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Elena's POV

I will not kill Damon Salvatore. I reach my room and climb back into the bed throwing the covers up over my head. It is as if the world is attempting to give me the worst day ever. As I mull things over in my head the picture of Damon's face will not leave. I know it would be crazy to even think that he would consider it, but for some reason the look in his eyes makes me second guess. I would never agree to it anyways. I've found myself in so much trouble over the years it would be pointless for it to even happen, with only Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie around I can just imagine how long it would take Rebekah to discover I survived and come back to finish me off. If they wouldn't listen to any of my other hundred objections this one would definitely prove useful.

Sitting in my bed I realize that I'm annoyed at the fact that I'm always a victim. Over the years it seems as if everyone is always sacrificing and putting themselves in harm's way to protect me. Another round of raised voices brings me out of my thoughts. Through the vent in corner of my room I hear Bonnie's voice coming from the kitchen, and I quietly walk over and bend down to look into the room through the vent. Damon and Bonnie are both standing facing each other in the kitchen; Damon with his arms still crossed and Bonnie in a weird stance that makes it look like she's holding her ground in a fist fight.

"Look if it was up to me and there was a way to make sure she stayed safe I would do it, the objection isn't because I'm trying to spare myself." Damon's voice is a little less sharp then it was before. I can't believe they are even having this conversation. Is this not my choice? Do they really think I would kill one of my beloved friends so that I can have a shorter life and the ability to have children?

"Well what if there was a way to make sure she stayed safe?" Bonnie replies quickly with narrowed eyes. I still don't understand why no one has questioned her. How is it that a semi-amateur witch who used to need help just flipping through Grimoires now has the power to understand and pull complicated ancient sounding spells straight out of the air? "I can guarantee you that I can eliminate Rebekah and protect both Jeremy and Elena for the rest of their natural, human lives. All you have to do is die." I swear I see an actual sneer form on her face.

"No offense Harry Potter, but I don't think you can pull that off and I'm not about to sacrifice myself for an overconfident teen girl." Damon sneers back, mocking her cold tone.

For a minute there is a pause where they both just stare at each other and Damon takes a small step forward. Suddenly he gives a yowl of pain as his arm makes a loud snapping noise and bends completely backwards at the elbow. Stumbling backwards he snaps his arm back into place while panting, "Well that's a new trick." He's still gasping a bit.

Bonnie takes a step forward and almost seems to look down upon him, "Don't test me Damon. I can protect her, and if you don't make a decision soon I'll make it for you." With that she turns around and walks to the glass doors, just as she is about to push them open she pauses. "I wouldn't bother mentioning this to the others. As far as they're concerned we've been quietly discussing things in here." She slips through the doors leaving Damon standing there staring after her.

I back up and move back onto my bed. My head is reeling and I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic. Everything is falling apart right under my feet. Bonnie must have been using the spell for a while now, because so far no one seems to have been able to hear me. Sitting on the bed I start to hyperventilate and the tears come streaming down once again. This is too much to take in all at one time. I'm supposed to decide who lives or dies by the end of the day?

Finally I make the first decision of the day. I have to get out of here, grab some time alone to myself out in the real world where everyone else's day is carrying on as usual. I change my clothes and fix my hair a bit in the mirror. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses I walk over to the window. The necklace. I pause before I go any further and turn back to my dresser where Isobel's daylight necklace is still hanging. It would be foolish to go out without it. Crossing back to the window I gather all of the strength I can muster and shimmy out the window and down the trellis on the side of the house.

When I reach the ground I'm at odds about where to go. Now that I'm out of the house and without any hitches at all it seems like this whole idea was absurd. I could pass out at any moment and just die here on the ground, maybe they'd even bury me here, I think morbidly. This thought propels me to where I need to go, to the graveyard and the tombstones of my mother, father and Jenna. Walking down the sidewalk my head begins to clear and I feel a little better than I did in the house. It wouldn't be so bad to be a vampire. I'd have all the time in the world, and I would be strong. I could defend myself and the people I love, and seeing as even as a human I was capable of staking several originals myself it might be possible.

After a little while I make it to the cemetery where I weave between the stones to my parents' and Jenna's graves, sitting down in front of them. For a while I just sit there thinking through all of my choices and all of the horrible as well as wonderful events that I've experienced until now. "What should I do?" I give a sigh and check my watch, it's been an hour. As I stand to leave I hear the sound of feet on the grass behind me. Spinning around I come face to face with Tyler. "Oh my god, Tyler. We thought you were dead." I half yell as I take a few steps towards him. Caroline has already said goodbye and this seems like a walking miracle. We should have known when Stefan and Damon didn't die that the idea of Tyler's death was off.

An odd grin comes onto his face and immediately wipes any trace of smile off of mine. "Hello love."

Clara stands at the foot of her mother's grave, placing the neatly wrapped flowers down upon it. While turning to leave she catches a glimpse of a young girl who looks very pale and weak sitting at the foot of a collection of family graves. As she's walking back towards her car she hears a scream and turns to see the girl being dragged roughly through the cemetery by a boy her age. In a panic she runs to her car to grab her cell phone, just in time to look back out on the cemetery and get caught up in the most beautiful, calming hazel eyes she has ever seen…