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Damon swiftly carried Elena to her bedroom, past the doors of her sleeping aunt and brother. "I want to be with you here, like this, forever." Damon kissed Elena's eyelids as he set her down onto her bed that creaked beneath them. "I'll love you more every second, I swear." And he did swear it, not only to Elena but to himself. He silently thanked whatever or whoever it was that was giving him this chance to be a better man. He nuzzled his head into her neck while she kept her arms slung over his shoulders where she played with the back of his hair. "I know I've been less than acceptable, but believe me when I say I'll be here for you every single day to come." They stared intently into each other's eyes.

"You're not evil, Damon." She kissed the tip of his nose. "And I'll be calling for you into the night when you're not here, so stay here with me." That settled it, he was never letting her go. He would go through impossible measures to see she stayed happy and safe from the harm that seemed to threaten her at every corner. They began searching each other for any injuries, nursing them with caring hands.

While Damon and Elena were loving just being together in the night, Stefan was going berserk. He poured himself a drink, and feeling he had lost everything he worked for, roared in anger. He whipped the glass at the wall above the fireplace, sending sharp shards flying every which way. Damon is getting in the way, and I'm going to be Elena's future, not him. He could just imagine Damon's impulsive hands running over Elena where his own should be. That's not his place. Stefan had never gone ballistic before, but now he was seeing what it felt like to burn on the inside from more than the usual thirst. Damon's words flashed into his mind. "It's always for the love of a women, isn't it?" He had been talking to Elena at the time, but it felt like it were directed at himself. Damon and Stefan had been in love with the same women, Katherine, for years. Stefan swore then that he would go on to the end, but Damon would not. The only way he could keep Elena out of the devil's cold hands, would be to end the life Damon clutched at from the grave. He sighed and sat down. The cold press of the leather arm rests comforted him.

"I haven't lost my way. I haven't lost my way." He let his eyes close as he told himself this. Life was hard enough before death, now all he could seem to do was mess up.

His eyelids shot up and his dark gray eyes narrowed, "I won't let him make me fall." Those were the last words he spoke before he fled from the house, promising himself that he was not going to give up and let Damon have his way.

"I love you, Elena, and if this is my final fight so be it. I'll win." His body fluidly moved through the night to the last image he would ever want to see, but one he hadn't anticipated would come so soon. Standing on a branch from the very same Pine tree Damon had watched Elena from, Stefan was creeping on Damon and Elena, viewing that very image he didn't want to see. His face changed into that of the vampire, his jealousy skyrocketing. The urge to tear Damon off of Elena was greater than he had ever felt.

Normally Damon would have noticed, but he was too caught up in Elena, their limbs tangled together; but when Stefan let out a painful howl, Damon and Elena both jerked up and over to the window that was cracked just a pinch. Damon speedily went to the window, but by then Stefan was long gone and on his way to find the one person he was counting on to distract Damon's attention.