As I shine the light around Mary Porter's house, otherwise known as 'Scary Mary' I start getting the chills, this place looks abandoned and haunted..I guess it suits her name, "ugh," Damon groaned stepping over a broken lampshade along with other half rotten items scattered on the floor, "I hate vampire hoarders,"

"Is there anything I need to know about this woman before we meet her?" I asked warily. I didn't want some 500 year old vampire kill me the second I walk in.

"Scary Mary, really old..super creepy," he said in a hushed tone that creeped me out more.

"..and how do you know her?" I asked trying to keep my mind occupied and not on that disgusting smell.

"Well, you know," he said glancing at me and shrugging a little.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "of course.."

"what?" he said trying to defend himself, "I said creepy, not ugly."

There was a loud noice behind us, which made me jump and Damon stand protectively infront of me. I glanced over his shoulder as he causiosly walked towards the door. He turned the nob slowly and the door creeked open as he pushed it. It was pitch black. I gently held onto Damon's arm scared that the next second I'd be on the ground or being dragged away. I shone the light around the room and gasped when it showed a woman staked up against the wall, blue veins visible on her body.

"Mary.." he muttered as he gazed upon the dead vampire.

"Quite contrary," we heard a voice say behind us. We both wizzed around when the light got switched on to see Kol, lounging casually with a baseball bat resting on his legs. He cocked his head to the side and pouted, "shame about Mary, she used to be a blast. Don't quite know what happened," he smirked. "I feel the time she spent with my family might have ruined her," he continued in a mocking tone. "she was a bit of an Origional groupie,"

"And were you her favourite?" I asked.

"you mean was I the one to turn her?" he said waiting for an answer. When he didn't get one he continued "you know what, I think I am," he smiled. "but no, wait!" he said holding his finger to his chin and tapping it, "maybe it was Rebecca, there was also a Klaus period and lets not forget the Elijah affair," he paused. His eyes going darker, "I spoke to my brother. I know you're trying to figure out who you're decended from," he said glancing back at Mary, "now you never will." he turned his glare upon Damon now. "so," he said tapping the baseball bat off the ground and then holding it up in the air, "where did we leave off?" All of a sudden Damon was on the ground after getting his in the face, legs and back at vampire speed.

"Elena, get out of here!" he groaned as he tried to lift himself up.

I immediatly darted to the door but Kol was infront of me. I backed away slowly "My brother says you're off limits, please don't test me." he warned. With that he threw me across the room and I hit my head off the cluttered shelf.

Damon sprang up and grabbed Kol by the neck "Don't touch her!" he growled. The look in his eyes would make anyone run for the hills but Kol just chuckled and head butted him across the room. 'ouch' I thought 'never did quite understand how people could headbutt someone but not hurt themselves...' didn't have much time to think when Kol started talking again.

"Oh dear, I've hit a nerve!" he said, amused. He chuckled, advancing on Damon who was trying to stand back up, "relax darling, I just want us to be even. You snapped my neck, killed my brother and then you humiliated me," he raised his bat once more and started repeatedly started hitting Damon in the back. With every whack you could hear bones crunch. When Damon gave up trying to get up Kol hit him one last time in the back of the head, "there, now we're even." He smiles at Damon then at me as he nonchalontly walked out of the room.

The second I see Kol's body decend into the darkness I rush to Damon's side and help pick him up. He's breathing heavily and leans against an old desk and snaps him arm back into place, making me cringe and close my eyes. "that's better.." I hear him mutter under his breath and I open my eyes again. Our eyes lock and I see concern in his. He gently tucks some hair behind my ear and rubs a gash on a bump that's appearing on my forehead causing me to wince, "are you alright?" he asks me moving his hand to stroke me cheek, you can hear the concern in his voice. "Your bleeding," I smile slightly leaning into his hand. I nod "I'll be fine," 'how can he be worried about a bump on my head when he just got beaten senseless by an angry Origional?" I asked myself amused as I grabbed his hand currently stroking my cheek. "Good," he said looking back up at my forehead. It's then I realise how close we are, I looked down at his lips 'if I move just a few milameters we'd be kissing..again,' with that thought I let go of his hand quickly and turn the other way.

