A Miracle Unexpected

Chapter 2 - The find out

Damon's P.O.V.

I was starting to find it horribly boring in Mystic Falls. It was a Sunday and I had nothing to do. Going to the Mystic Grill was getting old. Stefan was out hunting Bambi and Thumper. Alaric was out with Jenna. That left me with one person to bother. Elena.

Just thinking about her had me walking over to pour myself a glass of bourbon. I hadn't spoken to Elena in a while. The last time we spoke was in January and it was now February. After our little night of drunken activities, Elena thought it would be best to "forget it ever happened because it was wrong and if Stefan found out, he would be crushed". That was actually what she said too. I remember it crystal clear. When she said that, I laughed in her face. She looked so pissed off at me for doing that.

I couldn't resist pissing her off a little more. I knew that night meant something to her. I could tell in the way she moved against me, the way she kissed me, and the way she looked at me. Elena was scared of what happened that night. Despite that, I gave her what she wanted and stopped talking to her. I left her to continue with her relationship with Stefan. It made me laugh now when I thought of their relationship. What I once thought to be perfect actually wasn't. While Stefan thought Elena was the perfect girlfriend for him, I knew she wasn't. I knew Elena felt as if Stefan could get boring. It all made me laugh.

I dumped the idea of calling Elena up. I knew what she would do. "Damon I told you to leave me alone. I'm got going to hang out with you." Blah, blah, blah.

I didn't need to call Elena because as I stood in front of the window, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and smirked as I saw her name on the screen. I answered it quickly and spoke into the phone, "Well hello, Ms. Gilbert? Have you realized that you miss me too much to push me out of your life?"

I expected a comeback from her. I expected some sort of rude remark. I expected her to yell at me. None of that came and I began to worry.

"Damon I need you to come over," Elena said after what seemed like a lifetime.

"I'll be there in five minutes," I said. I hung up after that and finished the rest of my bourbon.

"Who was on the phone?"

I turned and saw my brother standing by the stairs. I smirked at him, "Did you have fun with your furry friends?"

He ignored my question and said, "It sounded a lot like Elena."

"That's because it was Elena, dumbass. It's not like I'm friends with Katherine."

"You're not friends with Elena, either."

I looked at my brother with a stoic expression. His attempts at going back at me were pathetic, only getting worse day by day. I put my glass down before walking over to him. "Obviously I'm friends with her if she's calling me, asking me to come over."

Stefan was surprised and I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to respond.

"Are you going?" That was all Stefan had said.

I laughed as I grabbed my leather jacket from behind him. "She asks, I come. I'm easy like that," I repeated my words to Elena to him as I swung my jacket on. Neither of us said anything more to each other. I left the house quickly and got into my car. I drove at my usual speed to Elena's house. I parked in front of her house and walked up the porch steps. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I pushed the front door open, expecting it to be locked, but it wasn't. I was growing more worried as the seconds ticked by.

"Elena?" I called out. She wasn't in the living room and she wasn't in the kitchen. I looked up the stairs and jogged up to the second floor of the house. Her bedroom door was open. Walking in, I saw that she wasn't in her bedroom. Instead she was in her bathroom.