Damon wasn't sure what to think about another Elena from his world showing up, he hadn't thought it would ever happen...and even now that it did, he knew he didn't stand a chance with her. It was just how things were for him. This one liked Stefan just as much as the last. So he'd had a few drinks, found a pretty young thing to feed off of and then just roamed, feeling slightly empty. Maybe he should have gone home--if he could really even call it that--but Damon wasn't much in the mood, so he decided to head over to the apartments, compelling one of the oh so helpful people at the desk to tell him where he could find the Elena he was looking for.
It wasn't long before he was in crow for, balancing on her windowsill and staring into her bedroom with black, beady eyes, wings close to his feathered body. He cocked his head as she curled up on the bed, a part of him feeling sorry for the young thing. But that feeling soon went away, replaced by jealousy.