"Well I assure you, Miss Gilbert, we met last night. Sadly, I had hoped you'd remember me, though. I'm not exactly used to being the one who is forgotten about, usually it's the other way around," Damon smirked.
"I'm sorry, things just have been sorta..uhm fuzzy today. Apparently a lot of things happened last night that I don't totally remember, so don't feel bad." Elena was staring at her feet now.
"Well would you like to come share a few drinks with me, maybe dance some more? That might jog your memory," Damon flashed a crooked grin.
"Actually I was just heading out, I'm not really in the mood for a crowd, but maybe I'll see you again here sometime. I'm here quite often. There's nothing else to do here in Mystic Falls."
"There's plenty to do here, you just haven't found the right things yet. Allow me to show you?"
"I really should get going. I told my aunt I'd be at her house soon. I'm sorry," Elena longed to spend more time with him, but how could she just jump in the car with a stranger and ride around town? Was she nuts? Well considering all that's happened so far…probably.
"Well I hope to see you again soon, Elena." His smile burned through her. Elena's heart fluttered. How in all of this tragedy could he make her heart feel like that?
"I'm sure you will, Damon."
Elena smiled and walked out towards her car. The door hadn't shut behind her, so she looked back over her shoulder. Damon stood in the doorway, holding one side open. He was looking for her. Once he spotted her, he ran out in front of her. She clicked the unlock button on her keys and he opened the door for her, waving her in.
"What? Is it a crime to walk a beautiful lady to her car? I just wanted to make sure you got there safe and sound. You know, maybe if I was really polite you wouldn't forget me this time," Damon smirked.
"I'm sure nothing bad could happen to me in a matter of a few feet. But thank you, you're such a gentleman," Elena stretched out the last part to show her sarcastic tone.
"Oh, I try." Damon closed her door and watched as she backed out of the parking spot and turned towards the main road. Elena glanced in her rear view mirror and watched as he walked back in towards the Grill.
Jenna's apartment wasn't too far of a drive from the Grill. It was in a cute subdivision a few blocks off of Main Street. It was super small, and made Elena feel pretty claustrophobic, but it was better than being alone, or in her old house. Jenna was sitting cross legged on her couch when Elena walked in. She walked over and put her arms tightly around her aunt. Jenna was crying again.
"I'm so sorry Elena. I wish I could change things for you and make your family come back. I don't know how to comfort you. I don't know how to make you feel okay," Jenna was blubbering.
"Jenna, it's ok. We can only do the best we can right now. We can only just be here for each other."
Elena wanted to believe that. She still couldn't feel anything but confusion towards what had happened. The grief had not yet hit her. She could feel the loss. It was a big empty pit in her, but that didn't make the tears come. She just sat on the couch and held Jenna as she cried into her shoulder. After several minutes Elena pulled herself back and stood up.
"I need to put my things somewhere and change. I need to get comfortable," Elena said.
"Just take my room for tonight Lena, I doubt I'll be sleeping still."
Elena grabbed her bag and walked back towards the bedroom. It was a wreck. Was everything in Jenna's life falling apart? You could hardly even make out the floor there was so much clothes and clutter on it. Elena fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. If she sat here all night would she just become more depressed like Jenna? She needed to feel something. Anything that would be logical to a girl losing her family. She needed to feel the sadness. Maybe going back to her house and seeing the living room would jog something in her mind to remember everything. Maybe that's what she needed. But then again, maybe that would be a horrible idea.
Elena dug her phone out of her bag. Dead. She connected it to the charger and waited. She fished the napkin Stefan had given her out of her pocket. She should've asked Damon for his number as well. Five minutes passed and her phone still hadn't turned on. This was too slow. Elena decided she needed to see the scene, no matter how upset it could make her. First of all, she needed to change clothes. She had been wearing the same clothes for nearly two days now, gross. She dug a tank top out of her bag along with a purple cardigan. The jeans were ok, they could stay for now.
After she changed, she unplugged her phone and went out into the living room.
"I'm going to see Caroline, I need to see her," Elena lied.
"That's fine. I'll just be here if you need me. I may call Alaric to come over later if you don't mind."
"That's perfectly fine Jenna. You do what you need. This is your house, don't feel like I'll be offended. I'll call you later."
Elena left, and headed straight back to her where her nightmare should've began.