I can't believe I just said that! I didn't mean it, I was just pissed off. I thought gravely as I made my way to my bedroom, passing Elena's room on the way. I stopped momentarily to hear her sobs, from the other side. Pain and guilt flooded over me, as I braced my hand against the door frame. I was tempted to knock the door off it's hinges. "Elena?" I heard called from downstairs. Jeremy. I thought, using all my strength I had left, to back away and go to my room like I had planned.
Entering my room I went straight towards my closest, pulling out the suitcase I had in case this was to happen. While at my closest I grabbed all of my clothes and other belongings. After packing my suitcase, I hid it underneath my bed, in case anyone comes into my room. She'll never forgive me...If she does then she's stupid! She doesn't deserve someone like me. In fact she doesn't deserve me at all, maybe she should be with my brother. He seems to win everything else I care about. I thought, thinking deeply.
"I should probably leave now and get it over with. But I won't to make sure Elena will be okay." I said quitely to myself. Walking back out into the hall I knocked on her door, surprised when she answered. "What do you want?" she asked, broodlingly. "Ouch." I said faking mock hurt, when really it did hurt me. It killed me, actually. "I want you to feed. I don't want to wake up later and find out you died." I said sadly.
She sighed, "Bite yourself." Elena said simply. Okay she's definitely upset. I did as I was told, and out streched my bleeding wrist to her, as she did to me. Taking her wrist in my hands I bit down softly taking in the taste of her iron riched yet sweet blood, not wanting to hurt her anymore than I already did, I didn't take much. I kept my eyes on her as I drank, I wanted to make sure she drunk enough to live. Pulling away, she dropped my wrist, as I did hers.
Wiping my mouth on my sleeve, I noticed Elena's mouth was covered in blood. Reaching up I smudged away the rest with my thumb. "Is that all?" she asked, suddenly. My brow furrowed. "Uh...Yeah, I guess." I said, remorsefully. "Thanks." she simply said in return. I cleared my throat, "No problem." and with that I went to officially leave the one girl that made me feel like I was worth something.
Elena's Pov
After Damon and me took each others blood, I went back to sleep. Waking up I heard voices downstairs, all but one. Damon's. Looking at the clock, I saw it read 8:45. "Man, he must've been really thirsty to leave this early." I muttered getting out of bed, and stretching. After getting out of bed, and brushing out the tangles in my hair, I went downstairs.
Once downstairs I saw that Bonnie, Caroline, Stefan and Jeremy were all huddled around the dinning room table. Sneaking up on them, I listened to their conversation. "What do you mean he left?" Caroline asked, surprised. "He left, his stuffs gone from his room...I can't believe he stuck to it though." Stefan answered.
"Stuck to what?" Bonnie asked, curious. Stefan sighed, "Damon and me made a promise...whoever Elena didn't pick had to leave town." he said gravely. "What!" Jeremy said. "You know that'll hurt Elena." Jeremy continued, angrily. "Yes, I know this. But she also came back for you guys as well." Stefan added, thoughtfully. "So you mean that Damon packed his stuff and left? Just like that! Man you should've thought of this a long time ago, Stefan. Now you and Elena can get back to your love life." Caroline mused happily.
Wow! I knew Caroline always wanted me and Stefan together but that bad, to get rid of Damon? I thought.
"No, they won't. On our way home from Denver, Rose appeared in the car, next to me. She said and I quote 'Damon challenges her, surprises her, makes her question her life, and her beliefs. Elena changes him as well, makes him a better person. All in all Damon's either the best thing for her or the worst.'"
I couldn't take it any more. "Is that true, Jeremy? Did Damon really leave?" I asked boldly, walking into the dinning room. Everyone turned abruptly, obviously startled. "Uhh...Yeah. Why?" He asked, in return. I shook my head, "Just wondering. And Caroline I knew you didn't like Damon, but enough to see him heartbroken over one of your friends? And as for me and Stefan, I don't know if we'd ever be together again. So sorry about you're luck. Haven't you heard that old saying 'If you fall in love with two people, choose the second, because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen in love with the second?'" I asked, finally realizing what I hadn't before.
Damon was true. He always was, and always will be. He went against what I wanted, to keep me safe and alive. Even if I was to be angry with the outcome, I was still saved by Damon, and Damon alone. When I'm with him he just...consumes me. Sure he says the wrong things at the wrong times but majority of the time he doesn't mean it. It's anger he's pushed down below the surface.
"Elena...I-I'm sorry, it's just Damon's so-so reckless." Caroline said, sadly trying to reason with me. "You don't think I know this? He went against almost everything I said and done to keep me alive, when I tried to keep you guys alive! In fact, if I'd gone to Damon, I wouldn't be a vampire right now." I told them, pissed off.
"Wait you turned and you didn't even tell me?" Stefan asked, "When?" he added. I looked over at him, "Early this morning. Off of Damon's blood...Speaking of which, where did he go anyway?" I asked, curiously, letting my anger subdue. All I got in return was a shoulder shrug. "I don't know. He never said where he was going." Stefan added. Of course, he didn't. I thought, walking back up the stairs.
Walking into Damon's room, I sat on his bed, breathing in the scent of him as if he was still here. Shifting onto my back, I closed my eyes. 'If I'd met you first, maybe things would've been different!' I remembered me telling Damon in our heartbreaking phone call. "Why did you compel me to forget, Damon?" I whispered, sadly to myself!
