''I don't know if I want it now...'' I said. And it was true. In the beginning I was really sure about my decision but Stefan had made me doubt. It was really different from what I thought it was. He had shown me the less brighter side of being a vampire. I sighed. I hated this, not knowing what I wanted. I turned my face away from his so I didn't had to look anymore in his gorgeous eyes. ''What do you mean you don't know? You where the one who asked me ,no.. begged me to do it! And now suddenly you're not sure anymore? What made you doubt?'' He put his hand on my cheek and turned my head towards his. His lips were so close that I couldn't keep my eyes of them. His mouth curled into a little smile and kissed me. ''You know I love you right?'' I nodded. I didn't want him to talk, I wanted to kiss him, hug him, touch him. But I couldn't. He would make me forget why I doubted and let me do everything he wanted me to, but not this time. I had to stay strong. ''I'm going now. I need some more time to think. See you…soon. Bye Damon.'' I let go of his hand and was on my way to the door when he did this cool vampire move and stood right in front of me. That he could move so fast was one of the things I was so jealous of. ''Don't go.'' He whispered. ''I have to.'' I made a move to the right so I could go past him but he followed and blocked me. I went to the left, so did he. ''Damon! Don't play some game right now. Let me through.'' He shook his head. ''You know you can be really annoying sometimes?'' I said and pretended to give up by turning my back to him and crossing my arms. It worked. He stepped aside and I tried to go as quick as I could to the door but I overestimated myself and slammed into the chest of my dark haired boyfriend. Not that I didn't see it coming though, I just hoped I would be smarter than him for once. He held me firmly against him and looked into my eyes. I couldn't do anything but to stare back. After several minutes he let go and went outside, leaving me behind in the house. This was odd, normally he never gave up until he got his way. I stepped on the porch, locked the door and went to my car. When I wanted to get in, I found someone already sitting behind the wheel and just stopped myself from rolling my eyes. ''You're serious?'' He nodded and pointed at the seat next to him. I sighed, closed the door and obeyed. ''So, where does my princess wants to go to?'' He asked. ''Anywhere you aren't'' I murmured. ''I am sorry, never heard of that place, shall we go to a nice, romantic place and have dinner? Off course you'd like it.'' He put a ridicules hat on, one you saw in the movies on cab and limo drivers and said '' Meet your personal driver, at your service" and he bowed wich made me smile a little against my will. I looked out the window as though I was mad at him but actually I was mad at myself. I wanted to go on this dinner of him and I wanted to be with him. But I should be thinking about whether I wanted to be turned or not. That at least was what Damon thought I was doubting over. My actual doubt was : should I be turned by Damon, the one I deeply and passionately loved but could be really selfish and narcissistic, or Stefan, his brother where I secretly had a relationship with without any knowing of Damon. I did love them both but I didn't know whom I loved the most. From what I felt, I loved them both equally but in another way. I liked the unpredictable in Damon but also the stability in Stefan, the danger and tension Damon brought sometimes and the safety and comfort with Stefan. It was hard. But there was just no other way. ''…had sex with your dog while your grandma was in a tutu.'' I looked up and realised he was talking to me. ''What?'' I asked. I had been so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even notice him saying anything. Damon rolled his eyes and pulled over. ''I was just saying how much you are going to enjoy this evening, my love'' he winked and in less than a second he had already dragged me out of the car in his arms and kissed me like it was the first time. Eventually he had to pull me away from his face or else I would have kissed him all night long. He put me back on my feet and smiled. As we walked in the restaurant we held hands and forgot about our little fight earlier. But when I was inside, I could slap myself on the head for really thinking he had planned a romantic evening in a quiet restaurant or place what normal people did. But of course, he wasn't normal at all.