It had to be a witch. Damon knew a few Fae who could cast fairly grand illusions, but nothing so large, and nothing that could physically force a car off of a road.
"Yes, as in a witch," he said, letting Elena lean up against him. She still seemed nervous, and he thought that perhaps the contact might calm her down a bit.
"And yes, that means it might last a while. Who knows, with those people. Stop worrying, Elena. You're used to me feeding from you. In fact, this might be a good chance for us to continue to test your reaction to my teeth in your neck."
Damon couldn't help but smirk at the idea. Some day he would have her trained so perfectly, that she would come at the first prick of his teeth in her neck, or perhaps just the pressure itself. The idea amused him to no end.