"Where are we going?" I asked for the thousandth time that afternoon. "I have homework you know." The last part might have been a lie, but they'd been driving for a half hour through forested side roads that she'd never seen nor heard of. She doubted that they even had a name.

"We're actually not going that far, I've just been driving in circles so you don't know where it is." He smirked down at me, eyes returning to the road. ... Ass.

In a huff, I went back to staring out the window. I wasn't bored per say... I was just frustrated at the random kidnapping. "Could you at least tell me something?" I asked – no, begged.

"Oh alright, if you insist," his smile was teasing again. "We're going to a pretty building which I think you are going to love." He poked me in the nose on the you and continued on down the endless twisting dirt roads.

"Damon," I moaned, and then pretended to contemplate my situation. "You're not a serial killer are you?"

He laughed. "Depends."

"Depends?"

"Well, I have been known to kill a few girls with my smouldering good looks and painful charm. Some people just can't take it."

"Oh I'm sure mister leather jacket gets all the ladies." It was more of an implied question than a statement. I found that for some reason, I was suddenly self conscious towards the amount of girls I now imagined my capture having been with.

His response was a wink. Fine... be that way...

Minutes passed in silence as we stared out into the woods, there weren't any birds or butterflies or squirrels, just trees. Every so often I'd see a crow, and it always seemed to be sweeping itself across the hood of the car as we drove. For a moment I had the ridiculous thought that it was the same bird. I chuckled to myself, loud enough for Damon to take notice.

"Tell me about your first day," he said nonchalantly, draping his arm across the back of my seat.

A tiny thrill went through me. My heart stuttered and I took a minute to respond. "I kept opening doors into people, including this really attractive new guy who caught me coming out of the boys washroom and-"

"The boys washroom?" He interrupted. "Well, I must say Elena, I'm impressed. I would never have thought that you had man parts."

"Damon!" I squealed, throwing my hands over myself when he dropped his hands down to check.

"I had to know," he winked. After I just continued to stare at him, the heat leaving my face slower than I would have liked, he continued. "So what were you doing?"

"I was yelling at my brother the first time, he's been into drugs apparently, and then –"

"There was more than once?"

I roll my eyes and continue. "And the second time, I couldn't find my uniform and figured I left it there."

"And you found it in the boy's washroom? Elena, I don't think you should wear that." He chortled and moved to pull my shirt up.

"Damon!" I smacked his hand away. "What's with you? This isn't even it I had to borrow."

His hands were thrown up in submission. Eyebrows raised, a silent apology on his lips. After a few moments of continued banter about my first day, he returned his arm to the back of my seat, letting it rest just inched away from me.

"Are we there yet?" I asked, childlike and whiny.

"Almost," he replied.

"You said it wasn't far, just take me." I pouted, not missing the way his eyes dropped briefly to my lips and then back up to meet my eyes, a dangerous glint hiding in them.

"We're almost there," he smiled again, focusing his eyes on the road.

"So what did you do today?"

He didn't look at me when he responded. "Not much really, went into town to buy a few things, dropped by your excuse for a town to explore, went to the bar, got you..."

My turn. "You went to a bar during the day? Wow, Damon... I didn't realize you're an alcoholic.

He rolled his eyes, still focusing them on the road. "Like you don't drink at obnoxious times."

"Only at parties," I smiled, much like a little girl talking about how good she's been.

"We're here."

I glanced up as we pulled into a long driveway. The building we were approaching was huge, old looking, and beautiful. Red draped covered the windows and vines crept up the walls. Huge wooden doors with intricate designs were hugged by the majestic entryway. "You're right," I began. "I do like it." We pulled right up to the house and Damon pulled out the keys. "This isn't where you live is it?" Shock clear in my voice, I eyed the building again with wide eyes, disbelief colouring me.

"What, too fancy for a guy like me?" He teased, suddenly pulling my door open. When did he get out... "Well I'll have you know missy, I am very fancy." He gave me a wink and took my hand as he helped me out of the car. Turning me towards the house, and both hands on my shoulders, he tucked down to say in my ear with an audible grin, "Welcome to the Salvatore residence."

A/N: Another shorter chapter, not too much going on, just a filler so we know that these two are in fact seeing each other... So tell me... Do you think something's going to go down in the board house? (; R&R Please, even though this isn't the greatest chapter yet, it'll get more interesting as it goes...