A.N.: Hello everybody! Sorry for not updating lately, but I had to finish my original story for a writing contest. If they like it, it might come out in e-book. Wish me luck!
Anyway, in this chapter we are moving on with the plot, but I couldn't finish this without some sweeeet Delena stuff. Enjoy, and please leave reviews!

Love, Wil

I couldn't imagine any weirder scene that the one we had at our very own living room. It was basically a cocktail party for deadly beasts. Elijah, his parents, his three brothers and two sisters were all gathered in the boarding house. Lucky, that they changed their names throughout the centuries, because I had difficulty pronouncing those Hungarian words. The girl, whose coffin we first opened was the littlest in the family. Her name was Erzsébet, but she asked me to call her Elizabeth. Alive and in close-up she had resembled very much her mother, consequently she looked a lot like me too. No wonder I found her familiar at first sight. It should have been strange to meet her, but her good manner and charm made me forget my uneasiness.

Actually they all were really charming. Elijah was the oldest of the men; his younger brothers were named Attila, Robert and Ferenc. Elizabeth had an older sister, Marianna, who took after his father very much. The father, Charles - originally Károly- , was a little out of the line, because he was the quietest of them all. It was hard to imagine he slaughtered an entire family for vengeance. He looked like a gentleman. Hence their modern clothes I still felt like I was in a ball arranged by a nobleman.

Well, the one quasi master of this house was the one who didn't looked like a gentlemen. He strolled the room like he was fed up with this whole gathering. I could understand that. We should be out on the road by now, but the family seemingly was not in a hurry. Living for a thousand years must do this to you. A couple of hours didn't really count. I was thinking about the most polite ways to tell them to move their asses when finally Elijah stepped next to me accompanied with Damon.

"We can leave now. I arranged a bus," he announced.

A bus? A bus? We are really going to go on a deadly mission with a bus? How uncool was that? From the corner of my eye I saw Damon opening his mouth for interposing his veto for Elijah's choice of vehicle, but he stopped him.

"I think we should stick together. Do you have an objection other then it's hurting your pride?" he asked us pleasantly smiling as ever.

Of course we had. It was not just a ridiculous image, but an issue of trust. They wanted us to stick together to keep an eye on each other. Actually it was both sided. We upheld the façade of reliance, but they wanted to keep us close and we kept all the daggers. Just in case.

"That will be fine," I answered in place of Damon putting my hand on his, to shut him up. That little movement was not overlooked by Elijah. He glanced at our hands, and then smiled as usual, markedly pretending like he didn't see anything.

"I personally would like to hear about the plan first" Damon argued with reason this time while squeezing my hand. Our fingers somehow enlaced themselves at their own free will and we let them like that. It felt natural. And I didn't give a dime about what Elijah thought about us as long as he collaborated. For now, with initiating us to the plan. So I looked expectantly at him too.

"Very well. As I mentioned to you earlier our family was the first in the race of the vampires. We changed at will. Well, at least our mother did" he started to the tale of them becoming what they are, and I presumed there has to do something with the plan. "Back then, our little town was crawling with werewolves, many people died. No one could compete with them. They were fast, smart and strong. In her utmost desperation, my mother turned to the witches to crave protection for our family. They claimed they couldn't grant us protection; they couldn't take sides in the battle of races. But they could provide us with the power to stop them. They call it balance."

"That's really fascinating, but how does this help us?" asked Damon impatiently. I felt a little aggravated myself with all this talk.

Elijah just smiled with a knowing smile and continued the story, not bothering himself with our impatience.

"As you know there's always a way out of the spells of the witches. This spell, what turned us into the fiercest enemies for the werewolves also have an exit."

I felt Damon squeezing my hand so hard, it almost hurt. Yes, I heard the same thing too. Elijah said there's a way out for someone to be a vampire.

"There's a cure for being a vampire?" he asked disbelievingly not exactly making a good job at hiding the hope in his voice.

"Only for us. Our family," said Elijah, and when he saw the long face Damon had hearing that information he said, "Sorry."

"How?" I asked trying to go on with our main subject, to divert Damon's attention from that microflash of hope.

"Julianna asked the power for everyone who belonged to her family. The catch was they didn't interpret family by blood. Julianna had to name her kin. Everyone that she prenominated as a relative became a vampire. And this works backwards too."

"So this means, if Julianna says, Klaus is no longer his son he would cease to be a vampire?" I concluded in awe. I wouldn't imagine it to be that easy. Also, it brought on a question. If that was that simple, why haven't she done it earlier.

