Damon didn't ask any questions on the ride home, and I didn't make any notion to tell him anything either. I kept replaying my conversation with Sean over and over again in my head. There were so many things that I regretted not asking him. Like, who was going to be there tomorrow, does anybody else even want to see me, and most importantly, what did he hear about me around town?

Damon's eyes started shifting towards me every couple of seconds, making me wonder if perhaps my facial expressions were portraying more than I thought. It seemed that curiosity finally got the better of him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened back there?"

We were parked in front of the house, but neither one of us made any motion to get out.

"Did you know that my brothers would be there," I asked, shifting my body so that I was facing Damon.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I may have heard that around town."

I couldn't be mad that he didn't tell me, because in all honesty I wasn't quite sure how I felt about the situation. But, I still wanted to know his thoughts on the subject. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged his shoulders again, "I really didn't put much thought into it. And, I really didn't find it that important."

"What are you talking about; of course it is important, they are my brothers," I answered defensively.

"Norah, if you were all so important to each other you would be living with them and not me."

I turned away from him and crossed my arms over my chest, staring forward. "Alistair doesn't speak for my entire family."

He rolled his eyes. "You have to be kidding me, of course he does. You've been gone for what, a month and a half, two months; and tell me how many of them have tried to talk to you? You could have died and they wouldn't have even known..."

"Alright, I get it!"

Damon stopped talking immediately, looking shocked at my outburst. He sighed, reaching out to turn my face towards him again.

"All I am saying is that you have been getting on fine without them so far; you don't need them in your life. Whatever they said to you just forget about it."

I found my anger slowly dissipating as he finished his statement, but I couldn't bring myself to heed his advice. I shook my head. "No."

Damon pulled his hand away from me, sighing as he turned and looked out the window.

"Norah look around; where are you?"

I remained silent.

"Just think about that."

I stepped out of the car, desperate for some air in this very overwhelming situation. I turned back around to Damon who was sitting in the car with the passenger door open. "I'll see you later."

I started walking the opposite way of the house, not entirely sure of my destination, but with the intent of getting as far away as possible. I didn't need the added stress of a relationship talk with Damon.

"Where are you going," Damon asked in an almost defeated tone.

"I'll be back later," I responded without stopping. I heard a loud bang.

"You know what fine, just go. Get into trouble like you normally do. Hey, maybe your brothers will come and save you!" I stopped walking, sharply turning around to face him. "Why do you have to be like that? It's like whenever I'm upset about something it ends in me being angry with you!"

His face suddenly hardened. "Just go inside."

He got back into the car, slamming the door and speeding away in another direction. I found myself listening to him and heading towards the house. I flicked on the lights as I entered the doorway, nearly jumping out of my skin when I looked up.

"Oh hey Elena, when did you and Stefan get back," I asked taking note of the presence of a vampire.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, not too long ago." She got up from her spot on the couch and walked towards me.

"Where's Damon?" She leaned up against the wall as I took off my shoes and hung up my jacket, looking past me and out the door.

"I don't know; he just stormed off," I replied, walking past her and plopping down on a chair in the living room.

She smiled. "Well that's too bad."

I looked up at her confused. "Elena, are you alright?"

She quickly looked up at me, an alarmed expression on her face that quickly vanished. "Of course I am; why do you ask?"

I looked at her closely, trying to figure out what seemed so different about her. "I don't know, something just seems...off about you."

I got up and walked into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat having not eaten since breakfast. "Elena I'm going to make eggs; do you want anything?" I dropped the frying pan when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Elena what..." I never got to finish my sentence as I was thrown across the room. I yelled out as I made contact with the wall.

"Elena, what are you doing," I screamed. She was next to me in less than I second, pinning me to the ground as fangs protruded from her mouth.

"Elena?" I yelled out again when her teeth met my skin, tearing it open. I felt the blood drip down my shoulder.

"Scream all you want," she started as she lowered her lips to my ears. "No one's coming to save you."

I screamed, thrashing on the ground. She held me down tighter. My gun was in my purse across the room, I couldn't get to it. I was going to die.

"You know, you have sparked the interest of a lot of important people around here. And then I heard the name Damon Salvatore and I just had to come see for myself. The big bad vampire whipped by the little hunter girl. It's like a real-life Twilight story." I gasped for air as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

She leaned down and bit me again. My eyelids started to get heavier the more blood she took from me, the more air she deprived me of. The familiar darkness began to creep around the edges of my vision. And, within seconds it swept me away.

I woke up to someone's voice, but I could only make out bits and pieces of it. They were talking about a girl, and something was wrong with her. The voice was vaguely familiar. I blinked open my eyes, immediately shielding the light as I did so. The pain in my head quickly reminded me of what happened.

"Norah?"

I removed my hands from my eyes. "Mr. Saltzman?"

"Good, you're awake. I tried to call Damon but I couldn't get a hold of him; Stefan is on his way."

He put a hand behind my back and eased me into a sitting position. "What happened to you?"

I winced as his hand found a tender spot on the back of my neck. "Oh the usual; Damon and I fight, he leaves, and then I'm attacked by a vampire." I paused. "Oh my gosh, Elena!"

Mr. Saltzman sat up straighter, clearly alarmed by my exclamation. "What, did something happen to Elena; was she here too; did they take her?"

I shook my head after each of his questions. "No, she attacked me."

His face turned serious as he looked me over. "I think we should wait until Stefan gets here. I have a strong feeling about who was here and I can guarantee you that it wasn't Elena. He'll have a better idea."

I laid back down on the floor as I started to get dizzy. I put my hands over my eyes again.

"Are you alright," he asked with a concerned tone.

"Hmhm," I responded. "They just seem to always aim for my head."

As the attack passed I lowered my hands once more. He was wearing a sad smile.

"How do you know about all of this anyway," I asked curiously.

"It's a long story."

He didn't seem to want to talk about, so I didn't press any further.

Maybe ten minutes later, and Stefan was running through the door, Elena in tow.

"What happened," Elena asked in a panic.

I had to resist the urge to get up and run at the sight of her.

"It was Katherine," Mr. Saltzman answered, pulling my gaze away from Elena. A chill went down my spine as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

Stefan looked alarmed, which made me alarmed in return. Stefan was always calm. "Did she say anything to you," he asked.

I opened my mouth to tell him, but decided it would be better not to. No one needed to know what Katherine said. Most importantly it didn't need to get back to Damon.

"No she didn't."

With a troubled look, Stefan got up off the floor and walked away, quickly dialling numbers into his cell phone. He disappeared behind a door as he held the phone up to his ear.

"Who is he calling," I asked Elena.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

Gathering up all of my strength, I slowly pushed myself off of the ground. I looked to Mr. Saltzman. "Can you give me a hand?"

He held out his hand. "Sure"

He pulled me up from the floor, and sat down on the nearest thing to me, the couch. Stefan walked back into the room.

"I talked to Anna; she hasn't heard anything..."

We all turned when we heard the door open and close. Much to my surprise especially, Damon strides into the living room. He looks at each of us separately.

"What's going on?"

A/N: Sorry about the delay everybody. My beta and I have both been really busy with school, but I'll try to post as frequently as I can. Thank-you for continuing to read!