Barely A Memory

Chapter 18

Their lips collided once again and she swore that it was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life. Better than their last.

Quickly, Elena wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and wrapped her legs against his waist, happily willing to get lost in this euphoric sense of unity and love when...

Knock. Knock. Knock.

As if snapping out of a spell, Stefan turned his head to the door, his expression fading to a look of anger and frustration.

"Knock, knock. Steffy, Elena, time to hit the road! Open up!" Damon. Of course.

Stefan made a noise that oddly resembled a growl. "I'm going to kill him."

She couldn't help but giggle, although she probably shouldn't have. Frustrated, Stefan set her back to her feet and trudged to the door. Elena leaned against the wall for a long second, attempting to catch her breath, her body feeling like jell-o.

Stefan swung the door open, a glare present on his face. "I thought you said we were staying here for a while," he argued.

For a brief second, Damon took note of Stefan's disheveled appearance and then Elena's, though he chose not to acknowledge it. Elena couldn't help but feel the smallest twinge of guilt. "There's a witch about two hours away. We think she can tell us what's up with you. Y'know, not dying and turning and all."

Now Elena was the one to speak up. "It's 4 am."

"And if we leave now, we'll get there at 6. Chop chop!" And with that, Damon turned around and hurriedly made his way back down the hall.

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"Well, aren't they adorable," Katherine observed monotonously, gesturing to the couple in the backseat of the car as they sped down the highway. Stefan was fast asleep, spread out all along the three seats, one leg outstretched hitting the opposite door while the other hung off of the first seat. His legs seemed to be at what looked like an uncomfortable ninety degree angle just so that Elena could sit between them, her back against his chest and head on his shoulder. She, too, was passed out. Katherine wanted to puke.

Damon took a quick glance back and rolled his eyes. "How unsafe. Not even wearing seat belts," he commented flatly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

She let out a dry chuckle and glanced at Damon from the side, eager to get a reaction out of him. "Something tells me they didn't do much sleeping last night."

The intensity of his grip increased tenfold. "They didn't."

"Shame," Katherine pouted. "I wanted him all to myself." When Damon did not respond, she turned to face him a little more. "How's getting over Elena treating you?"

He did not dare look at her. "Not discussing this with you."

"And why not?" she began, looking back out the window. "I could help you, you know."

Now she had his attention. "Help how?"

Katherine smirked to herself. "Help you get over her?" She sent him a sultry, smug look over her shoulder. Damon looked over at her before turning his attention back to his driving.

"Thanks but no thanks."

"We'll see about that."

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Stefan was a little disappointed. The so called "witch" had a house that looked quite normal. Aside from the scent of strange herbs that wafted through the air, he could see himself living there. They knocked on the door a few times, and she opened it immediately, as if she'd been waiting.