"You can't tell Damon, Bonnie," Stefan disagreed, nodding his head. "Not this way."

"What am I supposed to tell him, then?" Bonnie exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "Lie to him?"

"Tell him you need time," Stefan urged. "Anything is better than the truth."

"Stefan…"

"What, Bonnie?" Stefan suddenly shouted, "Would you really like to tell him that Elena died in his arms five years ago? That she's not here to stay at all?"

Bonnie flinched.

"That's what I thought, too," Stefan mumbled, taking a few steps back, realizing that he was scaring Bonnie.

"Okay," Bonnie swallowed thickly. "I won't."

"I can't understand why I'm doing half these things," Elena said, inspecting the necklace. "How did I even find this?"

"I don't have a clue," Damon admitted. "Is there anything else on the necklace?"

"Nothing," Elena said. "Just the date."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that a page in your diary and the necklace you found have the exact same date," Damon stated. "There has to be a connection."

"Maybe…" Elena muttered, but then her eyes widened. "Damon, I think I know someone who can help us…"

"Who?"

"Jenna," Elena breathed. "My aunt."

"You told me about her," Damon said. "But you said that if they see you there…they compelled her to kill herself."

"They did," Elena nodded. "But Damon…if you can help me, if you can convince them to let her go…"

"Not all vampires are on the same side, sweetheart," Damon said gently. "But I'll try."

"Thank you," Elena said honestly, "I don't know what I'll do without you.

He patted her arm lightly. "Do you want anything to eat or something before we head home?"

"No, thanks," Elena said, "I think I'll just take a nap…"

"Sure, go right ahead."

Bonnie spent the major part of the afternoon staring at the paper in front of her. She didn't usually drink, but she was feeling too confused to think. Downing a shot of scotch in an instant, Bonnie sat down studying the paper again, almost hoping and thinking that there was a way to change things.

She couldn't lie to Damon. There was nothing more painful than the truth, it was true. But he deserved to know.

"I'm sorry, Damon," Bonnie said to herself, "I can't let this hurt you again."

Damon carried Elena out of the car gently, growling under his breath at how cold she always seemed to be whenever he touched her.

"Damon?" Elena mumbled sleepily.

"Hey, princess," Damon said, touching her face gently. "Do you want to sleep more?"

"No," Elena rubbed her eyes. "I want to stay downstairs with you."

"Okay," Damon mumbled, and Elena tightened her grip on him. He liked it when she did that, he loved her instinct to move closer to him, she knew that he'll die before someone laid a finger on her.

"We can order a pizza and watch a movie, perhaps?" Damon offered, to ease the tension that was overwhelming them.

"Pizza sounds good," Elena agreed, "Been a long time since I tasted one."

"Well, that is about to change, "Damon assured her. "Cause even though I'm a vampire, I still adore the pizza this guy makes." He tapped his hand on the menu.

"Pick whatever you want."

Elena inspected the menu, going for a barbeque chicken pizza, and when Damon returned, he had the same.

"What movies do you like?" He asked, suddenly confused.

"Well, that depends if you like chick flicks…"

"I don't," Damon smiled wickedly. "How about we watch a horror movie?"

"Dracula?"

"Please, that guy brings shame to the entire vampire race."

Taking out Nightmare on Elm Street, Damon settled in next to Elena. "Don't worry. It's not the 2010 version."

"Hmph," Elena simply commented, and Damon bit his lip. He sometimes forgot that Elena spent the last three years running for her life. So he didn't comment again, instead he stood up and placed a bowl of popcorn in her lap.

When the movie ended, Elena went to shower and change as Damon poured himself a glass of scotch, taking out a little box he owned.

"Elena, I've got something for you," He called when he saw her, and the latter raised a surprised eyebrow.

"This ring," Damon stated, "Was my mother's. I know that you can't be compelled by vampires, but this still protects you from any harm." He took her hand gently.

"It fits perfectly," Elena said, admiring the little ring with that special blue stone that she was really liking. "What's this called?" She asked, pointing at the gem.

"Lapis lazuli," Damon said. "I have one too. It allows me to go out in the sun."

"Thanks for this, Damon," Elena smiled a little. "But if this ring has got much significance to you, why did you give it to me?"

"Cause my mom would've liked you," He mumbled honestly.

It was about ten pm and Elena went to sleep. It was still too early for Damon, though, and he decided to go in the basement to get some bloodbags which were suddenly running very low. It was then that he heard a silent knock on the door.

"Bonnie?" He asked confused, it was raining hard outside, and it must've been really important because otherwise she wouldn't have been there.

"Is Elena here?" She whispered when she was inside.

"She's asleep," Damon said, his voice low. "Why? Did you find something? I'll go wake her up…"

"No, Damon, I think it's better if we talk," Bonnie nodded her head. "I don't even know how to start, Damon. Hell, I don't even know if I should even be here…"

"What's going on, Bonnie?" Damon demanded, his face turning serious.

Bonnie took a deep breath. "I told you, Damon. Elena looks so familiar to me, it was like I've seen her somewhere before…" She swallowed thickly. "Then, I found these in my house."

She handed Damon two photos.

"What's this?" Damon asked confused, trying to figure out how the hell the photos ended up in the conversation. "Who are the kids?"

"The first photo is a photo from kindergarten," Bonnie said, then she pointed at a little girl. "This is me. And this…the girl next to me, is Elena."

"So you went to school together?"

"Yes," Bonnie mumbled. "But Damon, this photo was taken when we both were 3 years old…"

Realization struck in and Damon stared at Bonnie, "Wait, if you both took this picture when you both were 3, then how is Elena fourteen years old, not seventeen, like you?"

Bonnie bit her lip, and moved to the next photo. "This," She said, is a picture of Elena between 2006 and 2007. There is a description written where it's said that she is nine years old." Bonnie moved on to the next photo. "But this…this is 2003/2004. And here, it also says that Elena is nine years old."

A/N Short chapter but my computer is ruined and I'm borrowing my dad's, PLUS I'm super busy as I've got my very first job interview tomorrow :S

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