Keira's POV

"Why are we breaking this curse anyway?" Damon asked, his lips pressed into a thin line. "We can kill him today with Bonnie." His eyes met mine. This is exactly what I wanted to do on a saturday morning.

Elena spoke for me."Bonnie can't use that much power Damon. It'll kill her. And we -" She gestured between herself and I. "Aren't going to let that happen."

"So? I'll write her a great eulogy." He argued.

I rolled my eyes. I could feel his gaze on me, I looked down at my feet, not wanting to meet his eyes. To say that he didn't like that I was a part of this mess would be an understatement.

"Damon, please. That can't be an option." I pleaded, still not looking at him.

"So exactly how does Elena and Keira fit into this?" Stefan asked,glaring at Elijah from across the room.

I snorted, which caused them to look at me weirdly. I shrugged. Of course Stefan would be mad at Elijah, after all he was delivering his beloved to her death.

"Elena, you are the last part of the ritual. Klaus must drink your blood. . . till the point of death." Elijah stated. He walked over to the table and picked up the wooden box he had bought.

Elena gulped. Stefan took her hand in his, trying to comfort her but I knew that this would definitely not be okay.

"What about Keira?" Elena squeaked out.

"The same." He replied."After your death, he must immediately drink Keira's blood to acquire the power that her kind offers." He looked at me like he knew all about 'my kind'.

"And that's where you come in right? To save the doppelgänger?" I asked.

"The doppelgänger?!" Damon asked me. "What about you Keira? What's going to happen to you?"

"I'll be fine." I lied, giving him my most convincing smile. It must have worked because he walked over to the alcohol cabinet and poured himself a drink.

"Elijah has it all figured out, Damon." I looked at Elijah who gave a curt nod.

He opened the wooden box and pulled out an antique jar.

"This is the elixir I acquired from the witches 500 years ago for Katerina. It has mystical properties of resuscitation."

"So I'll be dead. ." Elena furrowed her eyebrows.

"And then you won't." He finished with a smirk which made me smile.

Damon was not so happy. "That's your plan. A magical witchy potion with no expiration?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

If this was a different situation, where we were, um, I don't know,maybe not discussing ways to kill me, I would've laughed at his comment but the look on his face told me otherwise.

"And what about Keira? Huh? Let Elena live and her die?" He continued.

"Damon -" I said, before I was cut off by Elijah.

"She'll be alive. Only, as a vampire." He finished for me.

"WHAT!?" Damon growled. Shit! I didn't want Damon to know about it. Dammit Elijah!

"Damon I was going to tell you -"

"No Keira." He cut me off sharply. "Do you really want to be a vampire?" He asked me.

"No but -"

"Then what if your little 'plan' doesn't work?" He did those air quotes thing with both his hands when he said 'plan'.

"It mi -"

"It might? That's not exactly reassuring is it Keira?"

"Then what do you want me to say Damon?" I said, beginning to get angry.

"What if your plan doesn't work?"

"Then I guess I'll just have stay dead!" I blurted out, and immediately regretted it. It shut him up but he was still glaring at me angrily.

"You can all go to hell."

With that he turned and left the room. My hands were still trembling. I really need to calm down before the plumbing in this house goes ba -boom. I glanced around the room to see that everyone was staring at me with a shocked look.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Keira, how could you do that to him? To us? We know that you might not survive." Stefan asked.

I sighed, "You do but he doesn't." I stated calmly.

"So you're just ready to risk everything?"

"Yes. So can you just do me a favor and don't tell him that." I looked at my sister. "You owe me that Elena."

Silence.

"You could at least talk to him." Elena suggested.

I nodded and walked towards the study room where Damon had stormed into.

I knew the decisions I made was hurting him but I could not just let my sister die instead. Damon just had to understand that. It's not like I wanted to die, I really didn't. I loved Damon and I couldn't just leave him or all of them. The very thought of it sent shivers down my spine.

I leaned on the doorway of the open study. Damon was looking out of the window, his back to me, with a glass of bourbon in his hand.

I knocked on the door, causing him to tilt his head a bit but then turned his attention back to what was out the window.

I walked towards him, the noise of my heels were heard clearly, disturbing the silence in the room.

"Why'd you leave?" I asked pouting playfully, "I can't believe you left me out there to deal with the three musketeers." I joked half-heartedly

"I didn't want to hear anymore." He replied glumly. He downed his bourbon and set the glass down on the desk.

My smile faded. "Damon you need to understand. I'll be fi -"

He cut me off, "Don't say that you're gonna be fine, Kay. You and I both know that's not true." I smiled when he used my old nickname.

"It's gonna be alright." I assured him. He scoffed. "Really. If it isn't Bonnie will kill Klaus and we can all move on from all this crap." I finished.

"But will you be there with me?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I will." I half -lied.

"Then tell me why I'm the only one whose not convinced." He pulled me closer. So close that I could feel his breath on my skin. I looked up into his eyes, unwillingly. I could see all the emotions that he kept hidden in. The pain and hurt were clearly seen behind those eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

"There has to be another way." He murmured and pressed his face against my neck.

"There is no other way."

"Then?" He snapped. "What if you just die? Keira, you mean too much. Don't you just get that I don't wanna lose you."

He pulled me in closer, if that was even possible, and started kissing my neck,which was really distracting.

"Uh, thu . ." I stuttered. Damn! This is so distracting.

"Damon stop that!" I giggled as I slapped his shoulder lightly.

That's exactly what he didn't do. He raised his head and placed his lips down on mine before kissing me. I kissed him back, running my hands through his hair. He used his vampire speed and pushed me against the wall. He kissed me deep and hard, his tongue trailed my bottom lip, I open my mouth and deepened the kiss and he pulled away all f a sudden. I look up only to find he had a strange expression on his face.

"There's a way out of this."

Before I could say anything, he bit his wrist and pressed it on my mouth. I felt the warm liquid in my throat. I tried to scream but only the blood streamed out as he put his hands on both sides of my head.

"Damon, Please. Please don't do this." I pleaded but he had a look of no emotion in his eyes and I knew that it would be useless. The look in his eyes confirmed that, so I closed my eyes...waiting...waiting for it. Waiting for my boyfriend to kill me.

My name is Keira Gilbert and that, is how I died.