, that Elena missed, thank God, and then he started putting pasta on his plate. Elena took it next and I handed him the sauce.

"So, Damon. What do you do?" Nate said, once he had all the food on his plate. Of course. He wanted to know if I was able to support Elena financially.

"Oh, a bit of this and that," I said, "what about you? Cooking class, was it?"

He laughed, but even Elena could see the smile didn't reach his eyes. She looked even more nervous and I could feel her foot nearing my leg under the table, no doubt getting ready to step on my foot if I didn't behave.

"No, I'm a drama teacher. I work with people heading for Broadway," he responded. I smirked at him. He was trying to defend his profession.

"It's pretty cool," Elena said quickly, trying to get between the testosterone fight going on right now. I smiled at her and she lifted an eyebrow at me, clearly not happy with the way I was behaving. I just winked at her,because I knew that always made her weak in the knees.

"I guess it is. Are you thinking about taking drama next semester, Elena?" Nate asked, directing his focus at Elena. I raised my eyebrow. What on earth did drama have to do with her degree in creative writing?

"I don't really know. I mean, I already have all the subjects I need, but it would be nice to try something new," she said, and now it was my turn to look at her disapprovingly.

"It doesn't really go with your degree, does it?" I asked, and she shot me a look again. I kept my eyes on her, and a slight smirk in place.

"Theater goes great with creative writing, actually. Script writing goes under creative writing," Nate said. I looked at him, not happy with the way he was talking for Elena. Nobody should be doing that.

"Well, if it's what Elena wants to do, then I think she should do it," I said, smiling at her, "right, honey?". I knew I was going to pay for this later, but I really didn't like the way he was acting, especially because he seemed to make it even worse for Elena. I didn't want her to feel bad about the night she had been looking so much forward to.

"Thank you," she said, smiling at me.

"So, how long have you guys been together? I mean, you must have been together long, to already be living together," Nate said, looking down at his food.

"We have. We've been together for…" Elena paused and looked at me, this time looking in doubt. I couldn't help but be a little amused - we didn't really have a date for when we first started dating. It had been coming for so long, that we hadn't really noticed when it actually, officially did.

"Around 2 years, honey," I said, winking at her. She blushed and looked down.

"You don't know the date of when you got together?" Nate asked, this time really surprised. I smiled and Elena seemed to blush even more.

"Lets just say the transitioning was so smooth, we haven't really set a specific date for it," I said, trying to save Elena from this one. She was obviously pretty embarrassed about it.

"Still! There must have been a point where you decided you were boyfriend and girlfriend," Nate said. I turned my head to him, my smirk returning.

"As I said, it was very smooth," I said, willing him to stop the conversation right there. Of course, that isn't how compulsion works, so I couldn't, even though it would have been nice. I knew Elena would probably try and stake me, if I toyed around with his head.

"That's really weird. So, you don't celebrate anniversaries either?" he asked. Elena seemed to blush even more and I started feeling angry at him - one thing was messing with me but a whole different thing was messing with Elena. He had already given her enough crap already.

"We do our own thing," I said, leaning across the table to take Elena's hand in mine, "and it works just perfectly for us."

Elena looked up and smiled at me. I winked to her, letting the Singer bond do it's job and tell her I was here for her. We couldn't send messages to each other or anything, but we understood each other perfectly without the use of words. Looks and feelings were simply enough.

"Alright," Nate said, finally backing off.

The dinner went on for a while and after we were done eating, Elena insisted on doing the dishes. I was bringing a drink to Nate, while he was on the couch, when he looked behind me and then up at me, the whole happy facade gone from his face.

"You do know you don't deserve her, right?" he whispered. I smirked at him, getting the game he was trying to play - he was just trying to make me feel like I weren't good enough for Elena and then leave her. Too bad - guess who had invented that game.

"I think we should let Elena decide that," I said, putting his drink down, "it's not nice to constantly be telling someone their boyfriend is abusive."

His look hardened.

"Even if it's the truth?" he answered. I raised an eyebrow at him, smirk still in place - he wasn't shaking me, I was going to make sure of that.

"And what exactly do you know about that?" I asked, "I mean, you've only seen us together twice before this and that wasn't ideal. You can't expect her to be all lovey dovey at her family's funeral."

His eyes narrowed at me and he stood up from the couch, holding his drink in hand.

"I'll get you away from her, if it's the last thing I do. You're ruining her life and you don't deserve her. She'd be better off without you," he said.

"Watch your words. You're a guest in our apartment and you've already hurt Elena enough for today," I said, the smirk disappearing and a hard face taking its place.

"Me? Hurt Elena? You're the one who's been ruining her night by being so harsh against your guest," he answered back, "didn't you see how sad she was?"

"I'd back off if I were you, buddy. You don't know who you're messing with. I'm not about to let anyone hurt Elena, whether or not she realizes it herself," I said, stepping closer to him, although he wasn't intimidated. Idiot.

"Then why are you still with her?"

I'd had enough. I sped close to him, grabbed his head and twisted it until I heard the satisfying crack of his neck breaking. Of course, it was right in that moment Elena stepped into the room, dropping the bowl of chips she had in her hands.

Fuck.

"Damon, what the hell did you do?!" she screamed and ran to Nate, who was very clearly dead. Great, now I was going to have to try and defend myself from killing someone who was just making her miserable.

"I snapped his neck," I said, unapologetic. She looked up at me and her eyes were on fire. I knew I was in for a world of trouble.

"Why can't you just behave sometimes?! I just wanted a normal dinner and now you killed one of my only friends on campus. Really?" she said and I could see the tears coming out in her eyes. Fuck, I didn't know she was going to actually care about his death.

"Elena, he's been acting up all night. You've been hurt by what he's been saying and he was standing here, in our home saying that I should leave you because I only do bad things for you," I said, not wanting to just roll over. I was justified in killing him - he wasn't allowed to talk about my girl the way he had been.

"That doesn't mean you freaking kill him, Damon! Why can't you just be a normal hu-"

And here we were again. We'd had this conversation before, and we had made up every time, but I knew this time was different. This time, she knew she had to turn into a monster like me, or stay human and die. Fuck, if this threw her off being a vampire, I was never going to forgive myself.

"I'm not human, Elena. You know that," I said, stepping towards her, "listen, I'm sorry, I just… he was disrespecting you. In your own house."

She sighed and closed Nate's eyes gently.

"You're cleaning this up. And I don't want this happening again, Damon. I mean it," she said, standing up to clean up the mess the now broken bowl had left behind. I knew I had fucked up and I knew it couldn't happen again. She was right.

After Elena had cleaned up the bowl, I started finding something I could roll the body up in and go bury it somewhere. I knew the Camaro would be able to fit him, because he wasn't exactly a large man.

I finally found an old rug, that would do nicely. If anyone asked, it would just be that I was driving it to a dumpster. I dragged him out on the floor, and began rolling him up in it. Elena had retreated to the bedroom, so I knew I didn't have to be specially careful with the body.

I threw it over my shoulder and went for the door, yelling to Elena I would be back later. I hated burying bodies and it'd been a while since I had done it last. Lucky for me, I still had a shovel in the back.

I had been cursing the entire way to the forest, trying to figure out how on earth I was going to get Elena back to happy again. I knew I had been too rash, but I couldn't help it. I was digging the hole in the ground, when I heard the sharp intake of air from the body, which confused me immensely. I rolled the carpet out again, and there he was, breathing, just like a living human being, looking confused back and forth.

"What the hell happened?!"

Uh oh... seems like Damon's in for a world of trouble, hey? I'm excited to hear your thoughts in your amazing reviews! Until next time!