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Hey everyone, this is my first story/one-shot so be nice. Don't know where the inspiration came from just picked up my laptop and started typing.

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"Damon, Damon do-don't leave p-p-please," Elena was stuttering and sobbing hysterically. It made Damon's heart clench but he had made a promise to Stefan and he wasn't going to back down now. So he decided on something- what he would say. He knew it was cruel, to ask her to explain her intentions. But he was Damon Salvatore. So he did.

"Why not, why not Elena?" he hissed practically seething. Suddenly he had no control over the words that came out of his mouth, suddenly neither did she.

"Because I care about you Damon" so there she went again 'I care about you but it will always be Stefan' Damon scoffs internally, his baby bro was always screwing things up for him. "Not good enough Elena"

Damon picked up his suitcase and turned to the door. "B-because I need you Damon." Damon snorted "Na you've got Saint Stef for all you're bunny hunting." Damon turned and started walking to the door.

Elena panicked, different versions of her life flashed before her eyes.

She realized, being blunt, how much they would suck. She realized how…boring and…dull they would become. In that second she realized how much she needed Damon, like really needed him. "B-b-because I'm in love with you." She said the last part as if just realizing herself.

And it was that sentence that made Damon turned around in wonder.

"You're a vampire Elena, you don't need me anymore," He nearly shouts in a very mean antagonizing tone. Then mutters to himself "Nobody ever needs me, I'm backup.""You're not in love with me Elena" Damon says "Yes I am" Elena replies "Don't try and tell me what I do and don't feel" she adds.

"I'm so in love with you that every time I see you all I want to do is-" Elena suddenly stops what she was saying and lets out a frustrated groan. "UHH, THIS!" She shouts.

Elena sprints over to Damon using her vamp speed to get over there as fast as she can- it's still not fast enough. As soon as she stands in front she slams her lips against his, kissing him passionately, roughly, franticly. He takes only a split second to respond, his lips claiming hers in a way Elena knows only his can.

In union, the two pull away, resting forehead against forehead, panting like they had just ran a marathon even though neither needed to breath. And as Elena softly pushed her lips against his again, Damon suddenly realized that he the girl had chosen him. For the first time ever he had been chosen first.

Hope it was okay, I know normally when a story/one shot is so short I wouldn't read it but I've never realized how hard it is to write 1000 words, but from now on I'll try to make them longer.

FBM.