original love (elena and elijah fanfic)

Alone...

Elena POV
"Alaric! Wake up!" I said, raising my voice. He let out a small grunt and rolled over.
"Ric, come on. You've got to go to work. You can't keep doing this." I pleaded with him.
" Elena go away. I don't need you to tell me what I can and can't be doing." he snapped. Taken aback by his cruel words, I left the house. But before I got to my car, I walked back inside. If he was going to keep missing work, he was going to be sober at the very least. I gathered all the alcohol I could find. I even took all the bottles out of Ric's  secret  stash in the box under his desk. I put them all in my car and started to the Salvatore house. I couldn't get coauthor with the various types of alchohol  in my car, since I was still underage and i definitely wasn't keeping it at my house with Ric there. So Stefan's house was the only choice. I hadn't been there in months. As far as I knew, nobody had been there. After the 'incident' Stefan took off, leaving the Salvatore house unattended. I parked my car and carried the box of vodka, bourbon, tequila, and other various bottles to the door. It wasn't locked but I couldn't step inside. Memories lingered. My heart was racing. I couldn't move. But I knew, I was going to have to do this. Not just to keep the alcohol away from Alaric, but for my own well being. I couldn't continue to be scared. So I stepped inside the Salvatore household. I set the box near the liquor bar where Damon always drank from. A half drank bottle of whiskey was sitting on the counter. If i was going to be here I was going to need a little buz. I sipped from the bottle, not even bothering to get a cup. The bottle tasted like Damon. He always smelled of bourbon and fresh linens. And tasted the same. I took comfort in the memory. I climbed the stairs, stopping at Stefan's room first. His room was always more cluttered than Damon's. He had books and Journals spread everywhere. Half melted candles. His Bed was half made. His untidy tendencies were always something I did not admire. I walked toward the room that belonged to Damon. The door was already open. I took another swig of the bottle. I hesitations before stepping over the threshhold into Damon's room. But i did it. His huge bed was in the middle of the room. I crawled into his bed. It was comfortable. It smelled like Damon. I clutched his pillow as the tears began to fall.
"I'll never forget you I whispered." And I laid there. Tears falling. Until i drifted off to sleep. And i let my emotions consuming. There in damon's Bed. Alone.

HEY !
sorry this is kind of boring but it's going to get to the good stuff next chapter. What happened to damon?! where is stefan!!?