"Why did she wait so long to do this?" I phased my concern.

"There's a reason why Klaus hunted us down. In order to take his vampire side away from him we had to unget him. Unanimously, in his presence. And thus far we weren't together since he became known to the fact we're capable of such thing."

Both Damon and I needed a few minutes to digest this information. He thought it over first.

"So you ban him out of your family. He wouldn't be a vampire any more. What will he be?" he asked still a little puzzled.

"Just a werewolf. He was born that, but was made vampire by magic. You can undo magic but you can't undo blood. That is why common vampires like you," he nodded at Damon here, "can't change who they become."

I could literally felt how Damon's blood boiled as a result of that comment. He let go of my hand and stormed out of the room with one last murderous look thrown at Elijah.

I sighed. Yes, blood always got us into trouble.

From that moment on things went relatively fast. Our team arrived too. We discussed and decided to bring Alaric with his nifty weapons, reconstructed to work on werewolves as well. Caroline seemed like a valuable player too, But Bonnie and Jeremy were about to stay home. I wouldn't want Jeremy to get hurt. He had done his share in the plan and from now on he would just be in the way. Bonnie wanted to stay out of this, and Elijah claimed that no witch was needed to perform the ritual of banishment. So everyone was ready to go. We lacked one person only. Damon.

I found him at the backyard. He was standing next to the stone fence, his usual scotch was placed on the rock banister, and his eyes stared into the distance. He was playing with his ring and didn't turn around at my arrival. I stopped just a foot behind his back.

"Are you all right?" I asked him.

"For a second there I thought I would be able to give you the life you want," he told me on a defeated tone.

Somehow I always knew that his mask of enjoying this big bad-ass vampire life was a play. But I never guessed it was this sensitive spot for him. On the other hand it might have something to do with me. Being in love with someone, who wants us to be something very different must be hard. I felt guilty. I changed him. There were good sides to that change; he ceased to be a maniac killer. But with the good came the urge to be better, to be perfect. He wanted to give me everything, but as a vampire he had limits. Or so he thought.

"What is it that you cannot give me?" I asked quietly.

"Children. Growing old together. Living in one place for a long time. Ordinary life," he counted the things he couldn't do.

I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind while resting my head on his back. His heart was beating under my ear.

"When I chose you I accepted everything that comes with you," I started still nestled to his back. "To be honest I'm not sure I want that life."

His muscles gone even stiffer and he went so rigid I haven't even felt his breathing any more.

"I thought you don't want to be a vampire," he said cautiously.

Do I? Don't I? I didn't know just yet. Like I said to Stefan earlier I was too young for these decisions. Who knows what life would bring for us. I might want to have kids in a few years, or I want to get settled. Or maybe I would wish to spend all eternity with Damon. All I know for now is that I was in love with him, and I wanted to enjoy this feeling without contemplating on the consequences or what life holds for me.

"How old were you when you were turned?" I asked him suddenly.

"23," he answered a little dumbfounded by the sudden turn in the conversation.

"I'm making it as my deadline. I will make the decision when I turn 23 too."

That declaration made him spin so he could look me in the face. My hands landed on his hip. The joy that he was trying to hide for I decided to think it over instead of rejecting it altogether was easy to spot, although he made an effort to hide it.

"You know it doesn't matter to me. I want to be by your side whether it's eternity or a lifetime," he whispered to me touching my face. "But does that make me a bad person to want to have you forever?"

I just shook my head.

"As long as it stays my decision," I warned him not to do anything stupid out of love, like he had done before.

"I won't make that mistake again. Forever would be no fun with you hating me," he said with an apologetic smile.

I believed that he learned his lesson. Forcing me into things he thought was good for me was not a way to treat me. I remembered his guilty face when he had apologized me on the morning on his dying day. That look showed that he understood that now.

"Right now I just want to get over with this and have a few years of delight without life and death decisions hanging over my head every day," I rattled out at one breath.

An initiative of a smug smile was started to curve his lips. That's more like it. That was the Damon I loved the most.

"Delight is my specialty," he declared finally with flashing his full grin.

Damon Salvatore was a moody person. One minute he was in agony, the next second he undressed me with those beautiful eyes. A relationship with him would possibly be a rollercoaster. But it would be one hell of a ride!

"I'm sure it is," I mumbled as I laid my head on his chest just under his chin. He stroked my hair and placed a kiss on top of my head. I wanted to stay like that all day, but we had work to do.

Hybrids to de-vampire.

Family to reobtain.

Relationships to close.

Stay tuned for the next chapter! Co-starring Stefan Salvatore!