This missing scene begins after the end of Season 4, Episode 4 – The Five…

Elena was nervous about calling Damon, but she couldn't put it off any longer. The way she had left things with him was intolerable. She called him as soon as Stefan left her alone.

He didn't answer.

Damon ignoring her calls was happening more often than she would like, and she wasn't sure what to do about it.

She was in the kitchen when she called. She put her phone in a pocket and, still feeling upset about the day's events, left the house through the front door. She was trying to decide where to go when he spoke to her.

"If you're looking for my brother, he's gone back to our house." His back was to her as he leaned against a nearby tree.

"Damon," Elena said, startled. "I..I just called," she stuttered as she walked towards him.

"That was you? I didn't look. I'm not really in the mood to take calls."

"I really am sorry about what I said earlier," she repeated as she reached him.

"Sorry that you don't want to be like me?" Damon asked, turning to face her.

She grimaced but didn't respond.

"You learned to feed without killing, but you hated it." He was scowling.

She lowered her eyes, "You heard."

"Your discussion wasn't quiet, Elena – or inside. Anyone could have heard that."

"Damon…" Elena began.

"And you think Stefan should have showed you how to do that?" Damon interrupted. "Do you know what would have happened if Stefan had been with you? You would have left early and hungry. Or you would have watched him kill somebody – maybe a lot of somebodys, while you tried to stop him. Is that what you really wanted?"

"I didn't want any of this," she responded, sounding desperate. "You know that Damon; you know that as well as, or better than, anyone."

He was no longer scowling, though still serious, when he responded, "I know. But Elena, you're a vampire now, and you know what that means. You told me that, even if you didn't tell Stefan."

"I know, Damon." Her words were earnest. "And you're right. I needed help, and you gave it to me. You did what you said you would, you showed me how to feed and not hurt anyone. I learned to do it – I did it."

"And you drunk your fill by the time we left," Damon said, his face still hard. "You were so full that you were all indignant and judgey. You and the witch."

He turned to leave, but Elena grabbed his arm to turn him around. "Damon, I've already apologized. And you're right. I was full, or satisfied or whatever when we left. I just...I can't lose control of myself like that."

He met her eyes, speaking when she didn't continue. "You mean like me. Do you really think I'm the one who loses control of myself? Or could it be Stefan?"

She looked desperate into the blue eyes that had become almost mocking. "Damon, I know. Please, I just need to figure this out."

"Of course. I'm sure you and Stefan will get it all figured out."

"And you, Damon. You'll still help me, won't you?"

Damon glared into her eyes. "When I help you, when I take you places and show you things, you just say you should have gone with Stefan."

"Damon, I was frustrated. Frustrated and afraid of becoming something I don't want to be, something I never wanted to be."

He snorted. "A vampire."

"A vampire." She repeated. "But you helped me. I really am grateful that you showed me how to feed without killing. You helped me and you'll still help me, won't you?" She sounded a little unsure as she tried to confirm that he would still be there for her.

His face was serious again as he said, "I think you know the answer to that."

Elena nodded. "I know - you will. You always have, no matter what I do or say. You always help me. I know that."

"Me and Stefan – anything you need, though you're not always so willing to ask for his help when you need something you think he might not like."

Elena nodded her agreement. "I know. I guess I'm afraid he'll think less of me, or be upset with what I need. I don't know why I can ask you for help when I can't ask him sometimes."

"I know," Damon said. When Elena tilted her head, showing she didn't understand, he continued, "You know which of us loves you as you are."

He left her standing there; wanting but unable, to say something to defend Stefan. She could only watch him walk away.