Oh goodness, I'm such a procrastinator. This story will be no one's P.O.V for now. So enjoy and don't forget to review. PS. I know this was short but the next one will be longer; this is just getting the story back on track.

Elena honestly wasn't sure what she was going to do. Her mind was racing with two different thoughts; either stay with Damon and try and figure out what the hell was happening or go with Stefan and mess up things even more. The answer was obvious but the only problem was, her mind wasn't quite working with her at that point. Her heart was pressuring her to make the wrong decision and she went along with it.

"I'd be honoured to go with you, Stefan," she smiled out, turning to Damon and giving him a look that they had shared only so many times before, "I'll talk to you later."

After a nod between the two of them, she turned away from the raven haired Salvatore brother and started to walk along the garden with Stefan. There was no denying that she was already feeling guilty about completely disregarding Damon's feelings, but he would understand, right? This was Stefan. The one she loved; the one she had loved since the first moment they had shared a kiss.

But as they walked along, sharing quick glances with each other, to be a little bit less than subtle, she wasn't feeling any connection to him anymore. This wasn't the Stefan she had grown to love; this was the Stefan that had made Damon feel under-appreciated and although he wasn't doing it on purpose, something was just different about him. Perhaps she was just imagining this; perhaps things between her and human Stefan were just new and somewhat exciting. She felt quite tired of everything, if she was being honest with herself.

Going back in time was crazy enough, but going back in time to find out she went back with modern day Damon Salvatore to the time when the two Salvatore's were human was another thing.

They talked every now and then, making small conversation to fill in the uncomfortable silences. No, this certainly wasn't the same Stefan as before.

As they reached the door of Giuseppe's household, Stefan kissed her hand and excused himself from her after knocking on the door.

She didn't quite know where Stefan was off to but frankly, all she wanted to do was lie down. She was incredibly tired and the fact that it was slowly getting darker was just making her sleepier.

It was when she heard voices on the other side of the door that she woke up just a little bit.

Is that Stefan?

I don't know.

Well. Are you going to open the door?

At Giuseppe's strong voice, Elena flinched, stepping away from the door for a moment. She wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next. They were both expecting to see different people. She backed away from the porch when she heard the footsteps moving towards the door.

She hurried off the porch, lifting her dress above her ankles so she would be able to move fast. She heard the door opening behind her and the faint sound of voices before she found herself moving fast and away from the Salvatore house.

It was only almost ten minutes later that she realized she was in the middle of the woods, in the dark, by herself.

"Oh shit," she uttered, the exhaustion setting in and taking over her mindset.

She asked herself why she had even bothered to run; what would be so bad about staying? There was nothing for her to worry about there; Damon would be there to protect her if there was.

She sighed, realizing that it was too late to think about those things now; it was probably the wiser choice to try to get out of the woods.

"Language, Elena," she heard a voice say from behind her.

A tired grin tugged at her red lips as she turned to see the elder Salvatore in front of her. "Damon."

He frowned at her words, his head tilting to the right as he watched her amble over to him, almost falling on him as she rested her head on his chest. He was cautious towards her, slowly patting her head as he pulled her off of his chest and looked into her doe eyes.

"Why the hell are you out here?" He queried, pushing a strand of stray hair behind her ear and away from her eyes.

"I heard your father's voice and then the door… and..," she sighed, biting her lip as she looked up at him.

He shook his head. "Seriously Elena, my father isn't as bad as you think he is. You don't have to run from him," he chuckled, playing with the hair that was resting on her shoulder.

"Can you just take me somewhere that I can sleep?" She asked, grabbing his hand.

He nodded, offering a small smile to her before grabbing her hand and starting to walk. "Alright. Now all we need to do is find a way out."

Neither of them realized the dark, confused eyes watching them from the shadows.