Full Summary: Pre 1x20. What would happen if Stefan didn't get better after being locked in the cellar? As Stefan tries to escape his prison, he accidentally attacks Elena, and then runs off. Damon is left to pick up the pieces of the girl that his brother once loved. But what does Elena do when she finds herself drawn to the elder Salvatore brother? And what will Stefan do to get her back?

Chapter 1:

Elena's POV

I looked inside of the cellar where Stefan was locked in. He was still unconsious from the vervain that I had drugged him with a hour ago. I felt the hurt spread to my face as I watched him.

"You going to watch him all night?" A voice came behind my. I turned slowly, not wanting to deal with Damon. The elder Salvatore seemed at ease. He was just casually leaning on the stone wall, like it was something he did everyday.

"How can you be so relaxed?" The words escaped my mouth before I could think about them, "Stefan almost killed that Amber girl, and you're acting like it's something that happens every day."

Damon smirked, "Maybe not with Perfect Stefan, but most vampires do kill every day." His eyes flickered to his brother, "Plus, Stefan locked my up like this before. It's time for him to get his share of the torture." And then Damon was gone.

I looked back at Stefan, and tears started in my eyes. He started to stir. Slowly his eyes fluttered open and he looked at his surrondings. Finally his eyes rested on me, "Elena." His voice was barely a whisper, and it seemed cracked.

"Elena." He repeated, his voice still very weak and tortured. I tried to turn away, not able to see him like that, but his gaze kept me in place. For the third time he whispered, "Elena."

"I'm sorry Stefan." My voice faltered and I felt a tear escape my eye. I tried to whipe it away, but my hand wouldn't move.

"Elena…" I looked at him, "Please…" he begged weakly, his eyes grave.

I knew he wanted me to let him out, but I couldn't. "Stefan, I can't. You're not the same with human blood."

"Elena… please." He tried again, his voice still begging. I felt my hand silently making its way to the lock. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't stand to see Stefan this way. I felt the cold metal under my fingertips. Slowly I unlocked the door.

Stefan walks out of the cage and pulls me close to him. I hug him back, feeling tears form in my eyes again. Suddenly Stefan tenses.

I try to pull away from him. I see his face. His eyes are black and hard, the veins around them pronounced. I try to back away, but Stefan's steel gasp doesn't falter. Finally I look him straight in the eye, "Stefan, It's Elena!" I yelled, my voice cracking.

But he was staring at my neck. I froze.

The next second his head comes down and his fangs aimed at my neck. I felt the worst pain as his teeth cut my skin. I scream as loud as I could. The pain of having my blood being drawn unwillingly from my body is terrible.

My vision starts to get fuzzy around the edges. My eyes are slidding out of focus. I try to concentrate on staying awake, but I was fighting a lost battle.

I feel Stefan's fang rip across my throat, and then he was thrown away from me. I fell to the ground like a crumpled doll. Warm blood spills down my neck and onto my shirt. I don't care, I look for my savior.

Damon. That was who saved me. He was standing in front of me protectively. Stefan was in the corner, getting up. His eyes were still black, and they were looking at the blood gushing from my neck.

Stefan jumped faster and higher than any human could, aiming straight for me. Damon met him in the middle, pushing him to the side. It was clear who was stronger –Damon. Stefan had been knocked out with vervain and starved, while Damon had been having all the blood he wanted.

But Stefan kept trying to fight past his brother, his eyes wild. Damon was trying to wrestle him back into the celler, but Stefan seemed to notice that and he kept a good distance away.

I felt my eyes get heavy and start to close. The last thing I saw was the two Salvatore brothers fighting each other. When darkness came I welcomed it with open arms.

Something sweet was coming into my mouth. The liquid was like liquid candy… adictive. I felt my eyes slowly open. My head was throbbing and I felt weak. I looked up into blue eyes… wait, blue eyes?

Damon was standing over me, his wrist pressed to my lips. Then it clicked. I was drinking Damon's blood. I pushed his bloody wrist away from my mouth.

"What happened? Where's Stefan?" My mind was clouded. All I remembered was opening the door to the cellar and then Stefan's face changing. And then the pain.

Damon's voice still had a sacrastic tone to it, "Really, no 'Thank you Damon for saving me'?" he paused, "He ran off after he attacked you. I have no idea where he went to though." his tone was very serious.

I sat up, "We have to find him. He might attack someone, I don't know what he would do in this state." I tried to get up and get to the door. But I ended up tripping.

Damon caught me before I fell and hit my head. He stabbled me, one hand staying on my elbow to help me. I mumbled a weak, "Thanks."

He guided me upstairs and I fell onto the couch, exausted. Damon sat down beside me. After a few minutes I fell asleep, my head leaning on his shoulder.

When I woke up it was dark. A blanket was drapped over me and my head was on a soft pillow. But Damon was gone –probably sleeping in his room. I was still tired, but I couldn't sleep.

The memories of Stefan attacking me were still fresh. Opening the cellar door…. Stefan's face… The pain… it was too much. I couldn't close my eyes without the immages dancing into my mind. I wondered how I had been able to go to sleep before.

Damon. That was the only option. I had been with Damon. How come I felt safe with him and a few months ago I was afraid to even talk to him?

I got up slowly and quietly went up the steps. When I reached the landing, I took one look at Stefan's room –a shutter went through me. Then I turned the opposite way and headed to Damon's room.

The door opened silently when I twisted the handle. The room was dark, but I could tell that most of it was already black. In the middle of the large bed I saw Damon. He was shirtless and the covers were on his waist.

I tried to not make any noise as I walked over to the bed. I slid into it beside him and pulled the covers over me. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Author's Note:This is my first try at a Delena story. Do you want me to continue. Please leave a reveiw, they make me happy and i'll write quicker.