I didn't know what to do with myself. A few moments ago I was getting married, and now I'm not. So I did the only thing I could think of doing; I went back into all the stores and rather angrily cancelled all my orders. I didn't return my shoes though. Not even that dickhead could make me so miserable I'd return shoes that beautiful.

Eventually Lexi maninto going back to the chateau. I can't believe he just left me, and without saying goodbye to my face. What a chicken! Matt, Rick, and Stefan were waiting for us in the giant living room, sympathtic looks.

"Stop with those faces, before I rip them off. I don't want your pity. You can give it to Damon, because when I find him he'll wish that he'd never been born." I seethed, dumping my shopping bags on the coffee table, and slumping down into the couch by Stefan. He wrapped his arm around me, and I let him. I needed the comfort.

"Do you know where he might go?" Rick asked me.

"A college campus." Stefan whispered. I punched him in the arm, and walked away from him. I turned away from them all, staring out the windows instead.

"He wouldn't go too far. Damon enjoys watching the drama unfold. He's such an asshole," I suddenly thought of something. I spun around, narrowing my eyes at them all. "Who was the last person to see him?"

"I was." Stefan admitted.

"So what did you say to him to make him leave, Stefan?" I accused.

"Sure, we had another fight over you, but Damon's not the kinda guy to just give up on you. It's hardly my fault he left." Stefan scoffed.

"I know that something in that other Dimension changed you Stefan. You weren't the person I knew everything about and loved. You had changed. So if you still love me, you will tell me what you said to Damon." I said, getting angrier and angrier. I could feel the tension in the room thicken as everyone looked at Stefan, waiting for him to speak.

Stefan sighed, and raised his hands up.

"I told him that the only reason you chose him was because I told you to. He bought it obviously."

My mouth fell open in shock. Stefan Salvatore had lied, and his lie cost me the love of my life, and out future together. Lexi recognised the obvious murderous expression on my face, and grabbed my arms, and held them behind me, as I started forward.

"I'm going to kill you, Stefan! Lexi, let me go! I'm going to rip his head off, stick it on a pike, and use it to kill Damon! That way no girl is going to be stupid enough to fall for the most damaged goods in the world! Why would you do this to me?" I yelled at him, struggling against Lexi. "I always thought that Damon was the bad guy, that Damon was evil...but you! You lie about who you are to make people fall in love with you, to trust you, just so you can break them. You are worse than he is, Stefan Salvatore."

Stefan looked like I'd actually managed to punch him in the face. His brother really did have a truly terrifying past, and could have given the devil a run for his money when it came to who was more evil, so me saying that Stefan was worse than Damon was a huge insult.

"Just because I told one lie? I'm automatically removed from the pedastal that you put me on? I never acted like I was any better than him, you always told me I was! You said it so much that even I began to believe it! But you know what, Elena? I still love you, and every time you were with him, I wanted to die. So I did what I needed to do."

I stopped struggling in Lexi's arms, and just stood there, gaping at him.

"Two years ago, when Damon first loved me, he made a deal with a certain kitsune to have you taken from me. I hated him for it. He made it up to me by helping me save you, and he earned my love and respect," I said, quietly. My anger was still right in the front of my mind, but now I was pitying him. "You used that over him so many times. So how is what you did any different? You got sent to a type of hell, and now you've sent me to mine. I hope you're happy and proud of yourself, Stefan."

With that bombshell locked in the front of my mind, I walked up to my room and slammed the door. I felt a pit of dispair wash over me, and flung myself onto my bed. I didn't cry, though. I'd been crying far too much. Instead, I flipped the switch, grabbed a large bottle of tequila and put on my favourite The Pretty Reckless song, Makes Me Wanna Die. I danced around my room, swaying in time to the beat, and swigging from the bottle.

"You make me wanna die, and I'll never be good enough..." I sang along, draining the last of the delicious liquid.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket, so I put my now empty bottle down, and dug it out.

Save me! Damon is here with me. You've got two days to come and get him, before I kill him for all this heartbroken whining he's doing! Love, P x

Poppy Louise Garcia, a witch friend that we'd made in Barcelona. She was my closest other friend that I'd made in the past two years, other than Lexi. She didn't really like Damon, and he didn't really like her, which is why he probably went to her, because he thought I wouldn't think he'd go there. Sneaky genius.

I can be there in a few hours. Don't let him know I'm coming for him, it'll be more fun this way. Love, E x

He was so going to get it.