Okay, so, I know I'm supposed to be working on the Two worlds collision, the second part of It can happen to anyone, and trust me, I am… but last night this idea popped into my head, and I just can't stop thinking about it! I have no clue where this will take us, but I'll keep writing, if you want me to…!

The story starts from the last part of episode 18 of season 1, where Elena comes home from the Founders' Party.

So, read, and feel free to tell me your opinion, suggestions, etc.

Elena entered her house. It had been a long day, or actually it had been a long month, and she was tired. She wanted nothing more than to crash on her bed, and sleep straight through the night. As she was walking down the corridor, she saw Jeremy sitting on his bed. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty for making Damon take his memories about Vicky away, but it was for the best. She didn't want him to have to deal with all these supernatural things, it was dangerous, and she couldn't afford anything happening to him.

"Are you okay?" she asked standing on the doorframe.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Damon had told her that Jeremy had been asking about Vicky's death. Could he have remembered? He had been avoiding her in the last few days, and she was starting to get very suspicious.

"I'm fine, Elena," he replied annoyed, and looking away from her.

Sighing, she got into her room, closing the door behind her. She threw her pursue onto the bed, and walked towards the mirror to get her hair into a ponnytail. There was a dark figure reflected on the mirror.

"Oh, my God, you scared me!" she screamed turning around to look at Stefan.

"Sorry," he said, his voice unstable "I'm sorry I ran off earlier."

"What happened? Is everything okay?" she asked walking closer to him, even though her mind was screaming to her to keep her distance.

He closed his eyes, thinking over his reply. "Hm, no," he breathed after a few second of silence.

"Talk to me. Stefan, tell me," she pressed him, as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"I tried so hard to keep it together, tonight, and it was working. But then, Matt's mom, she got hurt, and she was bleeding, and I had her blood on my hands."

"And then what happened?" Elena asked terrified. He couldn't have hurt her, right? Stefan would never hurt anyone.

"And then that guy on the parking lot… I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it," he said looking her in the eyes. After so many years from feeding on animal blood, he couldn't control his bloodlust. Today he had managed to not hurt anyone, but with every passing minute it was getting, and worse. He knew that sooner, or later, he wouldn't be able to resist.

"But you didn't?" Elena's voice brought his train of thoughts.

"No, but I wanted to."

"Oh, my God, Elena, my head is pounding, I feel like my skin is on fire, I feel this hunger inside of me that I've never had before in my entire life. And all I keep thinking about is how I promised that I would never keep anything from you, and so I'm telling you this."

"It's okay, I need you to tell me this," she tried to comfort him. Deep down, however, she couldn't help but imagine how her life would have been if she had never found out about this world, if she had never met him.

"But I don't want you to see me like this, I don't want you to know that this side of me exists," he insisted. He loved Elena, he wouldn't survive losing her, but the need for the blood was so strong.

"Stefan, you're going to pull through this, I'm going to help you pull through this," she said her voice barely a whisper. Elena didn't know who she was trying to calm down anymore, Stefan or herself. "You're going to be okay, everything is going to be okay," she added a little more forcefully, touching his face with her fingers.

Stefan looked at her beautiful face, only inches away from his own. "Elena," he breathed, trying to make her understand that she was standing too close, she was taking too many risks.

"It's going to be okay," she repeated, leaning towards him. That's when something inside of Stefan snapped, and he could no longer hold back.

"Stefan?" she asked, as she saw his face changing. Her arms instantly fell on her sides, and she stood up instinctively. She knew what was about to happen, and she knew that she stood no chance against him, she wouldn't be able to escape, but she tried anyway. She hadn't even managed to take a step, when she felt strong arms, arms that she once thought would always protect her, grabbing her from the waist.

"I'm sorry, Elena," he whispered, and she closed her eyes to avoid looking into his red ones. In a quick move, he had pinned her on the matress, and she held back a scream. If Jeremy came into the room, Stefan would hurt him as well. How wrong was she? All this time, she thought that it was safe being around Stefan, and now he was going to kill her.

