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"—and there was this vampire in 1852 who got bitten by his werewolf girlfriend, and they managed to delay the effects of the bite for two weeks." Elena skimmed the pages of the book. "This looks like it could work, Damon."
They were at the Salvatore house, pulling out all the archives of books, journals, and grimmoires that the Salvatore family had collected over the years. Considering the fact that Salvatores had lived in Mystic Falls since the town's birth, there was quite the collection. Elena was poring over a moldy-looking book, reading out loud to Damon, who was sprawled on the couch drinking bourbon.
"And the process looks easy enough. We just need a witch to perform the spell and werewolf blood for you to drink, plus a waxing crescent moon." Elena held up the book so Damon could see the picture. "We could get Bonnie to do the spell, and Tyler could give his blood—"
Damon suddenly sat up, coughing blood all over the floor. "Elena, don't."
"What, and let you clean all that up by yourself?" Elena reached for the wet rag by the whiskey table. "Let me at least wipe your face, okay?"
"Not that, of course you can wipe my face." Damon smirked up at her. "But stop, okay?"
"Stop what?" Elena's hand froze, the rag hovering over his face. "Does something hurt?"
"Stop looking. Trying. Pretending there's a different way this story is going to end."
"But this cure—"
"It's not a cure, Elena. It's delaying the inevitable." Damon downed his bourbon and poured himself another glass. "Do you think I want to live like that? Half-dead, sick all the time, puking up blood?"
"I don't care." Elena threw the rag down and grabbed the book. "I'll do whatever I have to. I'm not going to let you die."
Down the hall, the front door opened, and Stefan appeared in the living room in a blur. "Elena? What are you doing here?"
Elena tossed the book aside and stood up, so that she was eye-level with Stefan. "Why didn't you tell me that Damon was bitten? Did you really think that you could keep it from me?"
Stefan turned to Damon, shocked. "You told her?"
"He came to my house, Stefan, because he was coughing up blood. How could you leave him by himself?"
"Whoa, Elena, slow down. I'm not an invalid." Damon reached for his bourbon.
"Look, Elena, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't want you to worry. I'm sorry, okay?" Stefan looked over her shoulder, at the books and papers strewn across the room. "What's all this?"
"We're looking for a cure," Elena snapped, grabbing the book again. "There has to be one. Are you going to help or not?"
"I already know of a cure," Stefan said grimly. "Klaus's blood."
"What?" Elena's head snapped around to look at him, and even Damon looked up in mild interest. "Klaus's blood? How do you know?"
Stefan told them about his encounter in Klaus's apartment. "Why's Katherine with Klaus?" Damon wondered out loud. "I mean, that ass, of all people."
"She's compelled. Long story."
Elena swatted Damon with a pillow. "I told you there was a cure, Damon."
"Yeah, but not an attainable cure." Damon winced as he shifted on the couch. "Be realistic, Elena. The only way we're going to get some of Klaus's blood is if we get it from his cold, dead body."
"There's got to be another way," Stefan mused, staring into the fire. "I mean, Klaus was the first hybrid, right? But there had to be a cure before hybrids. I mean, witches are always talking about a balance in nature. What kind of balance would it be if Klaus's blood is the only cure?"
"I'll ask Bonnie tomorrow. Maybe she'll know something." Elena yawned and stretched her arms over her head. "Is it okay if I stay here tonight?"
"Elena, believe it or not I'll be fine without-" Damon doubled over coughing. "I'll be"-cough-"fine."
"Sure you will. I'll be down the hall." Elena neatly stacked the books back on the bookshelf and padded down the hallway, searching for an empty bedroom.
"I know you're there," she said, and turned around. Stefan was standing behind her, grinning at her. He leaned down and kissed her.
Elena shoved him away. "I'm still mad at you," she said, planting her hands on her hips. "How could you not tell me?"
"I'm trying to protect you, Elena." Stefan wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed him away.
"You keep saying that you let me make my own choices, yet you never tell me what's going on. How am I supposed to make the right choice when you're not telling me the whole story? And you going to Klaus on your own? He could have killed you, Stefan!"
"Where is this all coming from?" Stefan eyed her suspiciously. "Did Damon say something?"
"Why is everything always Damon's fault to you? Didn't it ever occur to you that sometimes it's your problem?" Elena shoved him away again. "You know what, forget it. I don't want to talk to you right now."
"You know, it's not all me, either," Stefan called at her retreating back. "I know you have feelings for him, Elena. Did you really think you could keep that hidden from me?"
Elena turned around angrily. "My feelings for Damon have nothing to do with how I feel about you right now, Stefan. Good night."
Sorry, I know this chapter was pretty boring, but I needed to end Stelena so I could start writing about Delena...hehe I bet you can tell what ship I sail on. More to come soon, hope you enjoyed it! xox