Hungry vampire, blood-sharing, lovey-dovey feelings, etc. Also, spoilers if you're not caught up in TVD
Elena had had one of the worst days of her life--afterlife. Whatever you wanted to call it. Last she remembered she was with Damon, trying to escape their certain death, which was really unsurprising considering that Mystic Falls was usually caught up in some sort of kill-or-be-killed situation. She could remember being scared, anxious...hungry. Those travelers had done a number on her and Stefan and the only time she could recall she'd been drained of so much blood was when Klaus was eager to take every last ounce for his own selfish needs. She felt a bit like that, still very peckish from the fact all her and the younger Salvatore had been able to scrounge for after their escape was some animals. It wasn't enough, not for a very hungry vampire that had lost most of her blood.
When she'd woken up in the strange hotel room, she had looked around, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. This was not where she fell asleep with Damon, and the older vampire wasn't anywhere in sight--he hadn't even left a note. Still, she was hungry. She tried waiting around for awhile to see if Damon was going to pop up, but there was nothing and she was starving--too peckish to wait around any longer.
Pulling herself from off the bed, Elena opened the door of her room and looked out. There was no one around and it was oddly quiet. It wasn't enough to scare her. She kept watching her surroundings and headed outside to see if she might get a grasp of where she had ended up and if there was a meal to be had. She just needed a bit of blood, just enough to get her strength back, then she would go find Damon.