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Elena POV
Damon's forehead was clammy under my palm, I sat by the bed as he lay on his back. His natural pale skin was now translucent, the veins just under the surface a dull red; my heart clenched when his face crumpled in agony. Where is Stefan? Why isn't he here yet? In the beginning he had twisted charm and was only driven by his own selfish desires, but in these last few weeks I'd seen so much more in him. There were only fragments left of the man he had been before, he was hardly recognizable. He doesn't deserve to die this way.
"Is quick and painless so much to ask for?" he gritted, the vampire's hands knotted in the sheets and his back arched sharply. My grip on his shoulder tightened as I watched him ride out wave after wave of suffering.
"Your heart," he croaked, "It's beating so fast." I hadn't noticed the way my heart angrily rammed into my ribcage until he mentioned it,
"I don't," my voice got muffled by the hot lump at the back of my throat. A hint of a smile curled his parched lips, Damon's hand shook as his fingers brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. Heat tore my chest open and burned behind my eyes,
"It's okay," he breathed weakly. Tears threatened to trickle down my face as I shook my head,
"No, it isn't," I murmured hoarsely, something stirred in his ashy blue stare. The dark-haired man turned his head as pain raked through him, Damon didn't want me to see him this way. But I wouldn't forgive myself if I abandoned him now,
"I've done things that have haunted me for centuries," he coughed and wiped his mouth. "Those memories need to die with me, Elena."
"You're not that monster anymore," my voice was raw, "with everything wrong that you've done in the past, there are so many good deeds you ignore." Emotion stole away my words and made it hard for me to breathe, "So many innocent people are still alive, and every enemy we face thinks twice, because of you Damon." Even with my heart hammering in my head silence filled the room, the man's expression was unreadable as he looked past me and out the door.
Damon POV
Long, silky brown hair fell around my head as Elena leaned over me, her slender fingers carded through my hair. When I closed my eyes all I could focus on was her speeding heart and uneven breathing, "When you tried to turn me you were only trying to help," she said softly. The sound of her voice fluttered through my mind, "I understand that now," the brunette's icy tears dripped down into my hair. What she said next was hardly a whisper against my forehead, I almost didn't catch it,
"What did you say?" I propped myself up on my weak elbows. We were practically nose to nose now, Elena's skin burned hot against mine, her dark brows furrowed with sadness.
"I love you and don't want to lose you," tears trickled down her flushed cheeks and hurt swam in her honey brown eyes.
"Elena," the brunette's expression swept away any other thought, she suddenly scooted back and tried to calm down. Her eyes were open again, but they were much brighter than before, determined;
"If you had a last wish, what would it be?" she asked curiously. She didn't need to hear my sob stories, especially now,
"To have three girls in bed," I tried to crack a smile to at least turn her frown into a scowl. Anything was better than that sad face she wore so often.
"I'm serious," Elena said firmly; fire suddenly tore through my veins, the oxygen in my lungs burned like pure acid. I turned away from the brunette, black blood splattered across my hands when I coughed and wheezed. I don't want this to be your last memory of me. "Damon," she immediately jumped up to assist me,
"I'm fine," I rasped.
"No you aren't," she crawled over to me, "Let me see." If I kept pushing her away the brunette would only try harder to help me. Elena's gasp was on cue, "What is that?"
"It's blood," I sighed,
"Why are you coughing up blood?" she asked worriedly.
"I don't know, because I'm dying, Elena?" I hissed irritably, the pain continued to rip my insides apart.
Elena POV
Frustration heated my body, when he faced me Damon's usually light eyes were an inky black; the vampire wiped the blood on his shirt and sighed heavily.
"I need you to answer my question," I reached out to him, but before we made contact his dark eyes washed over me. In only a few seconds it felt like he had seen into my thoughts, he wordlessly took my hand and slowly let my knuckles brush against his pale lips. My face caught fire at the very idea, out of all the things he could get, he wants me? All I was going off of was a line from Bonnie's spell book, on how to possibly cure a werewolf bite. As long as there was a chance this could save Damon, I was willing to follow through with it. What about Stefan? My eyes shot up to the clock on the wall, he wouldn't want his brother to die. It's already been four hours, I nervously crept closer to the vampire, I can't waste any more time waiting for him.
"What are you doing?" The sound of his voice made my heart drum out of rhythm,
"I'm trying to keep you alive," my cheeks burned, "now shut up." A familiar mischievous smile twitched on his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes, which were calm and soft. I leaned in close and gingerly swiped the blood from his lips, his fingers easily weaved into my hair and cradled the back of my head. Nothing but a ball of nerves I kept my hands to my sides as Damon guided the slow kiss,
"Relax," he murmured against my lips. Sighing inwardly I felt his hand fall away from my hair and rest assuredly on my own, which was almost curled into a fist. A chill washed over me when the man's fingers brushed across my throat, his lips were soft and cool against mine. It was hard for me to think clearly when Damon deepened the kiss and left me breathless.
I would not enjoy this.
A/N; This story needed to be redone so badly.