Stefan fixed his eyes on her neck, he could clearly make out the veins, and he could hear her heart sending blood into her whole body. All that mattered in that moment, was her blood, nothing else. Slowly, he lowered his head, and kissed her neck. He felt her shuddering, and he couldn't help but smile against her skin.

"Stefan, please don't," Elena whispered, trying to keep herself from crying. She didn't have the chance to think anything else, though, because Stefan bit down on her neck, hard. Surprised at the great pain, she screamed out in agony, but this only made him drink even more hungrily, causing her even more pain. She tried to hit him, find a way to take him off her, but he locked his hands around her wrists, keeping her steady.

The door of the bedroom opened abruptly, and Jeremy had barely enough time to see that the person who was hovering above his sister was Stefan, before he disappeared through the window. Then his eyes fell on Elena's neck, it was covered in blood. He ran to the bed, and pressed two fingers on her wrist, searching for a pulse. It was weak, but at least she was still alive.

"Elena, Elena," he called, shaking her lightly, but she didn't respond. All the anger he had been feeling for the last couple of days towards his sister, was now replaced by worry. Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair. What should he do? He couldn't just let her die. Stefan would pay for this, for hurting her like that. He saw the cell phone that was on the nightstand, and with shaking hands he grabbed it, and went to the contact list.


"Gilbert? This is a really bad time, so whatever it is, it's going to have to wait," Damon replied in an angry voice, and removed the phone from his ear.


"What the hell is so important, kid?" he snapped at him. He had just came back home from the Party. After pouring himself a drink, he had sat on the couch, thinking about the town's favorite son.

"It's Elena," Jeremy said quickly "you need to come here, at the house, and you need to hurry."

"What happened?" Damon asked through clenched teeth.


"I'll be there in a minute," Damon replied hanging up. He had been keeping an eye on his brother ever since the vampires of the tomb had gotten him. He was aware of the fact that he had drank Elena's blood, and given that he'd been stubbornly feeding on bunnies and squirrels for all these years, he knew that it'd be hard to control himself. He never expected him to hurt Elena, though. Images started passing in front of his eyes, images of Elena covered in blood, her own blood, of Elena dying, and him being unable to save her. How did he come to care about her so much? He'd spent the greatest part of his life shutting of his emotions, and then suddenly he's in love with a girl, who is identical to the girl who turned him, and shattered his heart. He forced himself to stop thinking so hard, as soon as her house came into view. Not really caring about the neighbours, he broke through the front door, and blurred to her room. And he froze. She was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, barely alive. His heart ached at the sight of her badly injured neck.

"Can you help her?" Jeremy asked bringing him back to reality.

Damon glanced at him, and nodded, before moving towards the bed. He sat down, carefully placing her head on his lap. Not even caring about Jeremy, and whether he'd taken his memories back, or whether he knew that he was a vampire, he bit on his wrist, and brought it to her slightly open lips.

"Come on, Elena, you need to drink," he whispered running a hand through her silky hair "you need to get better." Her eyelids moved a little, but her eyes remained closed.

"Please, Elena," he begged, and felt relief washing over him, as she finally started drinking.

"Good girl," he said touching her cheek "keep drinking, and you'll be as good as new."

Jeremy watched intrigued as Damon was feeding Elena his blood, whispering soothing words, and caressing her. All this time he had hated Damon, he thought that he was nothing but a cruel jerk. He couldn't be any more wrong. He never believed that Stefan would be the one to hurt his sister, and Damon the one to help her. This was just too surreal.

"Jeremy, Elena, I'm home!" Jenna's voice came from downstairs. Jeremy looked at Damon alarmed.

"Get out of here, and tell her that Elena is already asleep. Make sure that she won't come to check on her," Jeremy nodded, and quickly walked to the door, as he could hear Jenna's footsteps coming closer.

"And don't you dare talk to anyone about this," Damon added in a cold voice, and turned his attention at the beautiful girl that was in his arms.

I don't really know how I feel about this, so give me your opinion! If I keep writing, the chapters will of course be longer that this one. And it will be Delena! That's all for now, I think!