Damon tried calling Elena back. Straight to voicemail. She had turned her phone off. Well that was overly dramatic of her. Looks like he would have to resort to Stefan getting the address out of Caroline. He clicked through his contact list until Stefan's name was highlighted. The phone rang numerous times, but just as Damon was about to angrily hang up, Stefan answered.

"Yes Damon," Stefan sighed.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but since you morons let Elena go out alone now I must find her and protect her myself. Where did she go," Damon's voice was mocking.

"She went to her Aunt Jenna's apartment. Damon don't worry she will be fine, we made her promise she would be quick. Just come back here and wait with us," Stefan was trying to reason with him.

"Yes I know who she went to see, but I need to know where I can find her. Unlike you, I'm going to make sure nothing happens to her."

"Well I don't know where that is Damon," Stefan was trying to play him.

"Then ask Blondie. Stefan I'm not going to sit around there and wait for her to never come back. It may not be likely for her to get hurt right now, but I'm not taking any chances. As long as I'm with her then I know for sure she's ok," Damon was getting annoyed.

"Caroline said it's a little passed the Grill. Stay on Main Street. Left on Briar and straight down to the end. Apartment buildings are all numbered. She should be in unit 201 in building 1620. When are y-."

Damon cut Stefan's question off. He had hung up the phone. Honestly, he didn't want to hear anything from Stefan right now, he was still furious at him for letting her leave in the first place. He had gotten his necessary information and that's all he needed from him right now. Now, to find his way to this apartment. Damon wasn't particularly familiar with where it happened to be, but how hard could it possibly be to find? This was Mystic Falls after all. After a few miles of hit and miss streets, he managed to find himself driving down Main Street. A few more miles, boom, Briar Lane. There were so many apartments. Elena could literally be anywhere.

Damon scanned the parking lot for Caroline's Prius. He assumed that that'd be the easiest way to find her. Wrong. He had to recircle the vicinity again and check for numbers this time. 1400. 1520. Well at least he was going the right way. There it was, finally, 1620. What do you know? There sat the Prius he had been so intently searching for wedged tightly between two monstrous SUVs. Damon parked a few spaces down and got out, slamming the door behind him. He walked up a set of wooden stairs to the second level of the apartment building. 201 was the first one of the left. He knocked.

No answer. He knocked again. Damon was considering busting the damn door down if nobody answered soon, but with his luck it'd turn out to be the wrong tenants. As he raised his fist to knock again the door swung open. Elena stood in the doorway. Her long, chocolate hair fell messily around her face. Those big brown eyes staring daggers into him.

"I thought it'd be you," she groaned.

"You seem so glad to see me," sarcasm leaked through his voice.

"I just needed an hour Damon. One hour to myself without someone breathing down my neck. Plus, you left me there all day without any word, so obviously you cared so much to check on me."

"Well I'm here now aren't I? Don't be difficult Elena, this relationship could go south very quickly and that's really not what I want," Damon was trying to play on her emotions.

"So what? If I don't let you watch my every move you'll lose interest in me and leave. Well go ahead, you're already outside anyways," ice filled her words.

'That's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is give me a chance. And the only way I can get a chance is if you are still alive. So please Elena, for me, just let me be with you right now," Damon was almost begging now.

"Fine, get in here."

Damon walked in and flashed her his signature smirk.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," he laughed.

"I can still change my mind," Elena threw back at him.

"Hardly."

Damon took the time to look around him. The apartment was small, sparsely decorated, and kind of messy. An equally distraught looking woman sat on the couch cuddled into the side of her husband.

"Damon, this is Jenna. Jenna this is my friend Damon. He has taken it upon himself to make sure I'm okay, literally all day every day," Elena giggled gesturing toward him.

"Nice to meet you Damon, Jenna. This is Alaric. He has been my one that watches over me these last few days," Jenna was referring to the man next to her.

He was scruffy looking. Alaric's hair was uncombed, his eyes were weary, and it looked as if he hadn't had much sleep. No rings, they must not be to that stage yet. Poor guy, still had time to run. Maybe he would get lucky and this aunt be Elena's maternal aunt. If not, she would be in for it eventually too and that could be another hellish situation. Damon hadn't quite thought that through until that time. This previous incident probably wasn't going to be the end of tragedies for Elena, not for a long time, unless Damon could wipe out her pursuers entirely.

"I thought you were staying with Caroline, Lena. Why do you have to be watched over constantly? Are you feeling that depressed?," Jenna's voice was skeptical.

"No, no it's nothing like that. But I was, am staying there, Damon stayed there too last night, on the couch of course. Caroline's mother isn't normally around anymore, so we thought it'd be best to have someone watching out for us," Elena smiled.

"Mmm, I see. Well it's your choice. You are well beyond old enough from needing me to tell you what to do. I'm just advising you to be responsible," Jenna warned.

"I know Jenna. Everything is fine," Elena lied. In reality, she wasn't even too sure what was going on anymore. Everything was normal, and then boom. Like a light switch things had gone horribly wrong. Her parents died. Her brother died. She lost her memories of that entire night, and now the people responsible for all of it wanted her dead too. What Jenna didn't know couldn't hurt her.