Chapter 8
Elijah's POV
I ran as fast as I could to the grill. Not because I wanted to be at the party but because Elena was going to be there. When I entered, I saw her busy talking to her friends. I thought I would go to her once she was done, but no sooner than I thought that she came running to me with her arms open.
"You're here. And I thought you were a no-show" she said with a smile.
'Why would you think so? It's because of you I'm here" I said.
I saw her cheeks turn red the minute I said this and I couldn't help but be pleased with myself.
"Elenaaa..." trailed off a voice from across the room.
Damon Salvatore never had a sense of timing. Always at the wrong place, at the wrong time and May I add- with the wrong people.
"Damon!" exclaimed Elena. Well someone was happy to see him.
"Elijah, I never thought I would see you here" scowled Damon.
"Well Damon, you better get used to it now that I'm going to be staying here." I retorted.
"Guys, enough. BOTH OF YOU!" exclaimed Elena.
"Okay Elena whatever you say" said Damon.
"BTW Damon, where's Stefan?" asked Elena.
Great. He too was going to be here.
"He is right behi- where the hell did he go?" said a surprised Damon.
"Aaaagh!"
We heard a cold- blooded scream and we instantly realized what had happened.
"Stefan!" screamed Elena as me, her and Damon ran out and met the cruelest sight of our lives.