Authors Note: Alright here we are chapter two. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

When we walked through the door I specter to be hit with the smell of blood like in the movies. I should have known better I know, but I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

My hands were shaking and I felt Damon tighten his grip and look at him with a thankful smile. It didn't help to stop the shaking or anything, but at least it showed he cared. Even after I had chosen to turn around and return to Mystic Falls. After I told him I still this Stefan.

We walked down the hall that led us to an elevator. I forgot the morgue was I the basement of the hospital. Stefan pressed the call button and we waited, me bouncing a little. I couldn't help but jump when the ding sound came from the elevator to alert us that it was there. The doors opened and I froze.

"Jeremy," I said almost breathless. He looked a mess, like he had been crying. I was about to ask if he was ok, but he surprised me an shot out of the elevator and wrapped his arms around me. Normally I would have told him he was chocking me, but this was different. He needed this, and so did I. I tore my hands free and wrapped my arms around him.

"I thought I lost you too," he spoke no more than a whisper, though he didn't have to be louder. Everyone could hear him anyways. We could all hear the tears in his voice and it brought tears right back to my own eyes and I let them.

Isn't that what I always preached? Don't hold things in? "I'm not going anywhere just yet. Ok?" I told him and I felt him nod against my shoulder. I kissed my baby brothers temple and squeezed him one last time. Then the moment was broken.

"This is nice and everything, but we really gotta go," Damon decided he was getting impatient apparently and grabbed my hand back and pulled. I wasn't really happy with it, but knew he was right. I unwrapped my free hand and held Jeremy's. I wasn't sure what to do with Stefan yet, he still looked so upset and I knew I was going to need to have a talk with him later.

"Cozy," Jeremy was the first one to bring up the fact that the elevator was rather small for all four of us to squeeze into, but it wasn't really like we had a choice. I didn't want to be away from Jeremy and I doubted Damon or Stefan would let me roam the halls of a hospital by myself. After to oft I doubted any of the boys in the elevator with me were going to leave me alone for a while. They were overprotective like that.

I squeezed Damon's hand as hard as I could when I saw him about to open his mouth. I knew he was going to have some sort of snide comment to reply and I really didn't need any fights or anything breaking out. We were in a small space and Jeremy was in enough danger standing next to me at the moment.

"Uh oh," I said, starting to breath heavy again. It was weird that I still did it on instinct, even though I knew I didn't need it. I was starting to get that hungry feeling. I was really angry actually; it felt like I hadn't eaten in a few days, instead of a few hours. "Stefan?" I asked taking my hand from Jeremy's and offering it to the vampire. If I was going to have to go through the hospital feeling like this, I wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. I saw the look on Jeremy's face and my heart sank.

I don't think he could decide how he was feeling now that he saw me up and about. The poor id had already been through so much and now he had to deal with the fact that he may end up with a vampire sister.

Stefan moved just in time because he grabbed my hand and held tight just when the doors to the elevator dinged open and the smells of the hospital wafted in. My whole body stiffened and I closed my eyes a moment before walking through the doors. I could do this, I knew I could, I could stay strong and get to the car before anything happened. I just had to stay strong.

As soon as I moved Damon and Stefan moved in sync, always staying by my side. I could sense Jeremy right behind me and it gave me some sort of comfort. I walked as fast as I could without drawing too much attention to us. I noticed Meredith on the way out and nodded slightly and then moved on. Right now I didn't have time to talk to her, but if there was time later, there would be a talk.

I felt a small weight lift off my shoulders when he managed to get outside. All I could really smell was fresh air thankfully. I let out a small sigh and allowed Damon to pull me towards his car. I climbed into the passenger side and pulled my knees up to my chest, my chin on my knees. I watched as Stefan and Jeremy got into one car and Damon came back to get into the driver's side of his. "They're going to ride behind us," Damon told me as he turned the key and the car roared into life. I just nodded.

I was only going to have so long to decide what to do. A few months ago the choice would have been easy. I wouldn't have made the transition. This wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to be a vampire; I wanted to live a normal human life, and dying was normal. It was human. Now, I had more on my plate, I was responsible for Jeremy. Without me there was no one else, no Jenna, no Alaric, just me. How could I be so selfish as to let myself die without a fight? How could I leave him to be all alone, to be put into some sort of foster system or something until he was eighteen? It wasn't right.

"What am I going to do?" I asked aloud. I wasn't really asking Damon so much as I was just trying to hear the words, make everything feel real. I should have known that he was going to answer anyways though; it was sort of what he did. "You're going to have to make a tough choice," I couldn't help but wince at the statement. He was still sore over my picking Stefan, and I couldn't help wondering if I had made the right choice. Damon seemed so much better with the whole thing than Stefan was.

He was helping to make this feel less difficult. Made e feel like if I did make the transition he wouldn't think any less of me. Stefan however, I couldn't be so sure. He just looked so distraught, what would he do if I decided to become a vampire? I was scared to find out. Even if I was technically dead, I was still cared to lose him. To lose either of them.

I must have been too busy thinking the whole way home because when Damon stopped the car I was honestly startled. I raised my head and lowered my knees. I turned to open the door, but then found that Damon was already standing there with the door open for me.

I stepped out and looked at my house, my home. It was time to make the hardest decision of my life, and I was only eighteen years old. I was too young to be making these sorts of decisions. "Come on," Damon said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the house. Jeremy and Stefan were just going in. It was so weird, but I was scared. This was where I was going to have to make a stand, and I felt so alone. I turned to look at Damon and he nodded reassuringly. I might as well have been compelled because that one nodded convinced me to nod back and convinced my feet to start moving towards the door, and the biggest decision of my life.