What if it hadn't been Katherine Damon had kissed on the porch? What if Damon had finally caught the eye of Elena herself? And what will Stefan think of it?

Elena POV

I walked slowly towards the house, my dress hanging limply off one arm, yet the weight of the dress was no match to the weight in of my thoughts. Damon loved me. Isabel had said so and neither Stefan or Damon denied it, instead Stefan became protective and Damon's presence in my life became more prominent.

'Because he's in love you...' Those five words changed everything. Those five words changed the dynamics of our relationship. Those five words made me realise I loved him too...

It was true when people questioned my realtionship with the Salvatore Brothers. I was just liked Katherine. I was stuck trying to choose between the two brothers, and which ever one I chose would leave the other heartbroken... would leave me heartbroken...

A sliver of light shone ahead of me as the front door opened revealing the face I wanted to see most, yet there was little I could do at this point. I couldn't pretend I didn't love him, yet I couldn't tell him without telling Stefan it was over, something I honestly didn't want to do.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned quietly, hoping the answer would deter me from the feelings swelling up inside me.

"A failed and feeble attempt at doing the right thing," he answered, his face haunted by the task he must have just failed.

"Which was?"

"It's not important," he answered, glancing away. "Here let me take that for you." He said, taking the dress from my arms and turning away to place in on the near by chair that looked out off the deck and out onto the road.

"Thank you..." I whispered at a lack of words, realising that I was the only person he had ever acted like this to since returning back to Mystic Falls. Damon Salvatore had a nice side that hardly anyone else saw, yet here he was allowing me, and anyone else around, to see the vulnerable side of him.

"You know, I came to this town wanting to destroy it, yet tonight I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen?" His conflicting emotions played one by one on his face, showing not only his confusion of the recent times but the horror of his past aswell. "I'm not a hero, Elena! I don't do good! It's not in me."

"Maybe it is?" My words seemed only to fuel his disagreement rather than the comfort I had hoped they would ensure.

"No. That's reserved for my brother... and you, and Bonnie! Even though she has every reason to hate me she still helped Stefan save me," his words were truly sorrowful, though his face had become the usual guarded mask I was so used to seeing.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" I found myself asking as if I couldn't control my own mouth.

"Because she did it for you! Which means somewhere along the way, you decided I was worth saving and for that I want to thank you."

"You're welcome," I whispered, taking a slight step forward, watching him do the same. His lips met my cheek, kissing it lightly, and at that moment I found myself wanting more.

He began to lean forward again and against all better judgement I found myself leaning forward aswell. I knew that at that moment what I was about to do would destroy Stefan, yet I couldn't find it in myself to care. Our lips met and I finally felt whole. How long we stayed there I don't know and only when light shone out of the doorway did we pull apart, both turning to see the source and coming face to face with Aunt Jenna.

The look on her face said everything. I had just betrayed my boyfriend by cheating on him with his brother yet I didn't feel any guilt. All I felt was complete.