As I rub my head trying to get the memory (and arousal) of me and Damon's steamy kiss out of my head, I hear Damon shoving himself away from the desk so he's standing on his own two feet. "What are you doing?" he asked me sounding tired. I knew what he was meant, I turned around and my eyes met his. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked fed up. "what do you mean?" I asked lamely. I just needed to buy myself sometime. "well," he sighed, "this trip and you kissing me?.." I looked away. "What the hell is this?" I could hear the irritation in his voice.

I looked at him and mentally debated what I'd say next, "Stefan thinks I have feelings for you."

He stared at me for a while wearing the same frown he had a second ago, my comment seemed to have no affect. "Do you?" he asked quietly. The voice he used was emotionless just like his eyes were. He was blocking me out. I stared into his eyes, desperately trying to find the answer but came up short, "I-I don't know?" I stuttered. His eyes went from unreadable to an open book. It went from hopefull, to realisation, to hurt. He made some sort of grunting sound as he looked me in the eyes, "and I guess you were going to use this little trop to help figure it out.." I was about to answer when he kept going "-or maybe you were hoping I would screw this up and help make the decision for you, am I wrong?" I looked up at him, eyes filled with anger. "Damon," I sighed, "Am I wrong?" he said again but more stern. I snapped.

"This is what you do Damon!" I said throwing my hands up in the air "you sabotage things! I mean think about it everytime there's a bump in the road you lash out!" He stepped closer to me, if that was even possible "What if I didn't?" he asked me, "what if there was no bump?" I just stared at him, he's right. I didn't know that, I was just to scared to risk it. "well, I'm sorry Elena, but this time I'm not going to make it so easy for you," he paused, "this time you'll have to figure it out by yourself." He glared at me as he walked by me and out of this room.

I stared out the window watching the trees whiz by. What had I done? I don't usually do this kind of thing..except for when he was dying. I mean he was dying of course I was going to kiss him?..but then, what was my exuse for the porch kiss? I secretely glanced at him to see his stone hard, emotionless expression forcused entirely on the road, like I wasn't even there. I sighed quietly and tried to focus my thoughts on something else..bunny rabits! Yeah I'll think about them. They used to be my favourite animal when I was a little girl..until I found out about unicorns. I always wanted one but my Grandad used to say- "if we got one we'd have to fatten it up for christmas dinner,". It sounded absurd, eating a little rabbit but not so much anymore. Bunnies were a big part of Stefan's diet. I sighed, Stefan.

As much as I tried everything I thought, said or did led me back to the Salvatore Brothers. Stefan's never going to forgive me for this. I mean, I made out with his brother and honestly if Jer didn't inturrupt us I'm pretty sure I'd have slept with him. I feel horrible, I feel guilty, I-I feel utterly sick for betraying Stefan's trust and for hurting Damon's feelings. But then there's the other side of me. The confusing, contradictory side to me. The side that wants to make Damon pull this car over to the side of the road and continue where we left off in the motel, regardless of Jeremy sitting in the backseat. That side of me feels glad that it happened in a sence, it finally happened. I hadn't realised how much I've been longing to kiss him, to touch him, to just be lost in a moment of bliss with him. In the moment, I was free, unpredictable, happy. It's the aftermath that I hated. My confusion which led to me hurting Damon..again.

You could cut the tension in the car with a knife. I knew Jeremy could feel it 'cause he just sat there quietly, not making a peep just incase Damon exploded. Nobody talked, I was scared to breathe. Occasionally I'd get the courage to look at him fully but he wouldn't acknowledge me. When he parked outside my house Jeremy fled from the car before it even came to a complete halt. I sat there and looked at him. He pressed a button and the trunk popped open, I heard Jeremy mutter a "thanks.." before grabbing our bags and walking to the door. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to say something but he got there sooner, "Goodnight, Elena," he said glancing in my direction but not directly at me. I sighed and looked down, "Goodnight Damon." I whispered as I got out of the car and closed the door. It drove away and turned the corner. I looked down and walking up to the house where Jeremy was waiting.."are you alright?" he asked me. I gave him an unconvincing smile and unlocked the door to the house.