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"I'm dying."

"And you came to this conclusion because?" The words drawl lightly off Damon's tongue for such a heavy topic.

Elena starts pacing the room, her hands and hair flying everywhere. She's ranting on and on but no real words can be made out. Finally, she comes to a stop and her shoulders slouch. "I saw a doctor."

Damon raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes questioning.

"In Richmond," Elena says feeling the rims of her eyes getting wet. "I wasn't feeling well so I went to a doctor. They recommended I see a specialist." A small sob escapes Elena's lips.

"So you went all the way to Richmond."

Elena sinks to the floor, her body going limp. "I haven't told anyone. Not even Jenna. She doesn't even know I went."

Damon realizes that the tone in Elena's voice is sadness. It's a tone he's never heard her use before and it surprises him.

Elena is ashamed.

Damon gets down on the floor in front of her. Elena's looking down and he can smell her salty tears dripping down her face. "Why are you telling me?" Damon's voice is hard, having trouble processing the thought of a dead Elena Gilbert. Pale body, peaceful face, dressed nicely, hands folded as she lays in a casket. A shiver runs down his spine as Elena hiccups.

"I love Stefan."

Damon resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Elena has to go on about her undying love for Stefan and how she can never part with him. "Go on."

"I want you to Turn me," Elena says, her voice trying to stay steady. "Turn me into a vampire so I can live forever. With Stefan."

Damon pretends to consider for a few seconds before saying flatly, "No." Quite upset at the fact that Elena wants to use him so she can live happily ever after with Stefan, Damon digs his nails into his palms. "Go ask your precious Stefan to do it for you," Acid and mockery lace his voice.

"He'd never agree to it," Elena whispers. "You know it. I know it. He's too righteous to do such a thing. But you-"

"What? I'm heartless, ruthless and don't give a damn about whoever turns into a vampire?" Damon asks angrily. He stands up abruptly and Elena grabs his hand.

"You did it to Vickie," Elena reminds him, her voice calm and controlled. "Damon, please. Do this for me. Do this as my last dying wish."

Damon yanks his hand from Elena's grip. "Find someone else," Damon mutters.

"I'll do anything," Elena begs, her tone pleading. She's crying at his feet and Damon doesn't quite know how to handle a super emotional Elena. She's so weak and feminine rather than her usual headstrong, confident self.

"There is one thing you can do for me," Damon says slowly, reconsidering. He turns to face her and bends down so they're eye level.

Elena stops crying and her eyes grow wide. "Really?" Elena asks eagerly.

"If you wish to become a vampire- the eternally damned, living dead- then spend a night with me. That's all I ask for. Spend one night with me."

TBC...

A/N: Short but show some love in the reviews. Inspired by a part in the book series. You'd know if you read 'em.