Damon's POV

"I helped her."

"You what?" I froze. Those words hit me hard. She had vampire blood in her system, she isn't dead, and she'll come back as a vampire... That means the phone conversation we had wasn't our last. I felt my death stare gradually turn into a smile. I stopped myself. Dammit Damon, stop being selfish, Elena never wanted to be a vampire. I forced myself to give Meredith a final glare, as I walked towards Elena's room.

I paused outside the door. Go in, I kept telling myself, but as if the doorknob was covered in vervain, I couldn't bare to touch it. For the first time, I was nervous, but I didn't know why. Stefan was in there, and he killed her for god's sake. Still standing outside the door, I hear a gasp, as life flooded back into her. She and Stefan started talking, were they saying how much they loved each other? Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Ugh. Since I couldn't stand another moment, I went and busted inside.

When I entered the room, my eyes went straight to towards her. Our eyes met. Something about that glaze told me she knew. She knew about our first encounter. I was drunk that night. But now I'm certain she felt the same connection I did. The way she looked at me… She never did that before.

"Damon. Glad you made it back. Heard that you and Alaric had quite a fight."

"Stefan. Brother." All the anger rushed back into me. I wanted to punch him, stake him, and drain him of all his blood, but maybe later, when Elena isn't here. I quickly turned back to Elena.

"How are you feeling Elena? Back from the dead and all."

"Everything's heightened. I feel like I can here, do, be anything."

"What about the blood?"

"I.. I don't know... I smell the blood… I want it… but I don't want to harm humans…" I see her eyes tearing up. I want to just grab her hand, but Stefan already has.

"It's okay. We will get through it." Their eyes met.

No! That wasn't supposed to happen. If sticks and stones may break my bones, my heart just burst into a million pieces.

"I want to go home. Get away from human's for a while."

Yeah. Amen to that. I can't wait to get home and kill Stefan.

Elena's POV

On the car ride home with Stefan we didn't talk much, which was good, because I needed time to reflect back on the memories that returned to me. Mostly Damon memories, these memories showed a different side of him, a sweet side of him.

I think back to the sweetest memory that name back. It was nighttime, I came back to my room and there he was. He had come to return my vervain necklace that I had lost when Elijah took it off to compel me. He looked into my eyes with his beautiful blue eyes, and said those three words. Three words eight letters, I love you. While saying those words, a single tear trickles down his cheek.

I snap back to reality as we pull up into my driveway. Jeremy knows I'm in transition, and was told to stay with Bonnie. How thoughtful Stefan, afraid I might loose control and attack Jeremy, the way he attacked his father. When we got out of the car, Stefan hustled me into the house, probably afraid that any minute another human's blood would attract my attention.

Once inside the house, we started talking again.

"Elena, stay inside okay?"

"I got it Stefan."

"Look, I never meant for any of this to happen."

"I know, I knew what would happen to me, but I thought I'd die, not become a vampire."

"Yeah. Me too. I never thought I would be one either."

Our eye's met again. It wasn't the sky blue eyes of Damon, but the forest green eyes of Stefan. Damon or Stefan? This question still troubles me even after coming back from the dead.

Damon's POV

Here I am, at home. Just drank around three blood bags, you know, to freshen up for my battle with Stefan. I've totally got this. Unlike me, Stefan's low on blood. Where he's going now, he's not going to get any blood there. Yeah. He's going to Elena's house. What a gentlemen right? If he was like that last night, Elena wouldn't have even became a vampire. What seem to be a forever-lasting wait finally came to an end. The front door slammed. I smirked, and thought to myself, revenge time.

Without thinking, I ran downstairs and pounced on him. He fought back with all he could, but of course, he was no match for me. Soon, he didn't even fight back, he only ran around dodging me. Every time I pounced he turned and fled the other direction. When he got out of breath, I caught up to him. Despite his begging and pleading, I grabbed a stake and stabbed him a few times. Those stabs, of course meant stabs of betrayal when he decided to save Matt instead to Elena.

After many more stabs I lost count and decided to give in to the pleading. I stood up and hastily said, "You want to talk? Lets talk."

"I know your mad, so am I."

"You're mad? You're the one that let this happen. Thanks to your crappy decision Elena's a vampire."

"I never meant for this to happen…"

"So you were okay with her dying?"

"No. Never. I was just listening to her."

"Wow. Stefan. Such a gentleman. You listen to everything everyone says."

"Sorry, you're upset, I know. But there were two people in that car, Matt and Elena. She would've hated me if I didn't save Matt."

"Oh right. Congratulations. Thanks to you the world has an extra quarterback!"

This fight went on and on. Soon I lost track of time. We would've argued until daybreak if not for this phone call.

"What?" I yelled angrily at the anonymous caller.

"I heard about what happened at Wickery Bridge, is Matt and Elena okay?"

"Who are you?"

"It's Tyler Lockwood."