HI! I'm super duper sorry for the delay! Thanks to all my readers/reviewers for being so patient :) I totally had writers block and decided to change this chapter
so it could fit into my plans for later muahahaha ;) so re-read dis chappie right here, and I'll have a LOOOONNG chapter 4 up soon :)

Disclaimer: yep. I own all of it, Damon, Stefan, Elena, all of Mystic falls. Did I mention I'm a pathological liar?

Damon flew back to the boarding house with Jeremy, hoping Katherine had not reached Stefan and Elena before him. He pulled into
the driveway and luckily there was no sign of her outside when he got there. Inside though, seemed to be a different story. Damon
slowly entered, still carrying Jeremy, still listening for anything. When the coast seemed to be clear he walked into the parlor and set
the boy down on the couch. He just assumed Elena and Stefan had retreated to Stefan's room so he walked to pour himself a drink. Whiskey
to be exact, he needed it tonight. He also needed to figure out where Katherine was at the moment, and just why she was here. It wasn't like she
would come back after all these years just to see her "beloved" Salvatore brothers, right?

Damon was deep in thought when he noticed something. Silence had washed over him; complete and utter silence. An eerie silence that gives you chills
up your spine. Damon listened closer and moved towards the stairs to call up to Stefan. He stopped short though when something caught his eye.
Had his heart still beat, this would have probably stopped it. "Elena," he breathed. Blood was pooling in around the kitchen. Blood that belonged to Elena.

Damon was in the kitchen within a second, using his super human speed. As he rushed to her side he discovered a gruesome sight. Elena had
been lying on her back, clothes drenched in blood. Shards of glass everywhere; she had most likely been thrown into the glass china cabinet.
Katherine had tried to kill Elena. A tiny, defenseless, human, Elena. He listened carefully for a heartbeat, and had he not been a vampire with
impeccable hearing, he probably would've thought she was dead. He heard a shallow heartbeat and silently thanked whatever it was that was
keeping her alive. But there was just so much blood, too much for a person to loose and still live through it. There was only one option he had to
save Elena's life. Kill her.

Damon knew he had little time left to do it, and god, it was the hardest decision he ever made. To take away her life, her humanity,
the thing he loved about her. But he had no other choice, he couldn't let her die like this, he wouldn't. And in that moment Damon cut
his wrist and put it to Elena's mouth, forcing his blood down her throat until he saw the wounds slowly heal. He also heard her heart
beat its final beat. And, only when he saw drops on Elena's shirt, did he realize he was crying. Damon Salvatore was fucking crying.
What was the world coming to? So he pulled her lifeless body into his lap and sat there, waiting for her to wake up.

it wasn't until he saw the first signs of morning did he begin to move. Damon had been sitting there, unmoving, for god knows how many hours,
with this beautiful, now undead girl in his arms, with her also now undead brother just a few feet away. These poor kids, with their whole lives
ahead of them, were now damned to the same fate as he was. It pained him beyond words. But Elena was beginning to stir. He moved to brush
the hair off her face as she slowly opened her eyes. "Stefan," she tried to speak, but her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

"Shh, it's me, Damon" he said as he helped her move to sit up. She looked at him then,

"Damon, something's wrong…I feel…my head it's…" Damon
cut her off before she would get out another word. "Shh…Elena, you're going to be ok, but before I say anything I need you to tell me what you remember
from last night," he said as he cupped her cold face in his hands.

"Katherine," she breathed. She knew immediately. "She must have slipped in while you were out, and Stefan didn't even hear her coming up from behind him.
She hit him; knocked him out with something, But it was so weird, Damon, she just looked at me and smiled. When I tried to go at her she pushed me into
something. I don't remember anything Damon, I-I don't know where she took him" she said frustratingly.

"She took him somewhere, now all we have to do I figure out where. But, first there are a few things I have to tell you." Damon said gravely.
"I want you to listen to me and stay calm," Elena's eyes widened and she looked at Damon questioningly. "What is it? What's wrong?" He took a
minute to compose himself before telling her. "Elena….when I came in last night you were lying in a pool of blood. You were losing too much blood,
and you would've died."

Elena didn't get it, and Damon had to repeat himself more forcefully "You lost too much blood Elena, you were dying." He said; pain and guilt evident in
his tone. Before he could say anymore a strangled cry came from Elena's mouth. Before he knew what was going on, Elena was on her feet on the other
side of the room, her breathing ragged. "Damon, what did you do" she said through gritted teeth, but there was no need for him to answer, she already knew.

"Oh god, oh my god, I'm dead. I am a…a…a," "Vampire," Damon finished for her, quietly.

What Elena did next surprised both her and Damon. She did nothing. She merely nodded and looked at Damon expectantly. "I'm hungry" she managed to get out.
Damon was speechless, he was expecting some crying, screaming, even a little bit of violence from the girl. But there was no time to ask her questions when he needed
to get her some blood, and get it to her fast. "Are you ok?" he asked. She nodded."You need to feed to complete the transformation," Damon said, walking over to her still form.
She nodded, but she gave him a confused look, "I don't know how….to feed off them without killing them. I don't want to kill someone"

"you won't, I'll be with you, I'll help you ok?" he tried. "We also have to get to Bonnie's; she can help us find Stefan."
Elena froze. "Bonnie, shit, Damon she'll kill you if she knows you did this, she'll hate us both-"Damon cut her off. "No, she'll thank me for saving you.
Now c'mon we have to go feed you," he said; his normal snarky self coming back.

Elena and Damon slowly made their way out of the kitchen as he filled her in on what they would need to do in order to complete her turning.

"I'll have to take you to the woods before we get to Bonnie's, there are campers out there." Elena shuddered in distaste.
He was going to make some remark that would hopefully take her mind off of the whole 'becoming a bloodsucker thingy' but their conversation was cut short when
they walked past the parlor. Damon froze. He had totally forgotten about Jeremy in the midst of all this unwanted chaos. When he looked to the couch where he had
placed the boy though, Jeremy wasn't there. The stupid idiot left the house, in the daylight, without a ring, nonetheless. "Shit," he muttered. "What's wrong now?"
Elena asked. "Nothing, come on let's get you out of here," Damon said. He knew she would worry her little head off if he told her about Jeremy. He decided he would
wait until he knew exactly where the little idiot went.