*****DAMON'S POV*****
I sat at the bar for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't get her out of my head. I kept thinking about her, and yet I'm here for Catherine. I have never felt the feelings that are rushing through my body. Its like. No that couldn't be it. I have only known her for less than two days. But it's in the back of my head. I think i might just possibly love her. NO YOU DON'T YOU LOVE CATHERINE, IT'S ONLY BECAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE HER. But I knew that wasn't it i have known that Elena was not Catherine from the moment I layed eyes on her. What is wrong with me? I need blood I can't take this i need a hunt.
I got up and compelled the bartender to not remember me and went out too go catch a bite. hmmmmm I think i'll go to that bonfire. Sexy naive teen age girls. Best kind of blood there is. I thought smirking.................
*****STEFAN'S POV*****
I looked around for Elena after giving Caroline the food. I still couldn't believe that she wasn't Catherine. Even after a whole summer of watching her. But she was human. She had a different personality, I reminded myself. I listened to my surroundings; searching for her or bonnie's voice. When I found her, I was shocked to what I was hearing.
*****ELENA'S POV*****
"If your a witch then tell my future." I said daring Bonnie. She had just told me she had a weird feeling about tonight and that maybe her gran was right.
"Fine." She said looked mad.
I picked up a beer bottle and handed it to her. "Here is your crystal ball. Go ahead." I said smiling excited to see if she was right.
She touched it and scrunched up her nose. I laughed, "You look like your constipated." She half smiled and shushed me saying she had to concentrate. I laughed again.
She gasped and pulled back. "I saw a crow in a foggy grave yard and a man standing behind a grave stone, but i could see his face."
"Tell me your kidding." I said shocked. "I was been at the grave yard earlier and the same thing happened. The crow was really freaky so I ran home."
She stood there with her mouth hanging open. "I have to go." She turned around and was about to run, but I caught her arm. "Bonnie are you alright?" Tears were running down her face.
"I'll call my gran and have her pick me up. I just need to talk to her." She said her voice breaking.
"No i'll give you a ride, I don't want to be here anyway." She shook her head yes and we walked off to my car.
The ride to her grans was silent. I had dropped her off and was headed home. I was driving down the same road I had last night when my car ran out of gas. The memories of him that night rushed through my mind. I couldn't wait for Friday night.
